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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 132. brb x oc

a/n: tumblr still hates me *thumbs up* but im still here!! so reblogs and comments are super welcome!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none. just bea's aunt being a witch uwu

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

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Both her and Bradley returned to the table with the memory of those tiny gifts in the back of their minds. They noticed that Martha was too busy talking to everyone else to focus on them this time, which was more than welcome.

Beatrice’s crazy witch aunt had this weird ability to find where you are no matter what, hence why it was good to see she wasn’t right now.

Beatrice sighed, holding Nicole up to her chest and smiling down at her daughter’s head. She still had the smile on her face as she turned to Rooster, “What do you think it is?” she asks with her teeth gritted and lips barely moving, trying to appear as inconspicuous as she could, “Because now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“I’m not sure,gorgeous. What do you think your aunt would want to give us?”

“Something related to the T I’m sure.” she murmurs, “She knows,Roos.I know she does.”

“Your aunt is mystical like that.”

“She sure is.”

Meanwhile, they noticed how Pete,Penny and Amelia felt at home.Beatrice knew, from Shells, that the holidays were often celebrated by themselves for a long time, Penny’s father - and Shells and Amelia’s grandfather - passed away a few years ago and the family itself was never big. Penny’s sister passed as soon as she ‘left’ Shells with the brunette, so it probably meant a lot to Penny that she was invited.

Of course she knew her boss was worried too, maybe not so much as Mav but clearly enough to ask Beatrice about it. Amelia was excited, she was out of college until the New Years and she jumped at the opportunity to meet Beatrice’s family when she found out how much they’d do there.

And honestly…it was nice.

It was a complete opposite of how Beatrice’s parents thought of the bar and of Penny, no matter how good Beatrice said her boss was, they were still worried. The last time they went there before Bea and Rooster got married was the final knot to be tied, after all her father saw Jeff again after all these years.

Beatrice relaxed a bit, knowing that the night was going fine. Even if they found the gifts, even if they saw something they clearly shouldn’t, she was relaxing more…however her stomach felt a bit sick.

She licked her lips, feeling the discomfort slowly moving up and down inside of her, clearing her throat and sipping some water, “Roos.”

“What?’

“I’m feeling kinda off.”

Her husband straightened on the chair, shielding her from her relative’s eyes, “...nausea?” she nods, “Damn, can you hold it in?”

“I can try, it’s not so bad yet, but…it’s really,” she clears her throat again, “It’s getting to me a bit.”

Rooster hummed, sliding his hand towards her lower back to gently massage the flesh there and keep a steady hold against her in case she felt too bad, ‘Let me know if anything goes off,okay?’ she nods, but so far it’s manageable.

The dinner was fine too…it was dessert that made her feel a bit worse.

She did eat a normal amount of savory things, but the second that cake came into view her stomach churned. Which was a pain considering it was a chocolate cake that her mother baked from scratch with tiny pieces of hazelnut and chocolate flakes on top. But she couldn’t…take a bite. She swallowed hard, so hard that Bradley’s eyes snapped towards her in worry, one of his hands sliding to her own.

She nodded at him in silence, deciding that if she took a swig of water, she’d be okay. So she did bring it to her lips, swallowed it as slowly as she could then inhaled before grabbing the fork to slide onto the spongy cake.

The sound of the fork entering the moist dessert however, wasn’t appealing to the twins because she immediately regretted it.

Okay, this was going to be very hard.

She licked her lips, tapping the edge of the plate with her fork while Nicole tried to grab it, gurgling a laugh when her mother moved it out of the way, “It’s okay.” she murmured to herself, “It’s okay, everything is okay, just take one bite.” another churn, “A small one, no one will notice,I can take the rest home,my mom will be okay with it.”

Thank God everyone else was too busy talking amongst themselves to know of her own problems. And honestly, it was a bit harder to ignore it now, because the nausea was like a small tornado inside her stomach.

“Just one bite.” she repeats, bringing the minuscule, microscopical amount on her fork to her lips, clenching her eyes when the taste exploded on her tongue - it was delicious - and then swallowed slowly, waiting for her nausea to get worse.

The second that tiny piece landed in her stomach, she could swear she saw double.

“...oh no.” she made sure to toss the fork away as discreetly as she could, then she tugged on Rooster’s shirt, “Roos.’

“What?”

“I…I think a bathroom trip is needed.”

Rooster stops chewing to look around and check their surroundings, “Do you want me to hold Nikki?” she nods, already moving the six months old to his arms as she adjusts herself to stand up, “Will you be okay? Do you want me to go with you?”

“No,” she lifts a hand to stop him from following her, “It’ll call too much attention,I’ll be quick.”

“Okay.” he purses his lips to kiss her but she’s beelining away from the table with her fists clenched, avoiding everyone in the way. He blinks, frowning a bit but understanding that the situation was intense enough for her to just skedaddle out of there quickly.

Bradley sighed, leaning back on his chair as he placed Nicole on his chest, smiling when the little girl tried to grab his own fork “No,Nikki, you can’t eat this yet.” he murmurs, kissing her head, ‘When you are older, only then, you can have this.”

“Aa!” she sounded so annoyed

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. I’m doing this for your own safety.”

“Sounds like someone I know.” his uncle’s voice makes him look back to where he was, holding a glass of wine and a plate with his own slice of cake. He looks back at the glass doors, gesturing with his beverage, “Bea was in a hurry. Is she okay?”

“Yeah, just,” Rooster moves his hand over his lower area, “Girl things.”

“Ah,I see.” Pete sighed as he sat down next to Rooster, placing the wine on the table in front of him and then smiling down at Nicole, “Hi, sweet girl, are you enjoying Christmas?” Nicole’s chubby grin melted Maverick’s heart and he kissed her tiny hand when she reached to his face, “You are too cute, it’s amazing she’s still awake.”

‘Nicole likes people.” Rooster smiles, turning Nicole’s body around so her back was on his chest and her tiny legs dangled over his arm, giving her more room to touch her granduncle turned grandpa, “She doesn’t mind staying up late, she’ll sleep…most of the day tomorrow.”

“Nothing like you.” he comments, “You couldn’t handle being up more than two hours after your bedtime. You don’t remember but a Christmas that I visited you guys you tried to stay awake only to fall asleep on the hallway.”

Bradley’s cheeks reddened and he was thankful Beatrice wasn’t there, “Mav.” he clears his throat, “Come on,I was a kid.”

“And you were a fussy kid who wanted to eat everything.” he says without missing a beat, “Like nachos and obviously,chocolate. You remember those times?”

“Not a lot.”

“I do, you were very noisy and kept trying to eat everything you saw.” his nephew just blushed harder, “I might tell Beatrice that when she comes back.” and he just smirks even more when Bradley moves his gaze away, “But,no, I’m kidding…how are you guys though? Everything good?”

“Everything is great,Mav.” for more reasons than one, two extra reasons in fact, “We are good.”

“You guys going to Virginia on Monday,yeah?”

“Yeah, we plan to stay a week at best. Gotta enjoy my leave however I can.”

“I know.” Maverick smiles down at Nicole, gently brushing those soft strands of hair out of her face, letting her hold his finger when he’s close enough, “You guys will have a lot of fun.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Oh, another thing.” Bradley hums in question, turning to face Mav, “Thanks for inviting us…Bea’s family is really welcoming.”

“Did her mom try to shove another piece of cake?”

“Yeah.” he chuckles, “She did but it’s not every day I have chocolate cake, so. I let myself enjoy it.”

Bradley was happy that Maverick seemed to be at peace, much like he was when he joined the family. It’s strange because for a while neither of them had that, this…belonging to somewhere, he knew Mav’s family was long gone and the one he had was…Rooster for a long while.

Now both of them were together, and they had more people to lean on if they needed. Beatrice’s family was always very welcoming of people as long as they showed they could be trusted. Bradley’s first meeting with Rafael was something to remember, that man could be intense even without trying but he was honest and if there was one thing the Schiavoni’s appreciated was honesty.

Maverick had his moments, he was crazy, he was wild and he was a bit stubborn but he had a good heart. Plus, being his uncle was already a good point because - and he didn’t want to say it outloud but Beatrice and even some of her siblings said so - he was quickly becoming their favorite.

Bradley was about to say something when he saw Martha standing up, slowly and almost gliding away from the table, walking towards the glass doors. He tensed up, his mouth shutting because now his focus was on Beatrice’s aunt, “Brad?” Mav calls, gently nudging his shoulder, “Hey,what’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You went quiet and looked away for a second, is everything okay?”

“Oh everything is okay.” he replies almost automatically, and he mentally hopes that Beatrice is okay in there.

She was not okay.

She was kneeling in front of the toilet, already flushed mind you, with her head touching the cool porcelain as she tried to calm her body down. The twins liked to show up unannounced, that’s one thing for sure. She sighed, clenching her eyes with her hand on her forehead, moving a bit so she was leaning against the wall instead of the toilet, legs tucked under her as she tried to breathe.

She chose to use her parents’ bathroom because no one would come in here unless it was her mom or dad, so she took the time to let herself calm down. She furrowed her brows, feeling another wave of nausea come up and she prayed to everything she could remember that she didn’t throw up on her parent’s bathroom floor.

That’d be something to explain.

She sighed again, then felt her phone vibrate in her skirt’s pockets. She knew it was Rooster, but she was too weak to pull it out and check ,”Ugh…” but if she didn’t he’d come over and they didn’t need that.

Roos (23:14)

Baby?? You okay? You’ve been there a while

Bea (23:14)

:( yeah. I threw up. Im just sitting on the cold floor Roos. It’s nice.

Roos (23:15)

Do you need me to go there?

Bea (23:16)

No.I’m fine…I’ll be out in a few seconds.

Beatrice was going to continue her message, but a knock on the door made her stop and snap her head towards it, “Y-Yea?

“Preziosa? Are you okay in there?”

Oh,shit.

Beatrice’s eyes widened and she quickly scrambled to her feet, “Yea-shit!” she kicked the plant pot her mother kept in the corner on the way up, luckily it didn’t break because she was quick enough to hold it still as it spun on it’s axis, preventing a tragedy in a matter of seconds, “I-I’m fine! Don’t worry about me!”

“Well you’ve been in there for a while.”

“Oh, um, well, i-it’s nothing!I’m just, you know, had a little accident.”

“Okay,I’ll wait for you then.”

“What?”

“I’ll wait for you.” and the distinct creak of her parents’ old bed reached her ears. That thing always creaked if you dared breathing on it. Beatrice groaned, because if she sat down it meant that she had little to no options when she walked out.

Beatrice sighed, looking at herself in the mirror - she didn’t look that pale - and she rubbed some of her cherry lip balm over her lips to regain some color. With one final look at herself she slowly opened the door and saw her aunt, hands folded on top of her lap and a serene smile on her face, one that Beatrice weakly reciprocated “...hi,zia.”

“Hello,darling.” Martha’s smile widens, then she pats the bed, “Come,sit.”

“Oh,I have to-go back to Brad and-”

“Oh I won’t take too long.” another pat, “Come on now.”

