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new-revenant · 6 months ago

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Alright! Time to share all of what I have of the 4th chapter. It’s not much, but hey, it’s something. Here is the Ao3 link to the other 3 chapters. And unfortunately, the story is on indefinite hiatus because I just. Couldn’t do it ha, got overwhelmed and majorly burnt out. Anyhow, hope you enjoy what I do have. 872 words.

Edit: Opps! Forgot to tag you haha @bianca-hooks123

When Danny woke up, he was surprised at how refreshed he felt. He really hasn’t a good night’s sleep in a while, huh. His body didn’t ache, his left arm finally felt normal, and the bruises he had were gone. If not for still being trapped in his ghost form, he would’ve been having the time of his life!

As he sat up, Danny noticed that his tray of food was unfortunately gone. But, he now had a new tray of food, breakfast edition! It still had the same mix of human and Tamaranean on it, which was nice. His water bottle was refilled, accompanied by a cup of strawberry milk right next to it.

Danny quickly set out to eat all of the food, like eating the dry cereal and then drinking the entirety of the milk right after, as God intended. He didn’t eat as fast as he did last night-er, before he fell asleep. He honestly had no idea what time it was, and couldn’t see a clock nearby. A clock.

Clockwork.

Danny had to stop eating for a moment, trying to calm down the rage that was beginning to simmer. It’ll all be fine, everything back home would be fine, he just needs to pass whatever this test is and punch Clockwork in the face, then he’d be good to go. But what about this universe? Would he be able to go back here? Would he need to? Would he want to?

Danny shook his head, “No time to worry about that,” he muttered to himself, “Just eat your food, and read this note you just noticed was here.”

Danny picked up the note that he must’ve missed because he was too focused on the food. It was not written in English, or had any letters he was familiar with, and he was pretty sure spoken English here was the same as it was in his universe. It was most likely in one of the written languages of Tamaraneans, since everyone-expect Batman-thought he was a Tamaranean.

Danny flipped the note around, hoping for an English translation. The back of the note had more writing, but it was still in Tamaranean. Well that sucked. Now he has to find someone to read the note, and considering the note’s in Tamaranean, it was probably from either Starfire or Nightwing, maybe saying that they were off doing stuff. Even if Danny couldn’t read it, he did have a half-decent intuition!

With a sigh, Danny put the note back down and decided to finish his breakfast. It was so good, definitely better than anything his parents cooked for him. Who would definitely be okay if Nocturn was to be believed. Wait, was Nocturn telling the truth? Danny shook his head again, he had to believe Nocturn, for the sake of his own sanity.

Once Danny finished his food, he got out of the bed, and looked around the infirmary. He noticed three things; one, there was a clock in here and showed that it was 3 o’clock-whether it was AM or PM he didn’t know, two, someone else was in infirmary, and three, there was a box right in front of his bed.

First things first, the person in the bed was someone he hasn’t seen yet, with white, giant wings on their back. They looked they were in pain and was hooked up to something. They were already awake and was looking over at Danny.

“Ah, hello there kid,” they said with a small wave, “I’m Hawkgirl, glad you’re feeling better. Heard you weren’t in such a good state when you came in here.”

“Well, this is the infirmary,” Danny joked, “But I think I just used up too much energy.”

“Didn’t you also fall hundreds of feet from the sky?”

“Wow news spreads fast here huh? I healed pretty quickly from that though.”

“If you count being asleep for two days fast, then yes, you have.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been asleep for how many days?” Danny couldn’t believe it, two days? That means he’s already been gone for…two minutes back home so he probably didn’t need to worry about that.

“You’ve been asleep for two days,” Hawkgirl’s voice held a pinch of sadness as she spoke, “I wish I could convert Earth days to Tamaranean days, but I don’t know the conversion rate. Starfire might, but she’s on-world right now.”

“It’s okay. Also do you um, know how to read this?” Danny showed her his note, “I can’t read.”

Hawkgirl inhaled sharply, with Danny already knowing what she was going to say and he groaned.

“Yeah yeah you don’t know either, it’s fine,” Danny pinched the bridge of his nose, “Uh, newtopicnewtopic…how are you doing? Got injured in a fight?”

“Unfortunately, yes, I have,” Hawkgirl sighed, “This strange, ghost-like creature managed to mess up some of my internal-“

“Wait a minute, er-sorry for interrupting you but did you say ghost? Like the see-through dead guys?”

“I’m unsure, Batman is looking into it. Oh, and he left that box of clothes for you not too long ago.”

“Ah, that’s what the box was for. Well, I’m going to wander around this spaceship-thing until I find a place to change.”

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #ask game #revenant rambles #i still feel bad for not continuing this. But then I remember I am one person with my own life to live and feel a bit better #Danny was going to be wearing an oversized Batman hoodie btw. And in this chapter he was going to hang with Flash and Plasticman #I didn’t remember the part about the ghosts tho. Forgot where I was going with that haha

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xixovart · 3 months ago

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argo2nauts music headcannons because this is too much

the misinformation some of you guys have spread regarding their music taste is insane/hj

(p.s: this is my take on this, if you disagree it’s alright!! it’s just fun and games :D)

(ps2: if any artist/band i mention is problematic please lmk!!)

percy - perseus jackson is a pretty intimidating skater kid with a resting bitch face who is covered head to toe in scars and has his ears pierced. where did the ‘high school musical/disney sitcom’ percy allegations come from. he likes led zeppelin (he canonically has a t shirt in toa if i can remember!!), childish gambino, d4vd, late night drive home, deftones, arctic monkeys, and chase atlantic.

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annabeth: this is a bit harder.. i think her music taste is either extremely varied or only listens to one album on repeat until her ears bleed. for my sanity i’m going with the former. i think she’d cry over boygenius and mitski (for obvious reasons) and i think she’d like sombr and famous 70/80s guys like queen, david bowie, ac/dc, the smiths ofc. and such. also mac demarco and phoebe bridgers!!!!”!?

fav song -

grover underwood - ADRIANNE LENKER!!!!!: THERE IS NOT A DOUBT IN MY MIND ABOUT IT. all of her songs suit him in one way or another. he needs to be seen more i love him to death. underrated man fr. also late night drive home, beach house, dream ivory, the smiths, queen, cas, WAVE TO EARTH!!!!!

fav song -

i know what youre thinking. “mali, will you ever shut up about this song?” answer is no. i will not.

piper mclean - CHAPPELL ROAN CHAPPELL ROAN IS HERRSSSS??? CASUAL? GOOD LUCK BABE???? HERS!!!! honorable mention: girl in red because don’t forget your roots. also madds buckley MAYBE? idk. also probably cas 🤷‍♀️

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nico - oh my beloved. he’d definitely listen to italian music when he misses bianca/maria but idk any italian artists so… for now we’re going with english music. and also very specific turkish song: m. by anil emre daldal because will. i’m thinking mitski, roar, mac demarco, OBVIOUSLY SUFJAN STEVENS??? cults, alex g, grimes, also very specifically: cupid by jack stauber? MAYBE conan gray… idk. and also definitely nirvana and guns n roses

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i heard this song while thinking of him and my heart SHATTERED guys do not make the same mistake i did.

hazel - i?? don’t know? really uhh… probably gracie abrams or adrianne lenker? phoebe bridgers, beach house?? soft rythm/music, deep/depressing lyrics. maybe tnbh but DEFINITELY current joys and adrianne lenker

(yes i made these first songs a rainbow on purpose (not rlly..) shut up i thought it’d be funny)

also this is her favorite song because it reminds her of nico and maybe marie, specifically the first lines!! (marceline [nico], is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?)

frank zhang - MAC DEMARCO!! BEACH HOUSE!! TV GIRL!! CONAN GRAY!! MONTAN FISH!! GANG OF YOUTHS!! also his grandmother liked to listen to songs in mandarin and he likes remembering her so he constantly listens to 茉莉花 (Mòlìhuā) and uhh if you have any other old mandarin songs lmk :D!! and honorable mention: it almost worked by tv girl

fav song -

because it was his mother’s favorite song

jason grace - this is difficult.. like very. i don’t think he’d listen to music very much and it’s getting hard to not keep repeating artists. rmcm maybe? laufey, probably.. he listens to pretty much everything his friends to. he’s very flexible when it comes to music :)

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will solace - controversial maybe but i don’t think he’d like taylor swift very much.. no problem with her but i’d just like to see more variety in will’s music taste hcs. i think he’d love mac demarco (he’s been mentioned lke 8 times by now but he really is will’s favorite artist), tv girl, beach weather, the smiths, chappell roan, current joys, vacations, lemon demon, sufjan stevens, boygenius. conan gray, specifically summer child because it was written for him (i would know conan told me), and obviously the entirety of the mamma mia soundtrack. because it’s will.

fav song -

from the same album as nico because symbolism and that entire song is for them and tyem only (and also achicleos)

leo valdez - MY BELOVED!! very specifically the spanish part in stress relief (si puedes venir conmigo, amor, yo te enseño todo lo que hay. pq me tratas asi?? como no soy nadie ITS VALGRACE GUYS!!) uhh also chappell roan.. and your best american girl by mitski. and the smiths and queen and pavement. and lemon demon, the strokes, the cure.. maybe nirvana? and the front bottoms

fav song -

ok thats it im lagging so hard bye

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lifenconcepts · 5 months ago

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AN ABSOLUTE TON OF BARNACLES HEADCANONS !!!

Some more barnacles headcanons (I scraped the absolute hell out of my brain scraps to figure out some new ones tbh) HOPE YOU ENJOY !! @idiedtwicebitch

His shoes have special gripping features at the bottom so he can walk or even run on ice without worrying about falling (also doesn’t slip if he’s out with his bare paws out cuz his claws and fur help keep a steady grip).

Has broken a vase before and became incredibly guilty afterwards and so tends to be very careful around fragile objects, in his mind, he’s like a bull in a china shop.

Probably wears his boots to sleep as it brings him comfort and allows him to be up in the blink of an eye should a sudden alert sound.

Is quite a light sleeper and can be awoken by simply being in the same room as him.

Whenever he must make notes on some mission, he tends to mindlessly doodle his crew in the margins. Sometimes sketches the creatures he saw too.

Probably sees his bed as a sacred spot and doesn’t allow others to go on it but if someone like Peso come over in a worried state he lets them sit on his bed.

Is great at comforting others from nightmares or night terrors (as he has experience) and gives the best cuddles and advice for whoever wants to entrust him with such a vulnerable topic.

As a kid used to chew on graphite. It seems funny and like something he miiight do.

Is very intolerant to sour things and often makes a scene if his food or drink have even the tiniest amount of lemon or lime.

Is alright with spices but likely doesn’t really enjoy them.

Hides matches from Kwazii, just in case.

Sometimes likes to go up to trees after a mission/if free and just scratch his back against them, having been caught in the act a few times xD.

Can juggle and sometimes juggles rocks just to make sure he doesn’t forget the talent.

Taught the vegimals how to make paper from scratch and sometimes supplies the crew’s stash for drawing/crafts purposes.

Knows quick math but uses the grid method for any number equations over 1000.

His fur can get matted quite easily and so he spends time out of each day to carefully brush it out, avoiding any naturally occurring sticky substances such as tree sap or honey.

Keeps some medical supplies in a cookie tin under his bed so if he ever gets seriously hurt he can deal with his injuries himself. Doesn’t like to ask others for help or bother our already stressed Peso.

When he can’t sleep he sometimes looks out the window at the nocturnal sea creatures or at rare occasions goes out for a quick swim.

Likes the sound his claws make when scratching glass but doesn’t get the opportunity to do it all that much. Does always volunteer to dispose of unneeded glass for Tweak so he can have a little fun before it gets recycled.

Bianca gave him a rubber duck when he was a child and he doesn’t have the heart to throw it away or put somewhere to rot so he sometimes just takes a bath with a rubber ducky (I have no idea if they have a bathroom in their octohome but oh well. New head cannon: they have a bathroom with a toilet, bathtub, shower, sink, and a bunch of shelves for everyone’s stuff. Kwazii just has a 4 in 1 soap bottle, Dashi has a ton of different brands and variety of products, Tweak just has their personal shampoo and body wash, Shellington is insistent on having conditioner to keep his fur nice and soft, Peso just preens but at times uses just water to freshen up, and Barnacles tends to forget to restock his soap and shampoo so he tends to just borrow other people’s stuff secretly - but does make sure to always keep their preferred brands and items in fu stock.)

Has a magnifying glass he sometimes uses when on a solo mission, being inspired by a few of his favourite movie heros.

Forgets they have a fridge and often needs the vegimals to remind him to eat, yet as he’s in charge of most the supplies going in and out of the octopod, he keeps a list of everything they need and does a monthly check up to make sure everyone has their preferred meals and snacks- often forgetting his own favourites.

