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Hi. Glad to see you back here for Chapter 2 of CD&FE.

Pairing: Jake X Female Reader

Summary: This is an AU that starts with the release of GVF’s first EP, Black Smoke Rising, and follows along life paths over the course of twenty plus years. Part Two: We have a jump in time of seven years!

Content warnings: Language, smoking, drinking, sexual situations, oral (m & f rec), anal play, protected sexual encounter, and a twinge of angst.

Word Count: approx. 10.5K

A bunch of forehead kisses going out to @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemaddness for all of your help with this! Thank you, my friends!

CD&FE, Part 2: Jake POV

We were back to work, not that there was much of a break in between tours. It was enough. We released the new album and headed out. It was what we did. After a smattering of shows, we took a few weeks off before starting up again. It was a week until the next round of shows - starting in St. Paul. We were on schedule to meet with the venue people via online chat to just make sure all the logistics were in place for our needs. It was certainly something that the management team could have handled alone, but they always liked to have at least one of us in those meetings just to ensure we wouldn’t circle back and blame them if something was not right or did not meet expectations when we arrived at said venue. We had a long line of these meetings over the course of the week and we decided to double up so as to survive the gauntlet together.

It was the first stretch of the very long day, and I sat next to Josh as the suits gathered around the conference table with the screen a shade of reddish orange with a flashing string of pending dots that slowly pulsed. I was already annoyed. I dragged my sunglasses down from the top of my head and covered my eyes in hopes that I could at least hide my disconnect from everyone during this. Josh, however, was babbling along with everyone in pleasant conversation to pass the time. I was already checked out when the screen flipped over to a wide conference room located somewhere in the capital city of Minnesota.

I was barely listening. Truth be told, my eyes were drifting closed with pictures of a quiet house for me to retreat to in several hours worth of time. Josh would tap my elbow, as if he was checking to make sure I wasn’t fully asleep. That had happened - probably too often. At the forty minute mark, I stood and drifted out of the room with a signal of just needing a break. The meeting was rolling on and that was fine. I hunted down some coffee and some water before returning to the room.

“Our graphics team is being headed by Y/n/L/n. Y/n?”

My grin tugged a bit at a memory of a girl that had that first name from way back when things were still small. A night of celebration. She still skated through my thoughts in those long stretches of bus travel when others just did not seem to do. I took a sip of coffee and listened a little more to this woman talk without actually looking at her face. I doodled out little swirls and boxes and swords and … whatever the hell that fuzzy piece of ick with eyeballs was? Finally, I allowed my eyes to turn to the screen to take in the split screen of four faces. The one in the upper right hand corner made me freeze.

Fucking. Hell. I nearly dropped my coffee cup in my lap. Josh glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. It was her. I was pretty sure that my jaw hung open as I tried to pull myself together. I shifted around in my chair only to have Josh lean towards me with a WTF look.

“It’s fine,” I whispered, eyes flicking to the screen once more.

“The hell it is,” he whispered back, looking at me like I was half crocked. “You look fucking spooked.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned forward on my elbows, palms pressed tightly together. I resolved myself to look at her. I could still see her pretty in her eyes, but she was way more polished, more professional than the last time our paths crossed. I fought blurting out ‘Deep Purple!’ She was answering questions of the team without even a glance at the paper she was holding in her hands. She knew her shit and worked in a manner that surprised me. I took a long drink of my water and settled my brain into the present. It was still a management meeting. I was still required to be professional. I diverted to Josh to answer anything, however. My eyes kept straying to her corner of the screen for the twenty minutes that she resided there.

Flashes of what had been that night echoed through my skin. There was a thinly veiled put-togetherness that she had worn over a carefree smile that had captured my attention right away. Ann Arbor… Yeah. In that little bar. And she was gorgeous in that frilly shirt, and that high slit skirt. I felt my eyes roll back into my skull as I tried to rein in my thoughts to save myself from getting hard right there.

Okay, get it the fuck together. I scolded myself. I tried to keep my focus on the work. I tried to keep the pen in my hand just swishing back and forth, not looking like I was taking notes, but at least showing that I was aware of my surroundings.

“Thank you for giving us your time, gentlemen,” Y/n replied, as she was wrapping up her part of the presentation.

I looked into the screen to find that she was smiling warmly. Josh stepped in with his typical pleasantries and I nodded as the screen shifted to the next crew. I practically bounced out of the chair and ran towards the door. I needed a smoke. I needed out of that room and the suits and the everything that was being discussed to get our asses back on stage doing our show. I shoved my way outside and had a cigarette between my lips as I’m fishing the lighter out of my pocket. Josh is more than a few steps behind me as I pace down the long sidewalk.

“What the hell was that, Jake?” he asked as he caught up to me.

“Y/n,” I said as if that explained everything.

He looked at me like I had sprouted wings out of my ears. “The graphic team leader?”

I grumbled and took a deep drag in an effort to evade him. I exhaled loudly as he tried to stop me in my tread. “Come on, Josh. Let it be.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about here,” he pressed, grabbing hold of my arm to get me to stop. “How would you even know her? We’ve never dealt with that team.”

I rolled my eyes to the damn sky as I am flooded with an embarrassment that I cannot hide. I kept smoking, ignoring him, keeping my eyes everywhere but on my twin. I watched as he dragged his phone in front of his face and I took the opportunity to move ahead of him. I could see my car in the lot and debated about a quick getaway.

“Nope,” he grumbled, tugging on my shirt. “They’re calling us back in. Questions about gear and technicals.”

I stomped my foot. Like a damn toddler even. Freedom was a mere fifty feet away but he was dragging me back towards the office door.

“What the hell, Jake. Who is this girl?” Josh fought to get behind me to start to push instead of yanking my arm out of the socket.

“Ann Fucking Arbor,” I ground out. “It’s her.”

He stopped as if trying to remember and still was coming up short. I threw my hands up in frustration. His eyes glazed over as if it hit him.

“The one who took your ass cherry?” he asked quietly, eyes squarely not on my face. “Fuck. No, Jake… That one you talked about for months?”

My eyes rolled up as embarrassment twisted in my gut. “Not months…”

“Just when we all thought you had finally moved past her, you’d get laid and she’d come back,” he replied with an incredulous laugh. “It was absolutely annoying. I thought Sam and Danny were going to mutiny over it. I think they even had a total murder board style plot to take you the fuck out.”

I watched as he grew still. The possibility of being in this woman’s space once more was sending me into a realm I did not know if I needed to be part of. The likelihood of seeing her in person was tiny. Miniscule. But it was there. And damned if I wasn’t curious. Seriously.

I finished out the meetings, but only barely was I actually present. My thoughts were in a small, double queen hotel room in a college town not too far from home - well, what had been home. Each thought flared with heat and an innocence that was wrapped in so much…

My head fell back as I made it look like I was stretching, and not fucking melting down with sudden trepidation that threatened to upend… Fuck. Get the fuck out of my head - that’s what I needed to do. Home. Quiet. Solitude. Yeah. It’s what I-

“Bar night,” Josh interrupted my thoughts as we were walking out the door.

“Come on, Josh. I just want to go home tonight,” I whined, leaving me to wonder who the fuck this person was that was suddenly inhabiting my body.

He looked at me like I had three heads, each one with wings in its ears. “It’s on the calendar. It’s been planned for weeks. Tradition and all. Even Danny made it home for this. You gotta go.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Two drinks and I’m out the door.”

“What are you, eighty? And no - not two drinks. We’ve got shit to throw at the socials,” he pointed out with a jab of his finger into my chest.

“Fine,” I practically growled as I pushed past him to get to my car.

“You’ll be on time, Jacob!” he called from behind me.

“Yeah, just so you can show up two hours later, prick,” I remarked as I opened my car door.

If he said anything after that, I’m not really sure. I just needed silence to get my fucking brain around whatever was to come. Am I embarrassed to admit that I was actually fucking on time that night? Maybe. It was my way of trying to just get things over with sooner. Josh did not make mention of my earlier panic, and for that I was grateful. But it left me wondering if he actually remembered, or was keeping it to rub it in my face at a later day and time.

St. Paul. It was three days until the show. Sam and I walked into the venue as we were on schedule to be the early contact for the suits. The gear was not due to arrive for a few more days, but we were due for the grand tour and promotionals. We were greeted at the curb and were instantly shown the big board outside before being whisked inside out of the searing heat that was already reverberating off the concrete like red hot pokers.

I would be lying if I didn’t first look around to see if she was anywhere to be found. That was not the case. And I was thankful. Sort of. We first went into the main area space. I took in a deep breath, looking forward to feeling my sound fill every inch of the air and each and every ear in the audience. I was standing right where the end of the catwalk would be when I saw another group entering from the far end of the floor space. She was unmistakable wrapped in one of those sundresses that tie around the waist with the skirt that floated around her ankles. The top was probably a halter, but she wore a little pullover to put a little more polish to the outfit. Her hair tumbled down her back, while it was pulled into a soft braid to keep it from her pretty face.

Sam kicked my foot. Yeah, I was caught staring, but fuck she was… I brought my gaze back around to my youngest sibling and his seemingly judgemental expression. What the hell had Josh told him to warrant such a reaction?

“No,” he whispered as he started yanking the hem of my t-shirt.

I followed along, despite the look of recognition I caught from her as we pushed around where the gear would be organized behind and around the stage set. By the time we looped back through the space, her group was standing in the middle of the main floor. She had a tablet balanced on one arm and was focused on whatever she was doing. I watched as her eyes flicked up to different people, I assumed asking questions before turning her eyes back to her moving hand. We were led deep within the belly of the arena and got the lay of the green rooms, where our jam room would be, where family and friends could hang out while we worked. We ran through the catering options before heading back out.

The main floor was empty when we returned. As we crossed towards the entrance alcove, we were running through times for gear arrival, stage set up and finally soundcheck. By the time we got back to the main doors, she was there with her group. One of the suits was waving towards the display space while another was pointing in another direction. Whatever was going on, she seemed calm, jotting down notes and answering questions.

I ignored my brother’s warning glare as we made to move past the group. I felt her eyes on me as we began to maneuver around them. I aimed to move behind her, pausing for the briefest of moments so as to lean in but not touch.

“Deep Purple,” I whispered so that she would be the only one to hear.

I saw the corner of her mouth curl up as I kept walking. Sam was already at the door waiting, his eyes full of being done with me already. I followed him into the breezeway and he was talking about the saloon across the street when I heard her call out for me.

“Meet me across the street,” he said, not bothering to turn to even look at me.

“Hey,” I said as she walked towards me. “Looks like St. Paul has been very good for you.”

“And you’re pretty far from the bars in Ann Arbor,” she returned, a faint blush rising across her cheekbones. “You look good, Jake.”

“You look amazing, Y/n,” I said with a grin.

Her gaze cast down, almost like she didn’t know what to expect. “I didn’t think you would remember-”

I looked over her shoulder, seeing that a few in her group were growing impatient. “I know you’re busy now, but…”

“I overheard - you’re going to the saloon?” When I nodded, her smile grew huge. “I just have to wrap up this meeting. Shouldn’t be more than an hour. Can I meet you over there - maybe catch up a bit?”

“I’d like that,” I responded, unable to hide my all too big smile. “You won’t run off when I’m not looking, will you?”

She blushed. Her cheeks blushed the most beautiful color as a nervous laugh fell from those lips that looked absolutely inviting. She left me without an answer and I was left to wonder. I pushed my way outside with a grumble over the damn heat. Seriously, how was the asphalt still solid in that kind of oven? I was sweating my ass off from the four hundred or so steps from the main venue entrance. The icy blast of the inside of the bar was more than welcomed against my pulsing skin.

Sam sat at the far side of the bar, already in conversation with the bartender. I sat down with a point at one of the local lagers on tap. It was not lost on me that pictures of those acts and events from the center were splashed all over the place, including the next day’s show of Pearl Jam, and right after was Starcatcher. I quickly looked away. Sam was knee deep in talking about the pending show and I just kept my eyes on the door, willing it to be the fastest sixty minutes on the planet.

That did not happen.

I watched as Sam left at the 75 minute mark.

There were a bunch of people coming and going and I thought perhaps I missed her at the 90 minute mark.

Fuck. Nearly two hours later.

I felt tired and cranky and dismissed at the two hour ten minute mark. I was done. I closed my tab and took my last swallow of my beer. I stopped in the men’s room before heading out. The hotel was just a few blocks away, closer to the capitol building - I could man it up and walk through the heat, but damn if I wasn’t wanting to wallow in the fact that she had skirted me once again. With my eyes on my phone looking for an uber as I walked down the stairs to the street, I ran into someone with a loud eeep.

“Oh, shit - sorry,” I started until I realized my hands were on her arms and it was her eyes that I was looking into.

“Jake,” she said, sounding a little breathless. “I’m so sorry. They took way longer than I planned for and I didn’t have a number to let you know and wow, this is shitty of me and you’re leaving and I don’t blame-”

I couldn’t look away from her. The speed of her words meant nothing. In fact, I’m not even sure I was really listening. It was her. She hadn’t meant to be late. She was there. I smiled as she rushed through her explanation, finding that she held onto my hand and moved closer, despite the heat around us.

“I’m glad I caught you,” she finally said, letting my hand go as if just realizing that she had me in a death grip. “You’re probably out of time now, though. I see you’re leaving.”

“I don’t remember you talking this much,” I managed with a chuckle. And there it was again - the blush. Wow. “I was heading out, but no. Nothing on my schedule until tomorrow.”

“Oh. Really?” she asked, eyes twinkling. Fucking twinkling! “Um. You know, I’ve not eaten since like this morning. There’s all sorts of stuff up and down this street if you want to hang here, or… Uh. There’s a little pub a few blocks from here that has really good food. I’m just parked in that lot there.”

“That sounds good,” I said, watching as she dug her keys out of her bag.