Beatrice wrung her hands together, rubbing her wedding band a bit too hard and wincing when it burned her skin…but she complied. Shuffling over to the bed and settling down next to her aunt, the bed immediately squeaked in protest- that thing was going to break one of these days and if her father wasn’t so stubborn in getting a new one it wouldn’t happen.

She waited for a bit, peeking over her aunt by the corner of her eye only to see her aunt was already looking at her, “...um…so…what did you want to talk about,zia?”

“...well, you and Bradley,” she wags her finger, “You two are very very naughty. You two found my gifts.”

Beatrice choked on her spit, “I-I-we didn’t mean to-”

But Martha laughed, waving it off, “It’s fine,Beatrice.I knew you’d find it.” of course she did, “In fact,” she pulls the two gifts from behind her, placing it on her lap, “I will give this to you now.”

“What- but-”

Martha sets it on Beatrice’s palm, placing one hand on top of the gift and the other below, her face going weirdly serious, “But you cannot open it here. You need to open it at home and this one,” she taps the blue box,” You have to give it to Bradley.”

“What? Why? It’s…yours?”

“No, it’s yours.”

She was growing really tired of her aunt’s cryptic personality, she really was. But before she could ask more, Martha stood up - not before kissing her niece’s cheeks- and walked out of the room…just like that.

Beatrice sat on the bed holding the tiny gifts with her mouth parted open, brows furrowed and looking completely confused because well…she was.

She looks back down at the box and shakes it a bit, the weight wasn’t…strange, but it was something small, and it rattled a bit. Beatrice frowned more, turning the box in her hands and then tsking “...everyone in my family is weirdly endearing…whatever she got us is probably to protect us.” she pushes herself to her feet, still looking at the box.

“Oh!”

“Ah!” Beatrice almost drops the boxes when she saw her aunt’s face from the corner, “Zia!I-”

“Another thing!” Martha walks in as if she forgot something, rubbing her hands together then hovering them over her niece’s shoulders, Beatrice tried to ask what was happening but Martha gently shushed her whispering something under her breath. Her aunt’s hands hovered down her arms until they stopped above her stomach - a shot of panic darted through her - and her aunt smiled knowingly, “There.” she says, “It’s done.”

“...what is done?” she got another kiss, this time on the forehead, “Zia? What is done?”

“ Come on, preziosa, we have to open the gifts, oh-” she points to the boxes “Hide those in the pockets, yes?’ Beatrice did, albeit extremely befuddled by her aunt’s antics, “Come now. Everyone is waiting.”

Beatrice follows her aunt down the stairs, stopping on the top when she saw Rooster below, his brown eyes widening when he notices Martha coming down first. He greeted her politely and the older woman cupped his cheeks and made him lean down to kiss his forehead just like she did Beatrice’s, before turning her attention towards Nicole.

Nicole giggled at the touch, wriggling a bit on Rooster’s arms as Beatrice walked all the way down, the three of them following Martha as she glided all the way back to the patio, meeting her husband halfway. “Bea.” her husband begins, “What…exactly happened?”

“...well,she…she did, um…witch stuff,I guess.”

“Ah.”

“And she gave me the gifts but,it’s–I have to give one of them to you.”

“Okay?’

“You know,maybe we can just,” she moves her hands absently, “Just ignore this for now? Just until we get back home?”

“You know what? I like that idea.”

“Good.”

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cassie-fanfics · 2 years

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I posted 4,956 times in 2022

That's 4,956 more posts than 2021!

99 posts created (2%)

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None of us can function because of Hera and Chopper. Also I would like to know about Jacen and Ezra. I have seen that mena Massoud is at least being considered (really hope they confirm soon). Also we need Jacen!

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Wait, they're actually considering Mena Massoud for Ezra???

We need need need need Jacen in the series though.

I am becoming more dysfunctional by the minute now that I know that Ezra might be in the show.

Well, my fanfic writing plans for today will now be leaving so I can obsess over the Ahsoka series. I'm so so so excited for this series now.

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Family member: *lecturing me on why I should be more polite*

Me, an introvert who doesn’t feel like making basic human interaction: *wondering what I did wrong because I don’t want to talk and don’t know what to say*

18 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

So I was reading Chapter 3 of @laughingphoenixleader's fanfic Space Married?, which is awesome and I love it so much, but anyway, there was a moment where Kanan tells Hera that he worries about her sleeping schedule sometimes, to which she responds, "I abandoned a healthy sleeping schedule at age twelve as one of my first acts of rebellion against my father."

And because I used to spend a lot of time looking at memes, an idea got into my brain. Everything I just wrote is prelude to this:

Related to that whole thing, I now have an account on a memeing site because I just can't let things like this slide.

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When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)❤️❤️❤️

oh thank you!!!!

I like my taste in music (it's VERY weird but I love it)

I like my brain. It is very weird but it keeps me alive and I like that.

I like my clothing style, because if I could have it the way I want it to be, I wouldn't own anything but Star Wars (and other fandoms too!) t-shirts.

I like my asexuality and my being aromantic. (also, autocorrect, learn proper English. aromantic is a valid word!)

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My #1 post of 2022

10 different characters from 10 different fandoms

@amikoroyaiart tagged 'everyone who wants to do this' so that means me I guess?

Rules: List your 10 characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people.

'kay, this will be kinda hard.

Hera Syndulla - Star Wars

Annabeth Chase - Percy Jackson

Primrose Everdeen - The Hunger Games

Tsunami - Wings of Fire

*forgot about Arcane for a few seconds* OH WAIT Caitlyn - Arcane

Pooky - Garfield

Ginny Weasley - Harry Potter (I don't read it much anymore because it's not really that good but I used to love it lol)

is nancy drew a fandom? then Nancy Drew - Nancy Drew

two more to go this will be hard um Amy Santiago - Brooklyn Nine-Nine

last one! I'm not really into Marvel but I needed someone else so: Yelena Romanoff - Marvel

Tagging.... @laughingphoenixleader, @kanerallels, @generaljarrus-syndulla , and pretty much everyone else who wants to play as well!

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smolvenger · 2 years

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Stella of Essex or The Vicar's Wife Betrayed Series. Chapter 7: Purple Hyacinth

A Fix-It Fanfiction Series of The Essex Serpent

Pairing: some Stella Ransome/William Ransome but focusing on the tragedy of their marriage, eventually Stella Ransome/Male OC

Series Summary: The Essex Serpent is reimagined and told from the perspective of Stella Ransome. And with a new ending. Stella must come to terms with not only her mortality but her husband's heartbreaking affair. A picture of a marriage of love and bliss torn apart by a husband's infidelity. And Stella herself in the center of it all, torn between a wife's duty and her own quiet but present rage. Where in the midst of devastating heartbreak she gains her strength, finds her voice, and dares to seek freedom, hope...and even revenge.

Chapter Summary: In Which, Stella mourns her husband's affair with The Woman. And makes a decision.

Warnings: Eventual Major Character Death, Discussions of Adultery and the Trauma of Being Cheated On, Female Rage, Mentions of Suicide, ANGST, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Illness, Victorian era Marriage laws, Religion, Mentions of death and the almost death of a child- but the child doesn't actually die. Greif and Betrayal and Stella grieving and being sad and angry about William cheating (she has every right to be), being Anti-William and Anti-C*ra so if you like them or this pairing you have been warned. Good For Her Plotline

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Chapter Word Count: Less than 5K

Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six

“And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; …O, woe is me T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!” - Hamlet, Shakespeare, II.I.132

GILDA Ah, these are the loving words... ...the scoundrel spoke once to me!

RIGOLETTO (to Gilda) Hush, weeping can do no good, etc.

GILDA O wretched heart betrayed, do not break for sorrow.- Rigoletto, English Translation

“Such was her affection for him, that she loved him in all places, and was desirous of doing anything for his convenience, credit, and comfort…How much more commendable was the behavior of these women than that of those who rail at their imprudent or incontinent husbands, and by their conduct render that home which before was undesirable, quite hateful, and insupportable!”- Alexander Walker, Woman Physiologically Considered, as to Mind, Morals, Marriage, Matrimonial Slavery, Infidelity, and Divorce.

“And (God) said…Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat? And the man said, The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat.” Genesis 3:11-12, KJV

I remember shaking.

They finished. they smiled at each other and kissed once more. William and The Woman wandered further into the woods, clutching hands.

My legs gave in beneath me. I caught myself. Doubting everything I saw. Wondering if I was in a nightmare. But it was when I looked down and saw how my knuckles were clenched and I saw the last tail end of William’s tan coat vanish that I knew it was real.

Pulling myself onto the windowsill. Everything seemed to spin as I returned to my- no- our bedroom.

I went to the bookshelf and grabbed one of my journals, one of the older ones. I turned it to the page with the gardenia from years ago. The one William gave to me. His very first gift. The one that gave me hope that maybe he loved me. Keeping it open, I clutched it to my heart.

I couldn’t cry. I hugged onto it tighter on the chair and ducked my head down, squeezing my eyes shut. Then opening them.

I used to love this room. That sacred space where so many beautiful memories and moments. How bitter, sad, dusty, and dark it all looked. The blue walls seemed grey in the dim light. The fireplace was cold and dark. The plates and pillows I decorated looked ugly and gaudy. It was all bitter and haunted and disgusting.

I went over and sat down on the bed. I placed a hand over the covers sweeping through them. It crumpled into a fist as I buried my face into the blankets.

This bed was mine and William’s. The centerpiece of our beautiful little world. It was the bed where our marriage was consummated. Where he used his body to tell mine it loved it. Where our five children were created. The bed where we had our own quiet oasis at the end of each long day. Now it was tainted and abandoned. Once it was dented from his weight and soft from the pressing of his body. Now it felt like a rock, even the blankets felt cold to me.

Did she know everything he promised to me? That he gave me flower seeds and wrote me love letters? That he held my hand as we watched Julianna’s small casket lowering into the ground? That he stayed up late rocking little James to sleep when he cried at night so I could sleep? Did she know what he said to me? That I was his star, his angel? That he made vows before none other than the regional bishop and all Aldwinter that he would be my husband. That he would be mine until death did us part. And he was still alive, and so was I. Sick, weak, dying, but alive.

I turned my face up and saw that we had decorated some of the walls and bookshelves with photos. I traced my hand over the photo of our wedding day- me looking down demurely in a white lacy dress with a bustle and William, then with only a hint of a beard.

There was a photo of me holding little Joanna on the day of her christening- christened by her father! The man who represented and lead none other than the church! Who spoke of morality, what was right and what was wrong, and how to avoid sin.

Then, finally, there was a photo of the five of us- of our three surviving children and us. I and William were seated, Joanna and John in the back and James on the side as the dog sat obediently next to us.

All those happy, peaceful memories and moments were for nothing!

I set down the photos and staggered into his study. His room. The very place where he learned all about how to be a Christian Man and preach it to others. On his desk were the piles of papers. I blinked, and then picked them up, reading them. I found they were not any drafts of a book. No, they were letters. Letters from The Woman. And drafts of letters to The Woman. The dates on the far-left corners were all recent. As early as the week she arrived here.