Has an irrational’ fear of long cables and nets after getting tangled in them when he was a young cub/on one of his solo adventures.

Has a small pocket on his jacket which he keeps a little notebook with a pen in at all times.

Sometimes insists others wear gloves when handling things but himself struggles to put them on for his paws are incredibly furry, and he refuses to cut the fur because he believes he looks more approachable and kind with big mittens for hands rather than others seeing his exposed claws and individual ‘fingers’.

Has a few signs he sometimes puts on his door to announce to others passing by if he wishes to not be disturbed or if he’s fine with being bothered.

Has a steady hand and despite being a bit uncomfortable, he isn’t afraid of needles and has had a few moments where he had to use one on himself to give himself some medication before.

He tends to squint from habit as when he was a cub the snow often reflected a lot of light and so to avoid going blind had to close his eyes almost completely.

Really enjoys the Antarctic nights which last for months.

After eating he always sneaks himself a few toothpicks to keep his teeth nice and clean.

Is probably one of the only ones who know how to use the octopod’s washing machine apart from tweak and inkling.

Doesn’t believe in much superstitions but loves to find good omens (same as Shellington (also head canon))

Makes himself a flowery perfume and wears it on inactive days so if he spends a lot of time in close proximity with the crew they won’t get scared from him, or atleast be comforted by the scent.

If/when he draws himself, he usually adds very cute and sweet eyes to his face and draws a heart or star around his head.

Is surprisingly good at making soup and has practice with cooking it for all the others, but usually lets the vegimals do most of it (when a day has been busy he sometimes finds himself wanting to make some food for others and even as the vegimals insist he should rest he sometimes makes personal meals for each of his crew friends).

Keeps fake flowers in his room so it feels like there’s some life and as he forgets to water real ones usually.

Is very serious when it comes to the almost monthly check on any medical machinery in the octopod and insists on changing anything out a few weeks before their expiration date.

Keeps a few jars of jam hidden away in his room that he and Biance make almost every year, as it helps them bond and is a tradition they had since they are little cubs. His favourite jam is probably blackcurrant, with cherry and raspberry being tied in second place.

Occasionally watches recordings of the crew on the monitor in his room, especially after a nightmare or if he’s feeling a bit down.

Had a bracelet from practically every single one of the crew and despite rarely wearing them (to not damage them) he holds them dear to him and keeps them on his bedside table. Dashi made him one out of string, Peso and Kwasii made him one out of beads, Shellington’s is from shells, and tweak gave him a rusty bolt from their first octopod. He loves each of their gifts.

Is quite sensitive to insults and often carries the weight of them long after they’ve passed.

At times helps Peso preen his feathers.

Carries around a hand fan almost everywhere he goes in case his head or paws get too warm.

His belt has an option of straightening into a stiff material and acts as a sword, part of the underside also sharpened just in case he needs to use it.

Can’t help himself around big red buttons (but who can? XD)

Offers a cup of tea or hot cocoa to anyone in his presence for longer than 2 minutes.

Has a safety pin on his jacket (iykyk)

Has a dream catcher above his bed.

Keeps a picture of each of the Octonauts in his bedside table.

worries about squishing others whenever he hugs them

Has a small statue of a white dove in his room.

Has made a plushie of himself with some of his fur inside it for Peso to help comfort him from any nightmares he may experience.

#Octonauts #octonauts barnacles #captain barnacles #headcanon #headcanons #my headcanons #head canon #headcannon #facts #i love him #so much #my babygirl #my pathetic loser #A sorrow little man #silly goober #oh I adore him #pinned post #pinned intro #pinned info

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royal-chandler · 1 month ago

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written for @caressthosecheekbones , who requested some more kid fic from what has affectionately been titled the Biancaverse. here lies a tropey getting-into-trouble-at-school tale.

hope you enjoy it, friend! ✨

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“I’m sorry, you want to file an appeal?”

“Yes,” Bianca says, parking herself on a stool at the kitchen island, sitting across from her parents and in front of her snack of strawberries and almond butter biscuit sandwiches that’s been awaiting her. She crosses her arms and pokes out her chin defiantly, clarifies, “because I don’t believe that I should be in trouble or have to go to after-school detention tomorrow.”

“Well now I see why it took you a minute to put your backpack away and join us, counselor,” Alex responds, careful to limit himself to only an amused smile. Every day his kids come up with hysterical Emmy-worthy material and it’s balancing on a taut parental tightrope, to not oppress their self-expression and feelings while also discouraging misbehavior. He glances to where Henry is standing right next to him and has his arms loose around their toddler son who is perched on the island. “We are in for some truly epic teen years, Henry. And what’s scary is that she’s got a pupil to teach all her techniques to. Please cover your ears, Artie.”

“Why?” Arturo asks, munching on a piece of mango out of a small bowl of fruit salad, sticky-fingered and bambi-eyed. He’s an easygoing child with a matchless sweet tooth and clearly would rather not have to busy his hands with anything other than his food.

“Because I’m terrified of two-headed monsters,” Alex answers under his breath at the same time Bianca wittingly cuts in, “I can just tell him about it when he’s older, Papi.”

“Darling, you do not have to file an appeal with us,” Henry says warmly, his gaze filled with an evergreen open affection. He prompts, “What do we always remind you of?”

“That I can talk to you about anything,” Bianca recites.

“And?”

“You’ll always listen.”

“Forever and ever, little love,” Henry swears. “No matter what it is. We always want to hear from you. Alright?”

At this, Bianca’s mouth trembles into a frown and it’s Alex’s heart breaking right in front of him. She’s been upset since they picked her up from the principal’s office, moody and angry—she’d marched up the stairs to her room immediately upon arrival—but this is different. This is his brilliant and caring daughter with tears gathering in her eyes, her arms unfolding and her hands now wringing, buckets of nerves spilled all over her. Alex had no idea how badly she was taking it and it chills him behind his ribs. “Oh, Binky, come here. Binks, mija, talk to us.”

Bianca climbs down from the stool and walks over to fit in the middle of her dads. Amazingly, at six, she’s speeding up to their height. She’s no longer the doll-sized baby that would lie between them in bed, reluctant to sleep and showing off her first smiles and laughs, deeply invested in keeping her dads as wide awake as her at two in the morning. Now, she’s taller than his midsection as she nestles into his side, her voice breaking up with cries.

“I don’t understand wh—why I’m in trouble! You guys always say how wrong bullying is and Jack was being really mean to Devon and making fun of him because he’s…he’s small and has to go to the other room to get extra help for his math lesson.” Frustration triggers a gale-strong sigh out of her. She wipes hastily at her face, clearing her cheeks. “I did what I was supposed to. I asked him to stop and he wouldn’t and I didn’t like it.”

“Binky, you okay?” Arturo checks in softly, looking on and his eyes wide with concern. Abandoning his snack, he reaches out, grabby hands in the air and trying to twist out of Henry's arms and ready to hurl himself off the island to get to her. “Binky.”

Bianca unglues herself from Alex and when Henry brings Arturo down closer to her, she hugs him and assures him that she’s okay and it's okay, Artie, placing a buzzing kiss on his crown of curls and getting him to giggle.

Immediately, Alex gets it and looking over at his husband, he sees the realization mirrored there as Henry gets Arturo back, hoisting their son on his hip.

Bianca had acclimated to being a sister smoothly, like a switch flipped on. She was over the moon when they’d first told her a new baby was on the way, offering to give away half of her toys and even her treasured purple bubble bath soap. She was so attentive the day Arturo came home from the hospital, holding him with help from Henry and pledging to take care of him forever. That vow has never once wavered in the past two and half years. Like every other sibling of humankind, she gets annoyed and mad; the two of them fuss over very superficial shit but she’s always been Arturo’s fiercest protector. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that she’s become another kid’s stalwart defender.

“Bianca Fox Claremont-Diaz,” Henry begins, his tone and smile gentle with her, his fingers delicately lifting her face. Alex is awed by the sight, sweetly aches at the tableau of his three loves and the perfect, so right image of Henry as a father. “Kit, we adore every bit of you and your big heart. We especially love that you look out for others. Yes, bullying is wrong and I’m happy that you remembered that. But how we respond to bullying matters.”

“I asked him to quit it, Daddy,” Bianca argues, sniffling.

“And that’s the right thing to do, absolutely,” Alex reiterates, encouraging. “And when you do that and it still doesn’t work, that’s when you involve your teacher. I know she wasn’t on the playground right that second but you could have waited until you saw her to report Jack. It wasn’t nice to push him, Bianca. Our actions have an impact and sometimes it’s different than what we wanted to happen. He could’ve gotten seriously hurt and you wouldn’t want that, right?”

It’s not instantaneous, Bianca goes through some wordless deliberation, emotions flitting across her face, but she mumbles out a short and quiet, “No.”

Running a hand over her hair, Alex says, “We’re not mad at you but we’re not exactly thrilled about that part. That can’t happen again, baby. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I understand,” she replies, nodding. “I’m sorry.”

“We know but now you have to make sure that your teacher knows and that Jack knows,” Alex tells her. “And you do have to attend detention because that’s the school’s rules and I think it’s a fair response.”

“Thirty minutes is a lifetime,” Bianca mopes.

“Thirty minutes is a cartoon episode on the Disney Channel, Binks. You will survive.”

“If you say so.”

“And then at some point soon we’re going to sit down and have dinner with Jack and his parents to talk about what happened and how we can prevent it in the future.”

“For real? Papi!”

“Them’s the breaks, kiddo,” Alex says, channeling his mother to his mini edition. “Honestly, it’ll be pretty awkward but it also might turn out okay. Maybe you and Jack can end up being friends and come to an understanding. You never know.”

Personally, Alex doubts it—the kid sounds like an exceptional jerk—but he can’t always tell Bianca what she wants to hear. That pesky parental tightrope.

Bianca scoffs anyway. “I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Perhaps we aim for cordial then, hmm?” Henry suggests, princely and pragmatic. “That’s doable, yes?”

“I’ll try,” Bianca agrees, just as sensibly.

“That’s all we’ll ever ask, sweetheart.”

“…and that you don’t give a future lecture on appeals to your brother.”

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#firstprince #rwrb #rwrb fic #my fic #bianca!verse #kid fic #alex x henry #red white and royal blue

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yourmidnightlover · 2 years ago

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nevermore…

chapter 2: research

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: you uncover things about yourself and where you got your powers from.

warnings: a bit of fluff, talking about/another panic attack kinda thing, xavier is a simp as usual, i think that’s it?

a/n: i’m so sorry, some of the tags for the list aren’t working! i’m also sorry that it took so long to get this out! i just want to make sure everything is as good as i want it to be. it’s not proofread very well, but i was able to skim it. anyway, if you want to be added to the taglist feel free to message me or comment on this post :)

chapter 1 here

your dad died when you were young. three, to be exact. at the ripe age of 31 your father took his own life. perhaps that’s what made your mother so temperamental, losing your father.

because you were so young when he passed, you never really learned to miss him. how do you miss someone you don’t remember? your mom boxed away all photos of him and doesn’t mention him very often at all. perhaps that was so you wouldn’t ask any questions, or maybe it was because she was angry with him leaving.

sometimes you wonder what he looked like, if you looked like him. maybe he would have loved you. but, if he loved you then why did he leave? he wouldn’t have.

to be honest, there was always the option of googling his name to see what would pop up. maybe he was some tortured genius. maybe he was an artist or at least someone who loved his child.

maybe you preferred the mystery.

you were used to being alone and not having someone. you weren’t used to someone trying to make you comfortable. you weren’t used to someone making you a priority. you weren’t used to someone being around. being there.

maybe the feeling was growing on you.

“how was your first day?” yoko asked as she seemed to be making her bed for the night. “sorry we didn’t get to spend much time together, i guess our schedules just don’t match up.”

“oh that’s alright,” you assured her as you finished unpacking your half of the room. “it was… good? i kept running into that xavier guy.”

“ahh,” she chuckled as she plopped down on her bed.

“what’s ‘ahh’ for?” you stopped hanging up your clothes to face her. “what’s that mean?”

“just means ‘ahh’,” she continued to laugh at your reaction. after hearing you sigh, she continued, “xavier thorpe doesn’t normally engage with people. ‘loner’ type, remember?”

“i remember,” you nodded, picking up another shirt and putting it on your hanger. “so… so when he insists on being my dance partner, what does that mean?”

she laughed heartily this time, “that means he probably has the hots for you.”

you remained quiet. it didn’t make much sense for him to want to get to know you even in the slightest. you didn’t know him and there was no doubt in your mind that there was nothing special enough about you to draw someone as hot of a commodity as xavier to want to be near you. of all people, it was you.

