#Sorry but I had to share those sandals
Text
What is a Creative Common lisence?
Hello everyone! I want to thank the three people who submitted themes to use in #FRobinMonth24
Even if it's only three answers I am so thankful! That really helps a lot because it means I have to pull up way fewer idea.
That being said I asked for inspirational fotos and one answered, that they don't understand creative common licensing.
Which is fine! It is not easy to understand.
So, I decided to write a little text about copyright and license and the usage of certain things online.
Please be aware that I am no lawyer and that copyright might be different from country to country. I also don't guarantee that everything I wrote here is 100% correct!!
More under the read more (sorry to mobile users).
What is copyright?
As Wikipedia puts it:
A copyright is a type of intellectual property that gives the creator of an original work, or another owner of the right, the exclusive, legally secured right to copy, distribute, adapt, display, and perform a creative work, usually for a limited time. The creative work may be in a literary, artistic, educational, or musical form. Copyright is intended to protect the original expression of an idea in the form of a creative work, but not the idea itself. A copyright is subject to limitations based on public interest considerations, such as the fair use doctrine in the United States.
A copyright is an intellectual property. This paragraph I copied from Wikipedia is the intellectual property of the wikipedia editor who wrote it. They have the copyright to it. But the "Text is available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License 4.0;" (CC BY-SA 4.0).
And we'll get into what that means later. (Also I quote it and linked back to the source)
So, Copyright... Oda created One Piece and gave Shūeisha the "copyright" to print it in the Shonen Jump Magazine, basically giving them the right to copy it.
And legally created merch of One Piece is licensed. And the manufacturers bought that license.
Which is why fan-zines that are sold for profit are in a very, very, very grey zone. I don't think ayone within that community is actually allowed to sell those or the merch. Even the charity zines are in a grey area but not as much as the for profit ones. In some countries selling fanart (even commissions) is illegal. The only reason that the big names don't go after those zines is because they are aware that it's good publicity and the "profit" is too small. Also they often don't know about it. Still, be aware of the risks!
On a much lower scale, if you go to any Stock website, you can buy licenses for most of the photos to use. This is mostly used in professional context because you can't just go online, search for a picture, take it and use it in an billion dollar ad campaign or something else. If the creator finds that and gets angry, it can get very expensive.
Or that is the theory, otherwise there wouldn't be so many illegal copies of all kinds of websites like Shein. (Which is the other side of the coin)
And while these rich companies should actually buy the right to use designs, pictures, and other intellectual property, there are a lot of poor artists and they also need pictures and inspiration.
So, what is Creative Commons (CC)?
Creative Commons is the nonprofit behind the open licenses and other legal tools that allow creators to share their work.
Creative Commons is a way for artists to share their work but to add limitations too with a simple code.
The text I had in the form for the submission to the FRobin month was the following.
Please feel free to submit/link a picture prompt (a photo you have taken yourself or which has the correct common license: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/). (CC BY, CC BY-SA, CC BY-NC or CC BY-NC-SA)
Of course a picture of yours that you submit, you allow to be used in a creative way in a fanwork or to be an inspiration for fellow artists.
I also want to encourage people to use the picture prompts within the artwork too. For example in a manipulation, animation, collage.
In theory to do that legally I asked for your own pictures or links to pictures that are shared with the creative common licenses of BY, BY-SA, BY-NC or BY-NC-SA.
There is a total of six common licenses but those four are important for this very case. Why?
CC BY
This license enables reusers to distribute, remix, adapt, and build upon the material in any medium or format, so long as attribution is given to the creator. The license allows for commercial use.
CC BY includes the following elements:
BY: credit must be given to the creator.
-> With other words the medium (song, picture, video, etc...) can be used in any imaginable way. You are even allowed to sell or earn money with what you created, as long as the original creator is credited.
CC BY-SA
This license enables reusers to distribute, remix, adapt, and build upon the material in any medium or format, so long as attribution is given to the creator. The license allows for commercial use. If you remix, adapt, or build upon the material, you must license the modified material under identical terms.
CC BY-SA includes the following elements:
BY: credit must be given to the creator.
SA: Adaptations must be shared under the same terms.
-> The medium (song, picture, video, etc...) can be used in any imaginable way. You are even allowed to sell what you created, as long as the original creator is credited.
PLUS the thing you created is also allowed to be used in the same way, so someone else can use it in any imaginable way, is allowed to sell it as long as they credit you.
CC BY-NC
This license enables reusers to distribute, remix, adapt, and build upon the material in any medium or format for noncommercial purposes only, and only so long as attribution is given to the creator.
CC BY-NC includes the following elements:
BY: credit must be given to the creator.
NC: Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted.