I read them word for word. There were discussions. Discussions of the Serpent. Of Leviathan. Of the Aldwinter beach. Of Joanna’s antics and Frankie’s. Of faith and science. Then it changed.

The letters were of love. Love. She returned his feelings. The drafts were all confessing the longing in his heart and body for her.

Not for me. Not for his wife. For her.

One letter from her wrote how she noticed how longingly he would look at her at dinner. That she noticed his glances and stares. It was at the very dinner where I made the roast, vegetables, and biscuits in her welcome. I wasn’t even sick then. And I was present.

The letter fell from my hand and I became dizzy, falling onto the chair and clutching onto its arm of it for support. I felt a lump in my throat, but not from blood.

Oh, God! Oh God, what had I done! It was all my fault! I thought it was at most a harmless infatuation, a small thing, nothing more! I had permitted him to dance with her the night of the party! I thought dancing with her would make him happy for a little while after seeing his torment in my condition.

Once, he had a great passion for me. Once, we were making love at the rate of twice a day. Once, we continued to regularly bed each other after the births of five children. Had he…no longer wanted me? Had my ill body now disgusted him? Was that the real source of his grief?

It then struck me. He had made love frequently and passionately to me. The whole time I thought it was for me alone due to its frequency, that I was his wife, and that he loved me.

Oh God, all those years, and now it struck me how naïve I had been! How come I not realized something about William this whole time? Fourteen years of marriage to him, and yet it never struck me the truth about him!

His weakness was lust!

That was his sin. That was the one closest to his heart and the one that made him twitch and struggle. That was his Achilles Heel.

Had I realized that sooner, I would not have allowed him an inch near The Woman. I would object and insist he avoids her partnership to search for The Serpent. I would not have sent him to the dance with her. I had given a hungry wolf a key to a den full of plump and injured sheep without thinking he would bite into one.

I crumpled the paper beneath my hand and set it down. I bit down on my tongue to keep from screaming until I tasted blood from it.

Were there more letters he was hiding from me? All this time? Had there been others before she arrived?

She, she, she, she…I never considered myself an angry, spiteful person. Not until now. I knew now how it was to truly hate. I had not a single redeeming thing I could think of The Woman. I wondered if I could even have the heart to look at her. I hated every bit of her. I felt a wave of anger and pure hatred I had not dared feel in ages. Even if Joanna admired her. Even considering her past, even if her husband beat and choked her, I felt no pity for her anymore. Cruel fantasies entered my mind. I wished that her husband killed her long before she set foot in Aldwinter. I wanted to slap her pretty face until it bruised. I began thinking of the truly awful, horrible things I could scream and hurl at her.

Yet I sat there, hands shaking.

I opened another drawer of William’s desk. I pulled out papers, scanning to see if there were any more letters or letters from any others before. And in the bottom of the middle drawer, I found a small hunting pistol. And bullets. I put it in my hands, filling one bullet into the gun.

Perhaps I should end it. End my suffering. Stop waiting for the consumption to take its final toll and get it over with. I should let him be free. Let him be happy. Let him finger her against a tree as many times as it pleased him. Let them walk on beaches and dance and father her children and live in his house in his bed and go to church and cook and clean for him as I once did.

3. Support him in his emotions without complaint

Or perhaps, this was the wrong method. Maybe I should pick a suicide more poetic. One only he would know of so he would know the severity of his betrayal. I would leave a note pinned to me and then fill my pockets with heavy stones, find his secret pond, and keep walking into the waters.

But…maybe if I did, then there was the risk that I would go to hell. Then, for all my work, devotion, and sacrifices for William, I would be damned, and he would get away with it and continue his affair now that I was out of the way.

Why should he be the free one and not I? Why could he take a lover and I could not? Why could he destroy our marriage vows and not I? Why should I be the one sent to hell after a life of faithful service and him the one to survive in sin?

Most of all, why should he be the one to live and I the one to die?!

I placed the gun down on the desk.

I opened the window for some air. And in a distance away-I saw him. Her son. The Woman’s son. Frankie. Sitting on the grass, Quietly looking out into the sky and the view of the town.

I picked up the gun and felt the gunpoint out the window at him.

Yes, part of me whispered. It’s perfect. He is right there. Frankie.

I could easily do it. One small movement of a finger and everything would change. If that is what William could do- move his finger and ruin everything, then so could I.

It would be worse than killing The Woman. Worse because She would live to suffer through it.

And oh, after such pleasure, she would suffer. Yes, she would suffer immensely. Her choice would bring her suffering for her sin, rather than the mercy of death. If she stole William from me, then I would steal Frankie from her. William proved my deepest, most silent fear true. She was better than me. Everything I could not be. But in this, The Woman and I would finally be equal. She would know the pain I felt in losing my husband with the pain she would feel for losing Frankie. In blood, she brought him forth and in blood, I would take him back.

I slowly walked closer. Frankie never noticed me and kept on picking at the weeds in the grass, face turned away.

My finger reached for the trigger. But I could not pull it. It trembled in my hand. I found tears were starting to flow from my eyes and my teeth were gritted.

Frankie turned around to look at the sky, his face in profile. Such bright, curious eyes. My children have bright curious eyes.

I lowered the gun and returned it to its drawer, shutting it. I closed the window.

How could I? How could I even consider such a horrible thing? What if someone did that to James, Joanna, or John? It was as if I almost murdered one of my own! Why should Frankie, an innocent boy, be the one punished for the sins committed by his mother?

I walked down the stairs. Not even the dog was around.

Without William, without my children, without my parents, without my siblings, without the clergy, without the people of Aldwinter…who was I?

I was alone. Truly, truly alone.

I then walked outside. My garden was dead and bare. Nothing but brown dirt and withered plants.

I walked around the house and off to where the woods began. I could see the attic window high up. I knew which tree it was. I had a feeling. I walked across the small field and into the woods. I approached the tree. The tree where they made love. I took off my blue ribbon and tied it around a branch on the tree.

As I walked further, I kept thinking of her- her with her red dress, her pale skin, and most of all her hair.

That was what William wanted! He didn’t a woman like me at all he wanted someone like her! Like her! Even with hair like her!

In a fury I ripped off the pins of my hair and threw them to the ground, loosening my hair, making it loose since that was how she wore it! If I had only worn my hair like hers, let each strand fall, perhaps William would have never strayed from my bed!

I hated it- I hated my hair, it wasn’t hers. I hated my sick body- it wasn’t her healthy, open, available one. I hated my character and interests- it wasn't her character and interests. I hated everything about myself- because it wasn’t hers. I hated myself since I wasn’t her.

I kept walking down, feeling my hair free and moving with the small breeze, not caring for the bitter cold. I embraced it. Anything was warmer than William Ransome’s marriage bed. I staggered onto a tree, out of breath, holding onto the branch, clutching it.

I let out a scream. I had not screamed since I was in labor for James. Birds flew away. I wondered if anyone heard me. But no one came.

Then finally, I sobbed. Not the quiet tears I had over almost murdering Frankie True, big, loud, violent sobs. I cried and cried

I then let go of the branch and collapsed onto the grass and dirt. I curled up into it like an animal or a child. And I cried more. Cried and cried and cried and sobbed and wailed and cried, face hot, tears everywhere, my body shaking from how deep they were. I was gulping for air in between sobs only to cry some more.

I cried for William, the generous, kind, handsome, open-minded, gentle, religious, and loving husband I met, knew, loved, and married. The William who made little jokes. The William who took morning walks and would show me the pebbles he found after. The William who spoiled me with gifts swam with me in a pond and said he loved me. How I thought that since he was a priest, he was a good man.

I cried for the old William I missed and this new William I just discovered. I cried for how this side of William was always there inside him only I was too stupid to realize it.

I cried about our wedding. I cried for our dances. I cried for our holidays I cried for the church, his church, his ministry, and the years I poured into helping it and its people for nothing.

I cried for the five children I brought into the world from him and yet despite the years of having them inside me and the great pain of labor and the risk of death on my part just to bring even them into the world, that that wasn’t enough for him. I cried for how the surviving children would have to learn that their father no longer loved their mother but someone else.

I cried for how I was now abandoned to die of consumption. I cried from how unfair it was. I cried for our dinners, the laundry, the meals, the garden, the list I followed, and everything I did for him and how it was all in vain.

Most of all, I cried that I wasn’t enough for him.

I felt the last sob escape me. Then there was no urge to cry. There was silence. Only the birds and the rustling of the trees.

I got up and leaned against the tree. I coughed out a little bit and saw that there was some blood on my hand. I wiped it off onto my white nightgown on the skirt. If a hunter or wanderer discovered me, I wouldn’t care. But what was I even to do?

Could I go back into that cold bed and stay there? Alone as he would go into the forest and roll around in the grass with The Woman? To pretend that I didn’t know and didn’t care? To pretend I approved? To pretend to my children and the clergy that I wasn’t devastated? To even die like this? To have fourteen years of my life as the wife of a vicar for nothing? To have my final moments be that alone, unwanted, and most of all, unloved by the man I married?

1. No matter what, you must overall support your husband in his ministry, friendship, and partner with him for a loving home atmosphere.

I blinked out of my thoughts as a crow let out his caw above me. Looking down, I noticed there were seven blue wildflowers.

It was still winter. Yet…here they were alive and blooming. Despite the coldness and death, they survived. I plucked one from the ground and twiddled it in my fingers, I placed it in my hair to feel it. Then as I plucked another one, I felt a tranquility wash over me. Just as it did when I found blue wildflowers at Julianna and Josephine’s graves.

I recalled losing my daughters. I recalled the dream I had after their deaths. I recalled what I heard them say.

“Save yourself, Mama.”

I remembered William’s words after the doctor’s fatal announcement. “She always was too good for this world.”

I could be good, saintly, perfect, and die.

Or live.

And I wanted to live.

I now knew what I had to do.

It would be hard. So, help me it would be hard. One part of it would be the hardest of all. But it would be worth it, I resolved. No matter how sick I fell. No matter if this was my last day or hour. I would no longer tolerate this.

I got up, and on the path back to the Ransome house, I passed the tree with the blue ribbon. I stared at it for a second. Before I acted on my plan, there was one thing that had to be done.

I walked to the front yard. The axe was still against the tree stump. I picked it up. It was heavy with my weakened arms, but my fury gave me strength, and resolve tightened my grip on the handle.

I returned to the tree with the blue ribbon. The tree where The Woman and William consummated their affair.

I picked up the axe and slammed the blade against the wood. I kept hacking it again and again and again. A sick, frail woman is no woodsman, but I kept at it. Grunts and even yells escaped my mouth. Let all Aldwinter hear me. I didn’t care. They all would know what he did eventually.

The tree could not be chopped down by me, it was far too thick and sturdy. But now it was marked. Weakened. Made ugly. Enough that when he returned, along with my ribbon, he would know what I thought of him coupling with The Woman.

I returned inside and upstairs. I got a coat and a bag that I slung over my shoulder. Any cash I could find I pocketed.

I was going to leave. I was going to get out of there. I was going to get out of the house and never look back. Even in my sickness, if I had to crawl out, I would do it. I would not stay in this house with him.