“yea, whatever,” you laughed with her, hoping she was merely joking about his possible interest in you. “i’m sure he has a few girls lining up at his door, being the tortured artist of nevermore and everything.”

“he used to date bianca, the ‘it’ girl,” she got comfortable in bed, shuffling underneath her blankets and pillows. “not anymore. other than that there really isn’t anyone that any of us know about.”

“what happened between them?” you asked as you finally closed your closet, getting your own bed ready for you to go to sleep.

she took a deep breath, “well, she’s a siren. and rumor has it that he couldn’t trust that his feelings for her were real. again, simply a rumor,” she shrugged as she began to hug one of her pillows.

“hmm,” you shut off the light and got in bed.

maybe tomorrow you would learn more about his need to know you. maybe you would somehow understand it. but, this wasn’t the point of coming to nevermore.

you couldn’t get off track so early. you needed to make your mom proud. you needed to go back home and live your life normally like you had before this entire mess. so you can leave magic and powers and abilities behind you.

“goodnight, yoko,” you said only loud enough to ensure she could hear you.

“goodnight, y/n.”

the next morning you woke up feeling more rested than you expected. you were anticipating a sore body and tired eyes but you were only welcome with the dim light from outside peaking through your window.

“it’s saturday,” yoko informed you. “a few of us are going into jericho to get some fresh, not-nevermore-flavored air. i think you should come with us!”

“when are you guys leaving?” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you sat up in bed, clad in only your little nightgown.

“about an hour?” yoko had finished brushing out her hair before plopping down at her desk.

you stepped out of bed to stretch before you heard a knock at the door. yoko got up to answer it, you could only see her smile from the door covering whoever this person was.

“is she coming?” you heard the familiar voice ask in a rushed, trying to be hushed, manner. “is she even awake yet?”

“oh, she’s awake,” she stepped out of the way to let none other than xavier walk inside of your room.

you stood there, now crossing your arms as he simply smiled at you from the door. “good morning,” he seemed extremely happy.

“mhmm,” you went into your closet to grab some clothes and shut it, walking into the bathroom to change.

you heard their muffled talking from inside the bathroom.

“dude,” yoko’s voice rang out. “what the hell?” she was chuckling, her voice very lighthearted.

“what?” his voice rose an octave as he responded. “maybe i just wanna spend more time with her?”

“but why?”

“because…” you heard pacing.

“what about her is so intriguing to you?” she chuckled once more, this time humorlessly.

“you do know there are some things you don’t need to know, yoko,” his voice seemed cocky, joking in a manner.

once you came out, now fully clothed, xavier was now sitting on yoko’s bed as she continued to write, you didn't know what, on her desk. this would be your first outing in the town, and you were only hoping for it to not go terribly. avoiding all gazes and stares would be the goal of this little excursion, and you could only pray it would go as planned.

it wasn’t even a half hour later when you and a bunch of other students were boarding a shuttle bus to jericho. the drive was shorter than you expected, which made you feel better about the school’s surroundings. you were terrified of feeling as though you were isolated from the entirety of the outside world.

“your first outing in jericho has to be perfect,” xavier insisted as he began to walk with you down the rather ordinary street. perhaps you expected something more… nevermore-y. “Which is why i think we should go to weathervane first, my treat, of course. they have pretty decent coffee there."

"oh, coffee," you groaned with excitement as you continued down the small streets. "where's everyone else going?" you pointed behind you where everyone else began walking.

he looked behind him as they began their tread towards the library, "ahh, doing some research at the library i guess."

"i should probably be doing some of that too, research," you clarified. since you were coming into the school already late, you had some work you had to catch up on. you had plants to research, potions to memorize and reading to do. "i'm a bit behind."

"i can help with that," he smiled as you turned to face him, a grin that didn't take up his face but merely told you he would enjoy the time. "i'm kinda top of the class, aside from bianca, of course.”

"hmm," you nodded. you were top if your class back in the normal high school, but things were clearly run differently around here. “i might need that help if i’m being honest.”

his eyes continued to look back at his friends who entered the library. you weren’t sure why he was so interested in the fact that they needed to do whatever research interested them, but he was. perhaps you should’ve been a bit more interested in his interest in their interests.

regardless, the coffee at the weathervane was delicious. xavier ordered what you had ordered, which was a simple vanilla macchiato, and claimed to like it as well. back home, you had truly enjoyed coffee of all sorts. you even had an espresso machine that you treated as careful as you would a child.

“do you know if there’s anyone that could help me?” you spoke bravely as he walked with you to the antique store. “like with the mind stuff?”

“telekinesis?” he offered the proper word for it.

“and i think telepathy too,” you added before glancing up at the tall man. “i can sometimes read minds. it’s just that i have no control over any of it. it scares my m-people. it scares people.”

he looked back down as your eyes began tracing the sidewalk, “my roommate has telekinesis. i can see if he knows much about it if you’d like?”

“has he always had it?” you were dying to know more. you mostly just wanted to know why your powers only started now, rather than when you were born. “his powers? mine started a few months ago for no reason and… i need some answers.”

“i think he was born with it,” he shrugged apologetically. “if you need help learning to control it, i might be able to help. my art, i can make it come to life. it took me a while to be able to control it, and sometimes it still gets out of hand, but i can definitely try to help.”

“why would you do that?” you stopped walking and tugged on his jacket, forcing him to stay with you. “why are you so adamant on-on helping me? you don’t even know me.”

“i could know-or i could get to know you,” his brows rose as if he was trying to convince you. “you could call it a hunch.”

“is that why it was so easy for you to help me the other day?” you knew your eyes held desperation for his answer. they were pleading. your mom always told you that your eyes held all of your emotion. “because you have good instincts?”

“yea,” he nodded as he let his eyes dart all over your face. “maybe that’s why.”

with a nod and a sigh, you grasped onto the fabric of his jacket to lead him back down the sidewalk, as if you knew where you were going. he grasped your hand to lead you to the inside of the sidewalk before continuing the walk to uriah’s heap.

“y’know,” he began as you searched the odd store. “you’ve barely decorated your room. how about we go to one of the good thrift stores here and revamp your room, pun intended.”

“revamp, haha,” you smiled as you looked at stuffed roadkill on a shelf. “i don’t have the money. i didn’t really expect to come here so soon and my mom hasn’t been able to-“

“i’ll pay,” he insisted as he gently grasped your shoulder. “i want to. my dad gives me this allowance type thing. i think it’s to subside his own guilt for never talking to me, but you might as well benefit from it.”

“i can’t,” you refused as you walked away and down a different isle.

“it’s really not a big deal!” he insisted with a smile as he followed you down the rows. “i have it but i don’t want it. please let me help you? i want this place to feel more comfortable for you.”

“i don’t want to get comfortable,” you rephrased as you slammed a trinket back down on its shelf. this place isn’t supposed to be home for you. you don’t need to ‘get comfortable’ because you should be leaving as soon as you can. as soon as it’s safe for you to be in public. “and i don’t want to be some charity case for you.”

“that’s not-“

“i want to leave now,” you promptly walked out of the shop and took a deep breath of the fresh air.

“hey,” his hand pressed gently against your back. “i didn’t mean to upset you. i just want you to know that we all want you here. i want you here. i want to help you.”

“i don’t want to be your charity case,” you argued back as you took another step forward so he would remove his hand.

“you aren’t, you aren’t,” he assured you as he rose his hands.

you felt your breath picking up, your heart began to rapidly beat. “xavier, it’s…” you breathed out. “it’s gonna happen. my head, it’s-“

“okay, remember what i said,” he took this moment to hold onto your hands. “breathe and focus on something, anything.”

“can i-look at me?” you breathed out. “or you look at me. i need to…” his hands went to your face now, cupping it gently. you held onto his arms.

“let’s get somewhere more private, yea?” you nodded as you looked into his eyes once more. he guided you to an alley right around the corner. “in, two, three, four…” he guided your breathing.

“i’m,” you sighed as your grasp on his arms tightened. “i’m okay. my head just… it hurts now.”

“let’s go, yea?” he nodded with you as he wrapped an arm around your waist. you rested your head on his shoulder as he led you to a shuttle bus.

“this is the second time i’ve nearly had a breakdown around you,” you sighed as he helped you off the shuttle. “that has got to be a record or something.”

“what do you say we try to work on controlling those powers if yours?” he paused before looking down at you with a smile.

“i um,” you paused while thinking. “i found an old shed that weems is letting me fix up. maybe we could practice there? i mean, we would need to fix it up a bit more as we go, but-“

“that sounds great,” he agreed as he let you lead the way. “so we have to fix it up, huh?”

“well, yea,” you said as if it were obvious. “i might even let you use it as an art studio, as long as i can still go there whenever i please,” you said smugly as you dragged on his coat sleeve once more. “i already have some pretty cool plans for the place! i mean i haven’t written anything down yet, but it’s all up here,” you used your free hand and tapped your temple.

“well, tell me what to do, and i’ll do it,” he didn’t even know what he was getting himself into.

“ahh, the perfect guy,” you sighed as you led him through the woods to the shed you had already cleared out.

once you opened the shed, a breath of relief flew through you. you sat on the concrete floor and insisted he sit beside you by patting the ground. he took your queue with a smirk, his long legs crossing underneath one another into a cross-cross applesauce position.

“lots of potential,” he nodded as he watched your face glow with creativity.

“i know,” you smiled for once. “i can’t wait to get to the good stuff in here. it’s gonna be great! i was thinking about stringing some lights along the trims up top,” your hands motioned to what you were talking about. “and maybe even mrs. thornhill would let us borrow some non-carnivorous plants to help decorate! and then some nice vines trailing along with the lights…” now both of your hands were motioning towards the ceiling. “and your art could decorate the whole place! and then a few chairs, or maybe even beanbags for the aesthetic, with a nice, antique table for your art supplies and then a few easels for your art! it’ll be wonderful.”

“have you done this before?” he chuckled at how eager you were. “you seem so excited about it all. it’s cute.”

“i used to help my mom restore things,” you nodded before simply picking at your own nails. “my grandmother used to do that with her, and her mom with her… you get the point.”

“that’s nice,” he grabbed one of your hands to stop your picking. “so you and your mom are close?”

“we… we were,” you let your fingers intertwine with his in a moment of weakness. “she’s a bit indifferent about my new abilities. i dunno why… but i never really knew my dad. he died when i was young. so it’s always just been me and her. now, it’s just me, i guess.”

“i’m sorry,” both his hands cradled your own. “i’m honored that you’re letting me help, though,” he was interrupted by his phone ringing. “i’ll be right back.”

he stepped outside for a few minutes to take the call. you simply waited for him with your head thrown back against the walls of the shed. you hadn’t told anyone about your dad. your mom barely even talked about him. you never knew why.

“sorry, that was yoko,” he entered the shed once more. “they’re all on there way back, and they have some information for you, about telekinesis.”

“is that what they were doing at the library?” he nodded. “what’d they find out?”

“i dunno yet, mystery,” he smiled. “but we’re about to find out,” he grasped your hand and helped you off the floor.

once leading you through the school and to a statue of edgar allen poe, he simply snapped twice. the statue moved to the side, revealing a spiral staircase leading to some sort of secret library. his hand remained in yours the entire way.

“hey!” yoko greeted with an eager wave. “so, we went searching for some things for you… regarding telekinesis. of course, we had to go to the library in jericho but that’s only because they have this secret-anyway we found some information!”

“okay,” you nodded as you got to the bottom of the staircase. “what is it?”

“well,” yoko began to explain. “there has only been one other person who became telekinetic throughout their life. turns out, it happens when the life around you most needs it.”

“who was this only other person?” you wondered out loud.

“his name was john y/l/n,” kent, a siren, informed you.

your face went blank. it can’t be. there’s no fucking way that your father had these powers. why was your mother so frightened of you if your father had the same gifts?

“that’s my…” you felt tears in your eyes.

“what is it?” xavier’s hand held onto your shoulder worriedly. “what’s wrong.”

“that’s my dad.”

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years ago

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https://youtu.be/-KDS_NuXYHI

This is how I’d imagine Andy and jr ngl

Summary: Don't ever ask Andy about his business...

Warnings: Fluff, Girl!Dad Andy, Shady A.J., Cursing, Shenanigans, Brief Talk of Murder, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own.

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You're heading into the kitchen in search of an afternoon snack when you almost collide with your son, A.J. At thirteen-years-old, he's already a good head taller than your 5"2 frame. The boy was growing like a weed – with no signs of slowing down. At this rate he was going to be taller than Andy by the time he hit sixteen.

“Woah!” He , grabbing your arm in an attempt to steady you. “You really gotta start watching how you take those corners, Mom. I really thought you were about to run me over.”