I followed at her side, feeling a jumble of excitement flood my system. We moved into the parking garage that is on the one side of the saloon and she pointed to a little two door roadster that looked fun to drive. Traffic was beginning to thicken and I admit, I was holding on tightly as she navigated with a hard gleam in her eye. My heart was thudding wildly just to be in her presence. There was something so… alluring about her. She drove away from the busy downtown/Capitol area and before I was beginning to wonder just where she was taking me, we pulled into a little Irish pub. The parking was a little full, but I trusted that she knew what she was getting us into.

I found it totally natural the way she reached for my hand to lead me inside, keeping me close. My thoughts bent back to the pool hall and how she leaned into me that night, allowing me - a stranger - to be with her, hold her… Fuck, taste her. She did not let go until we were seated in a booth. I smiled as I glanced at the ale options, ordering a tall black and tan, to which she nodded and got one as well.

“You guys kinda turned into a big deal,” she sighed as she took off her little wrap to stick over her bag.

I laughed. “Yeah, seems a long way away from that first EP, right? Are you still with that firm that you moved out here for?”

“No. I got scooped up by a larger firm two years ago,” she said as the server set down our glasses with a smile. “They made me a project lead right away - that’s why I’m in the bigger venues now.”

She pointed at a few things on the menu that made me smile. We did not share a meal in our last adventure, so to see her choose actual food was nice. Orders placed, we sat back and enjoyed the space.

“Imagine my surprise that you popped up in one of the meetings with the suits,” I replied before taking a sip of my beer.

The slow grin on her face made me lean forward. “Yeah. When I was given your ticket, I was a little concerned. I was sure you didn’t remember me. I mean - why would you?”

“Why wouldn’t I, would be the better question, Y/n,” I said, unable to hide the softness in my tone. “Can I ask you something?”

I swallowed as she nodded. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted the answer. I had thought that I had done something all these years to put her off. Perhaps it was a bit too early to ask such a question in our evening, but it had been nagging me for a little too long.

“Why didn’t you want breakfast with me? Why’d you leave like that?”

Her smile is warm and genuine. “Truth?”

“Truth. Always.”

There was the blush again. It truly was a lovely sight on her features. “I had never done anything like that before. I had no clue how to just say - thank you for helping me celebrate and leave. Sounds stupid now, but you…”

She fell quiet. I watched as she rubbed her finger across the rim of her glass before taking a sip.

“You were pretty perfect that night,” she said in a low tone, eyes shy. “I thought I would never see you again. I sure didn’t think I would feel this…”

I can’t help the smile that hits my mouth. “Good or bad?”

“Good. Damn good.”

I drew in a breath with a nod. Suddenly, relief poured into me at the notion that I’m not totally fucked out of my head from feeling this whatever the hell spark that was spurning me on.

“Did love conquer all with your friends?” I asked, keeping the thread, but moving it away a little bit.

She paused for a moment before letting out a little puff. “Patty.”

“Yeah - there was some kind of drama with that one girl,” I pressed as my ear caught the clanks and clangs of a drum kit being set up.

“Oh, they have live music on Thursdays and Fridays,” she explained. “It’s what keeps me coming back.”

I twisted around and sure enough, there was a small stage tucked in the back belly of the pub. I grin over the memories of doing that very same thing not too long ago. “Nice. But your friends…?”

“Ah. Patty and Sidney. That was that night.” She sat back as the server brought our food around. “Well, love conquered for a grand total of eleven months.”

“Ouch,” I sighed as I looked over our steaming meals with no way to actually hide how hungry I was.

“Wow - this looks amazing,” she beamed at the server. She ordered another round of beers and flashed that grin that had me already melting.

“So, what happened to your group? You still in contact?” I asked as I watched her munch a french fry.

“Patty - yes. I’ve actually known him since second grade - I’ll never be able to get rid of his ass,” she laughed as she cut her sandwich in half. “He’s here in the cities, teaching at Hamblin.”

“Nice. It was quite the group you were with that night, if I remember right,” I replied before I took my first bite of my burger.

“The rest of the group, well… Distance and time have not been kind to us, I suppose,” she said with a tug of her lips to the side.

“It happens.”

“Yeah.”

I watched as she took her first bite - a real person bite - and her eyes rolled closed. I grinned. Yeah. I had to appreciate her. Just as in our hours together before, she did not sugar coat anything about herself. Just the way I liked it. We fell into comfortable conversation about families. Mine was a bit easier since well, I traveled with two of mine constantly. But we delved into childhood homes and parents and siblings. She had me laughing over her school antics with her best friend.

“Yeah, Pat and I were voted most likely to be married and divorced from each other the first year out of high school,” she quipped with an honest laugh. “He got pissed and told them all that we had already been married and divorced twice before our senior year. He really took it personally that no one thought that we could just honestly be best friends.”

I shrugged. “That age, perhaps. We didn’t really get into the whole school scene, I guess. We were already playing bars and clubs every weekend. Kind of made school weird.”

“Lucky.”

I shrugged as our server came by with boxes and the check. The band was waffling in the background and I really did not want my time with her to be at an end. We had been talking for nearly two hours without either of us realizing it. I grabbed the bill before she could, and I laughed. Call me old fashioned. I don’t care.

“Jake?” she asked as I started following her out to the parking lot.

When she turned towards me, I could see it in her eyes. She didn’t want the night to end either. “You work tomorrow?”

She hesitated, eyes going flat with thought. “No. I mean, I do, but no meetings, no office stuff. I was going to have a remote day. But I’m sure you’re busy.”

“Not until the late afternoon,” I responded. I felt her hand slide into mine. She was so close that I could feel the heat of her against me.

“Um. Do you want to go back to my place?” she asked, the blush dancing once more across her face. “It’s just about ten minutes from here.”

“I’d like that.”

I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching out and touching her cheek, as if I could trace the color as it danced across her pretty skin. I took her wrap for her and she carried our leftover boxes. The night had not really cooled - at all. I might’ve let out an exasperated sigh as the wall of humid and searing air struck as we made our way to the car. She explained that her place was new to her - just moved in a few months prior and to excuse the boxes as she wasn’t quite moved in yet. We pulled up to a historic craftsman style home, complete with a porch with a damn swing on it. Y/n had roots here. She had a life here. It made me realize I was just a vagabond with no real place that was ‘home’ for most of my year.

Inside her home was nice. Sure, there were a few boxes, but the space was hers. There was nothing hidden, nothing she shied away from. I instantly latched onto the album collection that was lovingly on display, and it was extensive. She told me to find something as she made her way into the kitchen for something cold to drink. I let my eyes wander. She had alphabetized her albums by artist name, then by year of release. I grinned. I bet she’d go insane if she ever saw the state of our collection and how unorganized it was. I saw the Deep Purple debut Gatefold that had started it all. Y/n put on no act like other ladies. She was an ‘as is’ kind of person, and totally honest about that fact. It was what drew me in the first time, and what was holding me so tightly this time.

I saw a Blind Faith album I hadn’t heard in a long time and put it on just as I hear ice dropping into glasses. I was rewarded with a ‘NICE’ from the kitchen and followed it to her side once more. It was unmistakable. The attraction I felt was very different. It almost felt addictive. A feeling that I could get used to all too quickly.

I dragged my eyes across her very soft, comfortable looking home. The colors were warm and lush and pretty - just like her. There were pictures scattered throughout of faces that look happy - just like her.

“Maker’s okay?” she asks, holding up a glass.

I nod and take her offer. “It’s really a nice house.”

It’s an opening for more conversation. She leads me around, giving me the tour. She points out pictures of her family and of course, many of those family pictures contain her friend Patrick. We wound up on the back porch and shared a smoke. My head is swimming with nothing but her and all I can think about is how I wanted to touch her once again.

“Fuck it’s hot out here,” she complained as she stood up from her chair.

I laughed as I watched her move towards the door. Back inside, the record long over, I feel a space between us. It’s not uncomfortable. I set our glasses on the kitchen island as she moved around looking for her bag.

“Y/n?” I ask finally when I see her set her stuff into the entrance closet, and carry her phone back towards me.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a moment to put away the record and turn off the player. “Jake. I’d like to make up for how I left things last time.”

“There was nothing wrong with …”

She started to walk away, the tie of her wrap sundress coming undone as she moved. My eyes fucking popped. I had to follow just to see if I had seen that right. I caught sight of her, her dress completely open as she beckoned me towards what I assumed was her bedroom. I did not hide my surprise as I caught up, falling against her and into her warm kiss. Every cell in my body awakened at her touch. I tried not to be greedy about it, but fuck if I wasn’t a man in dire need of the woman that was before me. Our touch together did not change from the absolute frenzy that I had first felt trying to get to that motel room seven years prior.

Her dress met the floor with a swish and my hands met her ass with a hard grip. I melted at the sound of her soft whimper, but then was met with her overpowering kiss that nearly knocked me to the ground as she climbed up to wrap her legs around my hardening dick. It was almost wicked how she grinned, looking like she was going to fucking turn me to cinders. I didn’t care what the hell she did. I just knew that I was going to be a happy man because of it.

I landed her on the bed, forcing myself to stay between her legs so as to keep that pussy spread. The pale lace of her panties shot a feeling through me that made everything shake.

“Those guitar fingers still as talented as they were back then?” she cooed, hooking a thumb beneath my belt to give it a yank to unlatch it.

I leaned back as I tugged those pretty panties down across her gorgeous legs and tossed them to land with her dress. One ankle followed by the other, I moved to prop against the edge of the bed, keeping her spread wide. She unzipped my fly and slid her hands down my hips to reveal the raging hard on that I’m pretty sure I’ve been walking around with for hours already.

“I’ve dreamt of this beast,” she whispered as she disrobed me.

I let out a breath as my fingers found her heat and slick and just her. I lick at her taste before plunging them back down in a flurry of feather light and wicked hard pinches that make her whine and… Fuck. There it was. The squeak. She had this sound that sounded like a squeak and damn if I didn’t love that noise. So much so that I pushed two fingers into her while my thumb continued to play at her pussy lips and clit in search of it again. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, just holding it against her palm with her fingers completing the circle of radiant heat. I watched as she placed a gentle kiss to the tip before sliding her tongue out just to send me into a frenzy of desire. Those eyes rolled up on me as she extended her jaw in the most sultry manner. I think I squeaked as she swallowed me down. I thought for sure she was not going to get it all, but then to see her nose against my belly and could feel her constricting my whole self…

“Oh motherfucker,” I blurted out as she licked my balls while I was fully down her throat.

I nearly shot my load right then and there. I had not realized that I had her skewered on my fingers, pressing so deep that I could have begun to fist her. She growled as she began to retreat back up my shaft only to do it fucking again. I tried to figure out how she could do such black magic, but the moment she extended her tongue out, all conscious thought fizzled out and pure, unadulterated pleasure scoured every brain cell I had.

She hummed as she slid her face away from me, those eyes glistened with pleasure. “You liked that, huh? Seems I remember you liked how I touched you. Didn’t you, Jake?”

Jake has fucking checkout out of the damn building, Y/n. There was nothing left of me but this primordial need to rail this woman until we both were screaming. All I could do was shove my fingers into as deep as I could go and bend to capture her mouth in a searing kiss that sent shockwaves into her core. I could feel every inch of her begging for me. I pushed her down flat before yanking those damn ankles up onto my shoulders.

“I am not going to fucking last,” I grumbled, staring down into her pussy like the fine art that it was. A single thought struck.. Fuck. “Condom. Goddamn it. I don’t-”

I felt the moment begin to slip away as her gaze met mine. She pushed off of me and crawled that fine, fine ass up to the nightstand. Am I ashamed that I was more focused on how her pussy was dripping for me? Fuck no. She returned on all fours, a condom wrapper in between her teeth. I let out a long breath as I moved to reach for it, but she kept it away. Slowly, she opened it and rolled it down over me while she was on her fucking knees like she was begging for it.

I trailed the pad of my thumb across her jaw. My whole body, if it wasn’t on fire already, certainly had accelerants added in that moment. I had become a bonfire for this woman. I watched as she returned to the position that she was in, with the added bonus of her hands beneath her bottom to pull herself wider for me.

“Jesus fuck,” I whispered as she laughed.

“Pick a hole,” she ordered, her mouth already a little puffy from her exertion. “But fuck it full.”

My jaw dropped. She was going to kill me and I was going to welcome it. I was pretty sure I had not a single rational thought as I pushed myself deep into her pussy. Her heat scorched and lapped and suffocated every inch in a death hug that made me want to…

I am unsure if it was simple poetry, or the fact that at that moment, I couldn’t remember being inside any other woman - but this one, this Y/n fit me like no other. I realized as I began to slowly grind in and out, snapping my hips just right to fit all the way in, I craved this from each and every woman that I had ever had sex with. This need to crawl all the way into her, feel every bit of her in every fucking way possible. I slowed all the way down to barely move, making sure I brushed all of me against her and was rewarded with a shouted string of garbled babble. Yeah. I just did that to that woman and I did it over and over until she sprayed all down my cock and over my thighs.

I raised an eyebrow down at her as she grabbed my hands that held her hips so tightly. “New spin on that trick, eh?” I teased, immediately seeing if I could make her do that all over again.

I watched as her spine bowed, allowing her beautiful tits to shimmy and fall around as her mouth dropped open. Her tongue brushed out, as if she was seeking for something. I smiled wickedly as her eyes strained to meet mine.

“Put those fingers in your mouth, baby,” I demanded, striking my hips hard against her.

She immediately swallowed them down with a slutty hum. I let out a near howl as I barely hung on, moving between grinding at a snail crawl to a few slams to keep us chasing a high that we both obviously were desperate to obtain. With her fingers jammed in her mouth, she snaked the other hand down to play with her clit. She sucked in a hard breath before letting out the most beautiful moan as her whole pussy clamped down so harshly that I couldn’t move in or out. Instead, I ground around, making sure she came as hard as possible. The moment I could move, I slammed into her over and over. It was like a damn train that could not be stopped as my body moved out of control.