I went into William’s study. I took every letter to and from The Woman I could find and stuffed it into my bag. If it was of The Serpent or of Passion, if it was one from her or a draft of how he ached for her, I placed it in there. I would need them. No one would believe my words alone and he would no longer have a scrap of her. Not after he was writing and reading them as I lay coughing blood in the other room.

There was one thing this would mean. It made me tear up again at the thought.

14. Raise healthy, well-balanced children and be present for them.

I had to leave my children with him. They were gone and should they arrive, I wasn’t sure I would take them with me or that they would even want to leave the house. If I had the strength in my body to care for them and carry them off with me, I would. But I did not.

Besides, even if I did, consumption or no consumption, by law, they were his children. Not mine. A swift visit of the police or a lawyer and they would be taken from me to him. It would be a pointless battle.

And yet- I didn’t have to abandon them in my heart or my love. Despite how I sobbed at the thought of leaving them, I knew what the alternative was. And I knew they had a roof over their head, clothes, and food. I may have to forego being a wife, but I didn’t have to forego being a mother.

I took out three pieces of paper from the study. I wiped the tears off my white sleeve before they could drop onto the ink. On the first one, I wrote:

“John, James, My darlings,

I am not staying here. Know I will always love you and care for you. I will always make sure you are fed, clothed, and loved. You shall find your mother at Fanny’s. You may always come there and see me and ask something of me should you need it. Anything!

I cannot stay here with your father anymore. Ask him why.

Love,

Your mama.”

I placed it on John’s bed. On the second one, I wrote,

“Joanna, My love,

Your father has committed the amorous rite with another woman. He no longer loves me; he loves her instead.

I will be at Fanny’s should you need me. But I will no longer tolerate how your father has betrayed me. I cannot stay with him anymore. Your father will not be welcome at Fanny’s, but you and your brothers will be. I love you, my Jojo, and I will always take care of you. Find me at Fanny's if you wish to speak or need anything from me.

Love,

Your mother.”

I placed it on her bed.

Then, I finished one final letter. I walked into his bedroom. I found the journal with the page with the gardenia still on that cold bed. I ripped off the page and placed it there next to the letter.

It was the shortest one. The final letter read:

“Dear William,

My deathbed will not be one shared by an unfaithful husband.

Take care of the children.

- Stella.”

I took off my wedding ring and placed it on my- no, his blue pillow.

I thought of the outside. I remembered our walks by the pond and our swimming in it early in our marriage. Of our picnics and walks by the nearby ocean.

The ocean. The sea. The sea is inevitable. The sea is full of danger. The sea may delight and drown. The sea kills thirsty men who drink its salty waters. The sea never ends in its length or depth. The sea hides and houses the Leviathan. The sea was where had I chosen differently now or been less careful in the past, I could have drowned. The sea destroys.

But what of me? Me floating above- swimming in this and trying not to drown, while I was on land?

I recalled my own name, written down on the first page of the flower journal- Stella. Stella, of course, means Star.

Stars seem so small up in the sky. Glowing despite all the dark. Giving light to the night sky so that any lost traveler can find safety. Their light and dust are said to glimmer. Stars are called beautiful. They seem like such tiny, fragile things. We mimic them on paper and put them on Christmas trees. We paint them. We decorate dresses with them and make jewels in their shapes. We aspire to them and call people we admire after them- "stars." They are there to be looked at. Beautiful, but distant. Miniscule. Weak.

But if I accurately recalled what science I learned from Joanna's reading, stars are not small at all when you look at them. They are actually large. The sun itself is a star too. Even as they die, they become black holes and entrap and vanquish all who cross them. Stars are full of fire. Fire warms. Fire burns. Fire destroys. Fire spreads. Fire does not go down without a fight.

I knew which part of my name I had to become now. Maybe it was always there and asleep until then.

I looked around the house and upstairs. Goodbye house, I spoke silently. Goodbye kitchen was full of many meals. Goodbye children running up and down the stairs. Goodbye family dinners and parlor gatherings. Goodbye attic. Goodbye, the counter's I've cleaned hundreds of times. Goodbye nursery. Goodbye blue collection, my pretty pillows, pebbles, and plates- you aren't mine, you're his. Goodbye chairs and desks. Goodbye bed that was so warm when I first laid down on it and now promised nothing but heartbreak until death. Goodbye morning walks with William. Goodbye, false kisses, caresses, and promises. Goodbye picnics, games, books, questions, mud, scolding, and so much more of this old, lying life!

Above all, goodbye William. May sleeping with her be worth it.

I went downstairs, walked out the door, and left the Ransome house.

Outside, the sun was setting into twilight. I had to go while it was both dark and light.

I forced my eyes forward to town. I didn't look back. I never returned.

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… Hi!

You probably thought you wouldn’t see my face again, but here I am, and I have come here to present to you all my baby- I mean new deltarune SCC Oc!

Say hello to Mac! My rusty little baby boy-

He is a mix off of an old cassette tape player and off of an old speaker!

I have a whole backstory for them already as to what happened and what made them end up like this! But, I might talk about that at some other time, I don’t wanna bore anyone with that- (and I’m too lazy to type rn-)

Just one thing I am going to clear, they have a screen on there face, which is mostly filled with static, but they use it at times to better express themselves with pictures and words! It was originally the slot where cassettes would be inserted in, but by some… unfortunate events, the component was WAY too damaged and couldn’t be fixed anymore, so sweet cap’n and cakes decided to upgrade it to a Screen instead! 🖥 (they did still install a cassette tape slot behind his head by his request, and mess with him at times by inserting cassettes into it- ;P)

((Also, I got my inspiration to make a SCC OC from @gqyass, I love you’re oc hiccup sm, there so cute, I gota draw them at some point, and you’re art is soso pretty, I was wondering… could they be friends??? 👉👈 I can understand if not, sorry for the tag, bah, I’ll go now- qwq))

((… this is so rushed, AAAAA-))

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Lee Taeyong x OC

Lee Taeyong who other people see

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I wonder who is the real Lee Taeyong?

***

There was this boy in her class who looked like he came out from the manhwa she used to read. She heard how her fellow female classmates were talking about the parcular boy. He sat alone in his seat while reading something quietly. Few other boy talking to him and they laughed together before they left him alone again in his seat. "Hwayoung-ah, isn't he cute?" One of her friends asked her. Hwayoung smiled and nodded. "Yes he is." She answered. Her friends were giggling while making a comment about the cutest boy in the class. They were making plan to make a move to the boy. But Hwayoung only looked at him curiously. He just as bright as the sun. And at that time she was very curious of how it would feel to stand behind the sun...

***

“At times like this, I wish I could drink and forget everything.”

The moon shone brightly this night but the person beside her who always as bright as the sun looked dimmer than the moon. He was supposed to be the bright one between the two of them but this night, the role was switched. She pushed a can of her half-drank beer to him. He looked at her questionably. “If you want to drink, just drink.” She said while staring at the huge billboard which could be seen from her balcony. The billboard was playing Super Human by NCT 127. Taeyong took the can and looked at it with an uncharacteristically sad smile. “You’re supposed to give me a reason of why I shouldn’t drink.” He trailed off.

Hwayoung chuckled. “When do I ever tell you to do something not ‘bad’?” Hwayoung wiggled her perfectly drawn eyebrows. Taeyong let out a small laugh. “Yeah yeah. You always be the bad one between us.” Then he sighed. A smirk made its way to his lips. “But I was the bad one in others eyes.” He said with a heartbreaking voice.

Taeyong finally decided to succumb to the dark side as he took a sip of the remaining bitter beer. His face scrunched up as the bitter taste made its way to his throat. Dizziness attacked him almost immediately. “This is disgusting. Why do you like this kind of things?” He asked her while trying to keep sober; as if he could do that. Hwayoung took back the can from Taeyong’s hand and gulped down the remaining beer in one shot. Taeyong looked at her in disgust. “This is tastier than your yogurt milk.” Hwayoung spat back at Taeyong.

Taeyong pouted at her childishly. It looked like the alcohol finally took control of him. “Whhhaattt? You are crazy Youngieee. How can thissss beeeer taste bettah?” He slurred. Hwayoung only looked at him blankly then shook her head. “Only a sip and you are gone.” Taeyong scooted closer and rested his head on her shoulder. “Ahhh, Youngie shoulder is the bessstt.” Taeyong grinned stupidly with closed eyes as he snuggled closer to her. Hwayoung sighed. She pushed back his bang so it didn’t poke his eyes.

“I don’t want to be a bad guy.”

Taeyong whimpered. Seeing him like this always so heartbreaking for her. Hwayoung rested her head on top of his head. Now the billboard was playing a Soju commercial. The sounds of the buzzing city filled the silence in the dim balcony. Hwayoung glanced at her friend. Without all that heavy make-up adorning his face, she could see the tiredness that already seemed to stay permanently on his face. She could see his lips turned into a frown. Even in his sleep, he still looked so terribly sad.

“I don’t know the entire truth about your past but...”

“I just hate seeing you sad Taeyong-ah…”

***

[+142][-15] He was a scammer and a bully. What a trash.

[+152][-16] Please leave him alone. He apologized even when he’s not wrong.

[+132][-42] Look at his fans. Defending him like a fool.

[+122][-15] You don’t know anything either. Just stop bullying him. You are no different than him then.

[+142][-17] I hate him. He can’t even rap or dance properly. All he has is his face and trashy attitude.

[+172][-81] Can you f*cking leave him alone dear netizen?

[+192][-11] Pretty face just go to hell.

[+152][-21] I don’t know how many people can defend him. He’s a bully and a scammer. Open your eyes pleaseee…

[+192][-32] LOL. SM likes him because he s*ck Sooman d*ck every day.

[+122][-11] SM golden boy. Sooman whore.

[+17][-81] Just die.

[+193][-91] Just die.

[+143][-30] Just die.

“Have you read the news?”

Hwayoung locked her phone and put it on her table. She looked at her colleague questioningly. “That Idol Bully, Lee Taeyong. Turns out he is homophobic too.” Her colleague snickered. “Here look at this. His stupid fans even defend him and saying it’s Lee Taeyon not Lee Taeyong. Stupid hormonal teenager.” Hwayoung looked at the phone screen blankly as her colleague pointed all the news she could find.

Again. Another news about him.

“Sure he is handsome. But I guess pretty package doesn’t guarantee the inside.” By now, it was hard for Hwayoung to maintain her expression. “Miss Park, aren’t you too old to talk about idol?” Hwayoung asked politely with a smile. She hoped her smile could conceal her murderous aura. Miss Park looked at her weirdly. “Oh come on, it’s fun. Look at all these comments. His fangirls really are stupid.”

Hwayoung stood up abruptly and startled Miss Park. “Yah! You surprised me.” Miss Park scowled at her. Hwayoung maintained her smile. “Oh I’m sorry. But I need to go home now.” Hwayoung took her bag and jacket and bows politely before leaving her office. She walked a few steps then halted. “Oh by the way Miss Park.” Hwayoung turned around and faced Miss Park once again. The older girl perked up. “Why do you think all the rumor about Lee Taeyong is true?” She asked.