“Sorry, honey. I was on a mission – need something yummy to tide me over until dinner. Preferably something crunchy.” You tell him before shaking off his hold so that you can wrap an arm around his shoulders. “We got anything good in here?”

“Probably not. RoRo ate the last of the potato chips last night.” He answers as he follows you back into the kitchen towards the pantry.

Well, that was disappointing. You’d kind of had your heart set on some salt and vinegar kettle chips. “That’s alright.” Sighing, you begin to rifle through the cupboards.

Maybe you’d munch on a few sourdough pretzel bites instead.

“Looking for the pretzels?”

“Uh huh.” You turn to stare at him over your shoulder. “Why? Don’t tell me those are gone too?”

“Yep.” He confirms. “Dad and KitCat polished ‘em off a couple days ago.”

“Seriously?” You grunt. “But everyone knows that the ones with the honey mustard seasonings are my favorite! And they still ate them?”

Wasn’t family supposed to love you enough not to eat your shit? Wasn’t that, like, a cardinal rule or something?

“Mom…I really hate to break it to you, but…” A.J. leans over to rest his forearms on the island, his expressive hazel eyes dancing with mischief. “We’re living with a bunch of heathens. And at this point, I really think they’re beyond help. They’re way too far gone.”

Now that makes you laugh.

“You’re probably just saying that because they didn’t offer you any.” You’re still chuckling as you decide to try your luck with some hummus and carrots you’d stashed in the back of the fridge.

“They were incredibly rude. Katrina flat out told me that hoped she offended my “delicate sensibilities”.” He grumbles with a snort. “And then she got mad when I asked her how many cats she planned on living with when she moved out after college.”

“Bet she didn’t like that one very much.” You mutter as you decide against the carrots in favor of some garlic pita bread.

“She didn’t. Even called me a few choice names that I’d rather not repeat. Mostly because I can’t pronounce them. And I refuse to look them up.” He sniffs, turning up his nose in mock outrage. “I told her that if she wants to insult her baby brother, then she needs to do it like a normal person.”

“Right…I’ll, uh, ask your sister to stop using the dictionary to insult you the next time I see her.” You dip a chunk of pita into your hummus before popping it in your mouth. Shit was good.

“Thank you! She’s worse than BiBi now.”

A.J. tries to steal a piece of your snack, only to pout when you slap his hand away. You boy was seriously starting to resemble Andy more and more these days, from their facial expressions to their shared mannerisms. Sometimes it was downright scary.

“You’re welcome, darling.” You’re about to shovel another bite of food into your mouth when a thought strikes you. “Mm! Speaking of Bianca, I thought she said her boyfriend was gonna stop by."

"He did." He grunts with a shrug.

That’s…odd. You think. You hadn’t heard the door while you were upstairs. And even though you’d been laying down, it wasn’t like you’d been sleeping or anything.

"What? When?" You cough as you choke down a piece of bread.

“Eh, probably about thirty minutes ago.” Comes your son’s noncommittal response. “I caught him before he could ring the bell."

And now you were doubly confused. Because A.J. never really seemed to care about the boys his sisters brought around. In fact, he mostly ignored them unless they brought food or wanted to talk about video games. Otherwise, he just stared at them without blinking until his foe got too uncomfortable.

"Good thing you were by the door, I guess.” You motion for him to hand you a bottle of water sitting on the edge of the counter so that you can wash down your snack. “But where is he now?"

Another shrug. And then he looks off in the direction of the yard.

“Dad took him out back. Might’ve said something about wanting to show him the new shed."

“But A.J., sweetheart, we’ve had that shed for over a year now.” Okay, you were officially confused. What wasn’t he telling you? And where was BiBi’s boyfriend?

“It’s new to Eddie.” He looks back at you with unrepentant eyes before striding over to the refrigerator to grab himself a couple of black cherry sodas.

“Could’ve sworn his name was Everett, but –” You force yourself to stop and think about what your son just said. “Wait a minute! Why the hell did your father take him back there?” You quickly reach for a paper towel to wipe your hands.

This was not good.

“Honestly, mom…” A.J. pauses to crack open his drink. “It's best if you don't know. Dad says plausible deniability is always the way to go in these kinds of situations.” He takes a deep pull from the can before letting out a small burp. “Sorry.”

Your feelings of concern were slowly morphing into panic.

"W-what situation? What happened with your Dad and Everett?" You look and sound as if you’re prepared to shake somebody, which prompts him to take several steps away from you. Your son was smart enough to know to keep himself out of snatching distance.

“A word to the wise, mother. Never ask us about our business." With that, he spins on his heel prepared to walk away. “This conversation never happened."

Of course Andy picks that particular moment to join both you and your boy in the kitchen, draping a heavy arm atop his shoulder. By all appearances, he looks like he’s been busy toiling in the yard. And he’s rocking the dirty smudges to prove it.

“Andrew – what is going on?" Your wide eyes flit back and forth between your husband and son, waiting for one of them to break. “And where is Everett?”

“I tried to tell her, Dad.” Your son murmurs. Without missing a beat, A.J. hands his father the other unopened can of soda, which he graciously accepts.

“I know, son. And it’s nothing, sweetheart. BiBi’s friend, Elliott, just stopped by to tell us that he’s gonna have to miss our barbecue on the seventeenth. Something about choosing to study abroad in Russia. Nice kid. Sent him along with well wishes to his family and prayers for a safe flight.” He offers you a one armed shrug coupled with an all-too innocent grin, letting you know that he’s over this entire conversation.

“But why would you –?” Shit. “I thought he was gonna spend the summer working for his Uncle in Salem? What did you do to him?”

Just how much damage control were you going to have to do here?

Andy clears his throat as he sips his soda. “Listen to the boy.” He gives A.J.’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “And please, my love, don’t ever ask us about our business.”

“But I thought…” You look away for a second, squinting at your sock covered feet while you collect your thoughts and puzzle this out. “Why would you –?”

You turn back to them, only to discover that they’re long gone. Groaning, you fetch some tylenol from a nearby cabinet and toss it back. And then you go off to find your shoes.

Time to check the backyard.

As long as that poor young man wasn’t somewhere buried in your garden, you’d leave your Barber Boys to their freaking business. But until then, well…

Your family might as well start calling you Nancy fucking Drew.

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riptideripley · 7 months ago

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Chapter Ten of Addicted

word count: 986

It was Friday, the first day of the draft. Rhea sat on the couch and was excited to see Bianca as the first draft pick, making a mental note to call her later. Hearing that Jey would stay on Raw gave her so much peace, after talking to him since last Tuesday she finally made her peace on what her future choices would be.

Standing up and going to the kitchen, she grabbed a small bowl and heated up some soup Jey had made the day before he had to leave out to get ready for Raw. Her phone started to ring and it was the one person she for damn sure didn't want to speak to, Dom.

"Hello?"

"Hey mami, how's the shoulder?"

"It's doing better. How's your elbow?"

"Better as well. Hey you wouldn't have talked to Liv or JD lately have you?"

Shit. "No.. I haven't, why?" she lied straight to him, not that it bothered her any.

"Oh alright just wondering.. you watching the draft? How's Bella?"

"Yeah I'm watching.. and Bella is fine."

Dom could sense something was wrong with her tone but didn't want to pressure her about it. But something was definitely.. off.

"You seem tired so I'll let you go, night mami"

"Night Dom"

She immediately hung up and got this weird feeling, it was like he knew that she knew. She dialed JD's number and waited patiently.

"JD? Are you alone right now or.."

"Yeah what's up? Everything okay?"

"I um.. I think he knows that you told me."

"..what?"

"We were on the phone and he just seemed off, it feels like he knows JD. I just don't want anything or anyone to get hurt okay?"

"Yeah..yeah. Hey listen, call Damian alright?

He hung up, leaving Rhea confused. 'Why do I need to call him..' she thought and brushed it off, grabbing her bowl and returning to the couch.

As the night went on and Smackdown was finished, she finally decided to call Damian.

"Hello?" Iyo had answered the phone.

"Hey Iyo, is Damian around? I need to talk to him, it's kind of important."

She heard some shuffling around and waited, glancing down at a sleeping Bella on her side.

"Hey Sis, you alright?"

"Yeah I'm alright but.. JD told me to call you. It's about Dom and Liv.." she trailed off going quiet. She hated the thought of them together and just talking about it made her want to rip someone's head off.

"Oh I see.. look me and Cody found out some shit about them. Apparently they've been sneaking around behind your back since like December or some shit, you'll have to ask Cody. Look I don't know as much as he does but-"

"Don't even bother. I'll talk to Cody myself, don't tell anyone you told me okay? Talk to me after the draft." she hung up before Damian could respond, tossing her phone to the side. She just needed some rest and this will all be over by the morning.

Time Skip. April 29th.

Rhea had talked to Cody about the situation. Now all she needed to do was wait for Damian to call her once the draft was over tonight. "Hey Rips you alright? You seem zoned out over there" Roman spoke, breaking her from her thoughts.

"Yeah I'm alright.. just a little worried about this whole thing with Liv and Dom" she confessed, scooping Bella up into her hand. "I understand but look it's nothing neither one of us can do about it yet alright? We just have to trust Damian, Cody, and whoever the hell else is involved to fix this shit." he told her, setting some plates down on the counter with a slice of toast.

She sighed and waited for him to finish spreading some butter on her toast, grabbing the vegemite from the cabinet. "Have you talked to Jey?"

"No.. Not since yesterday morning" she responded, spreading some vegemite onto her toast. "Well I'll be back, I'm gonna take Barry and Luna to the vet today so you can rest. Does Bella need to go or is she good?" he asked as he stood up, finishing the rest of his toast.

"She has an appointment next month"

Time Skip. 10:45pm.

Her phone rang.

"Damian?"

"Hey. So look, I know you saw what happened earlier on Raw. But I've talked to Cody, he's gonna see what he can do."

"Alright.." she trailed off, scrolling through her laptop. It didn't take her long to get all of Dom's messages and even the camera roll hooked up to her laptop, seeing as she had to do the same thing with Liv. "I'm just looking at some shit here from his phone if you're wondering why I'm quiet."

"How the hell- You know what, I don't even wanna know. Where's Roman? I thought he would be home by now."

"He's out with Dean right now, they should be on the way back with Seth though"

"Shit- Sorry I gotta go, Doms calling"

"Oh-" the line cut. She continued to scroll, seeing messages discussing her injury.

"Hey Rips..? Are you alright in here? Seth is downstairs if you want to say hi" Roman spoke as he opened her door, watching her slam her laptop closed. He sensed something was up and walked in, shutting the door behind him.

"What happened?" "I.. I found some stuff from his phone that I hooked up to my laptop. Look, should I just wait until after Backlash to talk to him?"

Roman sat there and thought for a second, "Yeah.. that's the best choice you got right now. Look, backlash is this Saturday so let's just wait it out and talk to them after alright?"

She nodded and sat her laptop beside her, kicking the soft grey covers off her legs. "I'll go talk to Seth, how's his back?" "He's feeling better"

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wrestling #damien priest

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rosyredlipstick · 6 months ago

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hii i hope you’re doing alright !! Just wanted to know if you have any idea of when you’re going to publish the last far galaxies chapter !!! i love the fic and i can’t wait to read chapter 11 !! have a good day/night :)

thank you for reading!!!!! the answer is soon but not soon soon unfortunately this chapter is a BEAST like a BEAST of a BEAST and no matter how many words i write THERES STILL MORE A;SLJLSDHGLSHGQV

have a good day/night :) here are the first few hundred words <3

Hours later, after piling themselves back on the ship and cutting through space to the rendezvous point, they were back on the star base.

It felt like a true whirlwind, a few hours of action so packed he could hardly think and now somehow Nico found himself walking the same gray halls, up the same ramp, into the ship, into his empty room. The privacy panels were drawn, the room in near darkness. It was late in the night, not even Command at the ready. They’d meet first thing in the morning, a disgustingly early call time already on his schedule, something he’d have to be dragged out of bed to make.

For the time being, he was alone. Will had marched Thalia straight off to the medbay, hearing no arguments but enough complaints that Nico pitied him greatly. Jason and Piper went off to meet Annabeth wherever she was, and Leo was already setting himself on ship repairs, more than enough crafts lined up for him to choose from. Nico hadn’t felt the slightest bit of temptation to follow any of them.

Nico sat on the edge of the bed, his legs coming out from under him. Quite suddenly, he felt exhausted down to the bone. He felt like he could sleep for a month and still want a nap.

He dropped his head into his hands. He thought of the look in Thalia’s eyes, the anguish.

Nico had taken his eye off the ball. It was a fact. If he’d faced one delay in the trees, an extra few minutes spent somewhere else, Thalia would be dead. And it’d be what she wanted. The thought was enough to tighten his throat, painful.

Things could have gone so differently. He could be standing somewhere completely different, a completely different person.

