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nightphans · 4 years

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bicci outed, and it’s rowans fault (kinda)

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it was all bliss’s fault.

bliss, the fucker, had convinced rowan to do a live stream.

rowan hated live-streams.

but well, bliss had been going on and on about how ‘content deprived’ the fans were during the hiatus. how desperate they were for anything at all really.

rowan thought it was pathetic; but he ended up doing the live stream, just to make bliss stop nagging.

if he hadn’t live streamed, this never would’ve happened.and he wouldn’t have live-streamed if not for bliss. therefore this was 100% bliss’s fault.right?

it was around 7 in the evening when rowan omandi tweeted he would be going live shortly, and it was at 7:15 when he actually started up. he was situated at his desk, sitting in front of his laptop. see, the layout of his room here is important. with his desk in one corner of the room facing the door that led into the corridor.

rowan always left his room door open, something everyone found pretty strange. a lot of people {{the author included!!}} had some weird obsession with keeping their bedroom door closed. well, rowan was the opposite.

rowan’s room was at the end of the hallway. jimmy’s room was located at the right wall with the bathroom facing it; on rowans left. lister’s room was further up the hall

he hadn’t mentioned to either jimmy or lister that he would be going live, since they were watching a movie together.and he didn’t want to interrupt their weird not date ‘date’.

rowan just wished they’d ask each other out already. he knew they were hooking up, but that was all at the moment apparently. which was fucking dumb, because the romantic tension between the two was driving rowan insane.

sure, this relationship could ruin the band.yes, it would be kinda weird. but dear god, that’d be much better than watching the two eyefucking all the time and being all nervous and shy around each other. it was sickening to say the least.

the fans asked questions about the hiatus,about whether this meant they were ‘breaking up’, about how long the hiatus would be for. they pestered about jimmy’s disappearance 2 months ago, about his ex-girlfriend bliss and what it meant for ‘jowan’ (he tried not to make the -_- face irl), about lister’s hospital visit. then they asked about jowan again, and he tried not to roll his eyes.

rowan answered some questions and avoided others for obvious reasons. when someone asked if he’d listened to the latest harry styles song, he read the question out loud and shook his head casually.

apparently, this was outrageous.and fans demanded he listened to it ‘right this instance’ because it was ‘ almost good as [his] own music !! (but not as good, of course)’

and so that’s how rowan ended up putting on the music video for harry styles’ latest song on his ipad. he tore his attention away from the live chat and his face on the screen for a moment to watch; he was fully aware the fans would be analysing his every facial expression in reaction. usually that’d annoy him, and it did, but he was too caught up in the music video to care.

he was too caught up in the video to notice jimmy and lister stumbling down the hall, limbs entangled and lips pressed together as they moved into jimmy’s room. jimmy’s arms wrapped around listers neck and lister’s hands roaming jimmy’s torso, pushing him back into his room and then closing the door behind them.

he was too caught up to notice the camera had caught all of that, and he was too caught up to notice the comments screaming in the chat.

‘ OHMYGEODUNDJDB NO WAY’

‘ AM I SEEING SHIT? WTF ????’

‘ WTF’

‘ AHHHH’

‘ CAN ABYONE CONFIRM THAT WAS JIMMY AND LISTER MAKING OUT W H A T’

‘ IM IN LITERAL SHOCK HWTFFFD’

‘ CAN CONFIRM’

‘ WHAT ABOYT JOWAN IM GONNA CRU😭😭😭’

‘ SO ITS BESN JISTER THIS WHOLE TIME??? LIMMY??? BICCI???’

‘ SOMEONE HAD THAT RECORDED ROFHT????’

‘ the way rowan is still watching the video and just VIBING oh my g o d what 😭😭’

‘ I KNEW IT !!!!’

‘ they hella gay...good for them. good for them’

rowan finally looked up at the laptop screen, looking back at his reflection. he was streaming on his laptop, but had the chat open on his phone.