Miss Park seemed to be taken aback by her question. Her eyes looked at anywhere but her. “W-Well, they have a proof. Everyone is talking about it in Pann.” She answered nervously. Hwayoung only smile and nodded. “Why do you ask?” Miss Park asked.

“Nothing.”

With that, she left the room and made her way home.

***

“Hello, what’s your name?”

“Hwayoung. Moon Hwayoung.”

“Youngiee then… What do you want me to write?”

Hwayoung flashed him a bright smile. “Anything. Write whatever you want.” Taeyong chuckled and nodded. “Okay then Youngie.” They didn’t say anything else as Taeyong signed her Super M album. Taeyong in front of the spotlight always looked so vibrant. No matter how sad or tired he was, everything changed as soon as he stood under the spotlight. But he always looked the happiest whenever he was with his band mates and his fans.

“Thank you for coming all the way here and see me. It means a lot for me.” He grinned widely and gave the album back to Hwayoung. She didn’t read his message on the album right away as she was busy looking at him. “I just thought that maybe you need some kind of moral support.” A laugh erupted from his body. When she saw him like this, it made her wonder how people could hate a sweet guy like him and started so many rumors about him. The Taeyong she knew since high school was the sweetest man she’d ever known. Just like any normal teenager, he cursed a few times (Hwayoung used to always insert a curse on her every sentence). He also wasn’t a social butterfly who befriended everyone in the town. It wasn’t a crime but yet, even a smallest flaw of him became a crime in front of other people.

Then her times up. “I’ll see you later.” Taeyong whispered before she left. Hwayoung waved cutely at him and earned another laughed from him. Hwayoung left the venue and took a look at the album in her hand.

To: Youngie, my only friend ©

Dinner at the hotel? My threat.

Ps: Please bring me some yogurt milk T^T

Hwayoung chuckled at the message he left her. It almost sounded like he was asking her on a secret date. She shook her head and put the album to her bag. Hwayoung took one last look at the venue. Many people, mostly girls, came to see SuperM. She found many of them bringing a fan with Taeyeong face on it or a banner with Taeyong name. It’s a relief to know that he still had many people love him despite all the nasty rumors.

“I’m going to see Taeyong oppa!”

“I can’t believe it! I’m going to see Taeyong oppa.”

“Let’s show him how much we love him, okay!”

“We must show our love for him!”

“Let’s cheer up our Taeyong oppa!”

***

“They asked me to apologize.”

“Was all the rumor true?”

“If I say no, will you believe me?”

For the first time ever, Lee Taeyong looked so broken. His eyes were red even though no tears were coming out from his beautiful eyes. There’s a hope in his sad eyes, a hope that she would say ‘yes’ in a heartbeat.

“Yes. I’ll believe you.”

Taeyong’s eyes light up and his downturned lips curve into a smile. “Thank you.” He choked out, his voice hoarse. It felt as if something pierced her heart. It was hurting her so much to see how tormented he was. “C’mere. Your friend Youngie will hug your sadness away.” Taeyong chuckled. Hwayoung pulled him into a hug and he buried his face on the crook of her neck. “I swear, I never do anything like that. How can people be that cruel to me?” He sobbed quietly. Hwayoung gently patted his back as she listened to him quietly.

He was supposed to debut as confident and strong leader of NCT. But how came he became like this? Accused of something he didn’t do and forced to apologize. All his sunshine was gone. His world crumbled down. And yet, he needed to act as if nothing happened to him. Even if he apologized, people would call him shameless and mocked him.

“Don’t think about it too much. They don’t deserve the stress. It’s only a bunch of unimportant person.”

Hwayoung tightened her hug.

“There are still so many people who love you; your parents, your sister, the members, you fans of course. And don’t forget that this bitch loves you too tyong-ah.” This time, Taeyong finally laughed and stopped sobbing.

“Aww… I love you too Youngiee, my only friend.”

***

“I thought you gonna buy me something expensive.” Hwayoung frowned when Taeyong served one bucket of Mc Donald’s chicken and two bottles of Pepsi Blue. Taeyong grinned innocently as he plopped himself on the chair across her. “Nah, it’s been quite long since the last time we eat chicken and pepsi.” Taeyong opened his bottle of pepsi and sipped it. Hwayoung only stared at him blankly. “It should be chicken and beer you dummy.” She deadpanned. She was disappointed. Well, she shouldn’t hope for a expensive dinner at the first place. Dummy Hwayoung.

“Let’s eat.” Taeyong beamed happily as he took one drumstick from the bucket and ate it happily. Hwayoung sighed in defeat and followed Taeyong. Actually, she was kind of worry about him. But thanks God he looked fine.

Taeyong noticed Hwayoung was staring him with that ‘momma-is-worry’ look. “Hey, stop worrying like that. I’m fine really. Now that I thinking of it, it just looks like a stupid joke.” He shook his head and continued eating his chicken. Hwayoung pressed her lips to thin line. “Yep, a very stupid joke.” Hwayoung agreed.

“I really don’t need to worry about you anymore, do I? You have a whole battalion of fangirls ready to take down the enemy.” She joked. Taeyong bursted out in laughing. “And you are the commander.” He said between his laugh. “Then I’ll terminate every single person who makes our Taeyoungie sad.” She added.

“It’s a lie if I said that I’m perfectly fine.” Taeyong said as he wiped the tears on the corner of his eyes. Then a sigh escaped his lips. “I just still don’t get it why they try so hard to find bad things about me.” He smiles sadly. “Do they hate me that much?” he asked. “And when I read the news yesterday, I just laughed. And I end up questioning what will the next news be?” Taeyong looked at Hwayoung with a surrender smile. “It’s getting old but still hurt the same.”

Hwayoung stretched out her oily right hand. “Hand.” She commanded. Taeyong looked at her oily hand in disgust although his hand was oily too. He still reached her hand and wrapped his bigger one around her smaller one.

“I solemnly swear that I won’t give a f*ck about the rumor.”

They said the vow together. It was a vow she made for him while did a Harry Potter marathon after Taeyong cried a river because of the rumor. So every time he felt sad because of the rumor, Hwayoung would force him to say the vow.

“Thank God I have you as my personal moral support.” Hwayoung smiled brightly as Taeyong laughed happily once again. “You’re welcome TY.”

She was just like the other people. She had no right to judge Taeyong no matter how close they were. The Taeyong in front of her was different from the Taeyong his fans saw. The Taeyong she knew was different from the Taeyong people saw. The Taeyong who people called as a bully and scammer was the Taeyong who she always saw as the thoughtful and sweet guy.

Hwayoung didn’t know for sure which Taeyong was the real Taeyong. But she knew one thing that even if he turned out to be just like how people said, she would still stand firmly by his side and be his personal moral support. Because, before he was the famous idol Taeyong, he was her friend Taeyong.

And that would never change.

Which Taeyong did you see?

#taeyong #nct taeyong #leetaeyong #lee taeyong #nctfanfic #nctfic #nct fic #taeyong fic #taeyong fanfic #friendship #idol life #idol!taeyong #oc #taeyongxoc

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prowlingthunder · 4 years

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WIP Meme 10/20/2020

Tagged by: @mandakatt

Look at what you've done. How dare you. I'm not even sure this is all of them. I think some are hidden in gdocs yet. Argh.

Tagging: @egodominustuus @thelostknee @linwyrms-lair @gracethescribbler @skywalking-across-the-galaxy @khantoelessar @zpansven

Read the list under the cut.

1: A Child of Blood

2: Eileen - Birds of a Feather

3: BtVS - Lupercalia - Xander - Wolfthreat - WIP

4: BtVS - PT Alexander Harris Auroresbrother - Denguards - LUPERCALIA - WIP

5: Buffy the Witcher

6: SynthSil - Ascendent Ab Inferis (Lux Aeterna AU)

7: Boys in Blue

8: Butterfingers the Deathclaw

9: Piper - (Lupercalia)

10: Sil/Jack

11: CM - Lupercalia WIP - Red

12: CM - Lupercalia WIP -

13: AC/FFXV - Des and Noct swap places - ffxv Halloween bang

14: Trigun x Outlaw Star

15: Gargoyles x Ronin Warriors

16: Power Rangers x Ronin Warriors

17: Ronin Warriors x Outlaw Star

18: Rurouni Kenshin x Yu Yu Hakusho

19: Dragons Breath -- DAO&RW

20: Farcry 5 / What Became of Edith Finch - Eddie

21: Farcry 5 / What Became of Edith Finch - Jake

22: Gundam Wing - With Daemons WIP

23: GW Pacific Rim

24: GW&IA&FFX - Auron - Roulette - Unlikely

25: Hobbit/RW - Bilbo -

26: House Ronin Warriors

27: RK-Xmen = Dragon Teeth

28: RW-PJ

29: RWSG1

30: SG1/JOS - Third - In a God's Bedroom

31: ST/RW

32: SW/GW - Brothers and Sisters [clonefic]

33: Thor-x-Ronin Warriors

34: Noctis (Final Fantasy XV) / Levi (Attack on Titan) - Hunting [Noctis in AoT]

35: Hiei (Yu Yu Hakusho) / Prowls (Exalted) - Stars [Prowls adopts Fire Demon baby]

36: Noctis (Final Fantasy XV) / Ezio (Assassin’s Creed) - Family [Assassins in FFXV]

37: Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho) / Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) - Honor [Kuwabara unfucks SW]

38: Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho) / Dex-Star - Love [Kuwabara adopts a Red Lantern Cat]

39: Voltron/Escaflowne

40: When the Night Comes/Arcana crossover

41: YYH/Naruto - Kurama - Foxkids

42: CSI NY - Lupercalia WIP -

43: Dark Matter - Hiro - [Lupercalia] - WIP

44: Every Warden Ever - WIP -

45: Nelaros and F!Tabris as wardens

46: Salazar - Crowbar Fic

47: Carslile/Sil - Highschool

48: Joan rambles

49: Junior - (Best laid plans)

50: Junior - Outsider

51: Junior - The G.O.A.T.