Nico didn’t let himself think on it very long. He grabbed for his comm. It only took a few rings until there was a mechanical click, the line connecting.

“I messed up,” Nico muttered into the dark. “I don’t know what to do.”

There was a pause. “Do you want me to come?”

Nico swallowed, wholly unsure. He was just figuring out what to say, how to even respond to that, when -

“Send your coordinates,” Bianca decided in a second, crisp in his ear. “Let your leadership know, I’m bringing the Huntresses.”

#LETS GO LESBIANS #oh my god this chapter is so so so long and ITS NOT CLOSE TO BEING DONE #ok its like 70% done but ?????? ITS 68K RIGHT NOW????? oh my gooood AND THERES STILL 33 BEATS/SCENES TO FINISH #i have a joke with my mom that everyday i clock out of work and clock into fic and its like. yes. oh my god. but yes #in my head i soooo wanted it done before my birthday as a little treat for me a la slasher fic but oh my gooood its not happening #i am foreseeing an early to mid June update but!!!! i am visiting family next week and hope to get a lot done while im off <3 <3 <3 #space fic

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biggestsimponhere · 2 years ago

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can you please do 1 and 2 for the christmas prompts with wednesday addams? thank you if you do:)

Christmas music - Wednesday Addams x reader, ignore that I’m letting her smile, I just want her to be happy, P.S I couldn’t tell which set of 1 and 2 you wanted if you wanted the other set please request those and I’d be happy to make them <3 Also in this, Wednesday, you and Enid share a dorm, just pretend it’s big enough 😭 btw reader is GN

Christmas time. Everyone’s favorite time of the year. Well almost everyone, Wednesday Addams hates Christmas, claims there’s not enough death or something. You however love Christmas, so as soon as thanksgiving was over you and Enid started decorating your dorm. You had been decorating for about three hours. Playing Christmas music and you and Enid singing loudly Wednesday left the dorm about halfway through hour two. “Do you think we should invite our friends to see?” Enid said while hanging another string of lights. “Oh my god, yes!” You said hanging another piece on tinsel. Enid quickly finished that string of lights and then rushed out of the dorm.

You continued to hang things around yours and Enids half of the dorm. You only put one string of lights on Wednesday half (you didn’t want her to get mad, not that she’d ever get mad at you). Soon Enid came back with Bianca, Xavier, Ajax and Wednesday. “Are you really still decorating?” Wednesday said a slight smile gracing her features. “It looks like Christmas threw up in here” Bianca said laughing. “Hey! I think it looks good” Ajax said smiling at Enid. “Thank you Ajax” she said smiling back. “What do you think Xavier?” You asked raising an eyebrow at him. “Whatever doesn’t get me killed” He said raising his hands in surrender. “Okay well then thank you for that very nice compliment Xavier” you said smiling at him.

“Who put the lights on Wednesdays side?” Bianca asked. “I did” you said looking from Bianca to Wednesday. She looked upset for a second before moving to touch them. “They’re very cheap, if you’re going to hang lights on my side make them higher quality” she said looking at you. “Alright then” You said still smiling. “I think they look great y/n” Ajax piped in. “Thank you Ajax, now we have hot chocolate and cookies if you guys want to stay” You said moving back to your phone to keep playing music. “Cookies? I’m in” Xavier said grabbing one and sitting on the edge of your bed. You and Enid finished up decorating while singing.

“As much as we love you, we don’t need to hear you guys sing Christmas music” Bianca said grabbing another cookie. “I don’t know, I like it” Wednesday said, surprising everyone. “Alright then” Bianca said before standing, “Well I’ve got to go study, have fun” Bianca said walking out the door. Xavier quickly stood up, “I should probably go with her” He said walking out of the dorm. “Enid and I have a date tonight so we better go” Ajax said standing up and pulling Enid out of the dorm. You moved over to Wednesdays half of the room and sat on her bed next to her. “I saved a cookie for you” you said offering it to her. “Thank you” she said looking at you before grabbing it.

You both just sat there in silence. Her reading and you just sitting silently beside her. Soon you noticed her book go limp in her hands. You slowly pulled it out and grabbed the bookmark from her side and slid it into the book. You quietly put the book off to the side before pulling her down into a laying position. You wrapped your arms around her pulling her into you. Resting your head on here and listening to her breathing out slowly drifted off to sleep, content to have your best friends and love of your life, safe in your arms.

Again I know this is short but I need to get used to writing for Wednesday characters and some of the prompts don’t really offer that long of one- shots 😭✋

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday addams x you #Wednesday Addams x y/n

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raphael-angele · 8 months ago

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Nico is a Baby, Bianca is Alive (feat McDonalds)

NOTE: McDonalds was founded on 1940

Nico, crying because Bianca went away on a quest: I miss Bia

Percy, who promised Bianca he'd take care of him: I know, buddy. I know

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Percy: Chiron. Would it be okay to take Nico out of camp for a while? He's really upset with Bianca going on a quest and everything.

Chiron: Is there really nothing else that can cheer him up?

Percy: We tried. We took him to the classes, showed him to the pegasi stables, we even let him use the weapons Bianca told us not to let him use!

Chiron: It can be difficult for a child his age from his time to adapt in this environment. Especially with his sister away. I suppose a few hours outside can help.

Percy: Okay. We'll be going then.

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Worker: Hi, welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order?

Percy, holding Nico's hand: Alright, Nico. What do you want to eat?

Nico, holding his Cerby stuffy, looking at the menu and panicking cuz he doesn't know what to order: I-I don't know *starts to cry*

Percy: That's okay. *to Worker* We'll just get...two happy meal burgers. *to Nico* Do you like pickles?

Nico: *shakes his head*

Percy: No pickles for both.

Worker: And what will you have for drinks?

Percy: One cola, and one orange juice.

Nico: I-I want cola, too

Percy: No, Bianca said you can't have soda

Nico: Aw :(

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Percy: Okay, here is your happy meal toy

Nico: Thank you

Percy, opening his happy meal toy: Ooh, I got the werewolf. Who did you get?

Nico, looking at his toy then at the box: The V-v-vam...vampi...vampir. Vampir? What's a vampir?

Percy: It's vampire, Nico. It's the guy who sucks blood?

Nico: Oh

Percy: Do you like it?

Nico: Yeah. It looks like papa.

Percy: Yeah?

Nico: Mhm. But papa is scarier.

Percy: Your papa is scary?

Nico: Yeah. But he really loves me and Bia. We love him too.

Percy: That's very nice, Nico. Now, eat your food.

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Percy, coming back to camp, carrying sleeping Nico in his arms:

Bianca: PERCY!

Percy: Bianca, hey. Better not be too loud. He fell asleep on the way back.

Bianca: Why did you go out?! You know how I feel about the outside world for him.

Percy: I know, I'm sorry. But he was really sad that you were gone and we couldn't cheer him up so...

Nico, starting to wake up: Mmngh. Bia?

Bianca: Hi, fratellino. Come here *takes Nico from Percy* Did you have fun today?

Nico, still sleepy: mhm. Percy took me to Mcdonalds

Bianca: Aww, someone's still sleepy and making up words.

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #incorrect percy jackson quotes #percy jackson incorrect quotes #percy jackson headcanon #percy jackson #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #mcdonalds

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urnumber1star · 3 months ago

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OC Headcanons Tag!

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks here!

Rules: use this random headcanon generator for your OCs, then tell us how accurate they are!

Alright. We're doing EVERYONE from BRS today because I just couldn't resist :]

Micheal stole a lollipop at the checkout when they were 5 and they still feel guilty about it.

He would absolutely do that and then feel like a terrible person for the rest of time lol.

Talia nearly drowned in a river as a child.

That'd be crazyyyy. She loves drawing sea creatures but just not swimming.

Ray has punched a hole in their wall.

Yes.

Bianca is a theatre kid.

ABSOLUTLY.

Ford is a horrible liar.

Frr.

No One knows fnaf lore.

He would admire it.

Serita almost drank the lethal dosage of caffine once.

I am making this cannon.

Galo sleeps in until noon.

Just because you're rich you still gotta wake up at 5 am like the rest of us. >:[

Haha this was fun. Gently tagging @leahnardo-da-veggie, @illarian-rambling, @sarahswriting +ANYONE WHO WANTS TO

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #brs #bolt runners #Charlie the little freak

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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 280. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS PLS DON'T INTERACT!!!

a/n: EHEHEHEHEH (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: oh honey, so many. rooster is a warning on itself. smut, birthday s3x, those things uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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The party was a success for both of them. Nicole got so many gifts they didn’t know where to put them, her nursery’s space was already limited so they decided to keep in the guest room for the time being.

Beatrice placed everything in there while Rooster’s gifts were in their bedroom. Again, it was very few and simple things; he never really liked extravagant gifts, just thoughtful ones.

The party had continued well into the evening, with friends and family sharing stories, laughter, and good food. Rooster's friends from the Navy, had shared heartfelt toasts and well wishes.Pete had even made a touching speech, trying so hard not to cry. It was a moment that brought tears to many eyes and a sense of pride to Beatrice.

But now that the night is done with, Beatrice could feel her nerves prickling a bit. Her mother was talking to her, about how long they’d keep Nicole and the dogs, and Rooster - who was helping her clean what was left of the party- looked up. “...Nikki is staying with your parents?”

“Yeah,” she says, trying to appear as casual as she could, “And they are taking the dogs for a weekend retreat if you…can say that.”

Her husband blinked, then furrowed his brows, ‘Oh…alright.” he mutters, “Well…as long it doesn’t bother your parents or Leo.”

“Oh please,Bradley,” Claudia waves her hand, holding a very sleepy Nicole to her chest, “It’ll be fun, Bianca and Éowyn are staying there too, so Nicole won’t be alone…but I do feel she’ll end up sleeping more than playing.”

Beatrice smiled at her mother, appreciative of the support. "Thank you, Mom. It's just for a weekend, and it'll give us some time to prepare and spend time together before Rooster's deployment."

Claudia nodded, her gaze very knowing. "Of course, dear. I know how important these moments are for both of you. Nicole will be in good hands." she smiles more, “Well, if you two need anything, you can always call us,right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then,I’ll go home with dad and the dogs.” the said dogs were already in Rafael’s car, seated patiently waiting for them, “And…well, you two enjoy the weekend,yes?” Claudia kisses Beatrice’s cheeks, then Bradley’s, waving a sleepy Nicole’s arm towards them, “Bye,bye.”

As Claudia, Rafael, and the dogs departed for their weekend retreat with Nicole in tow, Beatrice couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She knew that this was an opportunity to spend some quality time alone with Rooster before his deployment.

Rooster stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her waist as they watched their family leave. He gave her a little squeeze, his expression filled with love a. "You okay, Bea?"

Beatrice leaned into his embrace, taking comfort in his warmth. "Yeah, Roos. I’m fine…Nikki is going to be okay too,even if…I’ll miss her and the dogs.”

"I know, baby. I'm going to miss her too.” he hums “But this time together is precious, and we'll make the most of it."

Beatrice turned to look at him, biting her lower lip. "You're right, Roos. We have the weekend, and we'll cherish every moment of it."

“Will we?”

“Mhm.”

He purses his lips, squinting his eyes just enough to make sure she knows he’s suspicious and intrigued, “...alright.” he licks his lips, sucking air through his teeth then rubbing his thumb against her knuckles, “...you planned this,right? Us spending the weekend here alone?” she shrugs innocently at him, “You are full of surprises.”

“I do try.” she smiles, then cups his face to kiss his lips repeatedly, “Can you…stay in the couch for a little bit, then you come up?”

Rooster chuckled ,propping his hands on his hips as he followed her hips as she walks up the steps. "You're up to something, aren't you, Bea?"

Beatrice feigned innocence, her eyes wide and her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Who, me? Up to something? I have no idea what you're talking about."

He couldn't help but laugh at her antics, shaking his head. "Alright, I'll play along. I'll stay on the couch for a little bit.But I expect you to fill me in on this surprise later."

She kissed him back, her lips soft and warm against his. "I promise, Roos. You won't be disappointed."

With that, Rooster made his way to the living room, settling down on the couch. Beatrice watched him for a moment, a playful glint in her eye. She had something special planned for their weekend together, and she couldn't wait to see his reaction.

It took some time to get it done, but she managed it.

As Beatrice headed upstairs to prepare for their evening together, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. It was a rare opportunity for them to have time alone, and she wanted to make it unforgettable.

Rooster waited on the couch, his anticipation growing. The living room was bathed in a cozy glow, even if it was already night time the remnants of the day's celebrations lingering in the air.

He taps his hands on the back of the couch, then crosses his legs by the ankles and relaxing on his seat. He could hear her feet moving back and forth in their bedroom and he smiles, rubbing his fingers together out of habit.

