#v loose bc i have no attention span | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

artificialqueens · 5 years

Text

paris in the rain (when i'm with you) (Branjie) - ohhthereuare

AN: Rainy days and comfy clothes. Brooke and Vanessa just being happy and soft.

Inspired by the song “Paris In The Rain” by Lauv which became my official branjie song

This is me getting emotional over B looking soft in her comfy clothes and the fact that V liked the tweet when I sent her this song and said it made me think about branjie. If there’s any possibility that she listened to it and thought about them as well then I am a dead woman Here’s the link, listen to it and feel the vibe https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZELmUooBlY Leave a comment, cry with me if you’d like because these two dumbasses literally own my dumb, drunk heart now Jenna I’m dedicating this thing to you bc you make me so happy and I can’t wait to actually cry and yell into your face in person

AO3

The rain was tapping gently against the windows of the van as the contestants were halfway to the studio for yet another day of stressful challenges. The clouded sky cast a grey glow onto the city, everything seemed to be a little bit more mellow and sleepier than usual. Even the queens were not as chatty, be it stress, unresolved drama or the weather. Vanessa and Brooke occupied their usual spot at the very end of the van, limbs impossibly tangled so no one could really tell when one ended and the other one began. The taller queen had her arms wrapped around Vanessa from the back and was looking out of the window, absently drawing circles with her thumb on her boyfriend’s small palm and placing soft kisses to her temple from time to time. Neither said a word, listening to the comforting murmur of conversation around them and each other’s calm breathing. Vanessa felt so warm and safe, tucked in the crook of Brooke Lynn’s neck, she would have easily said no to the whole show for the day if it meant being able to spend a few more private moments with her man. Especially since Brooke was wearing Vanjie’s favorite outfit- the white hoodie, that always smelled like aired out cigarettes smoke, Brooke’s cologne and a laundry detergent, and her worn-out grey beanie. As lovely as seeing her in tight-fitting pieces was, all put together and so gorgeous it took Vanessa’s breath away sometimes, she liked her best like this. She knew now it was mostly a dancer thing for Brooke, staying slightly uncomfortable and always professional on stage, only to change into comfortable and loose clothing as soon as she was done. She was always so soft like that, all grey and white cotton, sleeves a little too long so she held them in place with her fingers, too much material to show off her toned body but just enough to keep her warm and relaxed. It somehow made Vanessa feel like she knew and understood her better, who she really was as a person behind all the makeup and perfect composure. It made her love her even more.

“You’ve been staring, boo.”

“Hmm?”

“Yeah, for the past ten minutes. You’re not as sneaky as you’d like to believe.”

“Maybe I’m just admiring the view” Vanessa shifted a little to place a small kiss to the spot where Brooke’s jawline dipped towards her neck. She stopped for a moment to press her nose closer, relishing in the smell of her boyfriend being the strongest there. A sweet blooming feeling spilled like hot ginger tea down from her chest and into her bones. She could melt right then and there. “Especially since the view’s all mine to admire.”

A slight pink blush painted Brooke’s cheeks like a summer sunset and she smiled before she reached her hand to adjust her beanie. Vanessa beat her to it, pulling the grey material down her face to cover her eyes. Brooke’s lips briefly parted in surprise and Vanessa captured them in a kiss. She tasted like menthol cigarettes, maple syrup that she had for breakfast with her pancakes, and toothpaste.

“As soon as this shit’s over, and we send both of your asses packing, we’re getting you a room!” A’keria shouted from the front of the van. Shuga and Nina laughed but they were both smiling kindly, excited for their friends’ happiness, even if it was making them nauseous at times.

Maybe on another day they would have shouted something back, a joke or a bit of harmless shade, but today they didn’t care about anybody’s opinions. Vanessa snuggled in closer, her back pressed against the taller queen’s chest, shielded safely by her arms. She noticed absentmindedly how well Brooke’s look went with the weather; looking like rain on the concrete, sipping on coffee with whipped cream, listening to chill indie music, feeling so at peace and like the raindrops separated you from the rest of the world. Vanessa could swear being with Brooke was like sitting in their own bubble with everything else soaking in an icy spring drizzle. Or maybe these feelings were turning her into a sappy piece of ass. Not like she cared much to be honest.

The blurry streets behind the window changed into a well-known by now parking lot. The rain showed no signs of stopping. Brooke sighed heavily, her mouth right next to the shorter queen’s ear so the puff of breath sent chills down the other one’s spine.

“I wish we could just stay like this” One last kiss on the cheek, lingering this time, leaving a ghost of a touch, a squeeze to their intertwined fingers, before she started untangling herself to get up “Too bad I have a crown to win.”

“Oh hoe, feeling confident today, aren’t we, Miss Brooke?” Vanessa laughed, her voice changing from quiet, low and relaxed to her regular rough self. She missed the feel of Brooke’s body instantly but the warmth where they had been touching remained. They started getting out of the van and into the unforgiving weather, Brooke walking first but reaching her hand behind her for Vanjie to grab. It was not much but it was somehow enough.

