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actuallysaiyan · 5 months

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OMG CONGRATS ON 6K FOLLOWERS BACON 🥓💙. So for my first request I would like #14 (how much do you want to c*m?) with person A being let's see...Goku Black 😳please? and can it be Goku Black asking the reader that said question?🥺👉👈

event here.

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, mentions of blowjobs, Stockholm syndrome, kidnap victim, victimhood, rough vaginal fingering, orgasm denial. word count: 0.9k pairings: Goku Black x Fem!Reader prompts: Person A: How much do you want to cum?

You never wanted to convince yourself that you were okay with this. You wanted to protest against it and make it known you’d be rescued. But the more the days would go by, the more you were coming to terms with the fact that nobody would hear your cries for help and that nobody would be coming to bust you out of this room. This is where you were going to stay here forever.

Goku Black had taken a liking to you the moment he laid eyes on you. He knew he’d never find another good plaything like you. While you believed yourself to be killed the second he grabbed you, he surprised you with lewd whispers and caresses to make your body shudder.

You were thrown into a room filled with a bed and a few things to keep you entertained. It became quickly known that you were Goku Black’s little plaything. He intended to keep you as a sexual partner, a hole to use. Nothing more, nothing less. The only issue with all of this is that you made it difficult for him to do more than to get you to give him a blowjob. You weren’t ready to give yourself up to such an evil person. Yet you were beginning to enjoy the so-called torture he was inflicting upon you. You were finding pleasure in the way he would groan and growl as you learned how to pleasure him with your mouth. It had been so scary the first time, but the more you did it, the more you found yourself wanting to make him cum so good.

Goku Black hadn’t intended on developing some feelings for you either. It surprised you that he actually seemed to care about your purity. You had told him the first night that you didn’t want to have sex, and he actually listened to you. Something about that pitiful pout made his heart wrench in guilt. He decided to wait it out, show you all kinds of different ways to pleasure him at first. If he got you comfortable with pleasuring him, maybe you’d come around wanting to have sex.

You thought about your strange relationship with this man as you soak in the tub. Strange as it may be, you find yourself wanting to make him happy. That’s why you’re soaking in this tub full of rosewater and the lovely scents of other flowers. You’re trying to make yourself desirable. It’s such an odd feeling for you, but you know that deep down you’ll never leave this place. So it’s only natural that you try to enjoy this.

He enters the room while you’re resting on your bed. You’re not wearing anything, which makes him smirk. He’s quick to grab you by the ankles, pulling you down to the edge of the bed. Your head whirls with emotions as he plants a searing kiss on your lips. Your tongue can barely keep up as he shoves his own into your mouth, rubbing against yours.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he says with a cackle. “You did all this for me, huh?” he asks about the sweet scent and the softness of your skin.

You swallow hard, “yes, my lord…”

He smirks at you again. He’s trained you so well. You’re becoming his little fucktoy, and it won’t be long before you’re just begging to have his cock deep inside you. For tonight, he was going to show you pleasure so that you may slowly become more comfortable with all this. Goku Black spreads your thighs, grunting at the sight of your little cunt.

“Mmmm…” he groans as he leans in to get a whiff of your scent.

Two of his fingers rub up and down your wet folds, making you jump up and yelp. Just the reaction you made makes his cock throb. Oh this is going to be so much fun for him. He knows he’ll render you into a whimpering and begging mess. He can’t wait to see your face all flush for him as he brings you to your peak.

Before you can even sink into this pleasure, he brings those fingers to your lips. Your eyes widen at the gesture.

“Suck!”

You don’t even hesitate, your lips part to suck on his long digits. You can taste yourself on them, making you part your legs a little more. You’re desperate for this attention and pleasure now, which makes Goku Black laugh at you. Then he shoves those two wet fingers deep inside your waiting cunt, thrusting them in and out at a brutal pace.

“I knew you’d become my little whore,” he grunts in your ear. You cry out as he bites down on your neck. Already your walls are clenching around his fingers, and you cant your hips forward for a little more pleasure.

Your head falls back as you fuck yourself on his fingers. Your breath comes out shallower as the pleasure builds more and more. It’s like someone has lit a fire in your tummy. Goku Black has you exactly where he wants you, and he’s about to pull out his best move. Just as your walls begin to clench around him signaling your orgasm, he violently pulls them out of you and leaves you panting.

“W-why’d you do that?!”

Goku Black laughs, “I wanna hear it…how much do you want to cum?”

#bacon.writes #goku black x reader #goku black x you #goku black smut #goku black x y/n #dragon ball super #dragon ball super x reader #dragon ball #dragon ball super smut #6k followers event

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druidberries · 8 days

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📩 Simblr question of the day: Who's your biggest inspiration/s on Simblr? Mention them! Tell us why you like them!

omg there are literally so many! for starters anyone that I follow is an immediate fav <3

@buttertrait - max and I are always bouncing ideas off each other for literally everything 😅 we talk about our ocs a ton and it always inspires me to add more and more lore to their stories! not to mention their sims are so so cute <3

@aurorangen - I started following rory really early on in this blog and her postcard legacy has inspired me SO much! we actually talked about this a while ago but her adding dialogue was what made me get brave enough to! I was super nervous about it being awkward at first and I still am sometimes but I think I'm better about it now 😭

@duusheen - same situation with rory! I started following du really early on and their legacy has been such a huge inspiration to me!! their pictures are always so gorgeous and she really makes me want to experiment more with mine!

@venriliz - her renders are phenomenal and I can only dream of someday being that talented with blender 😭 I've been really wanting to get back into making renders soon, there are so many ideas I've had forever but have been putting off and her renders are really making me want to get back into it

@thebramblewood - shannon's storytelling is just 👩‍🍳💋 her screenshots are always on point and always make me want to get better at taking my own!

@citrlet - shi's sims are so stinkin' cute and their gameplay posts are always edited SO cute 😭I go on and off with adding silly little edits to my posts but theirs definitely inspire me to add them more often to mine!

and again like I said, everyone that I follow inspires me daily, I obviously can't tag all of you so if I didn't here that does NOT mean you don't inspire me! I could never fit you all in one post but just know I love you 🫵

#simblr question of the day #asks #anon #this post makes me anxious #tagging people scares me #and I dont want people to think Ive forgotten about them I just simply can't tag everyone 😭

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tedlebred · 14 days

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if youre comfortable sharing, whats your rendering process? what are some ways you learned? your art is very yummy

HSHSHHSHS hello!!!!!!!!!! first off omg,,,, thank you so much,,,,🤭🤭

secondly!!!! heres my attempt at a rendering process explanation. uhm. warning ive never really been asked to explain it before please bare with me

BUT. here goes. this'll probably be ungodly long apologies

so when i render my biggest rule is basically Do Not Blend Ever. what i do is do my sketch, then flats, then basic placement of blush/shadows+darkest parts/etc and then i go in and just colourpick the inbetweens+place them between colours in small strokes until the changes in colour don't look too sharp/jarring

here's some examples of the process;;;

(still a wip but HSHSHHS) so i work on 3 layers primarily (sometimes i do the hair+items that cover the face on another layer, too, though they might end up getting merged):

^ with just the sketch layer n flats / and then with the render layer added

i go in with a bigger brush to block in colour variation on the face on the flats layer and then paint over that, as well as over the sketch, with smaller strokes on a render layer- i never do lineart lol, and any "lineart" thats visible is just the sketch peeking through. I try to rely on colour and shadow to create shapes and boundaries instead of lines though this isn’t a hard and fast rule.

i also try to stick to the same pallette the entire drawing- once the flats and shadows are first roughly blocked in all the other tones/midshades/colours are basically just inbetweens picked directly from the drawing. Just me zooming in real close till I can see the pixels and colour picking where they sort of mix. (any smaller shifts in hue/tones are just colours with saturation slightly turned up or down, usually) im also not sure if this helps but i use the Sol brush from the clip studio assets store for literally everything from sketch to render, which is basically just a slightly soft opacity brush which ive deluded myself into thinking helps give my art a softer look. idfk if it does or not.:)

I like to use really saturated blush and for shadows I usually use two base colours; a warmer one and a colder one- a warmer one for smaller shadows and shadows near light and then colder ones for planes more in darkness. Also, usually, at the very end of the drawing I’ll add a layer that’s just fully yellow with colour burn or linear burn or multiply turned on and the opacity turned low just to make everything warmer. (a little thing I like doing for shadows sometimes is never making them reach the edge of the plane; the actual edge is usually a slightly lighter shade and it sort of looks like stylised bounce light that would probably not be there but anyhoo)

but yeah,,,, Never Blend But Make It Look Almost Blended. I’ve been doing it forever,,,,,, and I really like the almost shiny feeling it gives things:)))

And where did I learn. Ough. A lot of what I do I figured out through trial and error and just drawing a bunch (IM SORRY THATS REALLY NOT HELPFUL) but some sources I looked towards were sinix design and bluebiscuits on YouTube!!!!! Sinix has a really good video on rendering skin which is where I sort of took my principles from and ran. And bluebiscuits was a huge inspiration for me when I started trying to render things beyond flats!!!!!!! They’re also where I found the sol brush, lol. Also just,,, the impressionist movement as a whole is a massive inspiration. The use of light and shapes to create form is just,,, omg. Especially Claude Monet in particular. (and for the basics of drawing I learnt from my aunt!)

and honestly, just observing people. A lot of the time when I’m watching a movie or on a walk or even just talking with someone I tend to start looking at their face, and the different planes, how light hits it and how shadow interacts with it, where the shadows are harsher/softer……….people are wild man

I really hope that made sense!!!!!! I’ve never tried explaining it before and honestly, I’m not even really sure how I do it. I just sorta. Switch off and start drawing, yk? BUT I HOPE IT HELPED!!!!🫶🫶💞💖

in case that was all utter nonsense here’s a speedpaint that’ll hopefully demonstrate my process;;

I also have straight up screen recordings of me drawing but. I don’t think anyone wants to sit though that

thank you for the ask!!!!!have a nice day/night and SORRY THAT ENDED UP THAT LONG

#:))))))))))#my process #Asher art #ask #fw #<- for the speed paint

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fanning-the-flames · 2 years

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Another prompt from @wendybird017, now for Jiang Cheng at Lotus Pier as Christina’s World by Andrew Wyeth.

My babiest Jiang Cheng! Unintentionally. But as this is the dream scene when Jiang Cheng is under anesthesia during the golden core transfer, probably appropriate. When I first got the prompt I did originally consider the actual burning of lotus pier or even once he is caught by the Wens, but (a) am ick about drawing gore and (b) Wyeth’s painting hits you more psychologically and emotionally than viscerally.

No one asked me to imitate egg tempera technique (which is all cross-hatching from what I understand) while referencing Christina’s World, but that precision and texture seemed crucial to the overall look that made the original so compelling, so I tried. Tried! Took forever omg…while reading up on egg tempera I almost convinced myself to try it in real life but after doing the lite version here am noping back into my comfort zone of oil paints.

If you zoom you see where I lost patience and didn’t quite render the surface texture like Wyeth, so might come back after letting this rest a bit.

#jiang cheng #cql #the untamed #mdzs #andrew wyeth #Christina’s world #dream sequence #teen jiang cheng #and his daddy issues #also sorry about his hips…they just really make the painting #not sorry?#no braid this time because let’s pretend jiang cheng made a better effort at hiding who he was…#in need of hair care jiang cheng

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shotorozu · 3 years

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their favorite clothes

— .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ 2.5k followers milestone

character(s) : multiple characters (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral— they/them pronouns, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, spice if you squint but not nsfw (x reader)

note(s) : this is what would be their favorite clothes (that they own) on you. thank you all for 2.5k 🤍 also im so sorry for the lack of posts, and im gonna be real about this— it was my writer’s block 💀 good news, it’s gone now :)

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

midoriya izuku

↛ honorable mention — his hero costume

↛ he absolutely loves it when you wear his shirts, like— i’m sure you know which one im talking about. the one that says ‘t シャツ’ i don’t know! his fashion sense isn’t the MOST fashionable, and the t-shirt itself isn’t very appealing to most eyes, but he absolutely adores how it looks on you. look, you can be the tallest being on this earth, to the point it makes his shirt look like a crop top on you, or you could be literally 4’5 and make the shirt look like a dress, he doesn’t care at all. he just loves how it looks on you, it makes him feel all warm on the inside, kinda like a *heart squeeze* moment, y’know? and no, there’s no exaggeration. he’ll just stop, and look at you when you wear his shirt. it’s just so personal, and he loves it.

bakugou katsuki

↛ honorable mention — though sweaty, his hero costume, and literally any other piece of clothing he has.

↛ then again, you could literally wear any kind of clothing of his, and you could have a ring adorning that finger of yours by the end of the day. he likes to pretend he’s absolutely not infatuated by the way his clothes look on you. if you force him to say what’s his favorite, he’ll mutter out ‘black tanktop’ because how could he not say that?? have you seen how delectable you look in that tanktop of his? it’s a surefire way to render him speechless, from the moment you walk into the room, to the moment you leave it— those gorgeous red irises will be on you. similar to midoriya, katsuki doesn’t care if you’re tall or short— just,,, wear his clothes, and if you want to seal in the future, then the black tanktop is the way to go. because he’ll probably get mad at you if you don’t wear his clothes to bed

todoroki shouto

↛ honorable mention — shouto’s button up shirt from his old hero costume, even though his old hero costume was HIDEOUS

↛ in his opinion, he loves anything on you (yeah, even a trashbag) but he does really love how you wear his turtle neck, he loves the fit. how it either loosely fits on you, or how it snuggly hugs your form— it really doesn’t matter. anything you wear would look really high end in his opinion, quite literally anything. but his black turtle neck really takes the cake. oh boy, when he saw you wear it for the first time, he froze up and almost charred his feet, cheeks firing up a warm red to match his scar. he has the money to buy a bunch of replicas of that exact black turtle neck, and he could give it to you but,, no. how could he do that? how do you look absolutely stunning in such a simple turtle neck? he doesn’t really know. anyways! he eventually ends up unofficially making the turtle neck yours, and he only wears it when he needs to douse his scent into the fabric once more— when it has almost completely faded away.

kirishima eijirou

↛ honorable mention — i wouldn’t say there’s an honorable mention, since he’s extremely loyal to his statements.