When he hears her feet again, he looks back just in time to see something plop down the staircase. He frowns, craning his neck in hopes he could see it better, but it was dark enough that the only thing he knew was that it looked like some type of cloth? “Bea?”

‘Put it on before you come into the room!” she replies, “After you walk up the stairs!”

Rooster raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the request but pushing himself to his feet, the wooden floors underneath him squeaked because of his weight. He tilts his head once he’s close enough, leaning down to grab it and chuckling softly once he notices what it was ,”...a blindfold.” he tries to see through it once he opens it, but to no avail, “Damn this thing…is thick.”

"That's the idea, Roos. Now, blindfold yourself once you reach the door, and I'll guide you to our surprise."

Rooster chuckled, feeling his heart race with anticipation. He held the blindfold to his side, walking up the stairs and trying to figure out if he could hear anything else.

No music.

Just the sound of their house during night time.

He hums,trying to bite back his smile as he approaches the bedroom door. He tries the handle but it’s locked, “...what are you planning,Bea?”

“Is the blindfold on?”

He huffs out a laugh, then secured the blindfold in place, ensuring that he couldn't see anything. Rooster's other senses seemed to sharpen once he was in the dark and the sounds around him got louder almost. He could hear the soft rustle of fabric as Beatrice moved, and he could detect the faint scent of something sweet in the air.

"Alright," Beatrice said, her voice soft yet filled with excitement. "Now, I’m going to unlock the door.”

Rooster nodded, even though he knew she couldn't see his response. It was a peculiar feeling, to be blindfolded in his own home, trusting his wife to lead him to a surprise.

Beatrice unlocked the bedroom door and slowly opened it. Her heart raced with excitement as she approached her husband, who stood blindfolded just outside the bedroom his smirk widening when he heard the door creak.

"Alright, Roos," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'm going to take your hand, and you'll follow me into the room. Trust me, you're going to love this."

Rooster nodded, his trust in Beatrice unwavering. His other senses were heightened by the blindfold, and he could feel her presence as she took his hand. Her touch was warm and gentle, guiding him into the room.

Also…was that lace touching his wrist?

Step by step, Beatrice led Rooster further into their bedroom. She had dimmed the lights, creating a soft and romantic atmosphere. The air was scented with the subtle fragrance of candles, adding to the ambiance. Lavender,obviously.

As they moved forward, Rooster could sense that something soft and comfortable was under his feet. "What's this, Bea?" he asked, curiosity tingling in his voice.

"It's a surprise," Beatrice replied with a playful smile. "You'll find out soon. Just a few more steps."

Rooster continued to trust her guidance, even though his curiosity was piqued. He knew that Beatrice had put thought and care into this surprise, and he was very excited in figuring out what it was.

As Beatrice led Rooster to the center of the room, she released his hand and stepped back. "Okay, Roos. You can take off the blindfold now."

Rooster carefully removed the blindfold, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the soft lighting in the room. When his vision cleared, he found himself standing on a luxurious, oversized, and incredibly soft bed, adorned with silky sheets and plush pillows. The entire bed was decorated with rose petals.

The room was filled with the warm glow of -fake -candlelight, casting a soft, flickering light on the walls and ceiling. The air was infused with the sweet scent of lavender from the candles.

Rooster's gaze moved around the room, taking in every detail of the romantic setup that Beatrice had prepared. He noticed a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket on a nearby table, alongside two crystal flutes.

Beatrice watched Rooster's reaction, her heart filled with joy as she saw the surprise and appreciation in his eyes. "Happy birthday, Roos," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I wanted to create a special and romantic evening for us. A moment for just the two of us."

“...did I just accidentally enter a hotel room?” but he loved it, he was so busy looking around that he hadn’t noticed what she was wearing yet. "Bea, you're incredible," he whispered, "This is beyond anything I could have imagined. How did you even do this?"

“Well…I have my ways.” she smiles, then clears her throat, “You can um…look at me now,Roos.”

Rooster turned his gaze back to Beatrice, and his breath caught in his throat as he finally took in her appearance.

She stood before him, radiant in a lingerie set that was a beautiful shade of lilac, fitting her like a second skin. It was elegant and designed to enhance her curves, the bra’s neckline slightly plunging and accentuating her collarbone. The intricate lace detailing and subtle beading added a touch of glamour to the attire.

Her long, brown hair flowed down in soft waves, kissed by the candlelight. It cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, framing her beautiful face. A pair of silver, teardrop-shaped earrings dangled from her ears, glinting in the light.

Rooster stood there, speechless, for a few seconds, then he let out a quiet: "Holy shit.”

A flush of warmth colored Beatrice's cheeks as she held her husband's gaze. She could see the appreciation and longing in his eyes, making her feel even more beautiful and desired. "Thank you, Roos," she said, her voice soft and filled with love. "I wanted this evening to be as special for you as you make every day of my life."

Rooster approached Beatrice, his gaze never leaving her. He reached out and took her hand, a small smile gracing his lips. "Every day with you is special, Bea. You light up my life in ways I can't even express." His fingers brushed against hers, his touch sending a shiver of electricity through her. “...gorgeous you look so beautiful.”

“Well I–”

“Is this…the surprise?”

“Part of it,yeah.” she shrugs, and the movement makes her breasts squish together because of the bra. Rooster’s gaze snaps to it but Beatrice doesn’t care, “The other part is…well…can you blindfold yourself again?”

He is so busy following the lines of delicate lace and fabric on her body that she needs to gently touch his arm for him to actually move. “Ah,right, blindfold.” he is still staring, “Why…why do I need to be blindfolded?”

“It’s part of the surprise.” she smiles, “Please?’

That face of hers is his ruin and he just clenches his jaw trying to hold back the pained groan that almost left his throat, but he nods. He lifts the blindfold to his eyes, but pauses, “Should I remove my clothes first?” he is just wearing one of his Hawaiian shirts, the white tee, and his jorts, it wasn’t like he was wearing his flight suit but he still had to ask.

Beatrice smiles, shaking her head - the movement making her hair flutter on her shoulders and over her eyes, “No, don’t worry,I’ll handle it.” and he shuddered over those words. His pupils were blown so wide but he plopped down on the edge of the bed, breathing in and out slowly as he brought the blindfold to his eyes.

The second he wraps it on his head, he can hear everything at once all over again. It’s an explosion to his senses but it’s so very exhilarating to be part of something like this.

He pays attention to Beatrice, in fact he cannot…hear Beatrice. He furrows his brows behind the blindfold, lips parting to call her name but he stops when he feels his shirt rolls down his arms and onto the bed, her soft,minty breathing is touching the back of his neck, “It’s okay Roos.” she whispers in his ear and he shivers.

Rooster’s mouth is still parted, but now for very different reason. It was like his body was on fire which wasn’t that different from what they normally did. “Now,Roos.” her hands slide under his shirt and his back arches because they are a bit cold and slippery, like she rubbed something on them, “I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen this weekend. There’s only me and you here, we’ll be alone until four in the afternoon tomorrow.”

Fuck he loved when her voice got breathy like that.

He nods, signaling that he was listening to her, “I…will let you decide if you want to keep the blindfold on and let me handle things or…if you want me to have it on and then you can do whatever you want.” his pants felt tighter, his member jumped inside his briefs, “Whatever you’d like…it’s your birthday after all.”

His chest moves slowly as he breathes in and out, tongue peeking out to lick his lips, ‘...can I…have both?”

“Well–”

“But we’ll do by parts?” she stops her hands and he can see the tilt of her head when he suggests that even if his eyes were covered, “We’ll start tonight with me wearing it and then…we’ll do it with you tomorrow.” he licks his lips again, ‘As long as you let me take my clothes off,I’m melting here, Bea.”

Beatrice stares at him, cheeks flaming and eyes going wide but again,should she be so surprised with her husband? After all this time, “Well…I can do that.” she barely has time to finish her sentence when Rooster stands up, back still turned to her, and pulls out his shirt and jorts, leaving him only with his underwear on.

He is back down in an instant and Beatrice has to say she loves how the light from the fake candles his every contour and muscle on his body, how she could see the tiny scars and freckles on his skin like this…like little stars on a bronze colored sky. “Okay…” he sighs, “What now?”

“Now,” and she pushes him on the bed, giving him time to get comfortable, leaning down to kiss around his mouth and his cheeks instead of his lips, “I can pamper you how you deserve to be pampered.”

“Fuck.”

“Hmhm, you bet,handsome.” she giggles, running her hand through the dark brown tresses and chewing her lower lip, thinking what she’d like to do first, “Let’s see…” and she runs her finger over his length that’s straining against the black fabric of his briefs, she hears the sharp intake of breath and smiles wider, “I know how to begin.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Mhm.” she leans down once more, he feels the tips of her hair touching his chest and her lips soon followed, pressing open mouthed kisses to his skin, nails dragging on his sides and he just grunts out,happily, when her mouth reaches his navel.

Her lips were soft, just like the rest of her, and he can feel them nibble down on the elastic of his underwear, slowly dragging it down,slowly exposing more of him to the night air. He gasps out in relief when his cock springs out, one of his hands coming up to brush his fingers through her hair, “Fuck…gorgeous.” she giggles back at him and he can feel she’s adjusting herself.

He’s half expecting her to put him in her mouth, but she doesn’t, at least not yet. What he does feel however, is her hand gently caressing him from the base to tip in a twist motion that honestly if he wasn’t already seeing only darkness, he’d possibly black out. Something about having the vision gone made this ordeal so much more pleasurable than he expected.

She goes down then up, giving the flushed head enough love before repeating the motions, all the while Rooster is squirming and clenching his hands on the sheets. The one closer to her face just tries to find her lips, thumb touching the soft flesh and she parts her mouth so he can plop his finger in. “Fuuuckkk…” his legs were tensing up and he has to adjust his body so he doesn’t orgasm right then and there.

It’d be a bit embarrassing,right on his birthday?

She hums happily around his finger, letting him pop it down and rest on the side of her mouth as she speeds her movements, the gentle squelching of the precum sticking to her hands and his member was louder than he expected, “Bea…” he calls,still touching her face and feeling how her cheek flexed with a smile when he whispered that out. “Are you going to suck me off,baby?”

“Hmmm…maybe.” she says, “Would you like me to?”

“You know I do.” he says, but her hand continues the motion, speeding, then slowing down, but keeping the twisting movement until he’s almost hallucinating behind the blindfold. He’s already covered in sweat and it’s been minutes. “G-Gorgeous, fuck.”

Beatrice bites her lower lip, flicking her hair to the side and dragging his hand down to her chest where he can feel the gentle,delicate lace touching his calloused palm, “Okay.” and she disappears from his hold. He blinks behind the fabric, trying to figure out where she was now.

He could hear the bed squeaking and he could feel her parting his legs for a little bit, then he cranes his neck back with a deep groan escaping his mouth because she pushes her breasts down and around his member.

She hasn’t removed the bra, so she’s tight just enough and by God that does feel incredible. He can’t see, but the feeling of her skin around him is just so incredible all he can do is groan and moan in pure raw pleasure.

He moves his hips and his legs hit the bottom of her breasts, which then adds to the pressure around him. Rooster is already loving this and it’s only part one of the surprise? Oh he’s in heaven. He could die right now and be happy. He calls her name quietly only for it to be distorted when he feels her lips wrap around his head every time he pushes up.

It’s gentle, just her lips going ‘pop’ ‘pop’ every time he moves up, sucking enough to make him feel the pressure around the flushed head. Rooster is losing his mind, his mouth is parted, his body is covered with sweat and he cannot see her face.

But somehow, imagining what she looked like was even better than he thought. He’s just doing what his instincts tell him to do and right now they are telling him to keep moving. Soon enough,Beatrice just lets him lead and keeps her breasts static, giggling while licking and touching his member when he was close to her mouth.

He was about to explode, but he stops suddenly, clenching his hands and his teeth with an annoyed groan, “Fuck!” it surprises her and she almost feels he got hurt, but no, he’s trying to hold himself back, “Baby you have to– I want to fuck you.” he gasps, trying his best to not convulse on the spot.

Beatrice slowly straightens herself and Bradley gasps roughly, fingers twitching because that last pull on his cock almost made him lose it. But he held himself together the best he could. He didn’t know what she was planning, but he waits oh so patiently for her to do so.

So, when he hears the sound of a thong elastic hitting her skin, followed by the soft sound of something else touching the floor, he smiles. He adjusts himself the best way that he can, and he waits.

“Get comfy LC.”

“Oh,I am,don’t you worry.”

Beatrice chewed her lower lip, she was honestly so proud of his restraint, she didn’t think he’d manage to get this far…but oh well, she knew Rooster. And when he liked something, he really did. So she pondered, chewing the side of her thumb as she looked down at his flushed, twitchy member. “C’mere.” he’s almost begging, “C’mere.”