52: Junior rambles

53: MacCready - Big Town Blues

54: MacCready - Radstorm

55: Nora - Line-dried Laundry (Lupercalia)

56: Pandora -

57: Pandora - Lupercalia Fic - [Inside Pandora's Box]

58: Pandora rambles

59: Russian Roulette - Silas deathfic

60: Sil/X6 rambles

61: Silas - Demon Summoner AU - A Leaf in the Wind

62: Silas King - Snow Angels (Papawolf!Renigald)

63: Silas King - Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (Operation: Rescue Quinn kidfic)

64: Silas rambles

65: Winter Animals (papa!Artem)

66: Y7 - All the Things I Didn't Say

67: Ambulo

68: Contritum Coronam

69: to abstain from doing harm

70: A General Gift

71: ABO nicias&caleb/nicola

72: An Army - Prompto & Ignis - Blood and Water

73: Andali misc

74: Ardyn - (Triplets verse)

75: Cathedral of You fanfiction

76: Cor -

77: Cor - Dawnfire - WIP

78: Dave - [Scourgeverse]

79: FFXV Glaive Lupercalia

80: FFXV Prompto Lupercalia

81: Galahdian Noctis au

82: give a brother wings

83: Halloween '19 d2

84: Halloween '19 d3

85: Halloween '19 d4

86: Halloween '19 d5

87: Halloween '19 d7

88: Noct raises Ardyn

89: Nyx -

90: Prompto - Terrible Things

91: Sealions - Cor - The Dance

92: snowchild (Lupercalia wolfProm fic)

93: The Feral Coeurl of Galahd (Galahdian!Cor fic)

94: Transplant Fic Box

95: Vipers Victim

96: what fire burns

97: IA - Kasmir!Oliver Briggs - WIP

98: IA - Nebrija x Arzu - Family - WIP

99: David and kids

100: David and Bridget, Combat Skills

101: David vs Simon Fight

102: Bridget tending David

103: Music *http://youtu.be/G2ZKKXCuaYc?t=9m46s

104: Seduction

105: Wish

106: Destiny

107: xerxes

108: Giayl - Wolflords (Lupercalia)

109: LotRO - Aegliraan - Caran Dagra - WIP

110: Lupercalia - Shepard - Star-light, Star-bright

111: ME - OC - Blood And Water

112: Black Cats and Broken Mirrors Chapter 5

113: Itachi - Step Two

114: The Hardest Part - Chapter One - Alone

115: 100+ Words list

116: Bioshock - Big Daddy - ABO verse

117: Character Roulette 2

118: Life of Redemption

119: A lover's homecoming

120: The Dreaming Cord

121: Logan - (This is what it's like) - WIP

122: Outlander - Kainan - (wolf fur and dragon teeth)

123: SPCH - drabble

124: Thor - All The Little Children [Lupercalia]

125: Thor - Lupercalia WIP - Frigga -

126: WoW - Livieva - Puppy At Heart

127: Haruko - Genji lives path

128: McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans

129: Overwatch - Yuuma - Nest of Vipers - Big Bang

130: Stan/Haruko

131: Stanfic

132: Taijo Aitai tinyfic

133: Yuuma Op

134: Mia - Lupercalia fic - The Chosen Ones ch2

135: RW - Lupercalia - Arago & Hariel - Blood and Ashes - WIP

136: Ryou - Coal Dust - GIFT - WIP

137: Seiji - Kagome, Kagome

138: Seiji & Cale - Quadrature Pt2 - GIFT - WIP

139: Yulie WIP

140: Dinner

141: Bamboo

142: Travel

143: Sting

144: City

145: Noise

146: Titan

147: Oddyseus

148: Hera

149: Archangel

150: Centaur

151: Gorgon

152: Rainforest

153: Music

154: Groot

155: Plagues

156: Courage

157: Rage

158: Belief

159: Joy

160: Horoscope

161: Family

162: Obligation

163: Friend

164: Loneliness

165: Anakin - - timetravel fic tcw/ep7

166: Anakin / Rey - A Pocket Full of Sand (Reincarnation Fic)

167: Eurynome - Monsters in the Dark

168: Eurynome - Supernova?

169: Jeeri -

170: Shmi Skywalker - Son of Sands [Aniwolf]

171: Snowdrops

172: Star Wars AU Fics

173: StarWars - WIP

174: Trials and Shenanigans (Bits and Pieces)

175: We Shouldn't Be Friends

176: SG1 - Sam - - WIP

177: SG1 - Sam&Jack - - WIP

178: SAO - Yui - SAOFest - Marching Band

179: SAO - Yui - SAOFest - What Big Sisters Are For

180: SAO w Jaegers - Silica - WIP

181: Series: Bad Plan

182: Arrow&RW - Oliver - - WIP

183: Cye - Homecoming (Multiverse)

184: Papa!Cye

185: little shadows far reaching

186: Untitled document

187: Voltron - Keith -

188: Geralt - Witchwolves [Lupercalia]

189: Hell Hath No Fury

190: Chapter 3

191: Adventures of Maiwen Tanet

192: Art of Living

193: Asclepius

194: Bloodlines

195: Bondsiblings

196: Cats Cradle

197: Smoke Song

198: Darkness Watching

199: Desert Sands

200: Dragon's Cross

201: Dragonkin

202: Fractured

203: Hydra

204: Lyric Book

205: Poetry Book

206: Red Moon Kisses

207: Rupert's Drop

208: Feyborn

209: Superheros

210: Wonderland

211: A Mother's Love

212: Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon

213: Minor Troubles

214: Roses In Stained Glass

215: Even God Can't Save You Now

216: Mirrors Edge -

217: Our Secrets

218: Mica Sands

219: SG1/RW

220: They Call Them Ghosts

221: We All Bleed

222: In A House Of Brittle Bones

223: With A Crash of Thunder

224: Digital Shards [YGO/Digimon]

225: God Save The Queen

226: Fractured Light

227: AtlA/RW

228: NatM/YGO

229: SG1/StS

230: Van Helsing/Helsing

231: GW/Avatar

232: GW/JOH

233: Saving You

234: Firefly/Outlaw Star

235: GW/RW Reincarnation Is A Bitch

236: Escaflowne/RW

237: Mending Of Hearts Hope/Noel

238: The engines of iron Cindy/MTProm

239: Weaver's Undoing

240: A Nomad's surprise

241: A Soldier For Sale

242: Heir of Spring

243: The Ghosts of Haven

244: Master's Vengence gladio/prom d/s bdsm

245: The Unfortunate Ice Cream

246: The Perfect Hustle

247: The Adventure of Odie, the One Eyed Sock Puppet

248: Angels in the Attic

249: Mending the Sun

250: Numb to the Stars

251: Traitor of Heaven - ffx/ffvii

252: Isle of Iron

253: Irreverence

254: the empty tower

255: Bravery In Eternity

256: Changeling's Duel

257: Gilded Dispair

258: Wolfwan return of shark

259: Clonewolf O66

260: Time of the Wolf Lupercalia AU

261: Time of the Wolf Lupercalia snippets

262: Going Down (Cpt. America lupercalia)

263: wake up cpt+girls

264: Lokison

265: Uncle of Mine

266: The Things Wolfsisters Do

267: Howling

268: Shield Sisters

269: starhunter lupercalia

#memes #wip meme #writing meme #meme #fanfiction #ofic

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wolfsbaneandthistle · 3 months

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Some additional character drawings :)

Want to draw them in just like. Everyday life. To figure out how they would move and emote, so I can improve their species anatomy and get a better idea of each character.

#oc: tinnsali #oc: kirison #oc: t 132 #oc: narihl #spec bio #speculative biology #my art #little bird worldbuilding

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orion98 · 5 years

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1 through 170

You absolute sicko. I’ll do it

1. A few inches taller wouldn’t hurt

2. Dragon

3. Shorts and t shirt or full assassins creed outfit

4. Ocarina of time or og smash bros

5. Star Wars oc, political rant, self introspection

6. Warning: this person can be bought with food. Especially boneless chicken

7. Dnd is the only true sandbox game

8. Phlegmatic or Melancholic. Maybe both

9. Yes

10. No

11. Straight

12. Arizona iced tea

13. Dog person but my personality and habits are more like a cat tbh

14. Elf

15. Outside Xbox and outside xtra. Please check them out I love them

16. 5’8

17. Maybe Jacob? I’m pretty happy with my name

18. Roughly 160 pounds

19. I believe there are supernatural spirits but I think they’re just demons trying to deceive people. I don’t think that spirit in one’s house is actually their grandma. [see how Saul visited a witch in the Bible]

20. Space. Scary things with too many teeth exist in the ocean. Space is cool yet can still have that element of terrifying horror of endless abyss

21. Yeah

22. People looking over my shoulder at what I’m doing on my phone, people hearing what I’m listening to

23. Diurnal (that word sounds fake and I don’t believe it exists)

24. Orion obviously

25. That one star next to the moon. It’s the moon’s buddy

26. Googled it. Nope. Don’t like that.

27. Fear of heights, ocean, endless abyss, spiders

28. I think the planet naturally changes no matter what we do and while we should still take care of it, I think the planet would win in the end anyways

29. No

30. The old justice league animated movie. The one that started the animated show

31. Depends on what it is. See previous phobias

32. Like 17. In the past few years one of my cats got out and got pregnant three separate times so yeah

33. 2 because they made me answer every one of these

34. Blue?

35. Idk, a lot of the popular places don’t interest me that much

36. California

37. Hazel

38. Introvert

39. No

40. Depends on who’s asking ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I’m Kidding. Hugs

41. My mutuals

42. My family

43. No

44. No

45. No

46. Don’t have one right now. Used to have some though

47. Scratch on a chalkboard, high pitched tipping from small dogs, the roar that the camel divine beast in breath of the wild makes

48. The sound my dog makes when he’s excited

49. No

50. No

51. Right now it’s Travis willingham and Laura Bailey. They’re married so it adds a whole other layer when one is a villain and the other is a hero in full metal alchemist

52. This was asked before???

53. Like I want to make anon answer all these questions. Tired

54. Current color is fine right now

55. When I got saved

56. Anything that gets my mind off whatever is working me up. Outside Xbox, food, walking the dog

57. No

58. It means I like Orion

59. Funny, introverted, polite

60. No

61. When they don’t have anything I want to see or when they don’t act decent towards people they disagree with

62. Memes or respectful discourse

63. The kind of person who listens to you, adds onto what you say, includes you in what’s happening, etc.

64. Dogs, dragon, lizards

65. @korosensei-404 @astrofunny1337 @daphenomenal-1

66. (ง’̀-‘́)ง

67.

68. Mediator

69. Gemini

70. No. He does say hi by lifting his paw though and that’s adorable

71. Shorts and a t shirt

72.