↛ his boxers. there, i’ve said it— and wait for a sec, let me explain. it’s not what you think, and you’d expect it to be like that but no, it’s not. at first, he thought you looked great in something simple as his sweater, or shirts but you were running out of clothes during laundry day— so you rummaged through your boyfriend’s clothing drawer, and pulled out a pair of red boxers, with black trimming. when he saw it peaking under your oversized shirt, he swear he saw the heavens. and from that moment on, you found yourself frequently wearing his boxers, but more specifically that pair. no, i’m serious— eijirou will get all pouty if you actually don’t wear his boxers, even when most of them are in the laundry. why does he like them so much? hm,, maybe it’s the security, and knowing that he’ll be the only one to see you in his boxers.

kaminari denki

↛ honorable mention — his boxers but you say no because he’s quite gross about it 🤢 anyways,

↛ his shorts. yes, they’re not the same as his boxers, but they’re the kind of shorts that you lounge in. now, i know you thought i was going to say “ooo he’s love to see you in a sweater with a lighting bolt embroidered in the middle!!”but then, the thing with these shorts was that he’s literally had them since he was in what,, the end of middle school im surprised they still fit, but they’re so dear to him? in a way that seeing you in those exact shorts makes his heart stop— only for it to start up again. thing with these shorts is that they’re oddly so,, pretty? i mean, his wardrobe is so questionable, but these shorts? there’s a mini reflective lighting bolt logo imprinted on the corner of the shorts. so quite literally, you’re seen with these shorts a lot— and the bakusquad give him hell for that 💀

monoma neito

↛ honorable mention — uh,, he does say that he ‘doesn’t know what you’re talking about! i don’t have more favorites on Y/N’ but you know damn well he does have more than one

↛ his hero costume, because well,, it’s very fashionable! but it doesn’t really look like he’s such a big fan of the entire ‘i wear your clothes!’ thing. because his clothes are his clothes, and your clothes look good on you anyway, end of the story! but if you do force him to say anything, he’ll admit that he does love seeing you in his hero costume. neito once walked in on you wearing his hero costume, and as to be expected— he made fun of you, but he did really like how it looked on you. but i suppose that’s the power you have on him, and he’ll admit it when he wants to, otherwise— he’s just teasing you for now. but pls wear it :,) he’ll basically be at your feet for the entire time

shinsou hitoshi

↛ honorable mention — a black sweater that has a silhouette of a purple cat printed at the center. it’s his favorite sweater, that’s why.

↛ his sweatpants. you and hitoshi had to switch clothes for a dare at a sleepover, and when he saw you in his lounging sweatpants, that’s what did him in. ever since then, he’s been quite obsessed with seeing you in them. hitoshi could care less about the sizing aspect, he just loves seeing you in his sweatpants— and it is quite a treat to come back from an especially gnarly day at school, and to be greeted by you lounging in his clothes, ‘instant recharge’ he says. he finds himself toying with the string of the sweatpants, when you’re on his lap, pressing kisses on his cheeks. anyways— if you want to kill him even more, then you should wear his sweater AND his sweatpants. he might as well just lock you in his room for him to keep forever (he’s not serious about that.) but it does surprise some people, because they never would’ve expected shinsou hitoshi to be the clingy/needy type. but you’re the only one that gets to see it indoors.

amajiki tamaki

↛ honorable mention — his button up shirt, i’m sure theres a gif of him wearing one in the anime somewhere, and i hope you know what i mean

↛ not really a clothing article he wears on the daily, but his cape. omg his cape. he sort of glitched out when he came back from interning, and saw you snuggling on the couch with his cape. like,, are you trying to unalive him? and he’s not slick about it either— everytime he comes back, and sees you using his cape as a blanket, draped over your shoulders, he nearly faints. it’s that intense, that’s why nejire and mirio brought his hero costume’s cape and gave it to you when it was time to sleep— he couldn’t get a wink of sleep because of the image of you with his cape, ugh! anyways, he does manage to leave it with you when he has to go away for a bit, because it says that it’s almost like he’s there with you. tamaki usually has to scramble on why he doesn’t have his usual cape.

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aitarose · 3 years

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HAIKYUU STOLEN WEDDING MOMENTS

iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, akaashi keiji

notes: i binged a whole ass netflix show this morning and was like ‘omg i should probably write something today’ and for some reason i was in a wedding mood so here this is! i love all of these men and omg these are so cute like I WANT THIS AJDSKL

IWAIZUMI HAJIME would be the guy that’d walk down the aisle, hand-in-hand with the little flower girl—leading her through the crowd and helping her toss pink and red rose petals across the scattered floor, encouraging her to smile and wave to your friends and family—you getting a little peak at the sight from around the corner, confirming your suspicions that you were marrying the greatest man in the entire world.

there was a sense of joy at the sight of him, a feeling that always seemed to arise in your heart whenever hajime was around. that warmth and security that he managed to bring in times of stress of nerves—just as you were feeling now, being miraculously calmed at the sound of his laugh, look of light in his eyes, radiating love pouring from his heart.

he was an amazing man, one who continuously lived in another’s shadow, yet had such a great mind of his own—a mind that you had never failed to appreciate and care for. seeing him now, holding the dainty hand of your little sister, beaming at her as she giggled with large roses tucked in the braids of her hair—you’d never been more certain that this was the best decision of your entire life—marrying him.

a feeling of pride came over you, secretly watching whilst he lifted her off of her feet, resting her bum on his hip and laughing loudly as she dumped the remainder of the petals on his head rather than the wooden floor. though you couldn’t hear what he’d said, there was no doubt that he was happy, that he didn’t mind the fact that there were sparse leaves stuck to his suit or seeds in his hair—nothing could erase the presence of completeness he’d come to know, all thanks to you.

straightening the fabric of your wedding attire, you took a deep breath, hearing the cue of the music you’d chosen together—signifying that it was your time to meet him at the end of the aisle, at the end of the line between for now and forever. as you bit your lips, taking your very first step into the eyes of the people, hajime’s eyes met yours. there was no fear in his gaze, no troubles or worries, just pure love and certainty.

as your feet moved beneath you, autonomously walking past the awed crowd, stepping on top of the surviving petals, his stare never left yours—ensuring that everything would be alright, that this forever would be perfect as long as you were together. taking your hands in his, listening as the officiant began to speak their lines, a faint smile grew beneath his tear-filled eyes, three heavy words flowing from his tongue—”i love you”.

MIYA OSAMU would be the perfect groom, the whole day going swimmingly from start to finish, nothing out of place or setting—only to end up sticking a piece of his own cake into your face, covering your nose in frosting and laughing at the shock in your expression, later getting some payback of his own in the form of a two-person food fight—attire aside and conformities lifted, just love in the form of good and old fashioned fun.

with the cool, silver handle of the knife within your palms, osamu’s grip above your own, resting over your skin like a guard, you sliced downwards, successfully cutting the first piece of your wedding cake—the first piece of the cake he’d slaved away for hours on, making sure that it was perfect, perfect enough to be deserving of you.

taking each of your individual forks from the tablecloth beneath you, you held up the utensil, turning to your newly wedded husband whilst he surprisingly pushed the plate upwards and into your face—the cold, wet feeling of moist cake covering your skin, dapping your nose, and sweetening your lips.

“‘samu!” you gasped, the white buttercream sticking to your makeup, smearing as he grabbed the sides of your face and pressed a deep kiss to your lips—the icing getting on him as well. “‘samu your face!” laughter bubbled from your throat at the sight of the mess he’d made, the clown like look covering his cheeks and jaw—somehow still managing to look like the most handsome man you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“you look ridiculous.” you mumbled against his mouth, pulling away to wipe a little bit of frosting from under his nose, kissing the tip of it gently. he grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the guest began to head towards the remaining cake—finding your act of affection somewhat normal in retrospect to your relationship.

osamu snuggled you into his body, resting his head atop yours as you admired the loving crowd that had gathered for your special day. sighing deeply, glancing over at you and kissing your forehead with love and meaning, he whispered in your ear—lips brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your back. “—and you look beautiful.”

AKAASHI KEIJI and you would plan to have a first look, a little sneak peak at each other’s attire before the actual ceremony—only to have bokuto show up instead, wearing a makeshift wedding dress and covering his eyes as a surprise—having a good laugh with his best friend, before you turn the corner wearing your beauty proudly, rendering him speechless and love in the love of it all.

“i’m counting down from three, alright?” keiji called out, hearing the sounds of shuffling behind his ear, heart beating fast knowing that you were only inches away from him on one of the most important days in his entire life. “on three we both turn around, and i get to see that pretty look on your face, beautiful.”

“three, two, one.” spinning, expecting to see the one that he would soon be calling his, the only person he came to face was none other than his best friend—bokuto, who’d managed to squeeze into an old white, party dress, biting his lip and smoldering at keiji’s look of disdain. despite the confusion on his face, he let out a large laugh as bokuto clapped a hand over his shoulder, pulling him into a hug and shaking him furiously.

the two men humored each other, talking for a brief moment before the actual star of the show turned the corner—your outfit looking its best as your heart warmed at the sight. “looking for someone?” you asked innocently whilst your fiance spun at the sound of your voice, his jaw completely dropping, legs nearly buckling at the beauty that was you.

pushing bokuto aside, he made his way in your direction, disregarding everything around him as all that mattered was you in that moment and every moment that would ever follow. his hands encapsulated yours, palms locked together in a knot that would never be untied—a deep and passionate kiss being brought your lips as he lifted your jaw to his.

“was wondering where my beautiful girl went.” he muttered, continuing to kiss you, ignoring the groans from bokuto who’d been complaining about how he was being ignored despite his effort in appearance. keiji rested his forehead against yours, taking in your scent and relishing in the feeling of being with you. “—can’t wait to see you at the end of that aisle. i can’t wait to make you mine.”

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ryuichirou · 3 years

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I really don’t understand the story of /tw/ in general. People are using them so much and for everything: it’s so fucking annoying and ridiculous! They even put it for food!??! If we should follow their silly reasonings, TV should put a content warning for every single fucking thing, even food programs. And what’s even the point??? Cause surely I can’t get it at all.

I feel like new generations are pretty much spoiled, so used to live in a crystal cage that expect the whole internet/world to be ready to adapt at their poor and fragile sensibility at any moment. This is a fucking joke, I swear: these (most of times underaged) persons don’t know shit about life, and it shows so much.

The only content that should be tagged is 18+ or NSWF (whatever they call it) content, and that’s totally enough: if they find a page where the creator says there’s the kind of content they don’t like they should just move the fuck on and ignore the page, instead of being angry or flustered because not every content is specifically made for them or doesn’t align with their sometimesboringwhenitcomestoantis taste. But even if they find a pic in their tl about something they don’t like, what’s so difficult in blocking the artist and just ignore the thing? If a pic is able to ruin their whole day, well I guess there’s a serious psychological problem behind the surface. If their sensibility is that much fragile that they need a tw for every single thing, they either need to stop using internet or contact a therapist to resolve their issues imo. If their life is so empty that they can’t stand some artists making a drawing of something they don’t like or that somehow triggers them (Awwwww poor things, as if I give a shit🙄) they should start going out more, experiencing some fresh grass or hanging out with some friends.

I’m so done of these persons making a fucking dictatorship on the internet, feeling allowed to say whatever the fuck they want cause “buhuhu, how dare u hurting my poor soul so bad!!!!” Who the fuck cares? Who the fuck are you??? You are literally noone to me, I don’t know you and I don’t even wanna know you: I make this content for myself in first place and eventually for every one who shares my tastes. Don’t like it? Well, I don’t give a damn and I don’t feel sorry at all: internet is a goddamn free place, where you can find everything. Didn’t mommy and daddy told u that? Welcome in the world, hon! But imma tell u a secret right away: you have the right and the POSSIBILITY to ignore the content you don’t like (WOW!), keep scrolling (OMG!!) and especially leave artists/content creators the fuck alone, you spoiled child, cause yeah the world doesn’t revolve around your tiny ass.

Am I being harsh? Yeah, I know. But I’ve reached my limit with this thing, and this is exeedingly ridiculous.

As a content creator myself, I totally understand you guys. I love you, I love the content you produce and I’ll keep supporting you forever.

Omg Anon look at us getting all mad over this thing haha, but yeah. It’s pretty much exactly how you described.

While I do understand that food isn't exactly what I draw and I understand that people have different limits to what they want and don’t want to see, it’s impossible to consider every single thing that might affect someone. I think it's people's responsibility to manage their own timelines - that's what I do constantly because there's a lot of stuff I never want to see in my life. Maybe it’s us growing up in a completely different internet space (and time…), maybe it’s a matter of taste, but unless it’s an example of severe cruelty or realistically rendered rotting piece of flesh, i.e. something that could legitimately scar a person, I’m sorry, but I can’t see myself tagging these types of drawings… It’s not even graphic, it’s just an anime boy head with some blood on it, you can’t even see the cut and you wouldn’t stop to think about it twice. I redrew a screencap with Eren's arm being bitten off where you can see meat and even the bone, and there, for some surprising reason, nobody said anything. Is it because it was in the manga? I don't know. Zeke's flying head was also in the manga. I plan on redrawing Eren cutting off his leg and eye poking properly this time, it's also fucking graphic. Most of the time I don't even know what tags to use (the mushroom drawing with poorly drawn holes and barely any shading that people enjoyed complaining about - what the fuck did I draw? Body horror? Because I don't consider this child scribble body horror, one of the prompts for the month is actually "body horror", so this wasn't it. It was just a creepy thing, somewhat gross), and if I were to use most of them, like I said, it breaks my posts.

My overall blog has a warning (a poor one thanks to the symbol limit which is mostly eaten by me screaming about the prohibition of reposting my art), and I think it's more than enough.

I can live without people constantly going "what", "wtf", "no", "nah", "the fuck/hell", and whatever unoriginal comment they can come up with under my drawings. If you have nothing to say, then shut the fuck up, how about that. I'm sorry that my art is somewhat popular, and people see it.

Anyways. Thanks a lot for your support and love, we appreciate it a lot <3

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sofia-comet · 4 years

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Shut up

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader (any gender!!)

genre: fluff, friends to lovers i guess

length: 1.7k words

omg hello this is my first time writing something shdfhsdfg so this oneshot was inspired by one of my favorite songs, Shut Up by Greyson Chance! also bc i wanted something to help me cope with stress and idk writing something seemed like the best way possible. unbeta-ed but who cares!

I cannot hold my tongue, you give me much to say

The first time you met Ushijima Wakatoshi was when your family moved in next door. You were unable to help out with the moving boxes so you decided to walk around the neighborhood. You caught him playing volleyball with a man that appeared to be his father.

The man asked if you wanted to play with his son and you agreed. For the rest of the day, the boy taught you volleyball with as little words as possible. It was mostly you in the conversation -- asking him questions and repeating his instructions as he nodded all throughout. His father couldn’t help but smile as his quiet and shy son made a new friend.

For the rest of your childhood you were hanging out with him. You were the most talkative person ever. You never ran out of things while he would look at you and either nod or shake his head. You didn’t mind his silence as long as you know he understood every word you said.

Although there are times when you would be taken aback at how much he remembered the things you’ve said. One day he gave you your favorite flower, the next was a drawing of a butterfly in your favorite color, and whenever you got sick, he would visit you with a snack that you loved the most.

He knew so much about you, yet you only knew little about him. It was your main worry that you could count on your fingers about the things he liked. He likes volleyball, Hayashi rice, the volleyball ace in his dad’s stories, Vabo-chan, drawing, taking care of plants, and -- what else?

One time, both of you were resting under the tree after playing volleyball and a finished session of rambling about life, you asked him, “Wakatoshi-chan, what is your most favorite thing in the world?”