“I’m going.” she says, thinking what best way to– oh. Oh. Great idea. She moves over to the bed and climbs on his lap. She doesn’t give him enough time to breathe when she slides him into her core and that is enough to make both of them gasp.

But she’s not done.

She breathes quietly, licking her lips as she leans back supporting herself on her hands, stretching her torso a little bit more. She waits until she’s sure she’s not going to hurt him and crosses one leg over the other while keeping herself upright. The feeling was outwardly for both of them.

That just pushed her legs together against her pubic mound, while for him, it squeezed him even more and she was so very proud of that idea. Because Rooster growled out her name like he was a starving man trying to get a bite. She knows she has to be slow, she didn’t want to lose balance while moving.

So it was slow at first, plus she didn’t know how long she could handle this before her legs started to cramp up, moving up and down. Her ass touched his legs and she grinned when his hands tried to find her calves so he could hold.

But when he didn’t, his brows furrowed. Oh he loved that, but he didn’t liked when he couldn’t touch her like he does.”Y-You can take, the b-blindfold off.” she whispers and he whips it out so fast his hair is all askew. He has to get used to his surroundings again, pupils widening and shrinking before he finds her.

Something about that pose, the way she was moving…it was so regal and sensual and Rooster could only watch, mouth parted and body ready to combust as she waves her hips and moves up and down. It’s his new favorite, even if it did look a bit complicated, he loved that, “Fuuuck…baby….”

“mhm…”

“Fuck.” he can touch her outer thighs, so he does with one hand only, the other is holding onto the pillow for dear life. Since they are both alone now, neither of them had to be quiet, and they weren’t.

God help them if they saw their neighbors this week because it’d be awkward.

He grunts happily, eyelids low and mouth parting in a proud grin when she moves her body up and down on his length, breasts bouncing ever so slightly because of the impact against his legs. Rooster is just on cloud nine, he cannot stop watching even if he so desired, “Fuck…baby…”he knows he cannot last much longer, but he doesn’t want this to end. “Baby you are so good right now.” the lovely clench isn’t lost to him, oh, Bea and her weakness for dirty talk, “You take me so well and you look so good on top of me.”

Another clench and her hips move just a bit faster, her eyes unfocused.

He moves his own hips up and the movement makes Beatrice throw her head back in a loud moan, her could see her feet twitch at the sudden touch but he doesn’t stop, “You take my cock so fuckin’ well, your pussy was just made for me gorgeous. I fuckin’ love how it always get so wet,” his eyes follow a dribble that slid down his shaft and disappeared between his legs, “And so hot for me.”

Beatrice whimpers, leaning back down even more, almost as if she’s lying on the bed but keeping herself a bit higher with her arms, “F-Fuck,Roos!” she moves her hips more and she could feel how this pose was taking it’s toll on her, she couldn’t keep her legs crossed much longer because it was starting to hurt.

And he noticed, because he just tapped her thigh and slowly helped her uncross them. His eyes landed on her center, swallowing him,pushing forward then backwards, “Fuck I never get tired of this fuckin’ view.”

“R-Roos…”

He pushes himself up a bit, then manages to sit up and wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her upwards to their chest are touching and their mouths are inches away. He smiles, deliriously just like she was, his hands tangling in her hair as her own hands go up to his golden brown strands, “Yeah,baby,yeah.” he says, keeping the movement of their hips and using his navel to brush up against her clip, “Yeah,I’m here,I’m here,I’m gonna make you cum so hard right now,hm? You want that right?”

She nods, closing her eyes finally and suddenly forgetting to speak.

Rooster would make her say it but…they had the whole Sunday to continue this, and they were both already enjoying this so, he slides his hand between the two and finds her clit. He just pushes into it, just a gentle touch and Beatrice screams.

Her screaming almost cracks the glass if he can say so and her entire body goes rigid as her orgasm hits like a bullet train. Bradley, by seeing her like that, feels his own orgasm ripping through him and through gritted teeth he groans in relief.

Both of their hips are still moving because of aftershocks, and their legs hurt just a little bit but they are waiting until their bodies calm down to finally stop. He watches the sheen cover her breasts and body, making her skin turn into a crystal almost, what was the one she had on the window? Rose quartz? Something like that, pink and shiny. He gasps out, throwing his head back and shaking it once he’s able to control himself, ‘...holy shit.”

His wife is soft in his hold, back still bent and body stretched for him to see, but her legs are on each side of his, ‘...baby, you okay?” he tries and Beatrice’s hands drop on her eyes as she tries to come back to answer his question.

“Y-Yeah.” she says, slowly lifting her head, hair sticking to her cheeks and temples,”I-I’m fine…are you?”

He chuckles, in disbelief, “...baby, I’m great.” he smirks, tucking the sweaty strands behind her ears and then cupping her cheek. She leans into his hand and his heart melts immediately, “Tired?’ she nods, “A good tired?’ she smiles and nods again, “...thank you for this.I like the first part of my gift.”

“I’m glad.” she grins, looking up at him, those green eyes shining like the cleanest of the oceans, “I…I really wanted to make something special for you,Roos.”

“I know.” he grins, “And you did, baby. You sure did.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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waugh-bao · 1 year ago

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Charlie was there [on the beach], along with Keith Richards and Mick Taylor. (Bill Wyman was vacationing separately in Arizona). I was surprised how clean-cut they all looked, especially Micks Jagger and Taylor, what with their neatly groomed hair and pale British complexions. Keith, however, was another story entirely. With the blond streak in his hair and a skimpy leopard print bikini bottom. He looked as mean as his public persona suggested. He quickly noticed me, perched against a palm tree, clearly intimidated and at a loss for words.

“What have we got here, a Pinkerton guard?” he asked with a sarcastic smirk.

“Yeah, right,” I shrugged, not really knowing how to reply.

“Yeah Right!” Richards replied in an obvious attempt to mock me out and embarrass the hell out of me at the same time.

That’s when Charlie came to my rescue.

“He’s alright,” he said to the others, and with that, I felt somewhat assured. He proceeded to generally hold court, sharing stories with the others about past exploits and generally acting the role of the group’s ad hoc emcee and discussion leader.

I was content to merely listen in, and after everyone dispersed, I chatted with Mick Taylor for a bit as Keith plopped like a fish in the waves, Mick Jagger and his new wife Bianca walked off towards their room, and Charlie reclined on his lounge chair and drifted off to sleep. That’s when I was left to marvel at the fact that a member of the most famous rock and roll band in the world could be left so seemingly alone and unperturbed.

That was the final image I had of him, asleep on a lounger, on a sunny summer afternoon on a beach in the Virgin Islands.

(Musician Lee Zimmerman on an encounter with the Stones in the early ‘70s)

#I don’t know what’s funnier #bill having to take a separate vacation #or Keith in a women’s bikini bottom #either way #I love that Charlie was clearly the one in charge #the rolling stones #charlie watts #keith richards #mick jagger #young married band #bill wyman #mick taylor #quote

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hausdellamorte · 5 months ago

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for research purposes

fandom: dragon age II

pairing: isabela x f!hawke x varric

summary: isabela and hawke recall their first night together and varric watches. for research purposes

ao3 link

some shamelessly self indulgent smut to kick off my dragon age sideblog

“Why, ladies, I want the book to be accurate!”, Varric chuckled after watching their played up reactions to his question. Hawke and Isabela were not the kind of people to ever get offended by any kind of sexual questions and Maker knows, these two felt no shame, even getting Varric to clutch his proverbial pearls occasionally.

“Varric, you lie multiple times in the book”, Hawke said.

“You actually also lie on our demand!”, Isabela added.

He had called them up to his room in the Hanged Man, as he was currently working on Tale of the Champion and he finally got to the good parts. Less depressing tales of Hawke struggling with poverty, more love, more passion, more sex. And he knew how well sex sold. He wanted to get it right, he wanted to get it firsthand from his two favorite ladies in Kirkwall.

For research purposes.

Now they both sat on his bed, watching him eagerly as he explained the reason for their meeting to them.

“Tell me how it went when you two first gave your bodies to each other in this unholy union.”

Both had pretended to faint, positively aghast by even the mere suggestion of talking about what the two of them did betwixt the sheets when nobody was watching. But he heard the stories. He heard them . Isabela’s room was right next to his and Hawke was vocal.

He would be lying if he said that he didn’t like listening. He felt some sort of shame but he also knew these two and he knew that they wouldn’t mind.

He also knew that they had been trying to get him to join them for quite a while now. He was sleeping with Hawke, although that was a plot he decided to keep out of his book. The one story he would never tell.

Isabela had wanted to sleep with him for years and Varric would normally never turn down a woman like her but it didn’t feel right. To turn down Hawke but to sleep with her. Maybe he was a romantic after all.

He was also a little bit scared of her, frankly. He had heard the tales of what happened when these two absolute maniacs teamed up on someone. Blondie couldn’t walk properly for a week.

Varric was content to watch. He was a storyteller after all.

He needed the research, nothing more.

“Oh, Varric, how much detail are you extorting from us?”, Isabela asked in a desperate voice, as if he was personally holding Bianca right up to her face.

“I am not extorting anything from you, my beloved. I would never!”, he claimed, quill in hand.

“Oh, no, but you are! Here we are, at the mercy of Kirkwall’s merchant prince as he is extorting us for personal intimate information! We are helpless!”, Hawke now said, dramatically falling back onto his bed, even mustering up a fake choking cry.

“Please, I have heard you two talk about anal sex on the Hightown market in the presence of families and chantry sisters, don’t give me that now. Poor Daisy was shivering for weeks.”

“It was probably blood loss from all the blood magic she’s been doing”, Isabela chuckled.

“You hooligan, you rogue, you fiend , even”, Hawke continued and Isabela began to giggle.

Varric rolled his eyes.

“Alright, come on. I will share royalties with you.”

“And now he is paying us! Paying us for intimate information, oh, Maker why hath thou abandoneth meth”, Hawke cried out, shaking her fist at the ceiling.

“Are you done?”, Varric asked.

“I think so, yes”, Hawke answered sweetly, letting her fists fall back onto the mattress.

Varric laughed and dipped his quill back into the ink, readying his parchment for his notes.

“How did it start? What have you said to each other? Paint me a picture with your words”, he said.

“So, it was after that job with that son of a bitch Lucky. We went to the Hanged Man - you were there, actually!”, Isabela said and now Hawke giggled.

Always the giggles with these two , Varric thought and tried to hide the smirk on his face.

“Oh, and you know me, I have an eye for fine booty”, she added and pinched Hawke’s thigh.

“And there was something so darling about her. Like a little kitten who got lost. Do you remember how young she was, how fresh faced and innocent, unaware of all the horrors of the world”, Isabela sighed.

“Don’t paint me as some old hag here! Also, I was aware of the horrors of the world, I am an apostate!”

“Shh, darling the adults are talking”, Isabela said and Hawke huffed.

“So, she and I are talking. About that little expedition of yours and the job. We had some ale, we had some liquor, not a lot, mind you. Before you try to write this as a night of drunken passion, we were quite sober, actually.”

“Don’t you worry about that. I know how much the lot of you can drink before you become disorderly. Or, more disorderly than usual”, Varric mumbled as he wrote down his notes.

“So we get up to my room. The room you barely ever mention in your stories. You know, that one”, Isabela continued.

“Yes, yes.”

“And I am telling you, the door barely closed and she was already taking my daggers! Threw them right on the ground! I jumped up into her arms and we fell onto the bed like this… Come here, sweet thing, show Varric”, Isabela said, purring the last sentence.

It was then when it set in what Hawke was about to do with Isabela and she could barely hide the smile on her face. She tried not to play favorites with anyone, and frankly, it also depended on the day… the wind… how many times Anders said the word plight that day… but Varric and Isabela were truly special to her. Not that the others weren’t, but they were just… special. They were Varric and Isabela.

Varric had the tendency to write and present himself to be smoother than he actually was, but Hawke knew the truth and she knew that Varric sometimes shied away from intimacy, with a look on his face that she could only describe as the expression of a frightened Halla. One of the reasons why Varric had always turned down her offers to have some friendly, platonic sex with him was his crippling fear of disappointing people. Hawke also thought that Varric was scared of being perceived in a way that he could not control, which was why he had the tendency to put himself into the position of the narrator.

And she could accept that. She was happy that she finally got him to talk about his sodding feelings and she was finally allowed to kiss him, like she had always wanted. She brought up the idea of the two of them and Isabela once or twice but Varric had always chuckled and claimed he was scared he was not going to make it out of that one alive. Hawke read his body language and let it go. On his terms, then.

This was a step in that direction and excitement spread across her body, with that familiar feeling of arousal stirring in her groin.