“Jake,” she whispered, her body already tightening once more.

I looked down at her. She sucked one finger into between her lips before trailing just the tip down her chest to circle her nipple. That was it. Holy fuck. I hit the wall going a hundred miles an hour and plowed right through it. My head fell back as I came in a spasmic rhythm.

I held her against me for a full minute, just praying that I didn’t break through the damn condom. I listened to her jagged breathing, until I heard her hum as I slowly fell from our connection.

“Damn,” she sighed as she threw an arm over her eyes.

“Bathroom?” I asked, cupping my soft dick before the condom could fall away.

She sat up, face all full of bliss that I could not help but to feel cocky about. I followed her into the ensuite bath and took the offered washcloth as she started running water in the sink. She was quiet as she cleaned herself and kept her eyes downcast as I cleaned up. Just as I deposited the condom in the trash, she pushed me up against the bathroom wall, her lips crashed into mine in a hungry rush of teeth and tongue. It may have felt like my skin was melting away under her care, but honestly, I think at that moment, I could give a flying rat’s behind about it. I landed on her bed while she walked out to fetch us drinks and put another record on. This time Jim Croce floated down the hall behind her.

I sprawled across the bed, not caring about anything other than feeling the lingering euphoria of the moment. She returned with two fresh whiskeys and two glasses of water. I watched how her body moved as she reached for a little silky robe that she didn’t bother to tie, allowing me to watch her breasts jiggle around in … fuck her breasts were pretty. She laughed as she crawled up on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. I came to rest across her one thigh while her other leg folded across me as if locking me in place.

“Better than before?” she asked before she took a sip of her water.

I rubbed at my bottom lip, unable to hide my grin. “I’d be lying if that didn’t knock my senses loose.”

The laugh she graced me with filled me in a way that made my heart skip. We fell into conversation, our hands just roaming across each other as we really took the time to talk. She asked about being on tour. I answered honestly - most of the time it was just waiting and being lonely and waiting some more. I asked her about her work and friends. She told me about struggling when she first got to St. Paul. She was working her way back to a work/life balance, but work still took a winning side most of the time. I was brushing my fingers across her exposed hip when she took in a breath that captured my attention.

“Relationships are hard for you, I’m sure,” she started, her fingers drawing figure eights across my shoulder. “Anyone special around for you?”

“Not right now,” I answered after a moment. “There was one, but she kinda got tired of my schedule. How about you? Anyone?”

She shrugged. “I mean, I date. I thought there were a few I could get close to, but the interest just wasn’t there, or they’d get pissed about Patrick. That friend thing still gets in the way.”

I laugh and nod. I traced the crease of where her thigh met her torso back and forth. “I’d be lying if I didn’t feel something right now.”

I looked up at her as her fingers stilled against my skin. I watched as she took another drink of her water. The corners of her mouth pinched tightly.

“Jake.”

Her voice caught in her throat and crackled. I turned my attention back to the soft stripe of curls, passing my finger through the downy patch with a smile. Her fingers twisted a bit of my hair to capture my attention.

“Being honest?” she asked.

“Being honest,” I repeated, meeting her gaze. “Also being honest, I’m glad these are still here.”

It was a musical laugh that fell out of her mouth, this laugh that seemed to have tightened around my mind. “Some shockingly handsome guitarist said he liked them, so I kept them.”

I bent and kissed down onto her pubic bone, allowing the curls to rub along my nose. Her hand resumed drawing against my arm as I reached for my whiskey.

“Continuing to be honest?” she asked, brushing a lock of hair over my shoulder. I nodded and made sure to look into her face to show I was listening. “I kind of hoped our paths would cross again.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded, leaning forward and planting a kiss to my lips that lingered. “Yeah,” she whispered as she leaned back.

I passed my tongue across my bottom lip as she retreated. I took a sip, the ice clanked softly against the glass. I looked across her body, feasting upon the skin before me until I returned to the soft stripe of curls once more. I shifted closer to her center and I’m sure I was beaming a wicked gleam.

“Jake…” she sighed, a sleepy little grin spread across her lips. “What are you thinking?”

I planted a kiss to the top of her thigh with a gentle hum. “I’m thirsty, and you look hot.”

I pushed at her opposite thigh to push her open a bit more. Her fingertips brushed against my hair as I planted another kiss to the silken little curls. I was rewarded with a heavy sigh and stifled moan. I pressed the cold glass to her slit and she jumped with a giggle. I shushed her and did it again, liking how her skin reacted. I dipped a finger into the whiskey and let it fall onto her, but immediately licked it in between my lips.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I did it again. “If they bottled this, I’d never leave the damn house.”

She laughed loudly as I fished an ice cube out. I put it between my teeth and nuzzled in, letting my tongue capture the drippings.

“Oh my god, Jake,” she groaned, pushing both sets of fingers into my hair as she pushed herself down from the headboard to be flat on the mattress.

I readjusted, setting the glass on the nightstand to continue exploring her folds. “Think you can squirt into my mouth, Y/n?”

The little huff she let out matched the rising heat of her skin. I roughly pushed up her thigh to fully open her to me and my whims, exposing her little pink entrance at the back. I blew across her thigh as I lowered my mouth to her, sticking my tongue into her cunt with a wicked press and jiggle. I swiped my index finger down from her pubic bone down to her ass a few times, collecting the slick that was already weeping from her.

“Fuck any hole, huh?” I asked before I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue.

She lifted her head to look down at me. “Fuck any hole.”

That was all I needed. I flattened my tongue and gave a slow swipe from her asshole to her clit and back again. I swirled that velvet as I slid my hand beneath her hips to give her a little raise up to better feed on her. I spit into her lower entrance before giving it a circle with my middle finger. I leaned in close, taking her hard clit into my mouth as I pressed into her with a slow, firm pace.

“Can you squirt like this?” I asked before I started to lap at her.

“Keep doing that and we’ll see,” she returned, her voice completely breathless.

I cooed against her as I swallowed against her clit again, making sure I was extra sloppy. I slid two fingers into her pussy while still working her ass and clit. If she wanted to be fucked, I’d give her fucke’ in the best of ways. I could feel the tension in her legs as she began to jitter and quake. She was clenching my hair so tight like she was riding a wild horse and damn if it didn’t hurt like a son of a bitch. But it was the hottest thing I had ever been witness to as she first started to dribble around my working fingers, then spray. I opened as wide as I could, replacing the fingers with my tongue, dancing for fucking joy as she shot her load down my throat with a scream of pure ecstasy.

“God that was sexy,” I said, ignoring that my words were choppy with rasp.

I gave a few more long licks, and laughed over how she jumped. I gave her a slow kiss before ducking into the bathroom to wash up. I returned to her on the bed, hand tucked between her thighs and another condom between her fingers.

“He looks hungry again,” she replied, eyes squarely on my hardening dick.

“Famished,” I said, as I reached for the offered condom.

She moved quickly to yank my body to hers and swallowed me with a deep kiss that I swear, I could feel her tongue reach the back of my mouth. I set the little shiny packet to the side, looking at her fucked out face as she withdraws just a bit. I have another idea, but have no clue if she’d be up for it.

“This robe would look nice tied up around your wrists,” I whispered as I kissed down her jaw.

“And how about hung on a hook?” she said, her voice sing-song as sweet as a lullabye.

My jaw might have dropped open just a bit as I watched her shrug off the silk then twist her hands around a bit to secure them. I grinned as she turned a bit and wiggled a piece of the wrought iron of the headboard out to present a sort of hook. She brought her hands up to catch the delicate fabric on the metal and leaned back against the headboard with her legs spread wide just for me.

“I’ll be fucked,” I whispered, unable to hide my delight.

“You’re gonna be,” she said with a grin. “You’re too far away, Jakey…”

I raised an eyebrow. “A bit demanding seeing that you’re the one who is bound.”

“If you don’t get going, you’re going to be the one on this hook,” she replied, her eyes glistening with a dark that hit me right in the cock.

“Wouldn’t that be a fun concept,” I sigh as I lean in, capturing her chin in between my fingers. “You’re okay?”

She nodded as I moved up against her, dragging my lips against hers. Goddamn this woman was sent me into a frenzy that I was so addicted to that I was sure I would not recover from - not that I wanted to ever be rid of her. Her eyes were languid as I rolled the condom down over me after a few strokes of my fist. I helped her to rise up to a squat so I could slide myself beneath her on my knees. She sheathed herself with me, grinding down on my hips to make us both gasp out over the sensation.

I helped by holding onto her hips, but she really did own the show - no hands needed. Her tits were slamming around my face and I ate them up as she worked me up and down through her quivering heat. The sound of her echoed in my ears as I fucked up into her as she moved down hard in a perfect dance of fucking.

But it was not enough.

As fucking amazing as it was, it was not enough.

I pulled her to a stop and kissed her hard as I pulled my cock from her causing us both to whimper from the loss. I moved back only to turn her so that her belly was to the headboard. With a second thought, I put a pillow in between the wrought iron and her tender flesh. Making sure she was comfortable, I tugged at her hips, forcing her knees wide. Her core wept down her thighs with anticipation for my return.

I slid in at a speed that might have relayed that I was desperate for her. I’m not ashamed that I really was desperate. She was already tightening around me as I slid my fingers up through her hair to tug her head to the side to reveal the expanse of her neck. I sank my teeth into the crook of her shoulder. The hiss that escaped her sent shockwaves through me. She was completely at my mercy at that moment. It was intoxicating.

Once more, I fell away, crawling backwards on the bed so that I could lean forward on my elbows to lap and lick at her flooded thighs and pussy. She didn’t just squeak. She fucking screamed as I circled her engorged clit. Roughly, I grabbed both her tits in my hands upon my return, pummeling that sweet little pussy with all the love I had for her. Y/n was nearly chirping through another orgasm as I felt it - a sudden blinding ray of purity that flooded my entire body. That was it. She had me and swallowed my own orgasm with a greedy pussy that still begged for more. I jolted over and over within her, suddenly longing for her hands to be on me. All I could do was to reach up and clasp my hands to hers. My forehead fell to the base of her neck as I struggled to recapture myself.

“Jake,” she whispered. “My hands, Jake…”

I grimaced as I unhook the silk robe, skating tiny kisses up her arms to ease the ache I was sure she was feeling. I let her unbind herself.

“Stay here,” I said as I slid off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Once to the bathroom, I’m quick to clean myself up and take care of the condom. I saw the big tub in the reflection of the mirror and an idea struck. I started the tap, finding a lightly scented bubble bath to drizzle in once the water was warm enough. I retrieved a washcloth and returned to her, as she waited patiently for me. Gently, I ran the cloth up each leg and across her core. I took her hand and led her back to her waiting bath.

“Really?” she asked with a light laugh.

“Yup. And if you’re not careful, I may just have to read from that book that you have stashed over there on your tub cart,” I threatened as she settled down. The look in her eye catches me off guard, but just to prove a point, I grab the book and step into the water myself.

The tub is wide enough to have her feet rest up on my hip. She’s lovely there amongst the thin steam and light bubbles. I liked watching as the ends of her hair swirled around in the water, ghosting across the tops of her breasts. I can’t help but to feel smug over the fucked out daze she seemed to have in her eyes as she took it all in. I wondered if she may have felt the same, but then again, I knew I would soon reward her once again for the evening.

“You’re pretty, you know that?” she whispered, swishing her fingers through the surface of the water.

I grinned, knowing that my cheeks were flushing over her compliment. “And you’re beautiful, but I don’t think I need to tell you that.”

Her brows perked over my sentiment. “I wonder if it’ll be another seven years before I see you again,” she said, her voice soft as she stretched her neck from side to side.

“And if I said I hope that is not the case?” I asked, eyes firmly on her mouth as her lips stretched into a smile. “What are you doing Sunday?”

She laughed, but remained silent.

“I’d like it if you were at the show.”

“You would?”

I nod. “It’s a bit bigger than the last show you saw.”

“How do you know I haven’t been to a show since Ann Arbor?” she asked, leaning forwards with her fingers on my legs.

“I’d have known you were there. It’s like your body calls for me.”

She laughed and leaned back.

“Don’t believe me?”

When she shook her head, I stood up, stepping out of the tub and drying my hands before grabbing hold of the book to her protests and giggles.

“Ooooh, erotic poetry even,” I teased as I sat back down.

“Jake, come on…”

“And who do you read these to? Yourself? Lovers to spurn them on?” I continued with a raised eyebrow, paging through the soft blue colored pages. “How about I piece together something here. Make it my own?”

She folded her arms across her chest as if in challenge. I hummed playfully under her gaze.

“Oh, this is a good line…

Fingertips etch your lust into my flesh…

She licked at her lips as I let my voice drop and get all smooth. I turned a few pages ahead to land on my next line.

I am addicted to your touch, your taste, you…

Yeah. She liked that one, in-fucking-deed. A few more pages and I landed on:

There is no sin attached to the manner in which you love me

Heaven and paradise pale when I laze between your thighs…

Her fingers began to dig into my flesh as I flipped a few more pages around, my eyes skating between her and the written words.

Your gaze consumes my flesh; You have feasted upon my soul;

And yet, you leave me wanting to surrender to you all the more…

I made a slow lick of my finger before I turned another page, making sure she watched how I curled my tongue around the digit.

I want and I want and I want… We will satisfy the flesh to pacify the mind…

We will melt into the other…

I closed my eyes, feeling the last words, hoping that she would know they were my own.

Claim me your safe harbor, and I will ever be faithful.

I kept my breath slow, calm. Her silence touched me in places that rattled my cage. I did not want to open my visage to discover that she knew she had me by the balls. I had been with her for a grand total of maybe eight hours? Everything in my skin knew this woman owned my ass in each and every way.

“That’s not in that book,” she whispered finally.

“No. It’s not.”

“What are you asking of me, Jake?”

Everything. I want fucking everything. The words screamed at me, even though I knew it was impossible.