He faced you, staring at your eyes, and all he could say was “You.”

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I’m sweating bullets, nervous that you’ll push away

You developed your first crush right before first year of high school started. It was finally decided that you were allowed to move into Shiratorizawa Academy and live in the dorms, and the crush in question helped you with the packing and moving. His name was Ushijima Wakatoshi.

It happened on a whim, really. You realized that the both of you were growing up. His body and facial features were maturing, and you knew that he was growing up to be a handsome young man.

You both agreed to help each other unpack first in your dorm then his after. You couldn’t help but feel so anxious because it was your first time living away from your parents and on top of that, Shiratorizawa’s high academic standards were something you have to uphold. When the pressure gets to you too much, you tend to spout out a lot of “what ifs.”

But it was Wakatoshi to the rescue. He stood close in front of you and held both of your shoulders, which made you pause and look up to him. Huh, since when did he get so tall?

“You’ll be okay. I’m here”

And suddenly those five words washed the nerves away. You closed the distance between you two and wrapped your arms around him. This is nothing new, you say to yourself, and he followed by enveloping his strong arms around you, but why do I feel a new kind of anxiety?

You stayed in each other's arms for a few minutes. You let the rise and fall of his chest relax you right now. High school is going to be alright if it’s with him, but at the same time, high school isn’t going to be alright with him either as your platonic feelings for him bloomed into something else.

“Say, Wakatoshi-chan,” you asked out of the blue, and you felt his chest vibrate as he hummed in response. “I know I’m very talkative and I always tell you to stop when it gets too much. Well...a-am I still annoying to you?”

Until now, you still fear the day when he stops being your friend and finally decides that you were being too annoying. Because of him and your feelings for him, you became too self-conscious.

You retracted from him, but his arms still held firm around you. You tilted your head up to meet his olive green eyes with yours, staring at him with anticipation. With his left hand -- the hand that his father fought for, the hand that helped him unleash his strength, the hand that proved him to be different -- gently moved from your back to hold the back of your head. He pulled you back into his chest and held you tighter than before.

Still on his chest, you felt him shaking his head.

And when your eyes catch mine, I know I talk too much

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You have fallen hard for Ushijima Wakatoshi. You actually had planned to confess to him, but his serious and stoic nature made it hard to recognize his true feelings for you.

Three years have passed. You and your childhood friend are in your final year of high school.

You know that he will go pro after high school. The loss of his team against Karasuno only fueled his passion for the sport even more. He constantly wanted to improve and one day stand on the national stage again.

And you? Well, you wanted to get into one of Japan’s top universities at least. It won’t be easy, but you had the support from your friends and family. That familiar feeling has once again come back, fresh as the day as when you had to prepare for high school. The uncertainty of the future coupled with the feelings for the man you liked for years that are getting nowhere were adding to the weight on your shoulders.

It became harder to sleep as the end of your high school life approached. The time on your phone flashed 2 am and you texted him about meeting up at the nearby convenience store. You knew how sleeping on time and waking up on time mattered to him, but it came to your surprise when he replied with an “okay, see you there.”

Leaning on the wall at the side of the convenience store alone, you saw him approaching you. You could not help but notice how eye candy he was in his joggers and plain t-shirt. The darkness helped conceal the blush formed on your cheeks.

He leaned on the wall next to you and you both stood there in silence. Your heart was beating louder than your thoughts at that point, but at the same time you felt relaxed because his presence simply helped you forget the weight you’re carrying. How does this man make you nervous yet bring you comfort at the same time?

“So uh, Wakatoshi,” you started. “We’ll be graduating soon.” He huffed in reply. You looked at the moon, because the man next to you would only distract your thoughts.

“To be honest, I don’t really have concrete plans for my future as long as I get into some university. I’m fine with any degree as long as it gets me somewhere, you know? And for you, you know what you want. You’re gonna go pro and I’m so proud of you. I’ll be supporting you all the way, just as what I’ve been doing in your matches in the past years.” You didn’t notice him inching closer to you as you continued your monologue.

The moon, in all its hypnotic glory, made you believe you were talking to it; it was you and the moon at that moment. “We have been together like, all the time. I wonder why you haven’t grown tired of me yet honestly. And this is the first time we’ll be apart...after high school I mean. I’ll forever cherish these moments and whenever I miss you I’ll think about all the times we’ve had together. I can’t help it if you were such a constant presence in my life.

“I just wanna say, thank you, for everything. I can’t list them down, that would take me years! Even if we can’t see each other a lot, I really don’t want us to grow apart, that’s all I’m asking for. But I completely understand if you don’t like me...I know I’m too much at times so I don’t know how you put up with me so, I’m sorry. God, I get too self-conscious at times… I know you mean well and that I should trust you more but... What doesn’t help is that I like you so mu--” You stopped. What? You punished your own mouth for moving faster than your brain.

You broke your gaze at the moon to face the man next to you. Your eyes widened because he stood closer to you than earlier. His olive eyes pierced you and with one look they told you to stop putting your focus at the rock in the sky. “Wakatoshi? I… w-well… Wow! What did I say?” You were laughing and shaking at that point. Did I have caffeine today? Your eyes were everywhere except his. He placed his left hand on your chin to tilt your head up and look back at his face. You drank in his olive orbs and handsome face, making sure this moment etched in your mind forever.

In his eyes you were the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, even if you were a blushing mess.

“What I mean t-to say is, uhh... yes, I do like you. A lot. Not just as your closest friend, but as something more than that. I’ve fallen for you, Wakato-” For the first time in your friendship, he has cut you off from your words by pressing his own lips with yours. This was the first time he shut you up from your ramblings rather than give a single nod or a few words in reply. This was the first time he rendered you speechless.

Your arms snaked around his neck as you kissed him back. It was innocent and chaste, and it reminded you of the day he declared that you were his favorite thing. You still were.

And in that kiss, was when Ushijima Wakatoshi showed something that spoke more words than you have ever said to him in all these years together.

So give me your two lips, and baby I’ll shut up.

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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omg angel! my next ✨thot✨ was going to be about tying tim up but we can hold off on that cause you gave me a gem to run with and ask very kindly for more! (also you are amazing for just indulging me and i’m crying cause omg you totally get me and i’m glad we can fawn over tim together)

so i am asking for a very much needed continuation of officer tim using his cuffs and what his punishment is! please! i beg of you! - ❤️

Oooh, yes. Yes, save that for another time because I’d absolutely love to discuss that further. You’re the amazing one because you don’t know how much this indulges me and i love fawning over Tim with you! <3

A continuation, yes? Here we go. Let’s do this.

Warnings:

I preface in saying that the content below the cut -yes, there will be one, I already know I’m going to go on a tangent and I damn well know it’s gonna be filthy as hell, is absolutely not meant for minors. So if you’re under 18+, you need to click away from this. Don’t read any further. If you choose to stay beyond this warning, this is now officially your own problem/fault. I warned you.

If you are going to stick around, first of all, yay! <3!!, Secondly, these things may be present... Use of handcuffs. Body fluids. Oral sex; male giving. Oral sex ; face fucking, female giving.

Tagging:

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@twistnet

Tim Speedle + teasing, a continuation;

You knew you were in for it; that didn’t stop you at all. Your hand wandered down between the two of you and he groaned quietly, bucking against it as you worked your hand down his pants, wrapped them around his growing bulge. His fingers dug into your ass, squeezing and he growled against your mouth, “You’re really in for it now, doll.” and his eyes met yours, pupils nearly blacked out with lust. He rubbed you against him, the friction just wasn’t enough. His tongue dragged slowly round the shell of your ear and he gave the lusty whisper, “ It’s all fun and games until you’re handcuffed to our bed and my head’s buried between your thighs.” and as he said it, his fingers dug against your jeans even more, rubbing you against him all over again more roughly.

As soon as you two could slip out of Eric and Calleigh’s, you were hurrying to his motorcycle. The trip back to Tim’s felt as if it took forever, but he made it interesting every single time he saw fit to really lay into the gas, making the powerful engine you currently straddled roar and as a direct result, vibrate. He was scooping you off of the Ducati as soon as it was fully stopped in the parking lot. His mouth devouring yours, rough and biting. A frantic and needy kiss that left you whimpering and squirming in his arms, because you just couldn’t wait a second longer. As soon as the door was unlocked, the fuse was lit. Clothing was torn free from your body before you could even really bat a lash -and definitely before Tim got the door closed fully behind you two, fyi. Once the door to Tim’s apartment was closed behind the two of you and locked, Tim was carrying you straight back to his bedroom. Your back hit the mattress and his mouth never left yours. Now his free hand was wandering all over your bare body. He dug around, finally locating the handcuffs. He pressed into you and muttered against your mouth in a low growl, “Get comfortable doll. You really earned this.” as he licked his lips, letting his eyes roam over your naked body slowly.

The cold metal against your warm skin had you hissing and you found your hands cuffed, rendering them useless. You had to lie there and watch as he stripped off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor in the room behind him. And then he went for the jeans. Slowly. Teasing you. As they pooled at his ankle and he kicked his shoes off, he licked his lips and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Pretending he didn’t know exactly what he was about to do. He stepped closer. “Is there something you wanna do right now, doll?” -oh god, that shit eating tease tone he took.. If you were dripping back at the party, you were three times that now. Your eyes settled on his thick length, standing at attention. When his hand wandered down, circling it, you whimpered. “Not fair.” you squirmed, dying to at least be able to do something. Your cunt was throbbing. Between all the teasing earlier in the night and the entire ride back here to now, you were beyond ready.

“I asked you a question doll.” Tim’s voice went more firm. More like a true authority figure. You’d seen this flip switch a time or two before when he was working.. It never failed to leave you all worked up. His hand continued to pump his thick and hardened length, knowing that unless you spoke up, all you could do was watch.. Squirm.. Beg for it.

You couldn’t take anymore. “C’mon, Tim, please.. You know what I want.” you whimpered out. “I wanna suck your cock.”

Your words and your begging tone flipped the switch within the man even more. He stood, helping you sit up so you could reach him a little easier. But those cuffs? Those stayed on. You got the feeling that it might be quite a while before they came off tonight and just the thought of it had your thighs absolutely flooded with slick, dripping. One of his hands wandered down, gripping your sex, squeezing and rubbing the heel of his palm right against your mound, putting indirect pressure on your clit and you arched your back away from the bed. His other hand remained wrapped around his cock and he teased it against your mouth. You begged him to let you have your hands but he shook his head no. “Don’t let me get too rough, baby girl.” he muttered against your mouth as his fingers worked you open and he stole one last deep and biting kiss. HIs mouth was replaced with his cock and as you took him as deep in your throat as you could take him, his fingers tangled in your hair. His hips thrust against your mouth, the suction of it making him tense and growl quietly. Making his fingers bury deeper in your dripping core, the wet slosh seeming to echo through the room and shatter the silence. “Louder, doll.” he muttered in a daze, his fingers striking against your spot as you really latched onto his cock, raising your head, only to lower your mouth all over again and repeat. His fingers tangled in your hair urging you to go faster, controlling the pace. You could feel yourself starting to shake, your orgasm was dangerously close. He seemed to pick up on it, his fingers slowed to a more deliberate crawl inside you and his thumb pressed into your clit, making you moan out and squirm as you worked your mouth over his length faster. Determined to make him abandon his little plan of teasing you.

But he’s not one of those guys who changes his mind easily. ANd his mind was currently fixed on teasing you just as much as you’d been teasing him nearly all night.

“Fuck.” he growled out quietly as his hips and his fingers both came to a stop and you pouted. You’d been right on the edge. A breath away from going over it. He drew his fingers out of your dripping heat and stepped away from you, making you pout even more, begging him not to stop. He chuckled quietly. His fingers passed between his lips and he groaned as the taste of your juices filled his mouth. When he locked eyes with you again, you KNEW you were in for it.

He lowered himself down onto the bed. Using his body to spread your legs as his mouth began to work up the slippery insides, teeth latching on here and there. His eyes met yours once more and you knew by the gleam in them that he was only just getting started. His tongue rolled over and around your clit all over again as his fingers buried inside. When his mouth latched onto your folds, sucking, you arched away from the bed, your toes digging into the mattress and your moans shattered the silence and competed with the sounds of Tim, head buried between your thighs. Tongue slurping greedily as he buried it inside of you with his fingers, drumming against your spot. Sending you speeding right towards orgasm all over again only to have him stop the second he felt you tensing and shaking beneath him, and start licking and nipping at your inner thighs before continuing.

You felt the broad strokes of his tongue as they formed the letter T. Your toes curled all over again and your head fell back, your eyes fluttered open and closed. “Fuck.” you moaned, rocking your hips upward. This, of course, was exactly what he wanted you to do. He gripped your hip with his free hand, bucking them against his mouth as the torment started all over again.

By the time he got to the Y in his full first name, you were dripping all over the bed and Tim was stopping to look up at his handiwork, watch you fighting to keep from coming undone for him before he gave you permission.....

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bisexualsforprompto · 4 years

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“Tongue Tied” Maribat Mondays ‘Mute’

@maribat-mondays and thanks to @caffeinetheory for beta reading!

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Damian didn’t have a soulmate and he was fine with that fact.

Well ‘fine’ wasn’t the right word but he had learned to accept it. It wouldn’t have been acceptable in the League of Assassins and it’s not like he needed one after seventeen years of not having one. Damian would never admit it but he did feel...inferior sometimes when he saw all of his family who had soulmates. Only 2% of the population didn’t have one.

Dick had Kor’i, Tim had Connor, Jason had Roy, his father had Selina, and Damian was pretty sure even Alfred had one (though the old man never said who it was). Where did that leave Damian?

At first he had thought it might be Mar’i, the Grayson spawn. Then he thought maybe Emiko. He had even considered Jon! Sometimes he wondered if he even had liked any of them romantically or if he was just trying to make up for his lack of a soulmate.

Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like Damian cared if he had anyone special. He’d been used to being ignored or judged all his life. His own father had forgotten his birthday and of course he was pitted against his cousin as a child. One less person to judge him? One less person to ignore him? Sounded fine to Damian. It definitely didn’t bother him when his father wasn’t there for his thirteenth birthday, he’d call anyone ridiculous for suggesting such a thing, but did he really need someone else to forget birthdays? Compare him? No.

Damian Wayne didn’t need a soulmate.

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Marinette was late.

Shocker.

She rushed to the bus, hair a half brushed mess and Tikki just barely making it into her purse.

“Wait!” She yelled before the bus pulled away. As she hopped on the bus out of breath she watched as Miss Bustier shook her head and tutted disapprovingly.

“Marinette what did I say about setting an example?” She said quietly placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder. Marinette shoved it off, the whole ordeal made her angrier than normal and it could surely only get worse. Marinette walked slowly to the back of the bus ignoring the whispers.

Alya and Lila sat together rolling their eyes at her and as always Sabrina and Chloé openly shunned her. Marinette sat alone with misery as she watched Adrien look at her out of pity and snap his head back. Marinette sighed and was prepared to put her headphones in until they reached Wayne Enterprises, but of course before she could reach the safe haven of melody Lila had to open her big mouth.