Hawke turned to the side to give Varric a better view and let Isabela crawl on top of her, straddling her with those beautiful thick and soft thighs of hers. Hawke relished in feeling Isabela’s weight on top of her and almost instinctively, she put her hands on her hips.

“So we land like this”, Isabela explained.

“And I found two more knives!”, Hawke added, searching the leather straps of Isabela’s undergarments for the remaining small knives she hid there.

She let out a triumphant “Aha!” as she found them again - Isabela delighted in putting them in slightly different places and telling Hawke that she would only touch her once she found all of the knives. It was like a reward.

Hawke felt another small knife further in the back but she left it there, knowing that Isabela was planning something.

“Good job, darling”, Isabela said sweetly, gently caressing Hawke’s cheek, coaxing a small sigh out of her. Hawke was nothing but pudding in Isabela’s hands. She couldn’t change it even if she tried, even if she wanted to try.

Isabela now bent down, pressing her chest flush against Hawke’s and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“So we go like this, right?”, Isabela said, turning to Varric who was eagerly watching them, quill still in hand.

“And I say Oh, let me see what you are hiding under your coat ”, she continued, unbuttoning Hawke’s coat, the one she had been wearing ever since her father died. It was slightly too big on her, it had been too big on her father, hiding all of her proportions underneath leather, fur, belt buckles and leather straps. The red cloth she wore around her waist was just like a bow on a birthday present, ready to be unwrapped. At least, according to Isabela.

Isabela swiftly undid all of those pesky belt buckles and leather straps and pulled the fabric aside, exposing Hawke��s ample chest to the two of them.

“And then I say Oh my, how dare you hide this from the rest of us ”, she added, gently cupping Hawke’s breasts spilling out of her slightly ill-fitting corset.

“Also, darling, I told you to throw that one out, it does not fit you properly”, Isabela reprimanded her and Hawke frowned.

“It’s one of my favorites. It used to fit.”

“Yes, it used to fit when you were still starving!”, Isabela fussed and shook her head.

“Before you got nice and plump up in Hightown”, she then added, playfully squeezing Hawke’s hips and pressing another kiss behind Hawke’s ear. Hawke hummed, leaning into the feeling of Isabela’s soft lips on her skin and resisting the urge to grind up against her as the arousal began to spread.

“And then, because she truly underestimates my capability of hiding knives on me, I do this”, Isabela said and pulled the knife Hawke had previously left there out from underneath her dress. Or shirt. Hawke still didn’t know what it was exactly. Sometimes she wore it with pants, sometimes she didn’t.

“And then…”, she said, motioning Hawke to get up so she could reach the back of her corset and bringing the knife to the strings that were holding it together.

“I cut this open because I know how expensive these things are when you cut them in the front but those strings are cheaper to replace and you don’t waste an entire corset, Varric. ”

“Hey, it was once and I bought her a new one!”, Varric defended himself from his chair and Hawke giggled again.

She felt Isabela’s knife on her back and eagerly awaited the feeling of the blade whispering over her skin, touching her, maybe even nicking her skin once or twice but Isabela never applied enough pressure to fully put her knife into Hawke.

The tight laces of the corset snapped as Isabela cut through them and she quickly tore it away from Hawke’s chest, letting her breasts spill out entirely. Isabela still had a firm grasp on Hawke’s neck, holding her up while straddling her, knife still in hand.

It was moments like this where Varric wished he was a painter instead of a writer because no words in any language could ever describe the absolute beauty of these two women, especially when they were paired together. His gaze lingered on Hawke’s exposed chest, the pale skin a stark contrast to the soft pink of her nipples, the same color as her lips, as he had noticed a while ago.

Isabela let Hawke fall back onto the bed and she cupped both of her breasts again, unable to fit them into her hands entirely. Her soft hands caressed Hawke’s nipple, slowly circling them. Varric could practically watch them perk up and a shiver overcame him, but he was only there for research purposes so he grabbed his quill and took his notes.

“Are you still following?”

“Oh, trust me, Rivaini, I am”, Varric mumbled and he looked back at the two of them.

Hawke’s cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly parted, eagerly awaiting Isabela’s next turn. Varric could only imagine how much enjoyment Isabela got out of the fact that, while Hawke may tell them where to go during the day, it was Isabela who was in charge the second they were alone.

He watched as Isabela quickly undid Hawke’s pants, throwing her boots across the room and exposing the rest of Hawke’s body to the two of them.

Varric recalled the first time he had seen her naked. How much of her there actually was. He remembered wondering what he was supposed to do with all that leg he had there right in front of him. He also, although begrudgingly, remembered that Hawke was still able to tickle the sole of his foot with her toes while he had his head between her thighs. Varric also remembered seeing that soft, black hair growing above her pussy and he remembered his slight disappointment when she wasn’t as hairy as the dwarven women he had been with before. Almost felt like a nug. Why would he want to sleep with a nug?

He watched Isabela gently touch Hawke’s thighs, coaxing them apart as she positioned herself between them again.

“And there she was, entirely at my disposal. Big bad, thug-killing Hawke with the big mouth”, Isabela mused, once again gently touching Hawke’s sides. Varric could see her shiver ever so slightly.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here”, Hawke said, her voice high pitched.

“Shh, sweetheart. Right now you’re just a storytelling tool for Varric and me, alright? You don’t have to do anything”, Isabela purred again and Varric watched Hawke melt into his mattress, any kind of protest dying in her throat.

“You’ll have to tell me your secret, Rivaini, she is never that quiet with me. She bites, too”, Varric said.

“As if you don’t like it”, Isabela claimed and Varric shrugged.

“Also, I am telling you. A woman’s touch does wonders. ”

“I am still not letting you touch Bianca.”

“Not even right now when I am helping you write your book?”, she asked innocently, pouting at him playfully.

“No, sweetheart. Not even now that you are helping me write my book.”

“Oh, you stubborn little man, you”, she said dismissively and turned her attention back to Hawke.

“Anyway, where were we? Oh, yes, so I look at her and tell her ‘ How dare you hide that from all of us!’ And she said ‘Some of us get cold, Isabela’ ”, she continued, giving an impressively accurate impression of the way Hawke talked.

Varric dutifully wrote down that dialogue. Other details could and would change but he was a stickler for dialogue; he needed to get it right.

“And I said ‘Then let me make sure I warm you right up, sweet thing.’ ”

And with that, Isabela pressed another kiss to her lips, lingering there for a moment as they both smiled at each other, before hungrily deepening the kiss. Something told Varric that this was not part of the show they were intending to put on. He knew the look of someone pining for Hawke but being too terrified of the commitment to actually say something - he did own a mirror.

He noted down the kiss and then looked back up to watch Isabela kiss down Hawke’s neck, playfully biting her collar bone before dipping deeper and putting her plush lips on Hawke’s nipples. Hawke moaned sweetly as Isabela began to suck on her boobs, biting her here and there, while Hawke began to squirm under her touch.

“Patience, darling, we need Varric to get all of the details”, Isabela said and smiled as she moved lower on Hawke, firmly positioning her head between her thighs.

Varric found it harder and harder to concentrate with the way Hawke sounded as Isabela touched her. He felt his cock strain against the fabric of his pants, but he could not give up his position here.

Focus on the notes.

Varric wondered if he was some kind of masochist the way he constantly denied himself pleasure but he decided that this sort of problem would be something the Varric from the future could think about.

He listened to Hawke’s soft moans and gasps as Isabela slowly and expertly ate her out. She knew exactly how Hawke worked now, they had been doing this for a couple of years at this point and she knew how much Hawke hated the slow part of it. She was impatient, sometimes. Focused on the quick and hard release, very close to what she was like in combat. Her fighting was offensive, her magic hit with a force and intensity Isabela rarely saw in a mage. Just like Anders, Hawke sometimes fought like a cornered animal.

Now, however, she was squirming underneath the feeling of Isabela’s mouth on her clit. Hawke liked intense and punishing pleasure, a fact Isabela delighted in. She sucked hard on Hawke’s clit, creating a vacuum as she repeatedly flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot between her thighs. Hawke had grabbed her hair, undoubtedly messing up her hairband, as Isabela gently pushed two of her fingers inside of Hawke. She glanced to the side to check if Varric was still watching and she almost burst out laughing as she saw him eagerly taking notes.

What a strange individual , she thought, as she gently pumped her fingers inside Hawke, teasing her with pace and smiling against her when her moans of pleasure quickly turned into grunts of frustration.

“Patience, Hawke, I am not trying to write a short story here. You need to give me something to work with”, Varric said lowly from his chair and Isabela swore that his voice made Hawke clench with pleasure.

“Oh, Varric, talk to her more, she liiiked that”, Isabela said as she came up for air.

“Rivaini, I fear I don’t have a speaking role in this scene, but I will note it down for another time.”

“May I watch? I wanna see her melt under those strong, rough hands and that sweet, sweet voice of yours.”

“Of course you can”, Varric promised, avoiding eye contact for a second.

“I promise I won’t laugh at your arse. Mari told me it was small”, she said.

Hawke laughed. Unfortunately he knew that laugh. She had a specific laugh every time she talked about man asses. This was it. He he he he .

Varric scoffed.

Isabela returned to her previous position between Hawke’s thighs, adding her mouth back to the equation after leaving Hawke with only her agonizingly slow fingers still pumping in and out of her.

“Isabela, please ”, Hawke whimpered, bucking her hips against Isabela’s fingers deep inside of her.

“Good job, that’s exactly what you said”, she whispered, pressing a rewarding kiss to the inside of her thigh.

“Say it again, I don’t think Varric heard you.”

“No, I don’t think I caught that”, the dwarf commented from his chair, a wicked smirk on his face. Hawke grumbled.

“No, that’s not what you said. Try again, sweet thing”, Isabela purred, withdrawing her fingers and dragging her tongue lazily up and down Hawke’s pussy, while the younger woman squirmed.

“Isabela, please ”, Hawke said again, louder this time.

“ Good girl ”, Varric and Isabela said at the same time.

“Maker”, Hawke whined, arching her back.

“ Please ”, she begged again and Isabela smiled.

“You got all of that, Varric? I wouldn’t want you to miss any of this.”

“No, Rivaini, I got it. I think you can move on to the next part.”

They both laughed and Hawke felt her cheeks blush even deeper. She should not be relishing in the humiliation of being this exposed, of having them laugh at how aroused this situation made her but she was . She wanted Varric to see how fast Isabela made her cum, she wanted to hear a comment about how easy she was in general. She wanted Varric to watch . She loved it when he watched. She loved the vulnerability of being perceived in that way. She had thought about Varric watching her once, when she was alone. Thought about what comment he could possibly come up with watching her cast a milder version of Spirit Bolt on her clit, willingly torturing herself with those small shocks. She thought about what he would think about her casting an ice spell, getting her fingers to freezing temperatures before playing with her nipples. She wanted him to see her and Anders, her and Sebastian…

Deep in the thoughts of always having Varric’s eyes on her, she didn’t even hear the other comments Isabela made, she just focused on Varric, his presence in the room and the fact that he was writing down the pleasure someone else gave her right now. She was vulnerable to him, his perception of her and this should terrify her but it did not. Quite the opposite. She felt Isabela sucking on her clit, she felt Varric watch her and she wanted to put on more of a show for him and she arched her back, grabbing her own tits and frantically massaging them as she neared her completion. She moaned again, loudly, clasping her thighs around Isabelas neck and pushing her further into her pussy as she began to grind against Isabela’s pierced tongue.

She came hard and fast, just the way she liked it and Isabela did not let go of her, quite the opposite. She sucked on her sensitive clit, giving her not even a second to relish in that orgasm, overstimulating her further. Hawke did not want Isabela to stop, she did not want Varric to stop watching. Her lustful moans turned into high pitched whimpers as the relentless stimulation she got from Isabela drove her right into the highs of another orgasm right after her first one and she drove her fingernails into the soft skin of her breasts.

Isabela finally let up and got up between her thighs, looking at the sweaty, panting Hawke right in front of her. A proud smile spread on her face and she gently touched Hawke’s cheek again.

“Such a good girl”, Isabela said sweetly and she saw Hawke giving her a lopsided smile.

Oh, there was that praise that she chased so much.

She looked over at Varric who was looking at the two of them.

“I am surprised that I do not see you with your hands in your pants there, Varric.”

“Told you, Rivaini, I am just here to write my book. This is just for research purposes.”

“Research purposes?”

“Research purposes.”

Isabela chuckled.

“As you wish then.”

#varric tethras #isabela dragon age #female hawke #i will be tagging this as #f!hawkebela #hawkebela #because they are the main focus its just that varric is also there #theyre frequently bought together dont separate them #oc: mari hawke #dragon age fanfiction

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