“Come here and find out,” I decided to say, playfully.

My eyes drift open to find that she had not moved, but her face - her eyes told me that she understood. Fully. I swallowed, unable to look away from those eyes that were etched into my memory in the most intimate of moments. As if reading my body, she finally gave way, climbing over my legs and I pushed myself away from the edge so that she would have room for her knees behind me. God, I was so hard for her without her even touching me that way. The innocence of her mouth touched mine and I slid into her once more.

“I feel it, too,” she whispered into my ear.

She ground her hips into mine. Her warmth was enough to drive me insane. Her beauty etched itself into my song. Moved. I was simply moved by this creature. I captured her mouth in a kiss that felt like we were waltzing - perfectly in sync. I could not get enough of her taste as her body sucked mine in to claim me.

“I can’t cut ties here,” she breathed. “Everything of me is here.”

“I can’t leave the road,” I sighed. “Everything of me is out there.”

That was the rub, wasn’t it.

“I’m not ready for what will be needed of me, Jake,” she admitted before her jaw dropped to let out a gasp.

I shifted my hips beneath her to provide a bit more traction. “I would need to give you everything… I would need you to -”

She came hard around me. Her breathless sounds struck my chest in the most endearing of manners. I lapped and kissed at whatever skin I could reach.

“I would give you all of me, Jake,” she hissed, coming back quickly as she continued to move with small thrusts. “How the hell do we do this?”

She came to a stop and I held as still as possible. We just stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. She pressed her fingers to my face and I won’t lie - I leaned all the way into that touch.

“Can we not let this much time pass between now and the next time our paths cross?” I asked, surprised by how calm I suddenly felt.

“I’d like that,” she admitted with a little swirl of her hips that sent me around the damn bend.

“Maybe revisit this,” I sighed, “when we’re ready…”

She nodded before kissing me deeply.

“I’m not wearing a condom, Y/n.”

I felt her squeeze me before she slid off my cock. “Stand up.”

I grinned as I followed her direction. Without fanfare, I was down her throat. She took my hands to place on her head as if willing me to fuck her face at will. Her hands skated up the back of my thighs and I knew - I knew without hoping it. Her fingers deftly spread my cheeks and ghosted across my entrance. My head fell back over the sensation. She might not have been the only visitor to that area, but my body responded instantly to the memory of my first. She hummed all the way down my length as she tested just the fingertip. I smirked down at her when she discovered she could press in not with one but two digits and not have me cum in under two seconds. The gleam that crossed between us shimmered in her eyes as she continued her pumping into me as I pushed deeper into her throat.

Fuck me. It was beyond me what was transpiring between me and Y/n, but I knew it was a spark that needed to be held close and cherished. It was a promise of a distant time that held comfort. A time that would hold companionship and understanding. If that wasn’t fucking love, I don’t know what it was. But I craved it. I craved what could be. I sure as shit did not want to rush to it, but to know it was there - would be there in the future meant the world.

Fingers deep in me, she did the little tongue on the balls trick again and I could not help but cum. She took me. She took all of me. And then she held my legs to make sure I didn’t fall on my ass. What a woman.

Hope you liked our smutty little escapade. See you next Wednesday! - OH and before I leave you, next posting will be three different parts. I’ll be posting it across three weeks as the entirety of the chapter is well over 17K. It really got away from me, but to keep it in more bite size chunks, I’ve decided to spread it out.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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puppy!steddie being and whatnot. ur a mutual friend of robins that she brings over one time.

the way their tails WAG is unreal when they smell/see you/you come around. they like ur scent, they like ur face, they like ur voice.

always asking Robin to bring you around again, make huge pillow forts ( nests ) and leave random sweaters lying around incase you get cold and then you can end up smelling like em too

will DIE if it’s a group hangout and u make everyone a meal. think one of those creamy alfredo pastas and garlic bread or smthn, they wolf it down, tails wagging, ears going, mouths full to the brim and still managing to cheesy grin at you cus they won’t take their eyes off u throughout cus how else will you know how much they enjoyed it?? :]

nah but think abt grappling for the chair next to you pre-meal - robins battling steve for ur left after losing to eddie for ur right. try to play footsie with u under the table and just —i—-

SLEEPOVEEERRRSSS

nest nest nest nest nest NEST TIME!!! maybe ur just chronically cold ie bad circulation or whatever, ur limbs go blue and the tip of ur nose freezes like an icicle so what’s the best way to show how worthy they are for you????? keep u warm all night ofc. so many blankets. sneaking in clothing items. u lay on eddies crusty vest and he’s like “it’s pre loved :))” cus the smell on it is so strong of him

if u wanna have something to fidget with while the sleepover den movie is playing, u best know that they wanna offer up their ears.

join the hybrid hangout! ♡ / hybrid au faq

TBIS IS SO SWEET :(( UGH yes robin brings her friend over 'cause she can't handle the two of them on their own they're too annoying so she drags you along and rants the entire way about how they're such losers and she hates them (She loves them so dearly) and when you get there they fall all over you!!!!!! offering you something to eat/drink two seconds in and fighting for a spot next to you on the couch that leaves robin on the floor like >:o you get a shiver down your spine and they immediately offer you one of their big fuzzy blankets off of their bed!! it smells sm like them and they wrap you in it so that you do too :')

omg them eating your meal :(( they seem to enjoy it so much that you give them leftovers and it's all they eat and they always text you like it was so good!! or even better the second time :) and they're so sweet :(( and yes footsie at the table wtf steve brushes his shoulder against yours all subtle like and eddie's literally kicking you (lightly) under the table the entire time 😭

yes they give you blankets to keep warm. yes they let you borrow their hoodies/pajamas/etc. but they also. keep you warm themselves. they offer themselves up before anything else, they snuggle up on either side of you and burrow their noses into your neck and squeeze you tight and then they put a blanket over the three of you. no honey why do you need steve's hoodie he's got it on you can just absorb his body heat.

SKGNS OMG :(( they notice you're picking your nails or the frayed strings of your jeans so they grab your hands and plop them on top of their heads <333 i swear they're falling over into your lap while you pet them both they're not watching the movie anymore they're just piled all over you <33

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zv5x · 2 years

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Riddler gushing to his fans about darling makes me drool, but Darling gets ahold of his stream and admits that she actually hates it there, she misses going outside and her family and starts crying. Fans are torn between "aw baby" and "wtf". Riddler finds it later that night and gets mad/depressed

💻 "Pleas" (Yandere!Edward Nashton • Reader : Romantic Scenero)

Reader getting their hands on the stream is an interesting concept! I like it! tw // use of the yandere trope , abduction situations , mentally abusive relationships , delusional and toxic mindsets , infantilizing , threats of violence , etc

It took you weeks to memorize his password based on the movements of his fingers. It was incredibly difficult, as he usually sat at the other side of the room while streaming, but there were a few times where his desire to brag about you clouded his intelligence. He shouldn't have logged in so close to you, he should have known better.

As your trembling legs provided the distracting movement your mind so desperately needed, your brain and heart whispered pleas regarding his viewers. He had 500 of them loyal enough to follow him rather than just give him a passing glance, at least one of them had to be sane enough to realize the horrors of your situation.

Your hope wanted to flicker out. They all saw you, tears streaming down your face and wrists red from ropes. None of them thought to confront the Riddler on what he was doing to you. You read their comments. They thought you were just so cute. Not like the others, they said. They said they would do anything for you, to see the two of you together for the rest of eternity. Those memories were washed away with a shake of your head.

You had hours to convince them. Edward would be at work late today, he said so. You had hours. You kept telling yourself that, hoping it would take away the horrific memories of his fans commenting on how cute you looked shaking whenever your captor nuzzled against you.

Your fingers slammed on the keyboard, unpleasant feeling beads of sweat topping them as your body's nerves fought against the overly chilled room.

As soon as you logged into whatever God forsaken site he used, the eye icon that your eyes immediately fixed on began to show a steadily increasing number.

"Is-is this on?" It was. "Oh God, thank you-"

The chat was already filling with messages

< How did you get out of the restraints?

< Aww it's (Y/N) <3 they're so cute when they're scared

< (Y/N)???????????

The responses you were getting weren't at all the ones you were hoping for, as most of them were either gawking at you or asking you where the Riddler was. You let out a desprate sob.

"Please God just get me out of here, I want to go home!" You begged, and the chat showed no mercy.

< this IS your home though?

< I think they're having one of those tantrums again. lol

Tears streamed down your face as you continued to read the messages, all either getting angry at you and telling you to go back to your chair or gawking at how "cute" you were. Without even thinking, you grabbed the corners of Edward's laptop and tried shaking it. You didn't know if it was just to make your point come across better, or a manifestation out of your desperation.

Your brain was pounding, the bright lights of the laptop screen showing up as nothing but fuzzy orbs of color through your glossy eyes. Defeated, you sunk down. Sighing, you decided to give a different approach. A more human one. Sucking your tears back up, you spoke again.

"I miss my old life, I miss my old family." You sniffled. "Please, just one of you is enough. Help me."

The chat seemed to pause for a bit, and you anxiously held your breath.

Soon, messages came in.

< Your home is with him. End of story.

< You do realize your family are nothing but obstacles right

< 💀

Still, no matter how hard you begged and cried, nothing worked on them. They refused to see the situation from a point of view that wasn't biased towards the Riddler. You let your head fall on the desk, and you expected most of them to have laughed at the comically-loud thud it made. You stood there for a few minutes, still, saying nothing. Then, the chat began to rethink things. Were you really alright? Of course, you're safest physically with Riddler. There was no question about that. But, mentally? They questioned if everything was okay.

< they cryin one of yall give them a hug

< are they okay??????

You looked up, your heart glowing up with hope as you tried explaining that no, you weren't okay. Even though you've been doing that for who knows how long. Suddenly, as your eyes wandered on a message asking where the Riddler was "when you need him", you heard the door unlocking. What perfect timing, was all you could think before your mind went straight to panic.

Your heart sank, and you immediately slammed the laptop shut and ran to the other side of the room. Somehow, you could still see the changing glow of the screen from when you had it open.

What the fuck? It wasn't supposed to do that.

You heard him call out to you, sounding as joyful as usual as you scrambled to snuggle yourself under the covers, having no time to reattach your ropes or run to turn the stream off.

Edward gently opened the door. You didn't budge. You didn't see his movements with your head pressed tightly in between two pillows. With no knowlage at all, you hoped and prayed and laid with your heart pounding.

You heard him sigh in disappointment. His eyes fixed on his illuminated laptop screen.

"I knew you would do this."

His voice sounded disappointed, and you could barely contain the desire to cry. He must have set you up, to see if you'd try and escape or contact help. He walked out of the room, and you looked up the minute he left. He came back in just a few minutes, completely in costume.

Neither of you spoke to each other, and you watched as he opened the laptop screen and greeted his waiting viewers with a friendly wave.

"Sorry about that, guys. I was trying to test them, and as we can see..." He turned to you for just a moment, and you looked down in shame. "They failed." The chat probably threw that one sign of sympathy for you out of the window the moment Riddler entered their screen, and you could tell just by the storm of hearts and the jump in viewership.

"I think they deserve a punishment, how about you guys?" Was all he said, and before you knew it, he was up over at the bed with his hand over your mouth and tape twirling around your wrists. If you weren't the one being brutally restrained, you would have found it impressive how he could juggle two things of that stature so calmly. The chat was cheering Edward on, like you weren't even a human. So many of them though you deserved it, so many encouragingly messaging him to slice that resistance right out of your body.

Your stomach churned, and you had nowhere else to go. You cursed internally, wishing that the urge to call for help wasn't as strong as it had been.

For the first time in your life, you've never been this devistated at failing a test.

#paul dano x reader #paul dano riddler #dano riddler x reader #paul dano x you #paul dano #dano!riddler #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #riddler x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #riddler #male yandere #yandere male #x reader #the riddler x reader #riddler x you #yanderecore #yandere text

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tenebris-aurea · 7 months

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Welcome to the internet? Wtf. Have you not been here before?

no i i am just recently learned how to use a keyboard they put me in this chair my paws are too small to reach the keyboards my small fuzzy kitten head barely peeks over the desk

#teeth creaks

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crackiswack13 · 7 months

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Day 8 kinktober

Master and Slave- Solar opposites

Warning: 18+, smut, punishment, degrading, spoilers for season 4

Listen to your boss

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Terry was enjoying his promotion at the rake company. Maybe a little too much in Korvo's opinion. How dare he not only boss Korvo around in the office but also in front of his team at home. It was driving Korvo up the wall. He was going to take back his power one way or another.

Korvo was doing his work at his computer. One of his co-workers told him Terry wanted to see him in his off. Korvo got up and proceeded to Terry's office. Terry was sitting at his desk he had his feet up on the desk.

"Korvo go fetch me coffee "

Terry gave Korvo a cheeky grin. Korvo started spewing gooblers out of anger. He grit his teeth as he glared at Terry little shit was enjoying bossing him around.

"No"

Korvo said boldly. Terry's raine as leader was over he was drawing the line. Terry's smile fell he looked at his husband giving him the look are you sure you want to do this?

"No? What do you mean no?"

Terry questioned Korvo sitting up. He leaned onto his desk. Korvo didn't budge. He continued to glare at Terry

"You are not the team leader Terry I am"

Korvo spat he didn't like how Terry was being defiant.

"Oh but Korvo you see that's at home and we are at the office and I'm afraid here I'm your boss"

Terry said smoothly as he traced his finger on the desk. He looked directly at Korvo. He knew Korvo wanted to be the boss and tried so hard to get it. It amused him how he got it instead of Korvo.

"You weren't even supposed to be the boss you knew I was trying to get the position"

Korvo growled he gritted his teeth. Terry chuckled. He stood up and walked over to Korvo. He caressed his face.