“You know my soulmate lives in Gotham!” Lila said causing everyone on the bus, save Marinette, to stop what they were doing and listen to Lila. Alya brightened next to her best friend, “OMG Girl! Who is he?!” Lila giggled.

“Well you may have heard of him so make sure to keep quiet about it, but he’s Damian Wayne!”

“Bruce Wayne’s son?!” Alya marveled, Lila nodded with feigned modesty. “Woah! What kind of bond do you have?!”

“Well, until I met him at one of the Wayne galas when we were eight I couldn’t see the color of his eyes and he couldn’t see the color of mine. When we saw each other it was like the world exploded into blue!” Lila sighed. Rose swooned, “So romantic!”

“Doesn’t Damian Wayne have green eyes?” Asked a quiet voice. Everyone turned to Nathaniel, Lila shooting daggers with her eyes.

“Well-“ she started nervously.

“Wait, Adrien, dude, haven’t you met Damian Wayne?” Nino asked to the blonde sitting next to him.

Lila visibly paled though Marinette didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if Adrien ‘spineless’ Agreste was going to speak against her.

“Yeah I did.” Adrien gulped, “He has blue eyes…” Marinette rolled her eyes and put in her music, Adrien was such a hypocrite. First saying that as long as they knew the truth everything was fine to openly lying for Lie-la.

“Can I see your soulmark?” Asked Rose, she loved seeing the romantic mark that was received on both soulmates after they met each other.

“Well- I- it’s in a private space if you know what I mean!” Lila chuckled.

“Don’t worry, Lila, we believe you.” Adrien said.

“So annoying.” Marinette whispered into her purse. She saw Tikki give her a confused look. She didn’t realize why until she spoke again, “What?” But no sound came out. Marinette started yelling frantically only for no sound to come out once more.

“What’s going on?!” Tikki asked in a hushed whisper. Marinette shrugged and went into full panic mode. She ran through the possible scenarios of why she had gone mute. A miraculous side effect? But glancing at the tiny red goddess next to her who was as confused as Marinette that couldn’t have been the case. An akuma? No they were out of Hawkmoth’s range. Maybe Lila was an evil witch who cast a spell on her? Well probably not, Lila was less of a witch and more of a b-

Suddenly it hit her. Marinette grabbed her notebook and began scribbling furiously. She shoved it next to Tikki who read it wordlessly.

There’s a soulmate connection that activates when the two are in a certain radius of each other, until they meet the two will be mute. The bond is really rare.

Tikki brightened, “That’s wonderful Marinette!” She exclaimed as she continued to whisper not to alert anyone around Marinette (not that the class could care less about her).

What are you talking about Tikki?! This is a disaster!

Tikki gave Marinette a puzzled look. Marinette looked like she was sighing though no audio came out.

Gotham is huge! There’s no way I’ll find my soulmate before the trip is over! Then I’ll be mute forever! I won’t be able to be Ladybug if I can’t say the transformation phrase! Then Paris will be doomed! Hawkmoth will win and I’ll never get a hamster or meet my soulmate or-

“Marinette!” Tikki flew back into Marinette’s purse in a flash and Marinette shut her notebook abruptly. Miss Bustier stood in front of her. “Are you ready?” She asked expectantly. Marinette gulped and nodded noticing everyone else had already exited the bus. Sighing silently Marinette stepped out of the bus and became face to face with Wayne Enterprises.

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Damian had been complaining about the fact that he had to come with Grayson to meet the school kids for their tour. Dick pointed out Damian was in school which lead to Damian’s signature “TT.”

Only this time something was wrong. Damian no longer heard his voice. He started to say something again only for no sound to come out. Dick gave him a confused look before brightening.

“YOUR SOULMATE!” Damian winced at Grayson’s volume. He lifted an eyebrow as to say “what of it.”

“You must have the mute soul bond! I bet your soulmate is in the French class! Oh my gosh I can’t wait to meet them!” He practically squealed. Damian was about to protest, after all, there were plenty more plausible reasons for his sudden muteness and it could’ve been sheer coincidence that the French class came when (if) his soulmate came to Gotham. “It’s so romantic! When you guys meet you’ll be able to speak again! Then your soulmark will appear!” Dick all but swooned.

“I prefer him mute.” Commented a low voice. Dick and Damian whipped their heads around to see Jason, who was certainly not dressed to be in a formal work environment, smirking at the situation. “As much as I like Demon Spawn silent, do you really think he has a soulmate?” Jason asked raising a cocky brow trying to get a rise out of the youngest Wayne. Damian retaliated shouting words at Todd...which he couldn’t hear. Jason starting snickering at his brother’s predicament.

“Come on Jay, be nice!” Dick said, “Besides it’s not like-“

Dick was cut off by the sound of the double doors of Wayne Enterprises opening. An Italian girl with quite untasteful hair, green eyes, and an ugly orange ensemble walked into the building as if she owned it. She was followed by an entourage of students. Damian recognized one as Adrien Agreste, he never liked that boy, far too much of a pushover. When Adrien met his gaze a look of panic flashed across his face before he averted his gaze.

“Odd,” Damian remarked silently as he was rendered mute from whatever cruel trick the universe decided to play on him. Damian sighed although nobody could hear it, that would take some getting used to, he hoped his torture would end soon.

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Marinette hoped her torture would end soon. Her other classmates, people she had once called friends, were picking on her before they had left her to go into the Wayne Enterprises building. Lila has tried to rile Marinette up by mentioning ever so craftily that the Italian had a soulmate whereas nobody would ever want to be with a bully like her.

The fact that her muteness came into play and Marinette couldn’t say a word back only made it worse. When Lila couldn’t get a response out of the bluenette she shoved her into a nearby rose bush with all too many thorns.

Marinette hadn’t missed the winces from the sudden display of violence that had come from Alya, Adrien, Rose, Mylené, Juleka and surprisingly Chloé (though Chloé had tormented her she wasn’t about to get her hands dirty and get physical). That didn’t change the fact that they didn’t do anything to help her. They simply let her sit in the bush picking thorns out of her skin while they walked into Wayne Enterprises. And of course teacher of the year Caline Bustier hadn’t seen a thing either.

Marinette sulked as she picked out more thorns, at this rate, she'd never be done. They had probably already convinced Miss Bustier to leave her behind. She could feel Tikki subtly helping out with the rose bush thorns from behind where she couldn’t be spotted and where Marinette couldn’t reach. She turned around to her kwami and gave her a subtle smile. Tikki gave her a sad one back, in all her years she never had a holder who had been treated in such a manner.

Marinette felt slightly victorious as she plucked out the very last thorn from her shoulder and stood up carefully walking out of the rose bush. She ran her fingers through her hair noticing that she’d need to take her pigtails out because on had gotten too many thorns in it. She sighed as she let her hair down, something she seldom did, and walked into Wayne Enterprises.

Little did she know, she’d have an uproar awaiting her.

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“Good morning!” Dick greeted as he walked towards the French class. “Before I begin the tour, is this everyone?” The red haired French teacher didn’t look around before nodding.

Dick furrowed his brows. Damian was unsettled by the teacher’s reaction, but it was probable that she had done a headcount before they left the bus. Dick clasped his hands together, “Okay! I’m Dick Grayson and I’ll be your tour guide along with my brothers Jason Todd-“

“Nah count me out.” Jason said in English, “I only came here because Tim forgot his coffee and since I was the only one home he wouldn’t fucking leave me alone about it.” Dick sighed, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll be your tour guide,” he started again in French, “And my brother Damian Wayne will be too.”

Damian’s eyes scanned over the crowd falling on Adrien once again who had looked as if he was going to be sick. Damian raised an eyebrow, the leader of the flock of French students shared the same expression.

“Wait,” said the redhead girl who was standing next to the leader of the students, “Didn’t you say Damian Wayne was your soulmate?” She smiled. Damian scowled, this wasn’t the first time something like that had happened but he wasn’t keen on dealing with it when he had no voice.

“Um yeahhh.” The brunette laughed nervously, “This must be a different Damian Wayne, the last name is very popular!” Damian wished he had his voice just so he could point that the opposite was true.

“But Richard Grayson,” begun a tall dark haired girl with all black covering her, “Lila, that’s one of Bruce Wayne’s sons and he said that this Damian Wayne was his brother.” The Lila girl paled.

“And didn’t you say Damian Wayne’s eyes were blue?” Asked one of the other students. Damian smirked, he did like seeing justice getting served.

“Wait! Adrien said that too!” Suddenly everyone’s eyes were on Adrien.

“Wait dude, I thought you meet Damian Wayne.” Adrien looked as if he was drenched in sweat.

Suddenly another person burst through the door. Damian couldn’t see who it was because the crowd was blocking the view, whoever it was must’ve been petite. He did hear the teacher call out, “Marinette! Where have you been?”

“Wait, so you were missing someone?” Dick asked rubbing his temples, “What a mess,” he whispered to Damian. Damian rolled his eyes, he had dealt with far worse than this.

“Marinette, you’re supposed to set an example! Why were you gone?” The teacher asked sternly. No response. The Lila girl took the opportunity where the negative attention wasn’t focused on her.

“She’s such a bully Miss Bustier, she threatened me before we came in here! I bet she went to find something to hurt me with!” She began to cry. Even though just seconds ago the students knew she had been lying they comforted her. Damian couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

While they consoled the liar Miss Bustier pulled the Marinette student with her. Damian was finally able to get a good look, she was short as suspected with gorgeous blue hair and bluebell eyes, she was pale and obviously of Asian decent. His eyes traveled to her lips.

“Wow.” He heard himself say. Damian jumped. He glanced at Dick, “Did you hear that?!” Dick nodded,

“That must be your soulmate!” He exclaimed.

“Not necessarily, I-“

“Only one way to find out!” Dick grinned. He took Damian by the hand and pulled him over to the girl and the teacher.

“Marinette! Stop ignoring me and speak!” Miss Bustier shouted. The girl looked exhausted. Dick tapped her on the shoulder. Marinette spun around to be met with Damian’s face. She blushed as she almost slipped.

Damian caught her as she tumbled backwards, “Thank you monsieur!” She said. “I can speak again!” She exclaimed to no one in particular.

As Damian took her hand to lift her back to her center of gravity he noticed that a robin picture had appeared on her hand. He had a matching ladybug on the hand he helped her up with. He cracked a small smile.

“I guess we're soulmates.”

—Bonus—

“Lila Rossi I presume,” Damian said as he walked with Marinette over to the liar who was still being wrapped in a hug by her classmates. Lila smiled nervously when she saw who was standing before her.

“Oh uh hi, listen what happened back there-“

“Save it.” Damian said narrowing his eyes, “Expect a call from my lawyers.” He said. Lila retreated out of the building causing Miss Bustier to run after her.

“But Damian!” Adrien cried.

“Don’t you dare.” Damian heard Marinette say next to him. He was surprised by the amount of bite in her voice. “Lila’s lies were hurting people, your refusal to tell the truth was hurting people. Consider yourself lucky that Lila’s lying didn’t get all of you in trouble.”

“You know she was lying?! Why didn’t you tell us?” Alya shouted to Marinette.

“I told you multiple times. I stopped because none of you listened.” She deadpanned. Damian couldn’t help but be impressed, his soulmate had a handle on things. “And Adrien knew too. He didn’t say anything at all.”

“You lied for her dude?!” Said Nino folding his arms remembering him covering for Lila when Nathaniel pointed out Damian Wayne’s eye color. Adrien guiltily nodded and Nino shook his head, “Not cool.”

“Come on guys! I just didn’t want Lila to get akumatized.” Adrien said waving his hands in surrender.

“They were all lies!” Alya cried as she searched through her phone. “I had to write lies on my blog! I lost over half of my followers, I thought they were just jealous of Lila!”

“Lila told me that she could partner me with one of the best Manga artists in Japan so I stopped working with Marc. We broke up because of her lies!”

“Prince Ali told me he wouldn’t talk to me anymore because of the people I spend my time with! I was so confused and when I asked him about Lila he said he didn’t know her, Lila just told me that he was protecting her by not speaking about her. I lost my best friend!”

“Seems like you should’ve listened to my soulmate.” Damian spat before taking Marinette by the hand and leading her away.

“We’re sorry Marinette.”

“A lot that does now.” Marinette said as she followed Damian without looking back. “Thank you.” She whispered into his ear.

“No problem Angel.”

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chimtaera · 4 years

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imagine prince jungkook.

adventure time!

jungkook isn’t the crown prince so outside of his princely duties he can go questing! exploring! adventuring!

of course his family doesn’t really approve of his activities, but they’ve basically struck up a bargain that he’ll attend court and such without making a fuss, as long as he gets to run around when he isn’t needed.

of course he has protection with him, the court approved putting together a little adventure party, which is basically just all his best knight friends, i’m sure you can guess who.

these guys have been together most of their lives, always getting in trouble as kids, climbing what they shouldn’t be climbing, fighting what they shouldn’t be fighting, eating what they- ok you get my point.

imagine a seamstress running frantically around after jungkook before an event because he always tears his clothing somehow.

or being chased out the kitchen before a big banquet with flour in his hair.

everyone loves him though.

he’s the baby of the palace, everyone dotes on him and lets him get away with mischief, ‘cause it’s cute.

and the people down in the villages love him too.

they’re always excited to see him ride out on an adventure, or to see him coming back form a quest.

and he’s often invited in for a drink at the taverns, to tell stories from one of his quests.

and if there’s any loot he shares it, because he doesn’t actually need any of the gold and jewellery.

boy is more likely to like, take a hedgehog he rescued with him as a pet, or like, keep a really round rock he found in a river when he stopped for water, than he is to hang onto any of the valuable stuff.

people in the tavern be like “ooh, look at all that gold.” and jungkook will be like “ok sure but guys this rock is so smooth, u gotta feel it.”

probably has separate room in the palace just for his adventure keepsakes, and he keeps it very organised and tidy.

oh and people write songs and poetry about jungkook and his brave knights’ many adventures, but the best songs are of course his own.

because, like any royal, jungkook is highly educated.

in everything from politic and war, to the arts.

and, like any good royal, he’s also a brilliant poet.

so how did you two meet? ok story time

you live in the woods somewhere far away, at the bottom of a mountain, just u and ur doggo.

you have a little cottage that’s been with your family in generations, it’s where you’ve grown up and you didn’t really know much else so you stayed.

you travel to the nearest villages if you need something, about a day’s journey, but you’ve never felt very welcome.

they’re not mean, it’s just- you’re an outsider, and an outsider you shall remain.

so your doggo wakes you up one morning and you’re like?? what is it

it’s clear the doggo has found something outside and desperately needs you to come see.

you’re like, did you find another baby bird that’s fallen out of its nest?? do i gotta raise a NOTHEr baby bird ?? istg

the answer is no, but also yes.

jungkook looks to be fast asleep in the moss and soft heather, he’s got a few scratches, but he’s got lovely pink nose and lips and seems quite healthy.

you gently prod him awake like, u ok my guy ?? you’re gonna catch a cold come have some tea.

he’s a little spooked at first, with his big round eyes snapping open to stare at you, rendering you a little speechless at first.

but eventually you explain that you live here at the bottom of the mountain and that your dog just have smelled him because they woke you up to come find him.

doggo takes the opportunity to introduce themselves, you know, the way dogs do, and that’d the first time you hear jungkook giggle, and suddenly you understand what your grandma was warning you about when she said to stay away from the pretty boys.

you invite him to come warm himself in your cottage, you just put a log on the fire before going out, so it should be warming up by now.

he’s like umm uh sure

and you’re not sure why he’s so hesitant, you’re not a very intimidating figure even though you live in the woods by yourself.

but then as the two of you start making your way back to your cottage you start to realise he has some difficulty keeping up with you.

it’s dark, but you still se him grimace when you turn to look for him.