-> The medium (song, picture, video, etc...) can be used in any imaginable way, as long as the original creator is credited.
BUT you are not allowed to sell it or earn money with it!
CC BY-NC-SA
This license enables reusers to distribute, remix, adapt, and build upon the material in any medium or format for noncommercial purposes only, and only so long as attribution is given to the creator. If you remix, adapt, or build upon the material, you must license the modified material under identical terms.
CC BY-NC-SA includes the following elements:
BY: credit must be given to the creator.
NC: Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted.
SA: Adaptations must be shared under the same terms.
-> The medium (song, picture, video, etc...) can be used in any imaginable way, as long as the original creator is credited. You are not allowed to sell it or earn money with it.
PLUS the thing you created is also allowed to be used in the same way, so someone else can use it in any imaginable way, as long as you are credited. But it can be used to be sold it or earned money with.
---
There are two more licenses that don't allow the change of the medium, which is why I decided to not include them.
Now, looking back the Wiki-quote and actually all of Wikipeida is shared with the CC BY-SA license. You are allowed to quote from Wikipedia in any paper you want as long as people are allowed to quote within the same license. With other words if you are now having a discussion about
Now, since this is a fandom blog, I want to take a short look at fanart and fanfiction.
Legality of fanworks
Fanart and fanfiction is most of the time running within the legality of "Fair use" (again Wikipedia) and likewise laws within each country. (So again, check within your own countries texts within the copyright laws.)
Fair use is a doctrine in United States law that permits limited use of copyrighted material without having to first acquire permission from the copyright holder. Fair use is one of the limitations to copyright intended to balance the interests of copyright holders with the public interest in the wider distribution and use of creative works by allowing as a defense to copyright infringement claims certain limited uses that might otherwise be considered infringement.
I can't find right now the exact quote but the overall understand is that as long as you don't sell your fanworks, based on copyrighted works you can always claim fair use if someone tries to sue you.
Which is why Ao3 has it in their TOS that you are not allowed to post advertisement. (Explaination) You are not allowed to link to your Ko-Fi or ask for commissions or donations.
Because then you might not be able to claim fair use and Ao3 as the hosting website can't either.
And again this goes back to the fan-zines, fanarts and also fanfictions that might be sold for profit.
To read more on the topic, Wikipedia's, Legal issues with fan fiction sure is a source but so is fanlore's, Fandom and Profit.
Sorry for the long text. I hope you have a good day!
(x)
#not FRobin#Fandom#creative commons#Fanwork#Fanart#Fanfiction#modpost#Legal stuff#Copyright law is messy and complicated#but it's good to have at least a basic understanding#Sorry but I had to share those sandals#They are art#Goncharov-esque
0 notes
Note
hey! this is my first time requesting something so i’m not too sure what to ask for !
would love to see some oscar fluff tho 🥹🥹
Note: I'm happy you sent in a request, feel free to always share your ideas! 🫶 also, this was totally not written from personal experience 🙄
Tw: reader accidentally gets hurt
Dating an athlete meant that your holidays would often include adventurous plans like hikes and trails. For this afternoon, Oscar wanted to check out a hike near the beach where you could walk along the coastline.
"You don't have to go if you don't want, love", Oscar assured you as you put on your sports bra, "I want to, it's supposed to be very beautiful and it's a nice change of scenery from the pool", you smiled, getting your trainers, "these should be okay, right? I only have sandals and flip-flops and those are definitely not appropriate footwear", you reasoned, "yes, I don't think it will be slippery, more dusty I think", your boyfriend offered, grabbing his own trainers so he too could lace them and you could get going.
It started quite easily, the steps carved into the rocks from erosion clear and well limited, making you follow Oscar quite easy, "wow, look how blue the sea is!", he gasped as you reached a balcony like area looking out the coast line, waves hitting the rocks and turning into white foam.
"It says here the water line can go up and cover all of those rocks completely", you read on the wooden and metal informative plaque, pointing with your fingers, "Osc!", you squealed when you noticed he was taking a photo of you, "at least warn me first so I can sort myself out!".
"You look beautiful, love", he smiled, shoving his phone back in his pocket and circling his arms around your waist.
"I am sweaty and shiny from the suncream and my hair is all tangled from the wind", you pouted as you tamed down the little hairs that never seemed to lay flat unless they had a lot of product on them.
"You look lovely, believe me", he stole a quick kiss, "let's continue?", he urged, pulling you with him.
The trail started to shrink as the flat ground approached the line where the rock stopped and a couple of feet wrong and you'd be down in the rocky wall in no time, "can you hold my hand, please?", you murmured to Oscar, stretching your hand out while the other one was already grasping the safety steel railing chord, "here, I won't let go, I promise", your boyfriend assured as he laced your hand in his.