"Oh but Korvo you didn't get the job I did and as your boss I don't like your attitude I'll have to teach you a lesson"

Terry went over to the door and closed it. He shut the blinds and went back over to Korvo. Terry pulled him into a kiss. Korvo melted into the kiss after a few minutes. Terry pinned Korvo into the chair he pulled away.

"I'm going to show you your place "

Terry said as he licked Korvo's neck. Korvo leaned into his touch he was snapped out of his trance when he heard a click. Korvo looked down he was cuffed to the chair by red fuzzy handcuffs. He looked at Terry

"Wtf Terry!"

Korvo shouted angrily. Terry put his finger on his lips to shush him. He chuckled lightly he loved Korvo's reaction.

"You don't want your co-workers to find you do you? What would they think of you?~"

Terry teased him he knows how much Korvo values his image. That's why he is so adamant about being a leader in everything. Terry giggled as Korvo shot him a glare. Terry started leaving hickeys on Korvo's neck.

"Where did you even get these"

Korvo asked his husband. Terry smiled as he looked at him.

"I have a whole drawer filled with sex toys~"

Terry stuck out his tongue at Korvo as he said that. Korvo gave him an unimpressed look as he rolled his eyes.

"Of course you do"

He said annoyed. He was not happy with Terry. Terry left his side and went to his desk. He started to dig into a drawer. Terry pulled out a flogger and a blindfold. Korvo started turning purple. Terry smiled as he started to get Korvo worked up.

"It's time for your punishment now for back talking your boss~"

Terry strode his way back over to Korvo he put the blindfold on him. He started to lightly trace the flogger on Korvo's skin Korvo shivered. He squirmed in the chair.

"In this office I'm your boss you don't get to decide to disobey me~"

Terry whispered to him as he leaned down to his face. Korvo could sense Terry's eyes on him even though he couldn't see him. He squirmed more as he was getting turned on. Terry chuckled as he stood up and put his foot between Korvo's legs. He nudged his foot on his husband's mount he rubbed it with his foot.

"Gross getting turned on by your punishing you Korvo you are so pathetic "

Terry chuckled in disappointment at his husband. Korvo's body shuddered at Terry's words he couldn't believe he was having this type of reaction to Terry's harsh words. Terry snickered as he pushed his foot against his mount more. Korvo let out a tiny moan.

Terry got on his knees in front of Korvo's lap. He traced his finger on the clothed mount. He smiled as Korvo shivered.

"You know I would have expected it to be harder to turn you on Korvy but I guess you are just a slut~"

Terry stood over Korvo. He pulled Korvo by the calor of his shirt. He peck his lips

"You are only going to call me sir for the rest of this time I don't want to hear anything else but yes sir and no sir other than that you will be punished understand?"

Terry said lowly. Korvo nodded Terry didn't like that answer. He whipped Korvo on his chest with the flogger. Korvo flinched he knew what Terry wanted from him he didn't want to give in but he was in no position to say no.

"Yes sir I understand "

Korvo said quietly. Terry smiled he chuckled at Korvo's shyness. He got closer to his face

"Are you feeling shy Korvy?~"

Terry teased his husband as he got on his knees. He got in front of Korvo's lap. He unzipped his pants his pupils dilated as he stared at Korvo's pulsing pink mount. He moaned lightly Korvo shivered at the cold air hitting his sensitive areas. Terry started licking Korvo's mount he dug his tongue deep searching for his root. Korvo arched his back and moaned. Terry dropped the flogger as he pulled his husband's hips closer to his face.

Terry let out a choked sound as Korvo's root came out. Terry pulled off chuckled and licked it playfully.

"Getting ate out by your boss low worker like you must feel special ~"

Terry said as he sucked the tip. Korvo let out a moan as he arched his back. His roots squirmed Terry giggled as he started to take in more. He let Korvo's root play with his tongue as he sucked on it gently.

"Ter- sir I can't take it"

Korvo moaned as he thrust his hips lightly. Terry held them in place Korvo whined. He pulled off and looked up at Korvo

"You will take whatever I give you and be grateful "

Terry demanded as he pecked Korvo's lips. Korvo moaned more. Terry went back to letting Korvo's root squirm in his mouth. He sucked on it gently he moaned sending pleasure throughout Korvo's body.

Terry after a few minutes pulled off a string of drool was connected his lips to Korvo's root. He whipped his mouth. He sucked on his husband's thigh.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless into this chair we will stink up this room with our fair moans"

Terry got up and whispered to Korvo. He left visible marks on his neck. He went back over to his drawer. Korvo was confused by the silence until he heard vibrations. His face dropped.

"S-sir please don't I'm sorry I was rude to you before "

Korvo begged Terry just chuckled he went over to his husband. He turned it off and fingered Korvo's mount. Korvo moaned as he dripped his juices on his husband's hand. Terry pulled it away he licked it.

"I haven't done anything to you and you are already leaking like a bitch in heat disgusting"

Terry taunts him as he pushes the vibrator to Korvo's hole under his root. Korvo's body shivered he didn't know how to to respond. Terry pushed the vibrator into him. Korvo arched his back his eyes rolled back he bit his lip to silence his moan.

Terry smiled as he pecked his husband's neck. He was loving his reaction his root started to poke through his pants. He unzipped his pants and released his root in front of Korvo he gently grabbed his hand and put it on his root.

"Jerk off your boss you dirty bitch~"

Terry moaned as he loved the sensation of Korvo's hand on his root. His root wrapped around Korvo's hand Korvo squirmed as the vibrater pushed deep inside him and rubbed at the base of his root. He moaned as he started moving his hand on Terry's root.

Terry petted him as he cooed to him. Korvo moaned as the vibrator was buzzing against his root on the inside. He started leaking onto the chair. Terry scoffed as he forced his tongue inside Korvo's mouth.

"You are licking that up after we are done"

Korvo shivered in response. He moaned lightly as he sucked on Terry's tongue. Terry pulled away he moaned.

"Oh fuck yeah, Korvo keep doing that" he closed his eyes as Korvo kept rubbing his root. Korvo arched his back and squirted on the vibrator releasing more fluids onto the chair. Terry squirted on Korvo's face as he arched his back and moaned. Terry looked at Korvo he pecked his lips. Korvo felt tired he moaned as the vibrator was still buzzing inside him. Terry chuckled and turned it off. He put Korvo's head on his chest comforting him. Korvo relaxed into his touch.

"You can be boss Korvo being the boss sucks everyone is always bitching and nagging and they actually expect me to do work"

Terry cooed to Korvo. Korvo hugged his waist he looked up at Terry he pecked his lips.

"Alright then as first order as you boss I order you to clean up our mess"

Terry looked at Korvo

"But didn't I order you to do that"

Terry questioned his husband. Korvo slapped his ass. Terry squeaked at Korvo's action

"Don't question your boss~"

Korvo demanded and looked at Terry with half lidded eyes. Terry giggled and pecked his lips

"Yes boss~"

Terry said as he got on his knees and Korvo got up. He started licking the chair he moaned as he licked up Korvo's juices.

"I so want to make a drink out of you"

He moaned Korvo chuckled he pulled out the vibrater and put it on the desk. Terry finished cleaning their mess. He licked Korvo's face seductively as he cleaned him. Korvo hugged him and pecked his lips.

#kinktober #smut #solar opposites #terry x korvo #kinktober 2023

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deadlyflan · 2 years

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Billies Bio Post: Who, Where, When, WTF

100 ASKS MEME: TMNT OC - THE BILLIES

Original 100 Asks Meme Questions List

@turtallyawesome gave to me these questions three. Let's have the TMNT ask them...

Part 1 // Part 2 // THIS IS Part 3

Michelangelo bounds over the sofa, chasing three enraged scruffy cat children and catching none of them. The homeless cat mutants race after each other, rolling and clawing as each tries to claim their share of a whole spilled plate of canned sausages.

Raphael stands in the middle of his living room holding three water bottles. All around him, black tufts of hair float while dropped coins bounce and roll. Claws, teeth, and weenies fly through the air.

Accusations of weenie theft, hissing, and cat screeching overwhelm Michelangelo’s pleas for the Billies to calm down. He finally cries out, “Raph! Don’t just stand there! Help me separate ‘em!”

As if running after the cats has helped so far! They like military stuff, right? They like to play soldiers? Raphael squares his shoulders and bellows, “BILLY TROOPS! A-TEN-SHUN!”

Three breathless black cats snap into a line in front of him. Paws are up in salute, though one Billy has raised the wrong hand. Chunks of each other’s fur clings to new rips in their sweatshirts and coats. Tiny chests heave as the Billies try to catch their breath. Layered clothes hang askew, random pockets turned out and clothing bunched. One Billy is chewing frantically on a weenie, breath wheezing through Billy’s nose.

“What was that?! Private Billy! And you, Billy! And you too, Billy! Fighting over food!”

The little cats wilt. “Sorry, sir!”

“Won’t happen again, sir!”

“Billy and Billy stole my weenies, sir!”

“That’s not true, sir!”

“The weenies ran. Billy just chased! Sir!”

Raph opens his mouth to continue the drill sergeant bit, but all three of the young mutants have shrunk backwards into their clothes. One of the kid’s stomachs growls. No. No more shouting. They’re kids. Hungry kids. Even if acting like a soldier from TV made them stop flipping out, Raph’s done. He deflates and hands each Billy a water bottle, not knowing what to say next.

Michelangelo saves him. “It’s okay, little Billies.” Mikey walks back into the living room from the kitchen. “I rinsed off the floor-weenies and divided them up equally. You down with that?"

Raphael flops back into his bean bag while Mikey hands over three coffee mugs full of canned sausage. A puff of styrofoam beans plumes out the side of his seat. They ripped his chair. Great. “(#74). Are you Billies always so quick to fight? Is it always like this when you loose your temper?”

“Oh, Billy must be quick, sir!” All three of them are smushing weenies into their mouths and chewing with their mouths open. It’s bad manners, but with all their many sharp teeth visible, it also appears that their mutation didn’t give them molars. They’re smacking and spitting and trying to work the weenies back towards their side teeth. Rough tongues nimbly tuck the meat up against jagged tooth sets meant for tearing rather than chewing. Even before they swallow all the meat chunks, they’re fumbling in the mugs with their stubby, fuzzy fingers. Raphael shivers at the sounds of claws against ceramic. “Quick Billy stays alive, sir!” “Quick freeze. Quick hide. Quick run. Quick attack. Quick quick quick…” Billy drops a weenie and immediately jumps to cover it with Billy’s body. “MINE!” The other two Billies tense, but the lone dropped weenie doesn’t set off a cat cyclone this time. “Okay. Yeah, I see that.” Raphael nods. A lot of Splinter’s training pushes him and his brothers to the same kind of hair trigger. “React first, think later.” Billy fights against a wad of hair that has stuck to the corner of Billy’s mouth. Raphael watches Billy try to push the hair tuft away with Billy’s tongue. Billy won’t put the weenie in Billy’s hand down or lower the mug. The cat makes such contorted faces, Raphael wonders if maybe ‘think later’ was too ambitious. Michelangelo interrupts. “But… like, what makes you attack quick?” He settles on the floor next to Billy and gently pulls the hair wad away from Billy’s mouth. “There’s a lot of dangerous people out there, Billy. You’re not trying to fight them all, are you?” “Billy rule!” The middle Billy has made steady progress through Billy’s weenie mug and now speaks for the group. “Don’t fight anything bigger than Billy!” Munching sloppily, Billy adds “Or anything meaner than Billy!” Billy chimes in between weenies. “Or anything on fire!” All three of them nod. This Billy Rule is hard won knowledge. “But even if Billy doesn’t fight, Billy gets mad.” “Stupid cars!” “Stupid rain!” “Stupid people!” “And Billy never fights them. Billy knows.” “Billy knows.” “Billy doesn’t fight cars.” “Or rain.” “Or people.” “Billy is smart.” Billy tips the mug up too far and spills weenie juice directly into Billy’s eyes.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raphael #michelangelo #tmnt oc #prompt fic #tmnt fanfiction #fanfic #Billy #The Billies #cat oc #mutant oc #100 asks meme #part 3 #using other people's silly cat photos #don't fight anything that's on fire

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rin-the-cat · 4 months

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I have so much stuff I needed to do today. My last final was Thursday, I worked yesterday, tomorrow we are doing Christmas with my family and Christmas day we are driving down to visit my husband's family. Yesterday I was only scheduled noon to 5:30 but we had a last minute emergency come in (winner for the dumbest dog of the year award for drinking diesel fuel... Just wtf. Poison control recommended we give him a dawn bath in case there was any on his fur and he kept burping and I just about passed out from the fumes.) and then I went to Walmart to pick up some last minute stuff and by the time I got home I was so tired I just couldn't do anything. So that jusy left today to do everything. I slept in a little and when I got up my head was so fuzzy I just couldn't get my brain to work and every noise felt overwhelming. I finally went up and laid down for a while and when i came back down I put my earbuds in. (later when I was feeling better i took one out so I could hear what was going on around me, my 3 year old saw me put it back in the case and when he realized I was still wearing the other one he asked me for it and went and put it away, I told my husband, "I think I just had my ear buds revoked 😂"

So family tradition states we must have oyster soup for Christmas eve dinner even though only 2 or 3 people (out of 11) will eat it. We've always had atleast one other option for people who don't like it. The last several years my mom made lasagna, one regular and one vegan (for my brother and sil who are vegetarian and she has a dairy allergy) I said I would make the vegan lasagna this year (because I love it too) but that I wasn't going to make a regular one too. So priorities one and two today were to get the kitchen clean enough that I could make the lasagna without worrying about getting pet hair or something in it and to make the lasagna... And I did accomplish that much. N did dishes and I cleared off the counters. I got the lasagna put together and it's ready to bake tomorrow. N wanted to get the house picked up some in case anyone needed to stop by while we were gone (last time we went to visit his family my brother ended up scheduling the assessment while we were gone. We didn't know about it before hand and I would have spend the whole week fretting about it if I hadn't gotten a tooth root abscess to distract me. The whole week was kind of a disaster.) and he did get the living room floor picked up mostly, if we just vaccume a little it won't look too horrific. We both worked on some laundry and got a bunch washed but it's all just piled up in a chair. I haven't started packing and I still have presents to wrap but i brought the youngest up to bed and I can't convince myself to go back down. I just want to go to bed. N put the 7yo to bed before the 3yo and I came up and I haven't heard a peep from him since so either he fell asleep in M's room or he went straight to bed in the spare room after M fell asleep. N wants to take the kids to church tomorrow and I'd like to go but I might end up staying home to try and get stuff done...