73. No

74. My eyes are sensitive to the sun. If I’m outside during the day then I need sunglasses to function

75. No

76. Why wouldn’t I?

77. No

78. Never done either

79. The prideful attitude that people have and think they’re better than everyone else

80. Dragons

81. None

82. Helping people

83. My sister or my dad. A few people on the internet

84. “It’s living up to the expectation tbh”

85. 91

86. I don’t think so, I’m not sure

87. Yes

88. No. I have long legs

89. alexandrite

90. I would want to be a dragon but my personality is definitely a cat

91. I have no idea so I’m just gonna say daisy

92. That one McDonald’s near my church. They never get my order right

93. Not even one. I don’t like coffee

94. Read minds

95. Yeah

96. Winter

97. Maybe 30 seconds?

98. Any one of the number of discourse people who’ve decided to bully people who simply disagree with them.

99. My old youth pastor. He actually made a YouTube channel recently and I was going to make a post about it

100. Chick Fil a

101. Tennis shoes

102. LA California

103. No

104. Mercury

105. ALWAYS

106. Not really

107. No

108. How people see me

109. No

110. It’s probably in this ask tbh

111. Any math question

112. No

113. Yeah they’re cool

114. Depends. Cloudy days make it seem gloomy but sunny days blind me because it’s so bright

115. No one

116. Never thought about this so that one that can look like a dog

117. Blue. Why would I want it different?

118. No

119. Their laugh

120. Fruits

121. Sleep

122. Sky

123. Sweet

124. Either one

125. No

126. The toxic people

127. The people I’ve made friends with

128. How many pillows would it take to fight the moon

129. Always find something to laugh about after crying

130. The anon who sent this ask maybe

131. I can’t smell. It helps when I have to pick up dog poop. It doesn’t help when I can’t smell delicious foods or things

132. No

133. Computer

135. Neither

136. Lobed? Idk what this means

137. No

138. 6-8

139. Jimbo

140. No

141. No

142. Good

143. Either one. Both are great

144. Injustice and being punished for a false accusation

145. English

146. Girls

147. No

148. My height?

149. I always try to cheer people up or make them laugh

150. Bold of you to assume I want to talk to anybody

152. No. They have good quizzes but bad politics

153. Don’t have one

154. No

155. No

156. My voice

157. People examining my work

158. I’m not a liar, can’t remember any big ones

159. 127

160. Over 4,400

161. 23 in this one

162. I like almost every post I come across so it’s a lot and I’m on mobile so I can’t see the number right now

163. Idk

164. Short hair but it’s getting long and I need a hair cut

165. Idk

166. It helps people all around the world

167. Yeah

168. No

169. No

170. Yes

TL;DR? That’s fair

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through the hourglass 144. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n:I almost feel rusty lol it feels like I haven't written smut in..a while.PLS LEMME KNOW IF YOU GUYS LIKE IT(reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: s3x ofc, kinda dom!bea? well not really, not quite, not yet, Bradley being a good ol' simp for his wife.

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His hands are still cupping her ass as she sighs softly, ‘Thank my aunt,huh?”

“I think she gets us, all too well.” he smirks, kissing between her breasts again, peeking at the dark brown, almost black, fabric under the robe and following the way that lace hugged her full breasts almost like a frame to a beautiful piece of art. He hummed, nuzzling her neck, pressing a trail of kisses - soft and gentle - up to her ear where his hot breath touched the shell making Beatrice almost buckle down, “We have two options.”

“H-huh?”

“Either the table or the room, what do you think?”

“The t- Roos, we can’t have sex on the table!” she blushes hard, then avoids her husband’s eyes, “...i-it’s not our place and people use this to eat…besides, it doesn’t seem that comfortable, not like, u-um ours.” his smirk widens as he follows the curves of her body until he reaches her waist, brushing over the soft warm skin, happy to see she stopped wincing when nearing her stomach or ‘love handles’.

“So you are okay with it,” he says, “Just within our safe space.”

“W-Well…we did have sex at the beach Roos.” she mutters, looking down at his arms - as the biceps hidden under his long sleeved shirt, “And it was public space but, you know…it’s not, not everyone would use it for that…am I making sense?”

He chuckles breathily, slowly standing to his feet with his hands latched under the curve of her ass. Beatrice squeaks, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carries her to the staircase, “You are kinky but on your own terms. And I respect that.” he kissed her jawline one more time, humming happily at the new and addicting scent on her skin, “So bedroom it is?”

Beatrice lifts her head to meet his eyes, then rolls her lower lip into her mouth with a shy smile, nodding at him, “Please.” she looks back at the stairs when he nears it, “Just be quiet,Roos. We can’t wake any of them.”

“I can be pretty quiet.” he murmurs with a smugness that just makes Beatrice blush even more.

However, the next thing that left her mouth surprised even her, “...that’s only partially true. You can be pretty loud when time calls for it.” he doesn’t look amused as he opens the master bedroom’s door with one hand - how does he carry her so effortlessly and never loses his balance?? - “You know it’s true.”

“Maybe.” he smirks, cautiously shutting the door and walking deeper into the room, turning them around to he sits on the edge of the bed and she’s still on his lap, her thighs on top of his and his huge hands caressing the soft skin, “But I can’t recall it.”

“I guess I’ll have to remind you then.”

Oh he loved when she got like that. “I’m countin’ on it.” and he drags his hands down to her knees, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin and her breathing shiver,”Are you cold?’

‘No.” she says softly, ‘Your hands are warm.”

He smirks more, leaning back to give her a full look, dropping his gaze to the parted robe and gently tugging the strap that kept it closed between his fingers, “Can I see?”

Her green eyes went darker, her smile impish, “...only if you ask nicely…lieutenant.”

“...Do I have to ask nicely,recruit?”

Beatrice purses her lips a little, her cheeks dusting red as she runs her fingers over his shoulders “...it’d be really appreciated.” and he just smiles because while she is playing a role, bits of her actual personality seep through and he couldn’t help but hug her tighter against him, propping his chin on her cleavage as she looks into his eyes.

He sighs softly, “...are you okay?” she nods, not saying anything, “You planned this for a while,didn’t you?”

“Before I knew about the twins.” comes her quiet reply, “Shells helped me with the outfit.” she nods to her chest for emphasis, ‘And I wanted it to be special…because, I dunno, seems it’s been a while since we had time for ourselves- and-and I know we have…everyone else,” she whispers, “Here but…but I thought, it’d be nice…”

“Listen if you want us to have sex every time we come to Virginia,I’m not complainin’ at all.” he smirks, tapping the outer sides of her thighs until he reached her knees, rubbing the warm flesh and squeezing each limb enough to make the red marks of his fingers imprint on her pale flesh, “You know I love when you surprise me…now…can I see?” he lilts the word at the end of his sentence with his eyes locked on the curves of her breasts.

Beatrice laughs quietly but nods, “Okay, let me just-” it takes some time for him to let her go, almost as if his arms were covered in velcro, keeping Beatrice on his lap and only releasing her when she gave him a warm look, “How are you going to see it if you don’t let me go?”

Cue the Bradley pout that she adored so much.

She cups his face in her hands to kiss the said pursed lip twice, humming softly when he moves his head forward in hopes to keep the lip lock but his wife managed to break free. Rooster sighs heavily, his eyes so dark and deep that she was sure they’d swallow her whole as he kept looking, “This brings back some memories.”

“Hm?”

“From our first time together,” he leans back against the bed, keeping himself upright with his arms while he follows her small hands moving on the knot that kept the robe closed, slowly,slowly, pulling it apart, ‘....but it’s better now.”

“Is it?” she felt confused by that sentence, furrowing her brows a bit, “How so?”

He drags his eyes down to her hands, the movement making the bottom of the robe shift asn show more of her thighs to his hungry gaze, “You are a lot more confident now, not that,” he hitches a breath seeing even more skin, “Back then wasn’t nice, it was great but I could see how much you struggled…and now, holy fuck you are even sexier than before.”

Beatrice’s cheeks flush under his compliments, robe no longer closed by the strip of cloth but by her arms instead as she crosses them over her bust, “Am I?”

“‘Am I?’” the high notes of Rooster trying to mimic her voice was enough to break the sultry persona she was slowly building, cupping her mouth with a hand to hide her laugh, “I mean,I don’t know but, there’s something so nice seeing you being…you, but just a better you. You still have issues mentally,baby,I know…but I know how much,back then, you had no idea how to do this for me.”

And he was right, the Christmas surprise was the beginning of it all, since then she just got bolder and bolder…and it helped because Rooster was always so vocal about it…

Plus the fact her husband’s libido was always high helped as well, when it came to her.

“Well,I can say that your influence was very…” she looks to the side in hopes to find a word, cocking her hip to the left and making the ends of her robe rise higher on her thigh, showing more skin which in turn snaps Rooster’s gaze to her legs, ‘...appreciative.”

“Oh I love appreciatin’ you.” he coos, starting his gaze from her small painted toes to her knees then finally to the expanse of her thighs that weren’t hidden by the robe, “You know there’s nothing better than…me lookin’ at you.” his brain short circuits when the upper part of the robe drops just enough to pool by her elbows, finally exposing the dark brown bra and the beautiful lace on it, “...oh I love lace on you.” she laughs, her breasts bounce and Rooster feels like he’s choking on air, “Lemme have a better look.”

“A ‘better’ look?”

“Yes,I need you to come closer.” he coos and she obliges, with her smile widening, “Closer.” a few more steps, “Cloooser.” Beatrice squeaks in surprise when he latches his arms around her again, but this time he places her on the bed, the robe finally falling open and exposing her torso to his eyes.

Rooster’s whisky eyes move all over, from her flush that went down her neck to her chest, then to her breasts - there were tiny flowers on it too, just like her past bras were - and to the tiny shiny stone in the middle of the small bow that finished the top as if she was a gift ready to be unwrapped, “...oh baby, this is,” he laughs breathily, finally stopping his gaze at the thong.

It was small.

Smaller than the ones she usually wore.

And boy was he excited.

“...this is…?”

He huffs a quiet, disbelieved laugh, ‘This is going to be my absolute ruin. Are you happy?” she couldn’t help but laugh at him because he looked like a mix of pure lust and worry at the same time. Rooster however, couldn’t stay staring for long since they had a lot of things to do, ‘...okay,so, we need to be quiet.” he straightens himself on top of her, pulling his shirt off and smiling when he pulls the sleeves down his arms as her eyes were busy following every dip and curve of his body.

Beatrice was trying to pay attention on his words, she really was, but his happy trail was just pointing to his pants in such a lovely way she couldn’t not look,right? But when she sees his body move on top of her and his hands land on each side of her face, she turns her eyes up to meet his, her lips mirrorin his own smile, “Did you hear what I said?” he asks with a flick of his brow.

“About being quiet?” she inhales sharply when one of his hands trail down her neck towards the valley of her breasts, pushing each globe apart when he settles his huge palm between them, “Y-Yes.”

“Can you be quiet?”

“I-I can.”

“Are you sure?” he teases, tilting his head at her and dragging the hand from the middle to her covered left breast, running his finger on a slow, lazy circle where her nipple was. Beatrice whimpers feeling the pressure of his touch and the bra’s texture against her skin, being only able to nod in silence because her husband was infuriating sometimes. Rooster smirks, biting his lower lip for a few seconds before he leans down, sliding his hands under her back and quickly finding the latch that kept her bra closed.

The movement was enough to make Beatrice’s body arch, which in turn brought the valley of her breasts close to his mouth and so he kissed her skin again, wet open mouthed kisses against her feverish flesh as she tried to comprehend what was happening. A little moan, maybe too loud for comfort broke out of her and Rooster smirked, “Shush.” He orders gently and Beatrice bites both of her lips to keep her voice down.

She is almost sweating and he barely touched her.

Rooster still has his mouth on her when he pulls the bra off her body, tossing it somewhere in the room before he drops his eyes to her breasts. He softens his gaze seeing they were a bit red in some areas from the breastfeeding but it wasn’t as bad as it was before, “...I’ll be gentle.” he whispers against her skin, meeting her gaze, “Okay?”

Her smile was thankful as she nodded, “...okay,Roos.”

Bradley kissed her chin before his attention was back at her breasts, kissing around the nipples instead so she wouldn’t be so hurt albeit her skin was very sensitive. He didn’t spend too long on her chest, as much as he wanted to, deciding to drag his lips and teeth down her rib cage and her stomach.