"We climbed all of this, so now we have to go down, be careful, okay?", he warned after you had taken a rest break to admire the view.
"It's fine, I'll be careful", you added, getting up and following him down. You didn't see one of the steps, so you went right over it, not measuring the distance properly and falling on your butt.
At the yelp you let out, Oscar was quick to turn around and help you, "are you okay, Y/N?", he asked, checking over any injuries, noticing a little cut on your thigh and a graze on your elbow.
"Just bumps and scratches - and a sore butt", you pouted, accepting his hand to be pulled up to a standing position, "can you walk all the way back or fo you want me to carry you?", he wondered, "I'm fine to walk", you smiled, kissing his cheek and carrying on.
As soon as you arrived back at the hotel, Oscar stopped by the reception to ask for a first aid kit, taking it with you to the room so he could help.
"I'm sorry it stings, love", he pouted, kissing your thigh to distract you as he made sure the wound was clean and disinfected, "but it's looking good", he kissed your thigh one last time before moving up to your arm, seeing you had already cleaned it, "I can't put the protective band-aid", you explained, having him help you with it too.
"We can stay here for a bit before you go to lunch, how does that sound?", he suggested as he pulled you to cuddle him, "that sounds good", you kissed his lips before making yourself comfy, "my clumsy girl", he kissed the top of your head.
(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)
200 notes
·
View notes
Note
so i have an idea, if u like it it will be really nice to write something about it :))
so, the reader and gavi are on vacation with their friend, at night they are supposed to go out but the reader is hurt/sore because they visited the city and walked a lot, at night she says to gavi that she won’t go out, he tells her that he’ll stay home with her but she tries to convince him to go out, at the end they stay both at home because he is a lil Stubborn and it ends with them cuddling and gavi taking care of her
His Baby
"Ughh!" you said while plopping yourself down on the bed in exhaustion after spending the whole day cruising the city with Pablo and his friends.
"It was beautiful, wasn't it amor??" Pablo sat next to you smiling wide and you nodded your head although your feet had quite a different opinion at the moment.
It was definitely your fault since you choose beauty over comfort yet again and ended up wearing sandals that were definitely not made for walking all day at max speed. You had so many blisters that it hurt just looking at them. Mierda!
The next day, you woke up with Pablo kissing down your spine and sun caressing your face having finally re-charged your battery from last night.
"Breakfast is ready preciosa..we are waiting for you" he smiled kissing you one last time before leaving and you smiled thinking to yourself what a paradise you were living in right now.
Just when you were ready to start your day and get out of bed, the moment your feet hit the carpet the pain and soreness returned..yeah today will have to be a rest day for you.
Luckily the boys wanted to do a boat day which didn't require much movement and you were very happy that Aurora joined the party as well..you started to feel lonely as the only girl.
"And she just won't give it up! My god!" Aurora was telling you about some incident at the bar in Mallorca when Pablo interrupted kissing your back and making you giggle as the cold water hit your hot skin.
"Sorry to interrupt girls, but I just came to tell my girl that tonight we are going out to some new club in town..there will be live music and definitely lots of fun" he said and your initial thought was to smile but then you remembered your feet and the overall pain you felt.
You didn't want to ruin his mood so you decided to tell him when you were alone that you will have to pass on the plans tonight.
When the night fell and y'all returned to the apartment, Pablo went to take a shower dressing himself up before walking into your shared bedroom surprised to see you in your pajamas.
"Amor? Aren't you gonna get ready??" he said and you sighed getting up from the bed and walking up to him.
"My feet are still killing me from last night..those damn sandals ruined me..so I will stay in tonight but you go and have fun with your friends cariño" you said and he immediately shook his head. You knew how stubborn her gets.
"No way! Then I'll stay with you preciosa and they can go." he said about to take his shirt off but you stopped him.
"You wanted to go and you should go Pablo..I'll just watch a movie here and sleep early to rest my feet for tomorrow.." you said but he still took the shirt off following with his shoes.
"Great, you pick the movie and I'll get the popcorn!" he said and you giggled still not wanting him to stay if he wanted to go with his friends.
"Amor, I don't want to ruin your night.." you said and he walked closer to your raising your chin and making you look up at him.
"You think that having the whole apartment for ourselves is ruining my night princesa?? Think again, I can't wait!" he smirked and your rolled your eyes blushing at his playfulness while hitting his shoulder.
"Chico malo!" you say moving his hair from his forehead and he pulls you by your waist making your body glued to his.
"Solo para ti mi amor..." he smirked kissing your lips when Mario knocked before walking in.
"Uhh sorry to interrupt hermano pero you guys coming or?" he said and Pablo smiled down at you looking at his friend.