“oh no, you must be hurt!” how silly of you, why else would he be sleeping in the woods behind your house.

“ah, no it’s- i’m just, uh... yeah. okay, yes.”

turns out he’s twisted his ankle falling from his horse, and the way down the mountain in the night has only made it worse.

you help support him the rest of the way back, much to his embarrassment.

as you sit him by the fire and make tea and a little breakfast he explains that he was on his way back home from his quest when he lost his companions, and later his horse when it got spooked.

when he finally got to the bottom of the mountain, which had taken him almost all night, he was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as he sat down to rest a little.

he seems a little embarrassed, so you tell him it’s the sort of thing that could happen to anyone, and maybe you tell him that story about how you fell down the mountain as a child and almost scared your grandmother to death, but by some miracle you survived with barely a scratch.

anyway, he’s lucky you found him.

jungkook asks how far the nearest village is. his friends will be looking for him and perhaps he can find a horse there, or send word of his whereabouts.

you tell him it’s about a day’s walk and he’s not going anywhere on his ankle, it needs at least a few days rest, but he’s welcome to stay with you in the meanwhile.

in that case his friends will probably go back home, and gather a party to come search for him, it might take a few days.

again, he’s embarrassed but very thankful, and you find it adorable.

he is very cute actually.

like super handsome, he’s tall and seems strong, he’s so well-spoken and well-mannered he seems almost otherworldly to you, but he has a shyness to him, and a playfulness, and the way he takes everything in with his wide, enthusiastic eyes really adds to his boyish charm.

as the sun comes up you get some water so he can wash up, and help clean the scratches on his face and neck.

he’s actually?? so pretty ?? it’s very distracting, you’ve never seen anyone that looks like this and especially when he blushes wow

you think it’s just because he’s embarrassed, but in actuality it’s because you’re really close and kinda very cute and you smell so nice?? like earthy and warm and dried flowers and herbs.

you spend your day like you usually would, but with jungkook helping out where he can, like chopping wood because he can do that seated.

and it’s so nice to have his company tbh, you two talk about everything and nothing, and in the evening you make dinner, and sit by the fire in the dark.

and that’s when he starts humming.

and you’re like?? omg what is this

you’ve only ever heard your grandmother sing, or like drunk people in taverns, and you only know a handful of songs so this is new!!!

you ask him to sing for you, and he’s a little flustered but he does so gladly.

and it’s a m a z i n g omg let me tell you

imagine sitting by the fire? in a little cottage miles away from anything? cozied up with your doggo and a cup of tea? and jungkook? singing? songs about epic battles and tragic romances and awesome adventures?

you make him sing every song he knows and eventually you ask to hear some of them again, and you two sit up sooo late sharing songs and stories.

jungkook never mentions he’s a prince though.

you let him have the bed and sleep in a chair by the fire that night, although it takes a while to convince him.

another day goes by like that, and you’ve come to really enjoy his company.

you know he has to leave, but you know it’s going to be strange to be so alone again when he does, and you find yourself wishing he could stay forever.

you were never discontent with your life, but you realise you like sharing it with someone.

that night he insists you sleep in the bed, and after a little arguing you agree, but only if he'll sleep in it too.

and he’s very flustered but he agrees and you pretend you’re not flustered too.

you two sat up until late again, talking and singing, but it’s hard to fall asleep with all the butterflies in your stomach, and he smells so nice??

like, you don’t know what expensive smells like.

but that’s what he smells like.

just the lingering remains of exotic spices and perfumed oils.

it’s really nice to wake up next to jungkook.

like, really, really nice.

like, your heart swells with warmth and fluff and it feels like it’s gonna burst or do a dance or something so you have to get out of bed, and only watch him sleep for a very brief minute.

at breakfast you notice that one of the scratches on his forehead looks a little inflamed, so you go out and pick some healing herbs while he chops more wood.

you’re both very quiet as you apply the paste you’ve made of the herbs to the cut.

he’s sitting in the chair, you standing over him, and watches you so closely with his shiny rounds eyes that it gets very hard to focus.

as you finish up you meet his gaze and find it impossible to pull away like you had intended to do.

without a word, like magnets, the two of you are drawn to one another and meet in a kiss.

carefully, he wraps his arms around you and scoops you into his lap, and you in turn wrap your arms around his shoulders and deepen the kiss.

and then the doggo barks.

you pull away from each other but can’t look away, just smiling shyly at one another for a moment before the dog barks again, and you decide you should probably check it out.

outside, you call the doggo and they appear through the trees, followed by jungkook’s search party.

you feel a little forlorn as they greet one another as old friends and you realise you will have to say goodbye to jungkook already.

but you knew it would happen eventually, so you suck it up.

“are you ready to leave, your majesty?”

“your majesty?” because of course he is, i mean, look at him.

cat’s outta the bag.

jungkook realises all too late that he has to leave you too, and makes a hurried excuse that he has to fetch something inside, to get you alone.

once you’re alone he kisses you passionately and tells you in a rush that he’s a prince, that you are the most enchanting person he has ever met and that he will return to you as soon as he can, that while he is gone he leaves with heart with you.

and then he leaves.

and you don’t know this but when he comes home he writes many sonnets and sings many songs about you, and your little cottage in the woods, by the foot of the mountain.

so much so that he begins a whole new movement in literature, a genre idealising the simple life, chopping wood, gathering herbs in the woods and raising baby birds, all with the one you love, miles away from anyone or anything.

and when he comes back to see you he brings you a horse, so you can come and see him whenever you want.

#jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #bts scenarios #BTS au #bts imagines #bts reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #kpop fluff

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teacup-tyrant · 3 years

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SHADOW & BONE REVIEW: EP 8

On this episode: Parting the Red Sea of Doom, off-camera mass death, and the Inejiest line we've gotten.

And final thoughts!

- Zoya: Alina you had one job!

- Suddenly back to Nina again? At a time like this?! I mean they’re really cute together in this scene but everything with them still feels so rushed and out of place. They're talking about waffles and book readers must be overjoyed, but show only's must be like wtf is going on here, we don't understand this, why are they eating Eggos???

- But I do love Nina's skirt and blouse. I have a skirt just like it! Kinda Edwardian looking.

- Killing Matthias would be a waste of 20k kruge! I concur, my good man, take him away and clap him in irons.

- And this Alina parted the Red Sea, err, the Fold. Really though, WHY are all these passengers here? They should be idk, below decks where it's safe, at the very least.

- "A man consumed with vengeance." "See it enough in the mirror do you?" Hahahahahahaaaaaa

- And that was how Mal became an honorary Crow. Ok.

- Time for some mass death! Well, they didn’t really show much of it so it was a little anticlimactic. ...Is it bad that I wanted to see the mass death? O.O

- Ah man time for more Mal spitting blood. And old classic.

- Is this a Suli team-up?!

- YAAS SANKTA ALINA DO THE THING

- What a money shot of Kaz walking alone in front of the Fold. Great shot. I want it as my desktop.

- Omg the Sankta Alina dagger. Kaz is like, fuck, Inej definitely loves Alina more than me, I have no chance now.

- "Have you found religion too?" Now THAT is a good Witty Kaz line.

- "The deal is the deal." *cries *

- Look at this height difference, excellent. Oh god. Kaz said he needs her. She said "AFTER THAT, WE’LL SEE." Yes YES that is exactly what Inej would say because she won’t settle for Kaz as he is even NOW in pre-canon fake-canon, but it is still the exact right thing for her to say, oh my god I’m so happy with that little exchange they just had.

- Ok yes Matthias sounds exactly like Bjorn from Vikings right now.

- Jesper did not just make a "the friends we made along the way" joke, are you kidding me.

- Well, how convenient your new heart render is sitting right there. You should spring Matthias from jail right now while you’re at it, it’ll save you a lot of trouble later on, trust me.

- Omg that smirk Kaz threw at Inej, I am deceased

- oh. ok. that's... it. omg it's over!

FINAL THOUGHTS

So, I don’t work in journalism or reviews anymore but my god has this ever been fun. Kind of makes me miss it, except not, because I’d rather have job security, hah hah RIP journalism careers.

Now here’s the thing. I’m a SoC stan first and forever. It’s been living on my bookshelf for 4 years and I could probably recite them in my sleep. So... the Crows' involvement here isn’t canon to me at all. But that’s NOT THE POINT. The point that the writers have said about involving the Crows is: are these characters believable in this situation? Is this heist something that these characters WOULD do? Am I buying into it? And my answer is a fat fucking YES. I treated this as a fun IRL fanfiction, just like LB said it was. And it’s all I ever hoped for. It’s everything I ever wanted and more. (Imma break this down later in another post probably. Probably specifically about Kaz and book writing vs. screenwriting, because that's what most people are taking issue with.)

The series was truly amazing. I am over the goddamn moon that it even exists in the first place and I can watch it whenever I want. Tbh, I will probably start rewatching it AGAIN tomorrow. Then I can actually concentrate on it and not pause every 5 seconds to write a reaction on my phone.

Well, that’s all for me. Thank you for coming. I hope someone enjoyed reading my thoughts as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Do feel free to reply or send me an ask with your own thoughts, your disagreements, or just tell me I’m a pretentious asshat. I'm a big girl, I can take it. See you next season (hopefully) or visit me on ao3 at teacup_tyrant for more of my ramblings. Spoiler: it's all kanej because of course it is.

ep1 | ep2 | ep3 | ep4 | ep5 | ep6 | ep7 | ep8

#pocketreviews #shadow and bone spoilers #sab spoilers #six of crows #grishaverse #kaz brekker #shadow and bone

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Not Nineteen Forever (19) (Branjie/Scyvie/Ninex) - Ortega

a/n: hi pals! so this was probs one of my top 3 fav chapters to write out of the whole fic. it’s got so many things that i just love, and i so hope u will love it too. i should probs make it clear that this isn’t the end of the fic! it’s going to have 21 chapters, so there’s two more to come after this (omg only 2????? bitch wtf???? WTF???). thank u guys for all the love my ask box gets flooded with after every chapter, i’m always so so excited when i see it so thank u so much, i really appreciate it!! here we go with n19f19 xoxo

please note: this fic contains young adults often behaving in irresponsible/unadvisable ways with regards to alcohol, drugs and sex. if you are someone who feels as if they could be heavily influenced by fic and incorporate what happens in the plot into ur own life, pls steer clear!

summary: Brooke, Yvie and Nina are three flatmates who forged a friendship in their first year of university and picked up some other waifs and strays along the way. Now in their final year, there are feelings that need to be unravelled and confessions to be made whilst navigating drunk nights, hungover mornings, takeaways, group chats, library meetups, cafe gossiping, and the small matter of getting a degree.

last chapter: there were confessions of love in a karaoke bar.

this chapter: a month on from the events of last chapter and with final exams and dissertations looming, Brooke thinks she can avoid Vanessa until graduation without having to confront anything that’s happened between them. this proves difficult when she’s trapped in the library with her.

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Brooke was fine. She was more than fine, actually, she was good. She was calm, serene, fucking zen. If it wasn’t for the dissertation she had to hand in a week from now she would have ascended to Buddha-like status, doling out study tips to her friends like proverbs.

Brooke had always been good at exams. She’d been a straight-A student back in Canada, the whole process of revision coming naturally to her. She’d bought designated ringbinders for every subject, poring over textbooks and copying information out in messy cursive until she’d filled her whole refill pad. When she’d walked into the big assembly hall on exam day, she didn’t get the usual churning of her stomach or shaky hands that her friends had always described. It was almost as if the hall reminded her of taking ballet exams when she was a girl- she knew what to do, she had all the information in her head somewhere, and all that was required of her was to think and write.

Essays, however, had never come easy, which was a shame as they essentially formed the basis of Brooke’s degree. There wasn’t the fast-paced element to essays as there were to exams, and lengthy deadlines gave Brooke time to overthink, redraft, panic, delete, then do the whole process over again. She’d never fully got the hang of them; add in the fact a different tutor marked what she’d written every time and her grades were practically a lottery. She knew this element would follow her throughout her career- writing, fashion design, God even her ballet exams from years ago- it was all a form of art, and art was subjective. She knew there were designers out there that were universally respected, but none were universally liked. Nothing was universally liked. In an exam, there was a set of right or wrong answers, but essays were open to interpretation. An interpretation that her degree classification depended on.

Stretching and feeling her spine bump against the hard plastic chair, Brooke let out a huge breath. She could still see her Mum’s face if she remembered hard enough, when she’d told her her very first mark on her very first uni assignment back in first year; the way the woman’s face had faltered a little but forced a smile and a congratulations. It was the first mark below 70% Brooke could remember in a long time, and her Mum’s disappointment still stung. Brooke was currently sitting on a 2:1, but only just. Her dissertation was going to cement what degree she received and Christ, Brooke would be lying if she said the pressure wasn’t getting to her ever so slightly. It was at the stage where she was taking a beta blocker each morning before spending most of the day in the library. Sometimes she’d take another in the afternoon if she felt herself starting to panic. Maybe that was the reason she was so chill.

Looking at her laptop and the block of black text against white digital paper, she rubbed her eyes and glanced through the huge floor-to-ceiling pane of glass to her left. Her own sleepy face gazed back at her, the view rendered invisible due to the pitch black outside. Brooke didn’t dare look at the time, but she knew it had to be late if it was this dark at the end of April. Casting her eyes to Nina, she couldn’t help but give a snort of a laugh.

“What the hell are you doing?” Brooke asked, looking at the exploded rainbow of colour-coded flash cards that were strewn across the girl’s desk and spilling out onto the floor. There were scribbly neon post-it notes stuck all over her laptop screen and Nina probably had half the library stacked up in high-rise tower blocks on her desk. A quick glance at her screen showed Brooke that Nina had roughly sixty tabs open.

“My goddamn best.”

Brooke let out another laugh as Nina gestured helplessly at the mess in front of her. “Jesus Christ, Brooke, how the hell am I going to be a teacher if I’m this disorganised?”

Brooke gave a little shrug and raised her eyebrows. “I dread to think what your classroom desk is going to be like.”