Brooke was already on her second cigarette in the span of ten minutes, hanging by the balcony’s doors and listening rather than watching the ongoing rain put Los Angeles to sleep. They had an hour left before the PAs made their round around the building making sure all the queens were respectfully in their own beds, like children during summer camp. Vanessa walked into the room silently without knocking, her flip-flops slapping wetly and bare chest pulling Brooke’s attention for a second. She made her way to Brooke’s bed and grabbed the white hoodie that was thrown into a bundle of other clothes before putting in on. The sleeves were way too long but she didn’t bother with rolling them up, instead letting them hang over her wrists and reaching the tips of her fingers. The overall length was too much on her tiny body as well, ending somewhere mid-thigh. She looked exhausted, moves too slow for her usual frantic energy, back hunched and eyelids heavy. Brooke thought she had never looked more beautiful.

The Canadian queen finished her cigarette, putting it down in a small glass of water she kept outside and joined Vanessa on the bed. She left the balcony doors ajar so they could still hear the raindrops swishing calmingly outside.

“I like you in my clothes, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

There was a teasing note in Vanessa’s voice, a promising growl that would normally ignite a fire in both of their bodies if they weren’t this tired.

“Yeah but I like you in everything so…”

They both snickered at how lame that sounded, but neither cared. Brooke was glad she had someone like Vanjie, someone who didn’t make her worry whether she said the right thing or not. She could be herself in her presence and after so many hours of anxiety, keeping yourself in check and watching your every move, it felt like more rewarding than anything she could win. Vanessa laid on her back and Brooke was there beside her propped on her elbow. After a moment she started tracing light patterns over Vanessa’s arms, shoulders, jawline, lips, nose, and closed eyelids. She watched her fluttering, dark eyelashes and how her lips parted with a huff when Brooke brushed her finger against the shell of her ear.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, Papi. The PAs will have to kick your ass out of my bed if they find you here like this.“

“Mmm, yeah, whatever. Now shut up and cuddle me, bitch.”

Brooke laughed but obliged, wrapping herself all over Vanessa’s sleepy frame, arm thrown across her stomach and legs tangled together. She smelled like her own shower gel and Brooke’s hoodie, which was strangely arousing. The shorter queen turned her head and placed a messy, off-center kiss somewhere to the corner of Brooke’s lips. It still amazed her how just simply being with Vanessa made her so happy. It didn’t really matter what they did nor where they were as long as they were together.

“I think it’s time for you to go, you know.” Her heart squeezed painfully when she said it and she hoped Vanessa could hear that in her voice. There was nothing she wanted more than for them to stay like this forever. Maybe only a crown and scepter at their feet would be a nice bonus.

Vanessa sighed heavily before she opened her eyes and rolled onto her side. Brooke only had a moment to register the new fire shining in her eyes before Vanjie put her hand on the taller queen’s jawline and pulled her in for a goodbye kiss. This time her lips were already parted and hungrily possessive, making Brooke keep up with their pace, her fingers tingling with the sudden urge to explore and touch. Their quickened breaths and quiet whimpers mixed up with the sound of raindrops falling outside.

“Miss ya already.”

“You’re literally still in my bed.” Brooke huffed out a laugh but all she wanted to do was to get back to whatever was just happening between them.

“So?”

Vanessa sat up on the bed, still wearing the hoodie and apparently leaving with no intention of giving it back now, took Brooke’s hand for the last time and brushed her lips against the other queen’s knuckles lovingly. The look of pure love in her eyes was almost too much for Brooke to handle. She hoped her own eyes conveyed the same emotion for Vanessa to see before either one of them dared to put it into words.

“Sweet dreams, boo.”

“See you in the morning.”

They never wished for the clouds to clear out and for the sun to rise faster.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #fluff #ohhthereuare #submission

58 notes · View notes

popsidick · 6 years

Text

hc. actions speak louder than words

[ part 1 TBA BCS I FUCKING DELETED THIS ENTIRE PART SO IM GOING TO GO BACK AND REWRITE THIS ANOTHER DAY BUT BASICALLY ITS JUST HENRI AND HIS REPUTATION + HIS ATTITUDE TOWARDS DEATH AND LIVING + HOW HE PROTECTS HSI COMRADES DURING BATTLE VS HOW HES SEEN / EXPECTED TO ACT AND THAT WHOLE SHABANG ]

he p much straight up says im going to use my magic on you, leaves to prepare, and then comes back to do it???