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ssa-baby-outlaw · 2 years

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9-1-1 LONESTAR S3 EP3

Spoilers below!!!

• It's been over a week since this came out I'm so happy to finally watch it

• In this episode I need: reassurance that tk is okay, a clue as to why they broke up (I has a theory), more character development for Nancy, Marjan to get out the fucking snow and Billy to get injured in some way would make me happy

• The thumbnail is paul under that fuzzy blanket and I need that as a screensaver now

• I already wanna punch that sheriff in his face and his pervy moustache

• Oh marjan! Go help marjan! She was left out of the last episode and I didnt like it

• Oh I liked that headbutt captain

• "You're a really good actor owen" "maybe I'll try that next"

• WHATS GOING ON WITH TK I like it but it's weird as fuck

• Carlos in the hospital chair😭😭😭

• I just love grace SO MUCH like shes so calm and supportive and smart yet still sassy and she fucking 9 months pregnant and gorgeous the whole time

• Can someone tell me if the cartel / coyotes are actually in texas because if they just made that up for the plot then it's stupid

• Judd/paul/mateo friendship brought instant joy to my face

• I want mateo to hug me

• Petition to buy mateo a Maserati

• That sheriff is gonna shoot the guy right

• FUCKING KNEW HE WAS DODGY RUN MARJAN RUUUUUNNNN

• "Perfect things should last forever" THEN WHAT ABOUT YOU AND CARLOS?

• The actress for tk's mum is killing it this episode

• Check your damn phone owen

• I really wanna see marjan with that huge fucking gun

• "What's a Marwani?"

• WHY IS THIS PREGNANT WOMAN UP A LADDER!???

• Go off grace! Let Billy have it!

• *water breaks* "What am I supposed to tell my husband"

• "The universe is shouting in your ear and you cant hear a thing" SOUNDS A LITTLE LIKE "THE UNIVERSE IS SCREAMING AT YOU AND YOU REFUSE TO LISTEN"

• MARJAN SINGJNG!?!?!?!?! WTF SHES SO SEXY WHATWHATWHAT BRAIN GONE BRRR

• owen just jamming in the car while his son is dying in a hospital bed having a fever dream about his broken family

• The Carlos eyes😭😭

• IS THAT SERIOUSLY THE END OF THE EPISODE

• okay okay, I feel like that was a part 2 of the last episode because it just wrapped up those stories you know?

• All in all: loved the marjan content, absolute perfection she has my heart and so does grace, the tarlos angst was a nice stab to the heart and we had some nice 126 brotherhood moments

#9 1 1 lonestar season 3 spoilers #hendersnoots 9 1 1 lone star watch party #ls 3×03 #marjan marwani #owen strand #grace ryder #tk strand #carlos reyes #paul strickland #mateo chavez #judd ryder #grace x judd #tarlos

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luvring · 2 years

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HELLO I Would like some interior hcs pls bc i dont fucking know anything (this is a lot dont feel pressured HEHE) my mc is felixs gf, Anne Nova. She's 24, 5'8, and loves anything cutesy but ALSO really loves flower + bone imagery. she's a painter, musician, writer, cosplayer/sews, and grew up on a farm. She loves cozy clutter & reading and is very bubby, optimistic and impulsive. She's sassy, sarcastic and very blunt but in a very kind way, despite cursing like a sailor. she has adhd and has a bit of an eclectic style, always just wearing whatever she likes. she doesnt like people paying for her bc she feels guilty, but she also loves when felix does bc its always so thoughtful. its a dilemma. she has a lot of jewelry, but only wears lipstick and eyeliner in terms of makeup. her jewelry is all gifts from her friends/family, many of whom are no longer in her life. she loves the aesthetic of nobility; princess dresses, golden details, etc. but she hates all the rules and bullshit.

shes always carrying around a pencil case, notebook and a scrunchie. she's very messy but if the kitchen or the bathroom is messy she gets very antsy. she works the best in daylight, but loves the night just as much. this is probably so much but i love rambling about her LOL. she loves pink and sunflowers and does tarot and has so many crystals. she collects animal bones and sometimes paints on her denim clothes. one of her jackets has a coffin with sunflowers painted on it. shes just a very preppy, cutesy person who really loves dry and morbid humor.

note from nia: i just know these two get along super well pls. everyone's ocs sound cool wtf anne nova is such a cool name?? also don't worry omg more details only help me HDJDJS this was very fun (i think i called her anne a few times but if she uses the full name/just nova,, which sounds very cool thinking about it,, i can edit it!! <3) their bedroom is objectively pretty, especially when the sun is rising or setting. waking up to a dream perhaps

they have a canopy bed with pretty wispy curtains

ahhh there's a really pretty oak dresser with a mirror above it that has really intricate gold detailing

the wall around it has a bunch of posters/art and a jewelry hanger for anne's most worn pieces

Mini Gold Heart-Shaped Mirror On The Dresser. also this glass dome with sunflowers and led strips in it. thank you

other stuff includes crystals, the tarot deck she's been using recently, and a jewelry box that felix gave her :(

their side tables usually have a book or something that anne was sewing before bed

felix had to put a little table where you walk in that has one of his taxidermied animals and favourite preserved insects in resin

their master bath also as a gold detailed mirror above a wooden vanity

there's a little spot on the counter shelf for those headbands to keep hair out of their face. they have like, 4 and they're all fuzzy

the shelf also has skincare products, lotion, etc. + face masks that they use together

they got a basket for bath bombs to place next to the bathtub

their living room is so cool get these two on pinterest Immediately

they have the coziest reading nook sectioned off with a mini bookshelf omg it's under this big curtained bay window and has super soft blankets

it's also a super nice place to sit when they want to write or talk </3

there's fairy lights hanging up that they switch out during holidays!!

the tables have decor like lace tablecloth, an animal skull in a glass dome display, crystals, salt lamps, etc.

the walls have paintings (thrifted or painted by anne), small mirrors, and mounted candle holders

the couch and accent chair are a muted brown and they both have at least one throw pillow and blanket thrown over them

there's two dark bookshelves on either side of their t.v. with novels, plants, an incense burner, ceramic trinket dishes, a sunset light, (+ a duck night light they got semi-ironically) and little figurines

if you looked up cozy cottage kitchen you'd probably find something like theirs

sage green kitchen....Sage Green (and brown) Kitchen

the fridge has a calendar, a bunch of magnets they've been collecting (animals, letters, etc.), pictures of them and their friends, and a chore schedule because felix would forget otherwise

they have a couple of hooks for aprons and they are either really nice or really stupid (one says "oh crepe" probably)

there's a small mug shelf on the wall with their go-to ones

the sink has a ceramic animal soap holder (also a little bunny kitchen timer nearby)

there's a rolling tray table they use for snacks and to put tea sets on

they have a small wooden table by the window where they usually eat breakast

they put a little glass jar on the counter to put spare change in so they can go out when it's full without worrying about who's paying

anne gets a whole room as her studio/workshop considering how much she likes to do (deserved!!)

there's a really cute pastel pink utility cart with different supplies next to the easel that sits in front of a big window

there's a mug that has "paint water" written on it

they put a table ( + a rolling char) in the middle of the room so it's easier to work on any larger projects

there's a cabinet with craft supplies, a clothing rack with baskets + a full-length mirror for when she works on cosplay

there's also a little seat by the mirror that felix sits on when he's watching/talking to her

she has a smaller desk with a computer in the corner so she can play/make music or write

the keyboard has cute customized key covers she can switch out!!

the walls are covered with different art prints, paintings, album covers, posters, etc.

general hcs

imagine anne giving felix a painted pair of jeans or something that has a super cool design that specifically includes an animal skull surrounded by double black hellebores (his favourite flower!!) i really do think felix would love personalized things like that </3

tangent,, you know when people get someone to write something so they can get it tattooed? that except she puts it on one of her favourite pieces :sob:

i see anne is a little taller than felix...him wearing her clothes? let's think about that

the paying thing is so relatable tbh. they decide to switch paying for food each time and remember that gifts are not something to consider when paying the other person back

felix isn't a fan of the whole royal outfits thing, but he doesn't mind as much when he sees her wearing a dress and jewelry (that he paid for with escell's money probably) that coordinates with the colours of his own outfit

#🛒nia.reqs #last legacy #last legacy felix #fictif felix #felix iskandar escellun #last legacy headcanons #screaming and crying #these two sound so cute together

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threecrowsinatrenchcoat · 3 years

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Paint My Spirit Gold

Dukeceit Week Day 2: Green/Yellow

Fans of the YouTubers "Deceit" and Remus "The Duke" Sanders start to suspect that maybe, just maybe, the two of them are more than simple internet pals.

AO3 Link: [here]

Word Count: 2187

Warnings: n/a

@dukeceitweek <3

[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a watercolor-style painting of a snake. The snake appears to be made of melting chocolate, and there is a large bite taken out of its tail. Cherries and jam are leaking out of the snake at the bite wound. The snake's expression of horror is overly-exaggerated to the point of comedy. The caption reads: "liked your snake boi, @SerpenThyme. thanks for the inspo." /end ID]

A notification ding cut Janus off mid-sentence.

“Wow, someone left their cell phone on, so professional,” he said, giving the camera a dramatic eye roll. That someone was him, of course, because he was the only one in the apartment- just him and the running livestream- but that was no excuse not to be a drama queen about it. He finished wiping flour off his hands and grabbed his phone to silence it; but the notification made him pause. He flicked his eyes up toward the camera and gave a slight smirk.

“My goodness, I’m famous,” he drawled. “The Duke himself has graced little old me with some fan art.”

Most of the comments in the chat wanted him to show it, so Janus opened up Twitter to see the full post he’d been tagged in. It was a watercolor painting of the coiled-snake chocolate sculpture- lovingly named Jake by his viewers- he’d made for his YouTube video last week; it was wearing an expression of such comedic horror that Janus had to stifle a laugh. He flicked his phone screen toward the close-up camera on his counter so his viewers could see.

“How kind of you, Remus,” he said. “All of you should go scold him for what he’s done to poor Jake here.”

Most of his viewers would know he was joking- after all, they were the ones to nickname him Deceit when he provided neither a real or fake name for his online persona. They knew full well what he was like by now.

The oven timer dinged. Janus silenced his phone and set it aside.

“And our first batch of cookies is done. You know, why don’t we show the Duke some appreciation?”

[ID: An Instagram post by user @SerpenThyme. The photo is an artistically-framed shot of a stack of sugar cookies with green, yellow, and pink icing. Propped up against the stack is another cookie, with an intricate icing-drawing of an octopus. The photo appears to have been color corrected to have high contrast, low saturation, and a dark vignette at the edges. The Instagram user @OctoDukie is tagged. No caption. /end ID]

“You know, I have often been accused of actually being a little old lady, what with my fondness for knitted jumpers, rocking chairs, and incredibly fucked up murder mystery books. Today I am doing nothing to dispel this accusation, by making soup.”

The studio was dark and empty aside from Remus' workspace. Everyone else had left long ago, even his own brother, which meant that it was officially ass-o'clock in the morning (or, as most people called it, somewhere between 1 and 2 a.m.) But Remus was stuck in hyperfocus, honed in on putting the last touches on a commission that he'd been putting off for weeks. It's not that it was a tough painting- once he'd gotten started, it was actually a very creatively satisfying piece- but man, executive dysfunction could go suck a dick

“French onion soup, specifically. Because while I do like to pretend I am a classy bitch, I am also, regrettably, a lazy bitch with a distaste for anything that takes longer than one bottle of wine to make.”

Remus hated working in silence. It was stifling, almost suffocating. His brain needed noise like his lungs needed air. So when the studio had grown still and silent, Remus had flipped open his laptop and queued up some YouTube videos.

“So we have here three pounds of onions that we need to slice up, pole to pole. You’re going to cry no matter what, so if you have any memories you’ve been repressing since middle school, now is an excellent time to dredge those up.”

And if it happened to be 90% SerpenThyme videos, well. Sue him.

“Now the first rule of caramelizing onions: fast and sloppy is always better than slow and thorough… at least, that’s what every man I’ve ever slept with tells me.”

Remus choked and glanced over to his laptop screen just in time to catch Deceit's trademark smirk directed at the audience just for a moment. It was the deadpan delivery that always got him. Remus could barely hold onto a joke long enough to get through it without cackling mid-punchline, but this fucker could say the funniest shit like an off-hand comment.

He wiped his hands off on his jeans (what use were clothes if you couldn't use them as paint rags?) and pulled his laptop across the table. He typed out a quick comment, citing the timestamp of the joke, and after it was posted, he shut his laptop.

'Cause ass-o'clock was short for "get-your-ass-home-or-I’ll-kick-it" o'clock.

[ID: A screenshot of a YouTube comments section. The first comment is by user TheDuke, and reads: "10:42 wow, rude." The second comment is a reply by user SerpenThyme, and simply reads ";)" /end ID]

Janus plopped down on the couch with a slight groan. He didn’t need to stream today, but he really hated missing days. Besides… he was fine. Really.

He adjusted the camera until he was happy with the framing, and then checked the settings on his streaming software. Satisfied, he started the stream, and watched as his usual viewers rolled in.

“What do you mean I’m not in my kitchen?” Janus drawled, addressing the chat. He glanced around with an expression of faux-shock on his face. “My goodness, when did that happen?”