“Probably going to accidentally kill a child on my first day. Nudge over a big pile of papers on my desk, boof. Dead,” Nina giggled, then let out a huge laugh and instantly clamped her hands over her mouth in embarrassment. The action made Brooke laugh out loud too until the pair were having a silent laughing fit in the exact place they weren’t supposed to be making any noise.

To be fair, the top floor was pretty empty given the late hour they were there. The few people that were left were already packing up their things and leaving, laptops shut in a manner of resignation. The yellow strobe lights that hung above gave the whole place a clinical glow, and the patterns on the fuzzy green carpet all seemed to merge into one. As Brooke ran a hand through her hair and was about to check the time on her phone, loud chimes rang out over the speakers built into the ceiling.

“Would all students please be aware that the library will be closing in ten minutes, that’s ten minutes. Thank you.”

Brooke almost jumped out of her skin. She blinked, then looked at the four numbers in the bottom right-hand corner of her screen. “Nina. No way is it almost midnight.”

“God. I’m not even surprised anymore. At this point it feels like we live here,” Nina groaned, cracking her back in a way that made Brooke wince then rolling her shoulders. “I guess we should head back to the flat.”

Brooke’s ears pricked as she heard a commotion from the other end of the floor. It sounded like a thunder of footsteps and a hissed argument. Turning slowly, Brooke’s heart sank as she saw exactly who she’d hoped she’d be able to avoid until graduation day.

Silky and Vanessa were standing at the printer a mere two sets of desks away from her and Nina. Silky seemed to be printing something out and insisting she wouldn’t be long as Vanessa tapped her heel against the carpeted floor impatiently, her Converse almost wearing a hole in the floor. Despite the late hour her makeup was still perfectly applied, and her hair was half hanging loose over her shoulders and half swept up into a haphazard topknot. Brooke pictured Vanessa growing frustrated at her desk, fretting over some form of past paper and tearing her hands through her hair, tugging her brown locks up and securing them with a hair tie. Brooke hoped she wasn’t too stressed about her finals. She remembered that when they were together Vanessa had had some form of big essay due, and she’d sat up in bed exhaling and worrying, typing furiously with her long nails crashing against the keyboard of her laptop like angry waves. Brooke had quietly brought her tea, wordlessly pressed a kiss to her temple, and Vanessa had cast her a soft smile that had made Brooke’s heart set alight.

Just then Silky looked across the room, saw her, and began to wave. Fuck. Brooke watched as Vanessa cast her gaze over to where she sat. Her eyes widened when she laid them on Brooke and she tilted her head to the sky, barely hiding a gigantic roll of her eyes as she followed Silky over to Brooke and Nina. Brooke had in the time it took for the girls to reach their desk to decide how she wanted to play this. It was a tough decision. Because in the month-and-a-bit since their dalliance in the hot tub, and an even shorter time since her crying meltdown to Scarlet in the Swan toilets, Brooke had developed a hard, harsh exoskeleton for herself that involved channeling all the love and regret she felt for Vanessa into venom, poison and dislike. If Vanessa wanted to be petty and unkind and rude to her, then fuck it. Brooke would be the exact same back. She’d tried it out already- responding to thinly-veiled barbs in the groupchat, ignoring her if they saw each other. Brooke didn’t want to act that way, didn’t want to do any of it, but she forced herself to do it in the way a small child had to be forced to eat vegetables; it was what was good for her. Good for them both. It was better that Vanessa hated her. She’d tried loving her and look where the fuck that had ended up.

The issue was, the frosty behaviour she’d return to Vanessa was uncontrollable. She knew it was causing vibes and tension in the group, splitting them all up and causing cracks and fractures in a time where they were meant to be closer than ever. Yvie had had words with her, as had Nina. It hadn’t got them anywhere. Brooke had tried to reach out to Vanessa, offered her so many olive branches that Vanessa had just started beating Brooke black and blue with them. Brooke knew it was for the best if she acted like the complete bitch that Vanessa thought she was.

“Hey, sisters! What you both doin’ here so late?” Silky asked cheerfully as she reached the girls. Brooke stuck a smile on her face, tried not to look at Vanessa and then failed. Her thick eyelashes were cast to the floor as she scuffed the carpet with her shoe. Brooke felt a stab at her heart. Luckily, Nina took over.

“Christ, I was just saying to Brooke it feels like we’ve moved in here. My diss is due on Friday and I’m stressed out of my mind. What’re you guys up to?”

Silky waved a thick stack of paper at Nina as if she was showing her evidence. “We were down on floor one but the janitor’s chucking people out. I needed some readings and figured he’d get up here last, so I just came to the top floor to use the printer.”

“Yeah, and we’re done now, so let’s go. I need to pee before we leave,” Vanessa muttered to her flatmate, her voice dull as she still didn’t tear her gaze from the floor.

Nina’s cheerful smile faltered. Silky, to her credit, looked embarrassed by Vanessa’s sulky behaviour. To Brooke’s dismay, Nina shoved all of her index cards onto her laptop keyboard and slammed it closed. “Well, hey! We were just leaving. We’ll come with you.”

Vanessa’s face twisted into one of discomfort. “Nah, Nina, really, it’s fine. I’m gonna head to the bathroom anyway-”

“We can wait for you! It’s no big deal!”

Brooke’s heart sank. Great. An excruciating walk back outside with the girl that hated her most in the world. Just as she was about to bullshit a reason why they couldn’t, Silky enthusiastically agreed. Brooke watched Vanessa bite her lip in frustration, give a forced fake smile and nod. They were both united in the fact that it was a situation neither of them wanted to be in. It was the closest Brooke had felt to Vanessa in a while.

Nina and Silky filled the silence on their way to the library toilets. They were only beside the lifts so not that far away, but every step felt as if it lasted a million years. Finally, mercifully, the girls came to the toilets and Vanessa ducked inside. As they waited, Brooke just wished and hoped she’d be quick so the awkward situation would be over sooner rather than later. One minute turned into two, and Silky became impatient. Brooke watched as she wrenched open the door and yelled inside.

“VANJ, C’MON! THE PLACE IS CLOSING SOON!” she shouted into the room, muttering under her breath something about Vanessa having a bladder like the Hindenburg. Brooke tried to be patient and cast her eyes up to the ceiling. Looking back into the floor of the library, she was alarmed to find it completely empty, void of people. It could have been that she was startled, but she gave a shout into the bathroom too.

“Vanjie, hurry up! Jesus!”

At this point Vanessa was standing blasting her hands with air from the dryer. She shouted something back at Brooke that Brooke couldn’t hear over the air jets, but she could hazard a guess as to what it was. Finally, Vanessa stormed out.

“Fuck me, will you girls hop off my dick? Can I not pee in peace without you rushing me along? We’ve got ages! It’s fine!”

And then everything was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Brooke gave an involuntary cry of fear, felt someone grab her hand. Looking down at her interlocked fingers and then up to who it was connected to, she was shocked to see Vanessa, her face illuminated in the green fire escape sign and completely petrified. All at once she seemed to realise what she’d done and dropped Brooke’s hand like it was made of hot metal. Nina had fallen silent, her expression one of shock, and Silky was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Fuck,” Brooke found herself saying. Her mouth had gone completely dry.

“It’s fine. It’s fine, they’ll just be turning off the lights before they lock up. Let’s just hurry up and get the lift,” Silky reassured them, but Brooke didn’t miss the worried frown that was set on her face as the four of them walked quickly. Vanessa reached the button first, scrabbled at it with her fingers. The little white light that usually illuminated the panel didn’t turn on.

“Oh my God this can’t be happening,” Nina whispered, her voice panicked and fast. Silky rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but the frown on her face was deepening. Reaching out, she pressed the same button firmly, jamming it into its little metal pad. Nothing. The girls stood in silence for only a few seconds, listening for the metal whirrs and clunks that the lift usually made on its way up or down the building. Nothing came.

“Stairs,” Vanessa said simply, her voice full of worry as she suddenly dashed in the direction of the stairwell. The three other girls followed and all pretence of remaining calm and walking was truly out the window as their trainers squeaked over the linoleum, feet thumping harshly against the steps as they tore down flight after flight. Brooke’s pulse was speeding so fast she thought she would have a heart attack, and the bones of her feet began to hurt more with every step she launched herself down two-at-a-time. Breathless and frantic, they finally reached the bottom floor, Vanessa crashing through the double doors at the bottom of the stairwell and speeding across the lobby to the main entrance. Brooke was hot on her heels, her heart now painful in her chest and her breath coming in thick, uncomfortable wheezes. Any hope she’d had sank to the floor with her gut as Vanessa pounded the automatic doors and almost wrenched the fire door off its hinges in an attempt to get out. It was to no avail.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” Nina repeated, her hands flying to her face as it blanched in fear.

“Fucking shit- HELLO? HELLO? WE’RE STILL IN HERE!” Silky yelled at the top of her lungs to nobody in particular.

“Guys, I don’t like this,” Brooke said, hearing the shake in her own voice as her eyes darted around the huge, dark building frantically.

“No shit, really? I’m having a fuckin’ whale of a time, personally,” Vanessa hissed, casting a glare her way before going back to shaking the doorhandles in a futile attempt to open them. Brooke felt her face curl up in a sneer, all the fear she’d felt previously moved into a convenient little box and replaced with all-consuming anger.

“Ugh, JESUS, Vanessa, of course, of fucking course, we’re literally locked in a uni building with no way out and you choose to start picking a fight with me. Big fucking-”

“ENOUGH!” Nina shouted, Brooke taken aback. She had known Nina for almost three years now, and in that time she’d never heard her shout. Well, she’d heard her shout with happiness or joy or fear, but never anger like this. She felt like one of her primary school kids as Nina continued. “Both of you just shut the fuck up for one fucking minute! Can we at least just find a way out of here before you start a fucking domestic?”

“I’ll take the cafe,” Silky said decisively, shouting to the others as she ran in the opposite direction. “Nina go right, Brooke and Vanjie go left.”

Brooke narrowed her eyes, looking again at Vanessa whose gaze mirrored Brooke’s. Relenting and not wanting to risk another telling-off from Nina, Brooke obediently tore off in the direction Silky had told her to go. She weaved her way through desks and bookshelves, checking every window only to find them all locked. As she was losing hope, the dull, green light of a fire escape sign caught her eye. Brooke sighed with relief as she tore towards it. This was surely a guaranteed way out. Reaching the tall door, Brooke slammed her hands on the cold, metal bar that lay across it, pushed down, and waited for the cold night air to hit her face and calm down her panic.

Nothing.

Brooke frowned, trying again and pushing harder at the bar. This time she got her shoulder involved, leaning all her weight against it. It didn’t so much as budge.

“We’re outta luck. They’re all locked from the outside.”

Brooke turned to see Vanessa walking purposefully towards her. Her tone was frustrated, but not towards her at least. Brooke felt relieved. She was beginning to regret snapping at Vanessa earlier, even if she was meant to dislike her. She wondered if she felt as scared as she did. Brooke thought about how Vanessa always hid her fear, remembered the time they watched some shit, gory horror movie at hers when they were together. Brooke had flinched and squealed and buried her face in Vanessa’s hoodie every two seconds while Vanessa had laughed at her, told her it was all fine and fake, but Brooke could feel Vanessa’s heart beat fast in her chest and her stomach muscles tensing every time a new horrific sight appeared on screen.

Vanessa leant against the bar that Brooke had tried, punctuating it with an angry kick of her foot. “That shit’s illegal, you know. Locking a fire door. We could sue fuck outta them.”

Brooke couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Yeah I’m sure we, twentysomething students with collectively hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of debt, have both the resources and the influence to sue the university. They’d shit themselves.”

She watched as Vanessa looked at her, a glare about to appear in her dark eyes, then disappearing as she allowed herself a small smile and a single snort of laughter. There was a pause of silence. Brooke decided to fill it. “Let’s find the girls, maybe they found a way out.”

As they passed by the floor-to-ceiling windows again, Vanessa suddenly gasped and tore off to bang on the glass. Brooke followed her eyeline and was overjoyed to find what looked to be a janitor, finishing up and walking away from the building. She joined Vanessa and pounded her fists against the window, shouting randomly if only just to make a noise. Her hope began to die, however, when instead of noticing the absolute cacophony of noise the girls created, the man simply got further and further away. Brooke watched as he got his phone out, a long earphone cord attached to it. She slumped against the glass and let out a helpless moan.

“Fucking shit bitch ass motherfucker!” Vanessa hissed in anger, pounding on the glass with her knuckles one last time. Brooke watched as she took a step back from the window, flexed her fingers and gave a hiss.

“You okay?” Brooke found herself asking. She could already feel herself frowning in concern as Vanessa nodded briskly, shaking her hand out and sticking the knuckle of one finger in her mouth.

“Fine. Just got a lil’ over-enthusiastic, cut my finger,” she spoke around her knuckle. Brooke felt a pang at her heart. She took a step towards Vanessa.

“Let’s see?”

Vanessa gave another laugh, harsher and more sardonic than her first had been. “It’s fine, Brooke, I don’t need you to kiss it better.”

Brooke held her hands up, unable to help the way her eyebrows flew up her face. “Okay, I’ll just go fuck myself!“

“Yeah, do that,” Vanessa muttered quietly, sitting on a desk beside the window and pulling her legs up to cross them. Brooke, in lieu of snapping back at the girl she’d once called her friend but had never called her girlfriend, did the same. They sat in a hostile silence, thoughts running around Brooke’s mind as to what she could do or say. So many options flooded her head that it was hard to see any of them clearly for what they were. It turned out she didn’t need to give any of them that much thought, however, as Nina and Silky soon appeared from the other end of the building.

“Oh, good! You’ve not killed each other,” Nina said brightly upon her return. Brooke snuck a quick look at Vanessa, then rolled her eyes.

“Guess you’re as shit out of luck as we are?” Silky asked, her voice quieter than usual by at least a few dozen decibels.

“Can you believe they locked the fire doors? Fuck them, man, imagine there was a real fire?” Vanessa spat bitterly. Nina sighed heavily and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“We could try calling someone?”

Brooke frowned. “Who could we call?”

“The police?” Nina said immediately, her naivety causing the others to burst out laughing.

“And say what?! Hey listen, we know you’ve got murderers to catch but we’re locked in a uni building, could you bring round a big battering ram and knock the door down?” Brooke laughed, not missing the way Vanessa laughed in response and feeling a twinkle of pride light up in her heart.

“Well, could the fire brigade get us out?” Nina suggested, Silky groaning and pulling her hands down her face.

“Nina, you need to lower your expectations of what an emergency is. Four dumb uni students trapped in the library is not gonna be considered an emergency. We’re not in danger, we’re all breathing, and none of us have been set alight. That counts the big three out immediately.”

“What about a locksmith?” Vanessa shrugged. Brooke screwed up her face.

“Ah, for those locks that automatic doors have on them,” Silky deadpanned. Brooke laughed at the comment, clearly a little too loudly because Vanessa was back scowling at her again.

“Hey, they do so have locks, bitch.”

“I don’t think you can ask a locksmith to open a house that isn’t yours,” Nina frowned. Brooke raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her.

“I love my house, the university library.”