“ that was awesome! everything was so visually aesthetic!” he smiled, pushing his glasses up. he then proceeded to babble about it. he didn’t glance at the chat until he heard a loud moan, causing him to temporarily freeze, before going to normal.

fuck, he hoped no one had heard that.he hadn’t even heard lister and jimmy make their way to the bedroom.he waited a moment before checking the chat, not to draw attention to the moan by immediately checking. fans would speculate shit.

his heart jumped out of his chest when he read the chat.

“ I JUST HEARD A MOAN OH M Y GODSDDD LISTER AND JIMMY ARE FUCJINH WTFFFF’

‘ IM LITERALLY GONNA COMBIST WHAT IS HAPPENINHGGGGGG’

‘ omg jimmy gettin that dicc bahsahahsh’

rowan looked back up at the screen, trying not to freak out. fuck fuck fuck fuck.

this happened lister, not him. lister was the one who always managed to leak their secrets, even if it was by accident. this did not happen to rowan, ever.

he tried to play it off, starting to talk about how this hiatus had given him a lot of room for creativity and writing new songs; hopefully it would take their attention away from the moan.

it didn’t.

it might have, if the noises hadn’t continued. but they did, and dear god, they were much louder. jimmy’s bed was beside the wall that separated their rooms, he knew that. but he didn’t think the walls carried sound so easily. he could hear jimmy, his childhood best friend, fucking whining listers name. it was more than disturbing, to say the least. it was more disturbing that the fans in the chat were fucking fangirling over this, or expressing disappointment because their precious ship was finally proven to not be real. if rowan could hear this, they probably could too.it was sickening, how involved they felt in his friends’,and his own, personal lives.it was sickening, how involved they felt in his friends’,and his own, personal lives. it was sickening, how involved they felt in his friends’,and his own, personal lives.

ihis stomach churned thinking about how lister and jimmy were having a private moment, and it was being exposed by the internet.

and it was his fault.

well, not really. but he still felt guilty.

he pretended to check his phone.

“ oh shit! my friend uh, my friend just texted me. she needs me to come over stat. so we’ll have to cut this short, sorry everyone! see you later!” he rushed, looking up at the camera.

that was a mistake, they’d probably be able to read the lies in his eyes. the guilt written all over his face.

he ended the stream with a click of a button, letting out a heavy sigh.

fuck.

should he tell them now? or wait for them to finish?

ugh, it was so gross thinking about how his two best friends were currently doing it in the room next door. he tried not to dwell on it, but he could still fucking hear them.

he put on his headphones and crawled into his bed, which luckily wasn’t against the wall next to jimmy’s room. he squeezed his eyes shut and put on some music, trying not to overthink ( that was jimmy’s expertise,not his,thank you very much). trying not to dwell on the consequences he’d be facing sooner than later.

fuck, this was such a mess.

people were probably tweeting about it now, it would most likely be trending in less than an hour.

he didn’t want to check yet, not before he had too. this was the calm before the storm, and no way was he letting it go to waste.

nope.

the panicking and damage control could wait, for now he was just in bed listening to frank ocean and laying on his bed on your typical Sunday night.

maybe if he locked his room and stayed here forever he wouldn’t have to deal with jimmy’s inevitable breakdown, the fans’ theories and invasive questions, cecily trying not to murder him (and lister and jimmy for being horny shits)

this was such a damn mess. but he could deal with it later, right?

#lister bird #allister ‘lister’ bird #jimmy kaga ricci #bicci #jister #osemanverse #alice oseman #iwbft #i was born for this #fanfic #rowan omondi #bliss lai #poor rowan lol

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dismalzelenka · 5 years

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For the DADWC: Thermoception :: Temperature

Backlog prompt fill, because I fully intended to participate in DWC last week and then got violently ill and spent two full days in bed with my brain in the foggy depths of outer space. Anywho!

@dadrunkwriting

one of these days im going to clean out my prompts

It wasn't the first night Solona had spent out on the Skyhold battlements instead of in her quarters, and it certainly wouldn't be her last. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the lavish arrangements Josephine had made; the ornate four-poster bed, the expensive hand stitched curtains, the claw foot bathtub that had taken four people to lug up the stairs. Everything just felt too...too much. Too loud, too bright, too...