She had a few extra stretch marks in there, not as much as she thought she’d have but enough to…notice it. But Rooster didn’t care, in fact he kissed and nuzzled her tummy, especially because of the special beings growing inside, but also because he was glad she was in a much better headspace when dealing with her body.

Which was a bonus for him too.

Bradley kneels out of the bed, caressing the expanse of her thighs and smiling up at her once she lifts her head enough to meet his eyes. He brings his index finger to his lips, then goes ‘sshh’ with a wink before he takes hold of her thong - that thing was so tiny it almost disappeared in his grasp - and gently pulls it out of her body. A string of fluid breaks when it’s finally out,” Already?”

“A-Are you surprised?”

“Mmm,” he gently brushes his fingers over her folds and Bea sucks in a breath with her fists clenched by her sides. His index and middle finger gently pry her lips open and push inside, while keeping his body straight so he could see her reactions, “I’m not but,” he moves them a bit further and her hips twitch. Beatrice has to bite her lower lip hard when he moves his hand in a circle, spreads his fingers while still inside and almost cries when he goes even faster inside of her, “It’s always nice to know.”

“R-Roos!”

“Sssh,” he repeats, “Quiet, remember gorgeous? Can you be quiet for me?” she clenches her eyes, digging her fingers into the mattress but she nods, “Good girl, best girl.” he coos, kissing the inside of her thigh as he lowers his face towards her groin, keeping his fingers inside, “My girl.”

And he just turns his hand up instead of removing the digits before his tongue touches her clit. Beatrice whimpers, having to grab one of the pillows and put on her face because there was no way she’d be able to keep quiet when he was using his tongue and he knew it too…he was smirking, she could feel from the way his mustache was touching her that he was more than pleased by what was going on.

His chin is touching his knuckles and part of her outer lips with how close his face is right now, but he doesn’t stop, matching speeds with his tongue and fingers just because he can feel she’s trying her hardest to keep herself quiet. He peeks up at her, her chest moving up and down quickly and she has to pull the pillow down every now and again to breathe - which makes a quiet mewl escape her mouth when she does so and she immediately slaps a hand over her mouth.

Bradley chuckles and the hot breath of his laughter hits her right on the bundle of nerves, her eyelids shivering and tears slide down her eyes already, she wasn’t going to last long. In fact, when her husband pushes his face harder against her groin - and she feels his mustache tickling the flushed flesh her arm immediately drops to the bed, “Br-Brad!” she squeaks, then placing a fist on top of her forehead while her other hand cups her mouth again, her eyebrows furrowing because what was she going to do?

He gets faster, she can feel the pressure building and more tears sliding out of her eyes. The wind outside howls with intensity, the snow moving wildly and the cabin appears to turn even warmer when that happens…or it was her body that was just hot all over. Her orgasm comes with full force, her eyes rolling back as the hand that once was on her forehead latches onto the sandy strands to keep him there.

His happy groan was more than enough to make her body shake like a leaf during fall. Beatrice’s heavy breathing as she tries to control her heart was the only thing he could hear…well that and the sound of him licking his fingers clean, “See?’ he asks once he pops his middle finger off his mouth, “Was that so bad?”

“You are…” a deep inhale, “Cruel.”

“Oh I’m absolutely merciless.” he counters back, biting her thigh playfully before looking out at the large glass doors on the other side of the room, whistling quietly, “Damn, that’s gonna be a mess tomorrow.” the brunette below him blinks, then tilts her head just enough to see the amount of snow piling up on the balcony, “Good thing the windows are strong and the floors are warm…hopefully it won’t be as bad during New Years.” he looks back down just in time to see her body, while still shivering, was angled in such a way he’d see the perfect hourglass shape and some of her ass.

He smirks, brushing his hand over the plump flesh before he swoops down to slap it, Beatrice swallows her yelp and then glares at him, ‘Roos!”

“What? It’s your ass!”

“You are so mean!” she sounds mad but she is really happy, just swatting his shoulder, “And you are still dressed…so…I think there’s something else going on,right?”

“Dressed?” he furrows his brows, stepping away from the bed to unbutton his jeans, tilting his head at her, pushing the pants to his ankles alongside his underwear, “Who’s dressed? Clearly not me?’

Beatrice’s eyes fall on his member, that bobbed happily at the attention “...you know…I don’t think I ever told you how pretty your dick is.” she mutters, pushing herself to the center of the bed so he could climb on it and get comfortable, member still up in attention, beautifully flushed, “You know?”

“I mean,I’ve been complimented a lot.” he coos, running the back of his hand against her sternum down to her chest, “And somehow hearing you find my dick pretty is a first. Not that I’m complaining,you know?”

Beatrice purses her lips, pushing his chest down and smirking at him once he’s comfortable, “You shouldn’t,because everything on you is pretty.” he flushes immediately, the apples of his cheeks turning that pretty shade of coral. She loved when he blushed even more when she is the one who made him feel such a way. “...well,” she looks down at his member and then back at him, “Now it’s your turn.”

“Hm?”

“To be quiet.”

He breathes in quietly, folding his arms behind his head as he gets comfortable, the side of his mouth quirking in a smirk, “Is that so?” He watches her warming up her hands - his heart melting because she doesn’t want him to be cold and she’ll obviously use her hands - “And how will we manage tha-” his eyes snap on Beatrice lubricating her hands…with her saliva. But of course she’s more classy than spitting it out at a distance like she’s at a competition, no she brings her hands close to her mouth and spit on her palms, “...that’s cute and also hot, holy shit.”

“Is it?” she asks sweetly, moving closer to him, “Well.” She wastes no time in taking him in her hand, because she didn’t want him to get cold – even though the room wasn’t cold at all- and because if there’s one thing her relationship with Rooster taught her was that patience was a virtue that could sometimes be ignored when your husband was that attractive. Her favorite thing about him was when his six pack clenched because of the tension, “I’m glad to be of service. Now,” she taps his lips, “Sssh.”

Rooster groans, her hand moved up and down his cock and it wasn’t how he was used to either. She used the tips of her fingers on the flushed head and then spiraled her hand down to the base, repeating the movement was enough to make him see stars behind his eyelids, “Holy- ff-” she smiles at him, hair tumbled to the side, she looked like pure sin incarnate and he couldn’t focus right.

His muscled thighs tensed so much she could see the lines under the skin, she could count almost every single drop of seat that appeared on the surface…”You know,I saw this,” she whispers and somehow that voice was so sultry he just whined quietly, “On a video when I was trying to figure out how to surprise you.” she squeezes the base a bit, her husband breathes out in pain almost, “And I thought, ‘oh I never did that’ and I watched,” her hand goes up, “And watched,” then down, “And watched until I got the hang of it.”

“Holy shit.”

“You are being too loud,babe.”

“I’m going to fuckin’ cum in seconds,Bea.” he gasps, “I don’t fuckin’ care.”

Now part two of her plan…she had to or else she’d chicken out.

She climbs on his lap while still moving her hand, her free limb cupping his face as she meets his eyes, his lips flushed red and he looked ready to explode, “You can’t do that.” she says, keeping the same slow movement, “You can’t cum yet.” his eyes widen when she says so, and his lips move but without words coming out, “It’d be so bad if that happened now.”

“Bea-” another squeeze at the base and every word escaped from him, “...f-fffuck…”

“You can hold a little bit, can’t you?” she coos, angling her lips on the flushed head and moving her hips back and forth, this time a gasp escaped her as well as Rooster’s hands latched on her hips, “Just a little?”

“Fuck…oh God,fuck, just,” he tries to push her down but she’s still as a rock, so he just groans her name,almost begging her to do something.

Beatrice smiles, face red, this type of control wasn’t what she saw on the video but it was…a good start. She just wanted to see his reactions and he seemed to enjoy it greatly. She lets go of him completely to place her hands on his shoulders and slowly let him slide inside. He almost burst out a moan but she slapped her hand over his mouth, his muffled and agonized moan vibrating her palm, “R-Roos…” she whimpers, “N-Not too loud.”

He huffs against her hand, lips dragging against her palm as she slides her hand off so she could hold onto his shoulders, “F-Fuckin’ m-minx…” he stutters, his hair messy and sticking to his forehead and temples because of sweat, “So fuckin’ good to me…” he leans his head back when she moves her hips gently, he was already hilted and he just allowed her to take the reins this time, “...fuck…I love your pussy so much. A-And if it helps,” he smirks, “I think your pussy is so pretty too.”

She giggles, “Thank you.” pressing their foreheads together. It was hard to keep their voices so quiet but it was…a strange type of thrill all over their bodies, the sounds from the outside helped, nothing was out of place, if it was the dogs would have notified them by now…the only thing they could hear was the creaking of the bed and their quiet breathing mingling together.

Beatrice looks down at him, one of her hands moving to his chest for extra support, “R-Roos…”

“Yeah…?”

“You can…go…a bit faster.”

He grunts, already moving his hips at a quicker pace, “I’ll be gentle.” he whispers, “I promise.”

“I know.” she says back, smiling at him, “You never break your promises.”

And his heart felt even bigger than before. He took hold of her hips to give her a bit of a break, not that they’d need one but she was already busy with something else in her body, why not give her that? He watches her breasts bounce, then follows the line of her throat when she tilts her head back, digging her nails on his shoulders.

Both of them were trying so hard to keep quiet and it was almost funny how every now and again a mewl or a groan came out and they had to remember their plans. No sound…but it was hard when the skin to skin contact got louder, so all Beatrice did was press her forehead against his and meet his eyes, rubbing her thumb over his lips and trying her best to keep her voice down, “R-Roos…I-I lo-love you…” she whispers choppily and he smiles so bright.

He’s as bright as the sun, melting whatever snow was around the house and kissing her thumb, ‘I love you too,gorgeous.” he digs his hands into her hips, “So f-fuckin’ much- I’m not gonna last long.” he cuts his proclamation of love suddenly with his brows furrowing and mouth hanging open, “Oh fuck,Bea…w-where, where??”

She was too close to her own orgasm to answer, but she knew what he was talking about. Beatrice gasped once her orgasm hit, curving against him and letting him thrust upwards repeatedly until he couldn’t stop himself anymore, pulling out of her just in time to explode against her thighs and stomach…and a little bit on her chest.

They stay closed together as they try to calm down from their high, Rooster keeping her close to him and Beatrice enjoying his warmth with her body shivering, “...t-that was…re-really good.” she whispers, “Really good…”

“Yeah…holy shit.” he thunks his scalp against the headboard and groans with the last of his aftershocks, “Ow.”

Her head snaps up instantly,”What?”

“Hit my head.” he snorts, one hand coming up to rub the sore spot gently, “I’m okay though…we better take a bath or a shower…because I’m starting to get cold.”

“...you know what, you are right.” she slowly climbs off of him, allowing him to stand from the bed and offer her his hand. She squeaks when he picks her up bridal style and rushes to the bathroom, “Roos!”

“No sound rule is broken the second we get into the shower.” he smirks, “Deal?”

Beatrice takes a while to reply,but her cheeks turn red and she says ‘...deal.”

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