“Shut up! You knew what I meant,” Nina protested, as the other girls gave a laugh again.

“Surely there’ll be some phone number online for the janitor or something?” Brooke thought suddenly, Silky quickly taking out her phone to check. There was a moment of silence as the girls held their breath in hope. Finally, Silky let out an overjoyed cry.

“Cleaning supervisor main area- based in central library! Yes ladies! We’re fucking outta here!”

Brooke smiled so hard that her face hurt as Silky held her phone to her ear. Thank God. The nightmare was over, she could go back to her flat and not be literally trapped in a building with her ex. She would soon be-

The four girls jumped as a faint ringing of a phone could be heard from out in the lobby. For the hundredth time that night, Brooke felt her heart sink.

“I don’t really know what we expected from that,” Vanessa sighed, looking every inch the kicked puppy.

It was quickly decided that their last hope were the girls who weren’t in the library, although this went down the drain fast as it was discovered that Yvie was over at Scarlet’s flat and they were both asleep, neither Akeria nor Monet were picking up, and Plastique had gone home to revise.

“What about Monique, Vanj? Could we try her?” Nina asked. Brooke was confused at the way Vanessa’s face twisted in discomfort, a little line setting deep on her forehead.

“Nah, she, uh…she won’t pick up,” she said simply, Nina nodding quickly and neglecting to ask any more about it. It didn’t stop Brooke from being intrigued.

“What the fuck are we gonna do, then? We can’t just spend the night here,” Silky’s voice was disbelieving. Brooke gave a resigned shrug.

“Silk, I don’t think there’s any alternative. It’s only a few hours, the place’ll open up again at six. We can go upstairs and sleep in those little pods they have for group projects. Then by the time we wake up again, it’ll be morning and we can all go back to the flat,” Brooke explained calmly, although inside she still had a lot of anxiety rattling about and the dark of the library wasn’t helping.

The girls reluctantly agreed that it was probably the only thing that was left for them to do. In nervous silence they climbed the stairs to the first floor, where Silky immediately set up camp in one of the pods, stretching herself out along the seats that had once been cushioned but had been flattened by hundreds and thousands of sets of bums over the years. Nina took one and set her laptop back up again, arguing that she’d actually been on a pretty good streak before she’d had to pack up and wanted to see if she could churn out another thousand words before she went to sleep. Brooke peeled off from the girls and took her own pod, her tall body unable to fully fit along the seats. As she attempted to sleep, one thing kept stopping her as it usually seemed to around this time of day. She sighed, tossed and turned as she thought about Vanessa. It had all gone so badly wrong. The more she tried to get her off her mind, the more memories she was reminded of. Hurting Vanessa was easier than loving her; snapping at her and being snarky made Brooke feel bad and a bit of a bitch, but loving her and torturing herself for what an idiot she��d been made her feel ten times worse, as if her heart had been removed from its sheath in her ribcage and been stomped on, kicked about, stabbed with a blunt knife and dragged through broken glass. Any attempt to sleep was futile. Brooke’s eyes hurt with fatigue as she sat up, rubbed them and stretched. She would go and see if Nina was still awake, maybe sit up and annoy her for a while.

As she crossed the floor she noticed a small movement out of the corner of her eye. Vanessa was sitting on the floor by the window, her legs crossed and eating a packet of crisps she’d managed to procure from somewhere. Brooke thought she looked so tiny compared to the huge pane of glass and the world that sat outside of it. Now that the lights were off, Brooke could see every detail that lay beyond the window- the soft yellow glow of the streetlights that faintly illuminated the park beside the library, the pink and white marshmallow cherry blossom trees that lined each path. A memory shot through Brooke’s mind like a lightning bolt- the eight of them in second year after their exams had all finished, having a barbecue in the park as the sun beat down and frazzled them all to a crisp, the smell of sausages and weed carried on the light breeze and the warmth in Brooke’s heart as Vanessa had teased her about something, the girls all laughing at Brooke’s embarrassment and protests.

God, they’d all been so happy.

Without really knowing what her plan was, Brooke walked over to where Vanessa was sitting and sat down cautiously beside her. The other girl looked at her, as if she was deciding whether to glare or smile. She ended up doing neither.

“Can’t sleep either?” Brooke chose as her opener, immediately regretting it for the cheesy line from a film it was. Vanessa gave a sarcastic chuckle, gestured around her.

“Apparently,” she said simply, Brooke looking at the carpet and kicking herself. There was a moment where the cogs in her brain whirred quickly, trying to come up with something else to say. Vanessa surprised her by speaking again. “I ain’t been sleeping too good lately anyway, though, so. I guess it don’t matter.”

“Me neither,” Brooke felt something click inside her, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she spoke again. “Vanessa, we need to talk.”

Vanessa kept her eyes trained on the pane of glass in front of her. “We are talking.”

“God, Ness, please don’t make this harder than it already is,” Brooke sighed, her face pleading. Vanessa’s head snapped round to face her and her eyes were what could only be described as murderous.

“Hard? Don’t fucking dare talk to me about hard,” she said, slowly and carefully and causing Brooke’s heart to frost over in fear. “This year has been shit, absolute shit, the shittest year of my life. You broke my heart- no, fuck that. You broke me. I had to take my goddamn feelings and put them all back together again, start from scratch while you swanned about absolutely fine. I am having to fight to get my average up because of the days I spent in my flat crying instead of going to lectures. Do you have any idea, Brooke, what this has been like for me?”

Brooke was silent as Vanessa continued relentlessly. “And then I finally got myself to a place where, hey, maybe I could be friends with you again! Then what happened? All the old feelings came back, didn’t they, and then we fucking…slept with each other and-”

“Hey, no,” Brooke jumped in, frowning and unable to listen to what was to come. “Don’t try to pin that on me, Vanessa, that was all you. It wasn’t me that fucking…straddled you in the hot tub and stripped off and talked about the sex I was having with other girls, was it?”

“Oh, no! You’re right. You’re correct,” Vanessa smiled sarcastically, soon getting replaced with a scowl. “You only got with me incredibly intensely in front of seven of our closest friends, who knew all the shit that’s gone down between us and watched like a fucking soap opera.”

“Well I didn’t hear you complaining at the time!” Brooke bit back, causing Vanessa to fall silent and play with a thread of her ripped jeans. Brooke let out a breath she’d been holding, took in a huge gulp of air. “Look, this is…this is off to a bad start.”

Brooke watched Vanessa’s throat move as she swallowed, her eyes cast downwards. Brooke was good at holding in her feelings, bottling them up like her life depended on it. She was terrified of feeling too much. She had no idea how this conversation was meant to start, but she knew she had to have it.

“Vanessa, I am sorry. I know it doesn’t mean much to you, but for what it’s worth, I am. I’m sorry for going about everything the wrong way. I’d never…done anything like this before, never properly seen anyone like I was seeing you, so I didn’t know how to behave. And fuck, maybe I was leading you on, and I’m sorry for that too. I just didn’t know what I wanted. Well, I thought I knew what I wanted but then I just…didn’t any more. I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t realise how much you liked me until it was too late,” Brooke cut herself off, sighing and feeling a bubble of sadness rise up in her throat. “Fuck, I’m trying to put it all the way I want it but nothing’s coming out right.”

Vanessa was looking at her, she knew it, but Brooke’s gaze had dropped to the floor. She brought her knees up to her chest. There was so much she wanted to say to Vanessa but none of the sentences she constructed in her head seemed to be sufficient.

“That night. You said that you missed me,” Vanessa’s voice was soft and small as she spoke, stripped from all the venom it had held before. “Did you mean it?”

Brooke jumped in instantly. “Yes.”

Vanessa was now looking at the floor, picking at her shoelace. “And did you mean…as a friend, or…just the sex, or…”

Brooke took a deep breath. I love you I love you IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. The words were so close to coming out, but she stopped them. Now wasn’t the right time, nowhere near the right time. She tried to think about what the perfect response would be, sighed, scrapped it, and decided to just simply speak. “I miss you as…everything. I miss you as whatever you want to be to me. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. I just miss you for all that you are, the person you are. I miss us,” Brooke paused, realised her last remark was slightly risky. “Interpret that…however you want.”

Brooke snuck a gaze at Vanessa. A thought struck her as memories ran round her mind, and now she had started talking it seemed she couldn’t stop. “Do you remember after we…after lazerquest. Yvie’s birthday. We met up and we spoke about things and you said something. That whatever happens, we’d be friends always. Do you remember?”

Vanessa gave a little laugh. “You can wear a set of armbands in a current, don’t mean you won’t drown.”

She saw Brooke’s confused look, shot her a bashful smile. “I never expected to…end up feeling so strongly for you at the start. Didn’t expect to get as crazy about you as I got. Man…I wish you could turn feelings off.”

Brooke felt herself frown, a deep regret settling in the pit of her stomach. “I wish that too.”

She didn’t miss the brief look of surprise that flashed across Vanessa’s face. In the lull in conversation that followed, Vanessa wordlessly pushed the packet of crisps towards Brooke. She took one. Chilli heatwave wasn’t her favourite flavour, but it was a peace offering, and she’d take what she could get.

"So I stopped sleeping with Monique,” Vanessa commented, shrugging a little. Brooke blinked, almost choked on her crisp as she raced to get a reply out.

“Uh, yeah, I did notice you were a bit weird about things when Nina said you should call her.”

Vanessa pushed some hair out of her face, puffed her cheeks up with air and blew out harshly. “Monet kinda told me…she was catching feelings, and obviously I wasn’t there for that. So I said to her we shouldn’t keep going.”

Brooke felt a little twinge of pain for Monique. The poor girl had a crush and was just caught in the crossfire. “And how did she take it?”

Vanessa stared through the glass, her gaze steadfast. “I could tell she was sad. Disappointed. She didn’t start cryin’ or nothing, but…God, I still felt bad. I liked her, you know, she was a great girl. Maybe there’s a parallel universe where she took my heart and patched it all up again and we ended up together but…that’s not what it was for me. And the more she said she understood and that she hoped I’d find happiness, the worse I felt for having to tell her I wanted something different.”

Brooke nodded. She wanted to tell Vanessa that she knew the feeling all too well, but she didn’t want to interrupt her. Vanessa turned her head slowly, finally making eye contact with Brooke, and her eyes were the softest they’d been in a while. “I guess what I’m sayin’ is…I know now what it must have been like for you to break it off with me. And yeah, it completely fuckin’ wrecked me but…you did what you had to do. So…I forgive you, Brooke Lynn.”

Brooke couldn’t quite believe Vanessa was in front of her saying all this. Instinctively she wanted to launch herself forward and hug her, thanking her for her change of heart. Just as she’d convinced herself she was almost going to do it, Vanessa spoke again. Her voice held a slightly more steely note to it now. “But I don’t forgive you for kissing me or for that night in the hot tub. That really fucked with me.”

Brooke fought the urge to snap a childish you started it at her and instead said a soft okay. She also fought the urge to reach out and place a hand on top of Vanessa’s. The building was still pitch black and silent and the girls had reached a conversational purgatory. Vanessa had forgiven her for some of her mistakes at least. This was the closure Brooke had wanted. Despite herself, she found herself opening her mouth. There was so much still unresolved.

“You must kind of hate me for that."

Vanessa snorted, tilted her head to the sky. "I do and I don’t.”

A small silence. Brooke knew what she wanted to say, knew what topic she wanted to breach, but it meant plunging head first into the icy chill of the great unknown, and as much as she wanted to talk about it she was terrified of doing so.

“Is that because part of you loves me?”

It was out before Brooke knew it. Vanessa had frozen, her body unmoving with her head still positioned towards the ceiling like a terrifying Exorcist yoga pose. Brooke could immediately predict it, could practically hear it- Vanessa’s quick, sarcastic response, don’t flatter yourself, her getting up and thundering away to another part of the building in some angry game of hide and seek. She couldn’t face any of those options, so Brooke continued talking. “I was in the bathroom at the same time. In the next stall along from you and the girls. I heard you say that you never got to tell me. Did you mean it?”

“Why are you asking me this, Brooke? Is it to add insult to injury? Is it not enough knowing that the girl you broke it off with can still come crawling back into bed with you so easily, you have to rub salt into the wound by getting me to fucking…” Brooke heard Vanessa take a big deep, shaky breath, felt the tears prick at the corners of her own eyes. “…admit that I’m in love with you, yes, okay? I love you. What’s the reason?”

“Because I…fuck,” Brooke jumped in then immediately stopped. She felt her jaw wire itself shut, almost paralysed with fear. She didn’t know if she could verbalise everything she was feeling. “I’m not good at talking about this stuff.”

“No shit, Miss Marple,” Vanessa quipped bitterly, her eyes back looking at the carpet and avoiding Brooke’s gaze. The lack of eye contact helped Brooke. She carried on.

“You know, I used to lie in bed before I went to sleep and rehearse what I would say to you to tell you I liked you,” Brooke gave a laugh, remembering when things were more simple. “Except none of it worked out that way. And now I’ve actually got a second chance at it, I’m almost too frightened to say it. I completely fucked it with you, Vanessa. You’re an absolute one of a kind person. Your smile just makes me happy whether or not it’s directed at me. The love and loyalty you have for your friends makes me proud of you. You’re so determined and hard working and you’re smashing your degree. And you’re kind. You see the good in everyone and you’re not afraid to feel and tell the world all about it. All these things that I just…love about you. It took me being away from you and making the biggest mistake of my life, and that night when we were together like everything was back to normal, it took all of that to make me realise that I’m…fuck..”

Brooke almost hadn’t realised she was crying until a sob bubbled up in her throat, almost choking her. It was almost like her body’s survival mechanism, trying to save her from the potential rejection she might face once the words were out.

Fuck it.

“I’m in love with you. I love you so much that it scares me. It scares me more than being fucking…trapped in the library in the pitch black with no way out,” Brooke let out a hybrid of a laugh and a sob. By now, Vanessa had lifted her gaze to look at Brooke, and Brooke had shifted hers so she could protect herself from Vanessa’s reaction. “Because I don’t want to hurt you again, and you deserve better than someone like me.”

“Then don’t,” Vanessa said quietly.

“What?” Brooke whispered, confused. She tugged the sleeves of her jumper over her hands and jammed them under her eyes, used them to stop the tears from escaping.

“You said you don’t want to hurt me again. Then don’t,” Vanessa repeated patiently. Brooke blinked. She had no idea what that meant, so she went with the knowledge she had at hand.

“I love you, and you love me,” Brooke said softly, finally meeting Vanessa’s eyes. “Can we…do something with that information?”

Vanessa let out a loud blast of a laugh, making Brooke giggle even though she didn’t know what was funny. “God, that’s the most Brooke Lynn Hytes way of asking me out ever. Can we do something with that information.”

Vanessa’s smile was infectious. It lit up Brooke’s heart and she wanted nothing more than to lean forward and kiss her gently, to make Vanessa hers properly this time. As her smile faded though, Brooke felt her hope fade too. Vanessa let out a world-weary sigh. “Brooke, I don’t…I don’t know if I can do this all over again.”