Too good for someone like me.

She curled up in her bed roll, back against the stone, fur lined travel blanket pulled up to her chin, and watched the snowflakes dance in the air with a bittersweet taste in the back of her throat. It was a sad thing, how simply watching the snow fall brought back memories that made her want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Was it possible, she wondered, for a person to have too many memories? To buckle and collapse under the weight of them until they crushed the air from her lungs and suffocated her?

It was simpler then, back in the Circle, before her Harrowing, before everything completely fell apart. Oh, she loathed to admit it, sure. Her official stance as Inquisitor, much to the chagrin of her advisors, was that Circles represented oppression and subjugation and everything wrong and horrible about being a mage. It was a necessary position to take when all she was ever given were black and white options. Magic, good. Circles, bad. Hail Andraste, breaker of chains, provider of endless wank fodder for a Chantry bent on crushing anything it couldn't feasibly control.

Given an inch, the Chantry would take a mile from her. Inquisitor Amell couldn't afford to have fond memories of the Circle.

Enchanter Amell was the displaced nobody from middle of nowhere Ferelden who snuck out of her dorm at midnight to climb the bookshelves and watch the snow fall through the library's single, large, inconveniently placed loft window.

We lay, my love, and I, beneath the weeping willow, she sang softly, tracing absentminded patterns of soft blue light through the air. But now alone I lie, and weep beside the tree.

She thought of Greagoir and Wynne, of childhood games and soft lullabies and a small girl's petrifying terror of thunderstorms. Oh willow waly, by the tree that weeps for me. Of Neria and Lucien and quiet mornings by the fire, of Jowan bent over a book and shushing them angrily and Lucien teasing him for being such a "wet blanket shem in the mud." Of Neria rolling her eyes and complaining, "Lucien please, you have got to stop mixing stupid metaphors, you're making my head hurt."

Neria, who traded the rest of her life to the Blight for people who couldn't even be bothered to draw her vallaslin and the points of her ears on their murals. Jowan, taken advantage of for his kind heart and good intentions by people with more power than compassion. And Lucien, the liveliest of them all, snuffed out like a candle by the Rite for having the audacity to grieve for his dead family. A broken heart have I, oh willow I die.

"Oh willow I die," someone echoed beside her. She bolted upright and ignited her fingers in alarm. Cullen raised his hands sheepishly, cheeks tinged pink. "Sorry. I should have known better than to sneak up on you like that."

"No shit," she grumbled. The flame in her hands winked out. "What do you want?"

He turned to look out across the battlements, arms clasped loosely behind his back. "I wish I knew sometimes," he said softly. "A moment's respite? A full night's sleep?"

Solona snorted. "Yeah, good luck with that." She gathered magic to her fingertips and swirled a flurry of snowflakes around her hand. "Remember that one time you caught me doing this back in the Circle? In the library by the window?"

"Oh, Maker," he chuckled. "I was so terrified you were going to jump."

"Sometimes I wish I had," she muttered, then instantly regretted it when his shoulders stiffened. "Sorry," she mumbled. "That was a distasteful thing to say."

"You don't have to do that right now, you know."

"Do what?"

He turned and gave her a sad sort of smile. "Be the Inquisitor. Wear the mask. Pretend you don't have things that keep you up at night."

Sometimes, she really hated him for how earnest he could be.

"Aren't you a cheerful sack of sunshine tonight," she said dryly, but she scooted over just the same and patted the bedroll. "Get over here. It's fucking freezing and you didn't even bother putting on socks."

If he was surprised by her offer, he didn't show it as he eased himself to the ground and drew his knees to his chest. She yanked the blanket up with a grunt and pulled it around them both.

"You're shivering," he said.

"Of course I am. I've been out here much longer than you."

"Disingenuous as always."

"Would you expect anything less?"

He laughed quietly again. "No. I suppose not."

It wasn't the first night she'd spent on the battlements, but tonight, the company was better.

#dragon age #cullen rutherford #solona amell #amell inquisitor au #da drunk writing #amell/cullen #amellen

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