He chuckled, and then gestured to his surroundings. “Yes, we are in my living room today. If you must know, my closest and most trusted friend tried to murder me today- yes, Virgil, it was attempted murder and nothing less- and I survived with nary a scratch… and a broken foot, but that is beside the point. Anyway, I’m not allowed to stand for long periods of time, and I may or may not be somewhat inebriated by pain pills and couldn’t stand even if I wanted to. So we are cooking from my couch today.”

Janus paused for a few moments to read the chat messages as they popped up. A few get well soon’s, a few theories about the “attempted murder,” Virgil- who moderated his chat for him- vehemently denying the “attempted murder” but otherwise refusing to clarify the event, and a large volume of wtf why are you streaming today, take care of yourself comments, which made him smile. But one particular comment caught his eye, almost lost amid the torrent of an active chat: wait this kinda looks like the Duke’s living room?

“Oh, VampSuga,” he said, addressing that commenter in particular with a slight smirk. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, since I can’t reach my oven from here, I thought some no-bake cookies were in order. For these you will need-”

[ID: A screenshot of a Discord conversation. The text reads:

“VampSuga: Ok ok hear me out. Dukeceit.

Starstruck96: who?

IneffableSnek: lmao

FeralBeauYasha: lol

VampSuga: Deceit and Remus Sanders! They’re totally dating. I will die on this hill.

FeralBeauYasha: Isn’t the duke w/ PatPat?

IneffableSnek: no thats his brothers bf

FeralBeauYasha: ohh

VampSuga: Did anyone see Deceit’s stream today? I swear that’s the Duke’s livingroom.

StarStruck96: idk that seems like a stretch

IneffableSnek: no wait i kno what u mean

IneffableSnek: im watching the duke’s old videos and that one where he shows off all his old weapons he’s in a living room kinda like deceit’s

FeralBeauYasha: They were acting all cute on twitter too

VampSuga: DUKECEIT” /end ID]

"Hey guys, been a while since you've seen my face and not just whatever my hands are busy with, when it's within YouTube's terms and conditions I mean. They used to be way more lenient…" Remus trailed off for a moment, then shook his head sharply and plastered on a grin.

"Anyway! In June me and a few other creators did a fundraiser for the Trevor Project, and y'all smashed the goal, so I let you decide what video I'd make this month." He paused, and gestured to the mountain of clothes piled behind him on the bed. "And you had so many juicy ideas to choose from, but you decided to dress me up like a Barbie instead."

Remus paused to scroll through his phone for a few moments. "Ah, ok, here we go. Twitter user YoonIsMyCat- oh, BTS, nice- sent in this first outfit. Uh… future Remus, put up the post here somewhere." He gestured vaguely to his right. "Y'all went with either a fuckton more clothes or a fuckton less clothes, which I respect. Apparently this outfit is called…” He squinted at his phone. “Amish chic? I take it back, no respect at all.”

Remus cycled through the outfits his viewers sent in, which ranged from the aforementioned “Amish chic” to “2008 rave attire” to “ok now you guys are just fucking with me” (which consisted of one of those big puffy snow coats, lime green in color; booty shorts with the shrug text emoji across the ass; fuzzy pink boots; and a yellow cowboy hat to top off the whole thing. It was awful. Remus loved it.) The mountain of clothes on the bed gradually became a mess of clothes spread across the floor instead, until there was just one outfit left.

“Ok so Twitter user VampSuga sent me this outfit that I’m gonna call ‘sexy librarian.’ I couldn’t find this exact sweater online, but-” he paused for dramatic effect, before brandishing a sweater toward the camera like a bullfighter. “My boyfriend had something that was close enough.”

Remus hopped up from the bed and switched off the camera so he could change.

“They’re going to lose their minds,” a voice drawled from the doorway. Remus threw his shirt at him.

“Shoo, I’m getting naked.”

[ID: A Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a selfie of YouTuber Remus “The Duke” Sanders, a Hispanic man with his hair dyed green and styled into a spiked mohawk. He is wearing a yellow knitted cardigan over a black button-up shirt. He is grinning widely at the camera. The caption reads: “my viewers pick my outfits! now live on youtube. go see what i look like as a sexy librarian!” /end ID]

DukeceitStan

first and only dukeceit shipper ig

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wow there’s so many of you now! Hi!!

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i want this to be canon so bad omg

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[ID: A series of three gifs featuring Youtubers SerpenThyme, aka Deceit, and TheDuke, aka Remus Sanders. Deceit is a black man with long, dreadlocked hair, and vitiligo patches along the left side of his face. Remus is a Hispanic man with green-dyed hair styled into a mohawk, many ear and facial piercings, and tattoos covering both arms. Each gif is edited so that the highlights are tinged yellow when Deceit is seen, and tinged green when Remus is seen.

The first gif depicts a close-up shot of Deceit’s hands as he carefully decorates a cookie with green and yellow icing. The cookie art he is working on appears to be a half-finished octopus. The gif then fades into a mid-shot of Remus, with his back to the camera, facing a canvas. The canvas is blank, and Remus appears to be laying out paints on a table to his left.

The second gif depicts Deceit seated at his couch, facing the camera. He has many ingredients spread across his coffee table (including oats, cocoa powder, and butter) and appears to be in the process of laying out several more. The gif fades to show Remus seated at a similar couch with a similar coffee table in front of him. The camera is angled slightly downward to better show the myriad of knives spread out across the table. Remus is gesturing wildly with a morning star held in his hand.

The third gif depicts Deceit in his kitchen. He is pulling on a bright, yellow knitted cardigan, and smirking toward the camera. The gif fades to show Remus in his bedroom, seated on his bed. He is holding up a similar-looking cardigan toward the camera and grinning. /end ID]

“Remus, it’s almost two in the morning. Come to bed.”

“I’m coming, sorry. Twitter distracted me.”

“Mm. I can’t believe the bird app is more distracting than I am.”

“You should try harder.”

“Come to bed and maybe I will.”

“Ok, ok, I’m coming. Hang on though, is it cool if I post this?”

“Sure. They figured it out anyway.”

“Sweet. Ok, Jannie, I’m coming.”

[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It reads: “Dukeceit is canon.” /end ID]

#dukeceit #dukeceitweek #remus sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides fic #kye writes

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angelliev · 3 years

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Halloween Special!🎃 Okay, Mista JJ💋

Summary: JJ & Aria make their own Halloween movie.

Warnings: Smut! Language! Intense Role-play JJ exploding our ovaries with this GIF^

A/N: Hey guys! Happy Halloween to all of you cool boos and ghouls. I know I haven't been here for a while now. It’s been busy and chaotic these past few months with school, work, and moving. I’m still writing the Lover Boy series though, so tune in. This is a little flashback (Halloween Special), still part of the series though. I know I’ve said this more than a thousand times, but thank you for your support with the likes, comments and especially the reblogs. Words can’t even begin to describe how much I appreciate you guys! Stay safe out there my lovies, and stay spooky. Muhahaha.

"Trick or Treat!” The miniature voices hollered at John B’s front porch. The boys, all dressed up of course, happily handed the kids candy. JJ didn't hold back as he gave each of them handfuls. It’s a good thing a bough a shitload of candy bags with me. However, I think the parents think otherwise when they watched the candy fall into the children's bags. “Happy Halloween guys! Dope costumes by the way!” The kids smile and high five JJ. The pogues had decided on dressing up as DC Comic Characters. Pope is dressed as Batman, pairing with Kie who was pulling off a sexy Catwoman suit. Sarah shined bright in her Wonder Woman outfit with John B who is going as Superman. I decided to dress up as my favorite supervillain, Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad. I couldn't help but prance around giddily in the Quinn’s boots, wearing the Daddy’s Little monster shirt, the Property of The Joker jacket, Puddin choker, temporary tattoos, hair in pigtails in red and blue, sexy fishnets, and the seductive sparkly shorts. Both Kie and Sarah knew I was in for it when I walked out in the outfit. I was surprised JJ didn't take me right there on John B’s couch when I strutted out. Instead he licked his lips that were curled into a smirk and eyed me with those luscious blue eyes. He wasn't the only once aroused. My eyes couldn't rip away from the gold chain on his neck, and the temporary tattoos that littered his body. His white button up, had a few loose buttons, exposing his chest that I wanted to nip at so bad. He was even pulling off the green hair.

The trick or treaters began to finally die down. A Halloween movie played outside, all of us were seated in lawn chairs. The pogues continued to talk away in an excited conversation about the movie when an idea popped in my head. I take out my phone and open up my messages. My fingers began to type away on the keypad, my bottom lip caught in between my teeth. I look up at JJ one last time before hitting send. I act fast by hitting record on the screen. His phone dings, resulting in him taking it out and opening up the message. He sips his beer as he reads the explicit text, making him choke on the alcohol. “You good?” Asked a concerned Pope. “Yea, just swallowed more than I thought.” (Michael Scott That's What She Said) I smirk before getting up and walking away, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips, knowing that JJ’s lustful predator eyes were watching, my panties already starting to pool.

Aria lays on the bed, smoke passing through her lips, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to come, camera in hand recording as the weed relaxes her body. Like clockwork, JJ enters the room hastily, a smirk plastered on his face, and his eyes a shade darker. “I missed ya Mista J.” I say trying my best to perfect the voice. JJ just chuckles darkly. “What’s with the camera?” He asked bewildered. “Thought we make a movie puddin’. I know you like movies.” The statement seemed to excite him. I bet the hot blood is always rushing down south. “That I do babygirl. You're a naughty little girl though. Sending me such a dirty sext in front of my friends.” “What text would you be referring to?” I played dumb. “Maybe this will jog your memory?” He holds the phone up to the screen, displaying the provocative text.

“Hey Mista J. Why don’t you rev up your Harley by filling her up with your hot puddin?”

Before I could even respond, JJ took the camera from my grasp, and pushing my hand down his pants, where it’s met with the naked bulge. “This what you want your daddy to fill your sweet little pussy up with?” If I wasn't already drenched before, I sure am now. “Yes, please daddy.”

“That’s a good girl. Let’s warm you up first.” He places the camera before opening up the sock drawer taking out the gun. He makes sure to unload it, checking it multiple times. “Put those pretty lips to good use will ya?” The barrel of the gun ghosted 👻 my red painted lips smiling. “Okay Mista J.” I look up into the camera with such innocent eyes before wrapping said lips around the barrel. JJ slowly maneuvers the weapon in and out of my mouth, lubricating it. “Such pretty lips you've got. Can't wait to have them wrapped around my cock. You love milking your daddy's cock dry with that mouth don't ya?” I simply nod and hum. I could feel the juices begin to drip down my leg as my pussy throbs. The gun is snatched away from my lips, leaving me empty.

“Go on babygirl. Show your daddy some love.” He encourages, as I unzip his pants, wasting no time pull down his boxers. His cock springs free, the cool air in the room. “K puddin’.” Those were the last words that left my mouth before my luscious lips slid down his rock hard shaft. I could feel each vein on my tongue as he throbbed in my mouth. A relieved sigh passed his lips when he was welcomed by the warmth his babygirl provided him. His hips rolled in sync, one hand on my head, while the other was making sure the camera was capturing every single detail of himself thrusting into the girl’s mouth. A smile was plastered on his face, when he looked down to see his babygirl gagging on his dick, which hit the back of her throat as she took all of him in, precious inch by inch. “Such a good job babe. I'm so close. Keep that mouth opened wide, I’m about to give you some of that hot puddin’ you asked for.” The eyes watered while he continued to deep throat my mouth, and I loved every single second of it. Watching his lustful beat red face as his breaths grew rapid.

“Fuck! Damn! Shit!” His hips finally came to halt, his balls touching chin, and the tip of my nose met his base. A ginormous load of his hot cum pooled into my mouth and rushed down my throat, overflowing and dripping down my chin along with my tears that streamed down my cheeks.

“Swallow.” He commanded before slipping his cock out through my now swollen lips. I gladly swallowed the creamy cum, savoring the taste as it slid down my throat. “Open wide.” I proudly display my tongue out flat to him as he catches his breath. “That’s a good girl. You deserve a reward.” His thumb presses against my lip before motioning me to stand up. “Clothes off. On the bed. Now.” He demands sinisterly, causing a spark of excitement and anticipation to ignite. I waste no time to strip away from the costume, leaving me completely naked in front of the camera. I crawl onto the bed, making sure that my ass was in full view. JJ’s hand collides with one of my ass cheeks, erupting a loud smack across the room, making me giggle and yelp. I flip myself over on the bed, legs spread wide revealing my aching pussy that glistened in the light. JJ whistled and brought the camera close up. “Mm, look at this pussy. It’s just aching and throbbing for me, just begging me to plunge into it. But first I want to taste you babygirl. After all, you deserve it. You’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” His hot breath fans my pussy for only a few seconds before pulling away and making me whimper.

He places the camera down once more and digs through his drawers until he finds what he’s looking for, that being a pair of Harley Quinn fuzzy hand cuffs. I bought in the store the other day as a gag gift, looks like we’ll finally be using it. He quickly cuffs my wrist to the bed restraining me, before placing a sweet loving kiss on my lips. “I love you, my sweet Harley Quinn.” He whispers against my swollen lips. “I love you too Mista J.” He flashed a genuine smile, before blinding me with his black bandana that was tied in the back.

Once again, I could feel his hot breath fan my heat, making me antsy. But once again, he came to halt. “The fuck is this?” He asked genuinely confused, as was I. It was then I remembered about the large quartz that was nestled deep within my precious flower, which was now probably barely staying intact. JJ dips his ring cladded fingers, scooping out the mysterious object, earning a whimper. JJ held the large rosy pink egg shaped object in his now juice covered fingers that glistened along with her pussy. “It’s a yoni egg.” She stated.

(Wtf is a yoni egg you ask? Long story short, it’s a crystal carved into the shape of an egg, typically rose quartz or jade, and is placed in the girl's honey pot. There’s a lot of health benefits it provides that I'm not going to take the time explaining so...just look it up. You can find it on Etsy. Anyways, back to the story!)