Brooke’s heart dropped to the floor and shattered. She wanted to say something, fill the silence and reassure her, but nothing came out. She had opened up, and it had all been for nothing. This was her karma- she had broken Vanessa’s heart and now here was Vanessa breaking hers. She felt crushed. Lacking the energy to do it properly, she nodded her head once, the action small and probably barely noticeable.

It was so quiet that Brooke could hear Vanessa swallow beside her, hear her breathing deeply to calm herself down before she spoke. “You never hear it in the movies but sometimes…sometimes love isn’t enough, you know, sometimes you need to put yourself first, and sometimes the person you love ain’t necessarily the one who ends up making you happiest.”

Brooke felt her chest grow tight, felt ashamed as her head hung to the floor. She saw two tears fall from her eyes and drop onto the carpet, making identical, miniscule ponds.

“But then also,” Vanessa continued, the but aspect causing Brooke’s heart to dip and soar upwards as if it was on a rollercoaster. “I love you for a reason, don’t I? The way that you say shit that’s all sarcastic and funny. The way you make me laugh. The way you’re always blunt and truthful, and when you say nice things to me it feels like you’re just saying a fact. The way you got this childish, immature streak to you that makes everything feel like an adventure when I’m with you. You listen in the best way, ‘cause you never try an’ force advice down anyone’s throat. You’re always so concerned about everyone you care for and want them to be happy…and even though you ain’t good at expressin’ it, I know you have feelings and I know they scare you. You’re like a fuckin…model, you’re so beautiful and perfect. So that’s as simple as it has to be, right?”

Brooke looked up and saw tears in Vanessa’s own eyes. All the honesty was so raw and painful, like burnt or grazed skin, and it hurt and stung as if it was real. It was real. Brooke hid a sob, took a deep breath. “I don’t, uh. I don’t know where we take this.”

“I want to be with you. I want to love and be loved, feel my heart fuckin’…burst like it’s made of confetti,” Vanessa continued, letting out what could have been a sob or a laugh. “But I want to be happy. I don’t want to be hurt again. I’m scared.”

“I’m scared too,” Brooke nodded, feeling the tracks the tears were making down her face. She sighed, the pain in her heart too heavy for her to carry. “Fuck, maybe we’re just not meant for each other, maybe we got our chance already. Maybe nothing should come of this-”

“But, fuck, I love you, Brooke! And you love me,” Vanessa sighed in exasperation, her mascara collecting under her eyes as her own tears continued to fall. “And that…that means something.”

“I love you,” Brooke repeated, in case it counted for anything. It meant the world to her. Vanessa gave a sad smile, reached out and took Brooke’s hand and laced their fingers together. She squeezed Brooke’s hand twice, and the simple gesture made Brooke hopeful that everything was going to be okay.

“Shit, I waited so long to hear you say that and now it’s like…” Vanessa began sadly, trailing off. Brooke didn’t push her to finish her sentence. Instead, she squeezed her hand like Vanessa had done with hers. The action seemed to work as a prompt, because she spoke again, tilting her head with curiosity. “What do you want outta all this?”

Brooke knew immediately. “I want you. I want us to be us again.”

Vanessa let out a soft sigh, paused. “Okay, well. I don’t know what I want right now, Brooke. An’ it’s gonna be hard to start again. So you’re gonna need to give me time to decide.”

“That’s okay. I’ll wait for you. You can take all the time you need,” Brooke reassured her instantly. “I’ll still be here.”

Vanessa’s hand shifted in her own. Brooke watched as she frowned a little, cast her gaze her way again. "You mean that?”

“I mean it. Whatever you decide. Whether we’re worth an extra chance or not. I’ll wait for you.”

A small smile crept onto Vanessa’s face as Brooke waited for her reply. “That’s the most romantic shit anyone ever said to me.”

“Well, it’s just the truth,” Brooke muttered, feeling her cheeks grow hot and glad that the dark room would hide her pink blush. Then, getting an idea and feeling a little spark of that childishness and immaturity Vanessa seemed to love so much, Brooke let go of Vanessa’s hand and held out her other one for her to shake. The other girl looked at her, a funny, confused smile on her face as she took her hand and shook it obediently.

“Hey. I’m Brooke Lynn,” she began, trying to suppress her smile as she spoke. Vanessa giggled, falling back a little then leaning forward.

“What are you…”

“Starting again. What’s your name, beautiful?” Brooke teased, all the darkness somehow bursting into colour as Vanessa laughed beside her, swatting her on her arm with her hand. She hadn’t seen this Vanessa in so long; happy, laughing, cheerful and playful. Brooke could’ve cried with how much she’d missed her.

“This is some dumbass shit, you know that?” Vanessa giggled, but Brooke could see the blush on her own cheeks illuminated by the streetlamps outside. Vanessa appeared to see her expectant face, laughed a resigned laugh and indulged her. “Nice to meet you, Brooke. I’m Vanjie. Well, Vanessa, but everyone calls me Vanjie.”

“Can I call you Vanessa? It’s pretty. It suits you.”

Vanessa laughed again, making Brooke give a chuckle too. “Bitch! You never flirted with me this hard the first time.”

“Well the first time we were friends, so I couldn’t flirt with you. Not properly like I wanted to anyway,” Brooke laughed, taking a Dorito and throwing it at her playfully. Vanessa squealed, toppling herself out of the way. “You, on the other hand, flirted all the time.”

“I’m a flirtatious person! You shouldn’t have taken that shit personal,” Vanessa protested, attempting to look offended but unable to wipe the smile off her face.

“So Vanessa,” Brooke carried on, trying to stop herself smiling as she carried on with the charade. “What are you studying?”

They carried on like that all through the night, being silly and getting to know each other again right from the very beginning. They had missed out on so much conversation over the past few months that it was actually nice to catch up, to re-establish herself in Vanessa’s life. She was looking at graduate jobs in events management for after uni and thinking of moving home to save money. For a fleeting moment Brooke almost suggested that they move in together but she was glad she had the sense not to verbalise that, a thought that was perhaps better bottled up and saved for another time. After all, Vanessa hadn’t even decided if she wanted to be with Brooke or not yet. Brooke had to cling on to the hope that maybe she would, because she had nothing else. Well, that was a lie. She had Vanessa’s smile and her laugh, the twinkle in her eyes when Brooke made a deadpan comment. She had the way Vanessa opened up to her, told her how scared she was of trying to navigate the world on her own after she graduated. She had the way that Vanessa shuffled close to her when the sun eventually began to rise, its glow a burnt orange ombre into a soft yellow which faded into the gentle blue of the morning sky. She had the way Vanessa’s head fit perfectly into the crook of her neck as, worn out and exhausted, she closed her eyes and dozed off in Brooke’s tentative arms.

Most of all, she had the fact that Vanessa loved her, and Brooke loved her back. And even though it hadn’t been the movie scene confession Brooke had been expecting, that fact, the sunrise, and Vanessa sleeping softly against her chest was enough for her for the moment.

#rpdr fanfiction #not nineteen forever #n19f #ortega #branjie #scyvie #ninex #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #lesbian au #college au #university au #nina west #silky nutmeg ganache #s11

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Hey!🤗 How ‘bout 27, 28 & 39! Thank you!✌️

27. best review you ever got

I love every review I’ve ever gotten ❤️ Including the gif responses on Tumblr 😂 But these are some I’ve saved to read when I’m having a bad day that make me laugh or make me tear up. I couldn't pick one and they remind me how much fun this is:

“My word! This fic is amazing! What I loved most about it was that it's quite poetic and artistic in creating its own canvas of Barry and Iris, how colourless both of them felt after the breakup and how full of life they are together. I genuinely enjoyed the art commentary at the beginning and the seriously hawt sex. Hot damn. The paintbrush should have grossed me out but it was seriously hot af.”

“Where does one even start with this precious story you've given us? You paint such a beautiful setting with the ice cream parlour and Noah's feelings of having to work on such a busy summer day and of course, the sweet West-Allen family. I love the idea that Barry and Iris's love creates this little bubble around them that protects them and that they unintentionally get lost in their own little world with just the two of them. It only makes sense that this little world would expand to include their two sweet children. So much loves abounds between them, so much so that even Noah can see it in such a short amount of time. This story captures all that Barry has ever wanted: building a life with Iris and making their own traditions with their children while also keeping the memory of his parents alive as best as he can. Goodness. This is truly such a special little story.”

“Whew, chile....this had my blood pumping first thing in the morning. LOL. OOC or not this was SUPER HOT so thank you for sharing.”

“Once again, love the character reveal, specifically, Iris's determination, self-reliance and work ethic, even while masturbating! But like you say in one of the comments, I can only imagine that she does feel like this regularly. While there are many, many benefits of being with a speedster, there are a ton of drawbacks and regular loneliness is one of them.But check out how neither of them is surprised when Barry returns. She's relieved and not embarrassed and he just comes in and finishes the job without hesitation. sigh.”

The stories I've read from you so far are perfect in rendering the sheer emotion that's generated between these two. You can really feel the palpable force or love and pain, joy and sorrow between them. It makes reading that much more enjoyable”

“OMG *CRIES* THIS WAS SO TENDER AND SO FLUFFY CUTE I DIE!!!!!This cuteness is TO MUCH FOR MY POOR HEART *AHH*I DONT THINK THERE ARE WORDS ENOUGH TO EXPRESS MY LOVE FOR THIS OMG (Hence all the caps)“What’s your treasure, Daddy?” Don poses.“You guys are my treasure,” Barry answers with soft reverence, the glimmer in his eyes as he looks upon hischildren visible even from where Iris stands, and her heart swells so tremendously that she feels it might burst."*flows of tears* OH MY GOSH!!! BARRY ALLEN IS THE BEST FATHER EVER SERIOUSLY..I MELTED WITH EACH WORDHE WOULD SAY TO HIS KIDS AND HOW LOVING AND CARING HE IS OF THEM WHILE IRIS IS AWAY GAH MY HEART“You’re my treasure, you know that?” she murmurs, clutching him more tightly.His beaming in response is instant as he recognizes that she’s been home all along, and he slides an arm down her back to tug her close to him while they head to their bedroom together.Yup, Iris thinks to herself as she leans her head against her husband's shoulder, upholding what she always believed. I wouldn't change a thing."*DEAD WITH FEELS* AHHH IF THE INTERACTION WITH THE TWINS WASNT ENOUGH, THIS WITH IRIS WAS THE CHERRY ON TOP!!!! GAH SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH!!! SHE WAS TOTALY IN AWWS OF HIM AND I CAN'TI HOPE WE GET SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN THE SHOW BECAUSE IF NOT IMA RE READ THIS A MILLION TIMES OVER.. IM LIKE DROWNING WITH FEELS RIGHT NOW ITS NO JOKE LOL THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!!!*Goes to a corner to cry some more happy tears*”

“Gorgeous! Iris's love for Barry is so tangible here, and I love how you managed to draw out how Barry says things to Iris and waits for her to interpret them for them both! Such a great piece, and one of my favorite moments! Thanks for writing and sharing!”

“You write sexual sensuality so well. It's so beautiful. It's like you really understand their characters and how they would approach their relationship. Well done, as always!”

“So much perfection. I can practically feel the smut that is to follow. The sizzle is REAL. And how wonderful that Grant's tweet inspired this! Just another wonderful after-effect to CP&GG's flirty twitter convo. hehe.This is my favorite:"His reply is instant. Right now? Your legs, he admits."Lmao. It's just so...like a knee-jerk response. He doesn't think much of it, just answers the question honestly & immediately, and just so casual. That stops immediately with HER VERY SUGGESTIVE response. haha. Oh goodness. But all of this was so lovely & steamy, in only a way yours can be. It's sexting for crying out loud & yet the UST is just...I mean..."Goddammit, Iris."XD So fabulous. Can't wait for your next piece!(Oh & also! - Even for The Flash? Especially for The Flash. lol)”

“Thank yo so much for this amazing fic. I wanted a fic like this for so long, even though about writing it myself but with lack of time it's hard. This is everything I wanted, because ever since she said she couldn't stop thinking about him and really wanted a fic where that was the case and you did it perfectly. Thank you. This is magnificent.”

“This is beautifully written. I wouldn't class it as smut per se but it is most definitely erotic and the pacing was perfect for a short story. I couldn't believe it was only 600+ words because you managed to get so much in there: Iris' regret, Barry's longing which turned into his conviction when they did get it right. Thank you so much for sharing and I hope to see more from you.”

“I couldn't get through a sentence without crying and trembling (you fuck me up). Wow! you took my breath away. It took me forever to finish reading because I had to stop and wipe my eyes several time. Excellent execution! Thank you”

“You did them justice with this short piece. A blow job has no business sounding this romantic, but it is, because you channeled the WestAllen into your words with your amazing talent. Thank you for sharing!”

“Beautiful story. Perfectly in character. I could definitely see them having "private" vows and "public" vows and that Barry would be the one to suggest it....he's such a romantic. Loved this so much and thanks for writing.”

“Ok for real, you are soo sooooo talented and I always look forward to reading your fanfics, those writers should reaaaaally hire you one of these days. Am supposed to be prepping for an exam but am literally glued to my phone right now reading and re-reading your fics, but what can I say.... TOTALLY WORTH IT:-P!!!”

“Inksmudge does westallen better than the tv show does westallen”

“AND PLEASE BE RESPONSIBLE THAT THIS FIC MADE ME SOOOOO TURNED ON AND SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED THINKING ABT WESTALLEN GET ON AFTER SEEING CANDICE AND GRANT GORGEOUS HIATUS FACES ON THEIR RESPECTIVE INSTA TODAY KNOWING DAMN WELL ILL NEVER GET OT ON THE SHOW”

“Whenever I see you posted a story, it's like fanfic christmas or easter. You know, because you don't do it a lot so whenever you do post it's special. It's like when you open your ask on tumblr. I'm just like "Ohh Ink is Back, YAY!" No matter what the story is about. Cheers!”

“I don't know how you do it--how you manage to integrate love, lust, grief and sadness into one beautiful thing. This particular chapter feels like a combination of the ones that came before in terms of themes. Iris trying to maintain on her own, the struggle to have and give up control, her beef with the Speedforce, etc. But I would also like to point out just the DAMN GOOD WRITING. Your writing is so fluid and your vocabulary so rich that you kind of make it look easy, to be honest. But sentences like these are just real gems://She cries his name loudly, moans in euphoria like she needs the Speed Force, God, whoever took him to hear her as a vengeance, to know that she had him back and was never letting him go.//That line just won't let me go.”

28. worst review you ever got

I can't remember if it was my brief story about Barry and Cisco getting haircuts together or the little story I wrote about drunk Iris after Cecile’s baby shower, but someone on Fanfiction.net reviewed it as just “Stupid.” I deleted the comment 😂

39. do you want to be published someday?

I would yes, but I think I would want to be published for poetry or a personal narrative essay as of now. I don’t have many ideas for original fiction at this time, but I would be thrilled to be published for that one day. A girl can dream 😔

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