and that’s the most important thing. he goes and prepares. henri takes pride in what he does, and what he does, he is very, very good at. by preparing beforehand, even for something relatively simple, he minimizes the risk of using dark magic and makes the process as safe as it can get, which admittedly with the nature of dark magic isn’t really a lot?? and most people in the shepherds, esp his victims, wouldn’t necessarily agree w/ that bcs of how dangerous it is, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that he is trying to be as safe as possible. when he’s on the battlefield, there is no time for that. no preperation, no precaution; it’s straight up combat magic, meant to kill, to agonize- its not at all a pretty sight, and i dont doubt that if it weren’t for the fact that henri is on their side and that the battlefield leaves little time to sit back and people watch, a lot of people would probably loose their lunch at the sight of his victims. so yeah- there’s a difference between how he hexes his allies and the magic he drops on their enemies. but honestly?? outside of his conversations with his children, which arguably irrelevant considering intsys and their habit of reusing supports- this is p much the only time where we see henry so uncomfortable?? he’s been called out multiple times, “seen” through his bullshit and facades, but he’s always just brushed it off or laughed, or turned the tables on them and saying its just their imagination and they’re just making a big deal out of it?? but here, he literally has nothing to say. he’s genuinely caught so offguard- and really, i dont doubt that no one else has seen this, because henri’s reputation?? and the bias towards him??? the infamous oli.vi.a support is p much the prime example of this. people see what they want to see/expect to see, and during battle v few people have the time or care to people watch when their attention span is limited to themselves, their immediate allies / partners, their enemies, and at times the overall position of the group?? and to be fair, henri’s discrete in explosiveness. he takes such glee in what he does, and he does it with such eagerness and with horrific results and its so obvious that he’s having fun that few people, even the ones he saves, think its anything but henri being henri??? and im sure more than once ppl have taken note and jsut sort of shuddered before forcing themselves back into the mindset of battle bcs damn they’re so glad he missed them?? and they werent caught in the blast? bcs who would think that henri of all people would be trying to keep them safe? and when henri’s in combat, despite being a mage unit, he goes all in. he’s not at all shy about getting up close, about potentially getting injured as he inflicts dozens and dozens of curses on his targets, leaving often with wounds that he doesnt even notice until much, much later. to literally anyone else they’d say he’s suicidal the way he throws himself at the enemy- and honestly, yeah. yeah he is. but its not just that that, its confidence in his ablities. henri doesn’t believe that they can kill him. he has full confidence that he will get to them before they even come close, and if he’s wrong?? well he’s always wanted to die anyway so thats no harm done, right? henri finds amusement in his reputation. its hilarious, that people are so afraid of him. it’s not like he’s that ignorant- he knows he makes people uncomfortable, and he can see the effect he has on them- but its so much fun to play the fool, and to see the disgust on their faces. its not jsut that though?? by doing what he does, by being so superficially honest, he’s keeping himself in denial and hiding from the rest of the world. he cares. he does care. but he doesn’t feel like he can show it. again, referring back to his support w/ libra, when confronted he straight up says maybe you confused some of my mindless slaughter for protection? ?? a defense libra shoots down immediately and to which henri has no reply.

basically what im getting at is that though henri is very vocal in his wish to die and adament on his “creepy” reputation, there are hints of his true intentions, and they come to the forefront in the original world where the children are from and in the before past conversations. once he has his child, as the situation gets more and more dire, especially like in the case w/ severa where his s/o died first and he is all she has left- henri doesn’t necessarily stop his strange habits / interests / way of speaking?? like he still touches on death a lot, is still as bloodthirsty and enamored with dying- its v much who he is, a fundamental part of him that would drastically change his character if removed ( coughs ), but??? at least during battle, he’s long dropped the pretense, at least for his child. there’s no mistaking that he’s protecting them, and there’s no mistaking that though he is still having enjoying the battle, he’s no longer as excessive in his spell use as he used to be and he is much more focused on protecting / covering for his child and allies than he is, as he pretty much was in his younger years, a glass cannon waiting to explode. he also??? has a drastic shift in attitude????? in that while he does embrace death, at that point in time he refuses to die?? because he used to be much more self centered- but his child doesn’t deserve that, and to him, his child is more important than anything else??? more than his own desires, they will always be a priority- and in his child’s original world, he knows that if he were to die, it would be one less protecter, one less person to stand between them and their endless foes-- and that he would be leaving them behind to face the horrors of the world w/o them. and he can’t do that. he isn’t willing to be so selfish, so self absorbed that he would continue to purposefully aim for death when it would bring about such consequences, no matter his own wishes. of course, its inevitable that in the end he would pass as well, but instead of alone and with the casualness of his youth, he breathes his last breath trying to give his child another chance to survive, and i don’t doubt that with his death, he took with him a not insignificant amount of risen, though with grima and the ever constant corpses, in the end it didn’t stop their world’s inevitable fate.

#「 ⧫ 」 headcanon.#gore //#death //#suicide //#suicide ideation //#family //#violence //#ask to tag //#im so fucking salty i accidentally deleted the first half of this meta alskdfj

3 notes · View notes