He simply hums, before licking the juices off the yoni egg and his fingers. “Did you miss daddy's cock so much that you filled yourself up with this?” My head nods furiously. “Yes! I miss you so much. Please daddy, I need you!” I begged. He silences me with a finger on my lip. “Patience babygirl. I’ll make sure to give a proper fucking. But for now, I wanna taste you.” He silenced me once more by stuffing my drenched panties in my mouth. “We don't want our friends hearing us, at least not yet.” I don't need the blindfold to know that he’s smirking. I’m caught off guard when I feel a sudden foreign object invade my walls and his hot tongue placed on my sensitive clit. My delightful moans are muffed by my own panties, that I taste myself on. My whole body squirms underneath him as he continues his sweet sexual torture on me. I then realized that it was the gun that my walls were clenching around as it moved in and out of me. I could already feel the knot form within me, tempted to unravel, but Mista J had other plans for his Harley Quinn.

He stopped just before I was about cum, much to my dismay. JJ positions the camera to face both of them, unbinding the girl from the bed and removing her gag, before flipping her over. With no warning, he plunges himself into me, making me scream. My velvet pussy swallows each inch of his girthy cock with my silk like juices. Giving me no time to adjust, he takes a hold of my hips with both of his hands before pounding away. His skin slapped loudly against mine with each rough inevitable thrust. I knew that my pornographic moans shook the whole chateau, like our movement was shaking the whole bed, due to the animalistic thrusts, making the headboard pound against the wall. “That’s right baby. Don’t you dare hold back those moans. I want the everyone to know who's fucking you good. I want them to know that the Joker and Harley Quinn run the Outer Banks baby.

All of it was too much. I couldn't find the words to tell him that I was about to cum, but I was already consumed by the euphoric sensation that washed over me like waves. My mind went completely blank, my ears began to rang. I didn't even hear JJ moan out load as he reached his climax, I could only feel his seed filling me up and gushing out my pink pussy.

“Don't fall asleep on me now babygirl. We’re making a movie, and we’re only 12 minutes in. We still have about an hour left and I’m looking forward to fucking you senseless.” I just smile lustfully, ready for a round two.

“Okay Mista J.”

#jj maybank smut #jj x reader #jj x oc #jj maybank #jj #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx netflix #rudy pankow

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bookerandy · 4 years

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kaysanova - they adopt some kids after realizing they’ve lost their immortality/one of them gets injured and doesn’t heal

I’m so sorry this took so long! I was going to add more, but haven’t had the time these past few days and decided to just add this part. Thank you for being patient and for sending this prompt! I had a lot of fun writing it.

If I end up writing more, I’ll reblog this and add to it! Also wtf you can’t add read more?? On the app???

Thankfully, it hadn’t been a big wound. It had only needed two stiches and Nile had taught herself how to treat their wounds when it happened to Andy. But it wasn’t really the wound that hurt and Nicky knew that.

They had never been without each other. Not even in the beginning, when they had killed each other over and over again. They had always had each other. It had always been the two of them against the world. Not anymore.

Nicky sat on the edge of the bathtub. Nile had crouched in front of him, as she cleaned the healing wound. She talked, but Nicky didn’t listen. It was one of the few times he didn’t listen. He adored her, it was almost like having his baby sister back.

They hadn’t talked about it, even though it had been months now. Nicky knew why, but he wanted to talk about it.

“And then Andy took me to the church downtown”, Nile continued, dabbing the wound with some antibiotics. “Have you been? It was really nice, actually. She even let me pray and-...”

The bathroom door opened. Joe stood there, casually leaning against the doorframe. He had a small smile on his lips.

“Would you give us a moment, Nile? Andy’s trying to cook, you might want to give her a hand.”

Nile glanced up at Nicky as if to ask him if it was alright, and Nicky nodded. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Don’t move, I still need to add a plaster.”

Nile passed Joe and Joe closed the door behind her. For just a moment, Joe stood by the door and Nicky sat on the edge of the tub and they didn’t even look at each other.

“I’m sorry”, Joe said, finally. “I’ve ignored it, I’ve ignored you and I’m sorry.”

Nicky stood. He gently took both of Joe’s hands in his own and held them. He searched for something to say, but in every language he knew there was nothing he could say that would make this hurt any less.

“I love you”, he said, instead. “And I don’t want you to hurt when I’m gone.”

Joe embraced him in a hug and they stood there for a long time. Nicky wasn’t sure how long, but it did make him feel better.

“I’ve been thinking”, Joe pulled back enough to have a look at him. “Do you remember what you said, that first night?”

“I don’t think I understand, Joe…”

Joe led him back to the tub and sat down. Nicky did the same. Joe grabbed his hand as soon as he did and pulled out his phone. He only held it, though.

“The first night we spent together. We talked about our families and you told me about the girl you’d marry. Do you remember?”

Nicky pulled his hand away.

“I am not leaving you!”

Joe was quick to grab his hand again and Joe’s soft fingers calmed his raging heart, if only a little.

“I don’t expect you to. Listen to me, please”, Joe spoke Italian now. Despite the 1000 years that had passed, he still spoke with a slight accent. It was barely audioble, but it was Joe. It was his Joe.

“You told me you didn’t want to marry her”, Joe continued, still in Italian. Nicky suspected it was to make sure Nile didn’t understand if she stood just outside the door, and to make Nicky feel a little more at home. It worked. “You told me the only thing you’d want from that marriage was children. Do you remember?”

Nicky’s heart beat so hard in his chest now that it physically hurt. They had agreed years ago that it wasn’t going to work with children. Even before Booker, they had both decided they didn’t want to outlive their children. Hell, they hadn’t even adopted a puppy for the same reason and that often happened to normal people.

“I’ve been in contact with a social worker”, Joe said, as Nicky slowly sat down next to him again. “And she has a little girl we could have. She only wants to meet you, that’s all.”

“Joe…”

“I mean it, Nicky. I want this and I know you want this.”

Nicky thought for a second and squeezed Joe’s hand.

“Okay.”

The office was brightly lit and had a bunch of kids’ drawings on the walls. It smelled faintly of the flowers in a bouquet by the window. The walls were yellow and the furniture was white. Scattered on the floor, there were toys and stuffed animals.

“You must be Joe”, the woman by the desk stood and held out her hand. “We spoke on the phone.”

Nicky watched as Joe took her hand. She was elderly and had a very kind face. Her hair was pulled up in a neat hairdo.

“And this must be Nicky”, the woman said, when she turned to shake Nicky’s hand. “I’m Rose. I’ve heard you’re interested in getting a little girl?”

Nicky nodded with a bright smile on his lips. He felt silly, but he hadn’t been this happy for a very long time. Since Andy lost her immortality, it had been difficult to find something to keep them going.

“We have a three year old here. Her name is Ava and she is born here in the States. Would you like to sit?”

Nicky and Joe sat by her desk. She offered them coffee and talked to them, asking questions and telling them about Ava. Nicky was about to burst, when she finally asked when they wanted to see her. The woman left the room and Nicky turned to Joe. Joe looked just as happy as Nicky felt.

“I can’t believe we’re going to meet her”, Nicky took Joe’s hand, holding it for a moment.

The woman returned just a few minutes later, with the little girl resting on her hip. Ava had black, kinky hair and big, chestnut eyes. She wore a bright pink dress and a pair of white shoes. She also held a stuffed pony almost as big as herself. She was perfect.

Nicky quickly stood when Rose walked inside the room and let the little girl down on the floor. She held the pony close to her chest and looked up at Nicky with wide eyes. He crouched next to her and waved his hand, just a little.

“Hello, there”, he said, gently. “I’m Nicky.”

“I’m Ava”, the girl said and held out the pony. “This is Pinky.”

Nicky petted the pony and smiled. Joe joined him on the floor and greeted the girl.

“Should we play?” Nicky sat down and picked up one of the stuffed toys.

They played. Nicky wasn’t sure how long they stayed, but he had a warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest. Ava stood with Rose and waved them off when it was time to leave.

They returned two weeks later and signed all the papers. Ava got to come home with them and she was only the first of many.

“You’re gonna get to meet your aunties now”, Nicky told Ava, as Joe unlocked the door to the safe house. They walked inside and even before the door closed behind them, Nile came running.

“Look at her!” She said and she beamed. “Hello, Ava!”

Ava shyly his her face against Nicky’s shoulder and he laughed gently, petting her back.

“This is Nile”, he told her, but let her hide. “She’s your aunt.”

Slowly, Ava turned back to have a look at Nile. Nile looked as if Christmas had come early.

“Andy is in the kitchen. She’s making dinner.”

Joe gently took Ava from Nicky’s arms, as Nicky undressed. They had gotten her gifts to open as soon as they had eaten and Andy had promised to make her favourite (even though no one but Andy knew what that was) and Nile had made baklava the day before. Even Booker had sent Ava a gift. Nile and Andy kept in contact with him, even though it was “cheating”.

Andy stood by the oven in the kitchen. She had a towel thrown over her shoulder and her hair had grown just below her ears. She had dressed up, because she “had to make a good impression.”

“Aunt Andy”, Joe called, and waved to the woman. Ava did the same, although still shyly. “Look at our daughter!”

When Andy turned around, her cheeks were flushed and she looked just as exciting as Nile, even though she clearly tried to hide it.

“Hi there”, Andy said, as she quickly threw the towel on the counter. She held out her hand, but changed her mind a second later and waved instead. “I’m Andy.”

“My name is Ava”, Ava said with a shy smile and struggled to get down on the floor. Joe let her down.

The table setting was all in pink and blue, except for a big wine glass in yellow plastic. Ava’s name was written in big, circular letters on the glass.

Ava waddled to her seat and Andy helped her up, but then quickly took a step back and sat on the other side of the table. Joe and Nicky quickly joined at the table and Nile came inside ten minutes later with a paper crown and placed it on Ava’s head.

“Welcome home, Ava!” Nile said, as she sat next to Andy. Andy served them all (turned out her favourite was pasta and sauce, even though Nicky didn’t actually believe that).

They ate and Ava slowly began talking and wasn’t as shy as she had when they first arrived. She giggled and ate enough food for a horse. Nicky’s heart hurt, that was just how adorable she was.

“Now”, Joe said, when they had all finished their seconds and thirds. “Ava has to open her gifts!”

Ava turned to him with big, bright eyes.

“I get gifts?” She asked. “Daddy, do I get gifts?”

Nicky laughed softly and nodded as a reply. Joe snuck up behind Ava and picked her up from the chair. She cheered, and they all joined Joe as he walked to the living room.

If there had been a tree and some more lights, it would have looked a lot like Christmas did when they celebrated together. Wrapped gifts littered the room and a banner spelled the words “welcome home!” Just above the television. Ava already sat in the middle of the gifts.

Nile pulled out her phone and snapped a picture and Andy didn’t even tell her off.

“Andy…” Nicky gently touched her shoulder. “We said a few. You’ll spoil her.”

Joe laughed and Nile sat next to Ava on the floor. Ava looked around the room in disbelief.

“Don’t worry, there’s one for you and Joe.”

When Nile gave Ava one of the presents, she quickly ripped the paper and held up a colouring book and pencils Nile had gotten. Nicky and Joe ended up together on the couch and Andy sat in the other corner. She watched Ava with an adoration Nicky hadn’t seen in the woman for decades.

Ava unwrapped another gift. She picked up the plastic sword in both hands and swung it around, as she let out a roar. Nile laughed softly violently she fell to the floor.

“Andy!” Joe complained, but he was quick to join his daughter on the floor. Ava hit Joe with the sword and he immediately dropped to the ground, moaning in pretend pain.

“I’m the princess!” Ava announced, even though the paper crown had slipped from her head. When she had hit both Nicky, Nile and Andy, too (and they had all “died”) Ava returned to the pile of gifts for her.

She unwrapped gift after gift. Ballet shoes. More colouring books. Dolls. Stuffed animals. A tutu (which she quickly pulled on and then hit everyone with the sword again). Enough dresses to dress an army of Girl Scouts.

When there was only one gift left, Ava curled up on the couch with Andy and held it out for her, as if to ask Andy to unwrap it for her. Nicky’s heart melted and he could see just how much it touched Andy. She unwrapped it, slowly, as if she was sure Ava would tear it from her hands again, but she didn’t. Andy pulled a plastic dinosaur from the paper. She held it out to Ava, who shook her head.

“You need a toy, too! We have to play together!”

Andy’s eyes got teary and she quickly pulled one last gift from behind her back. She held out it for Ava.

“It’s for papa and daddy. Would you give it to them?”

Ava nodded and turned to her parents and held out the gift as if it was the most valuable thing she had ever held in her little hands.

“You unwrap it, love”, Nicky said, as he wrapped both arms around Joe. Joe took the gift and unwrapped it. When Nicky saw it, he actually began crying.

Joe held a camera in his hands.

“Don’t cry, daddy!” Ava jumped down from the couch and hugged Nicky and he picked her up from the floor and hugged her right back. Her small body felt perfect against his, as if she was meant to be there. And Nicky knew that she was. She was supposed to be theirs. It was destiny, just like it had been destiny that Joe and Nicky had met.

“Andromache”, Joe’s voice was muffled and broke towards the end of her name. “Thank you.”

Nile flopped down between Joe and Andy, pouting.

“Don’t leave me out. I wanna be mushy and cry, too.”

There was an album, too. Even though there were only two pictures in it, so far, it was beautiful. The first picture was of Ava when she was born (Andy wouldn’t tell how she had gotten it) and the second was Ava’s picture from the adoption site. Nile took a few pictures of the room and then way too many pictures of them all together.

Ava became their little gemstone. She was awfully spoiled and got her first, real sword when she turned thirteen. She wasn’t allowed anywhere near missions, but she trained with her aunties as often as she was allowed.

#the old guard #tog #long post #immortal husbands #fanfiction

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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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