"Nah we're gonna stay tonight..but you guys have fun!" Pablo said and Mario nodded wishing you the fun night as well (ofc he would lol) before leaving with the rest.
A few hours later when the movie was long time done, you were curled up in Pablo's arms on the sofa while he ran his fingers up and down your back like he knew you loved kissing the top of your head every once in awhile...you couldn't think of a better way to spend your night. Your feet felt relaxed and soreness was slowly diminishing the more you rested.
"Amor, you asleep?" he said and you looked up with sleepy eyes but still wide awake blushing when you saw his adorable smile.
"I just wanted to say that I love you..I love you for coming on this trip with me..and for wanting to go with my friends..and for telling me to go to the club without you..for trusting me..I think I finally found my second half" he spoke and you felt your heart melt with every word that left his lips.
"I love you too cariño...muchisimo..thank you for staying with me" you smile and he leaned down kissing your lips lovingly before carrying you to your shared bedroom bridal style.
"Sempre mi amor..let's get some rest now" he said and you both got closer as you nuzzled your face into his neck taking in his familiar scent before slipping into beautiful sleep.
There will be A LOT more vacation sotries ;)
#pablo gavi#pablo gavi icons#pablo gavi x reader#pablo gavi x y/n#pablo gavi x you#fc barca#fc barcelona#fc barça#gavi#gavigif#gavira#pablo martín páez gavira#pablo gavira#pablogavixreadersmut
298 notes
·
View notes
Text
Cruel Words
Kabukimono x gn!reader
You catch Kabukimono saying awful, nasty words while he was out on an errand. When you confront him about it, you learn a sad truth about the puppet.
cw: none, really.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
You are Kabukimono's love, the one he chose to entrust his heart to. The puppet was still a little confused about emotions, yet he knew his love for you was true. You met in Shakkei Pavillion, you had joined Niwa and the others the day they found him. Ever since then, Kabukimono always stood by your side, rain or shine, day and night.
Not that you minded, of course. Kabukimono is such a dear, always so eager to help with housework. And in turn, you taught him everything he wanted to know. To experience joy, deal with sadness, and most importantly, to empathize with others. It put a smile on your face, seeing him learning all these strange new things in the world with child-like wonder. As for him, well, he couldn't ask for a more patient and kind beloved.
One autumn day, Kabukimono watched you from the dining room of your shared home. You were making lunch, two bowls of unagi chazuke, which you knew was his favourite.
"Is it ready yet, [Name]?" Kabukimono asked, approaching from behind and leaning over your shoulder to watch. You giggled softly, turning to face him.
"No, not yet, I still need to cook the eels and brew the tea." You explained.
"I can help you! I can brew the tea while you cook the unagi." He looked up at you, an expectant look on his face just waiting for you to agree. Really now, how can you say no to such an adorable face?
"Alright," You pointed to the small bucket across the room. "We're out of water, so you'll have to get some at the well. Stay safe, okay?"
"I will, [Name]!" Kabukimono rushed over to the bucket, lifting it up and holding it close to his chest. You watched as he raced out of the house, making sure he was headed to the right direction before returning your attention to the kitchen stove.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
It had been a while since Kabukimono left to fetch water. You were beginning to get worried, looking out the window for any sign of him. Was he lost? No, he couldn't be. He's been there plenty of times to fetch you water. Were there lots of people? No, even if there was, he should've still returned minutes ago. Did he break the bucket? The well? No, that can't be it either...
Oh no.
Could it be he was attacked by Kairagi? Or treasure hoarders? Or rift wolves?
Without a second thought, you're already putting on your sandals at the entryway. You run to the well, where you find Kabukimono safe and sound. You breathe a big sigh of relief as you observe what the puppet was up to. He was pushing on the well's lever, which seemed to be stuck. Knowing his strength, however, you knew he was more likely struggling not to push too hard rather than pushing as hard as possible.
He hadn't noticed you yet, too preoccupied with his predicament. You decided to continue watching, to see if he could handle the problem on his own, or to stop him should he almost break the lever.
"Useless, pathetic..." You heard him mutter under his breath. That can't be right, perhaps you imagined him say that, no? That is, until he continued on. "Weak, unnecessary..."
"Kabukimono!" The poor puppet yelped loudly at the yell of his name. He turned around, looking like he'd seen a ghost. Upon realizing it was you, he immediately smiled and ran up to you.
"Sorry it's taking so long, the good-for-nothing well won't work." You frowned, making him confused. "Don't be sad, [Name], I'll get the water as soon as I can!"
"No, no... Kabukimono, look at me." You placed your hands on his shoulders, a stern expression on your face. "Who taught you those words?"
"What words?"
"Those words you just called the well. Useless, weak, pathetic, all those. Who taught them to you? Don't tell me it was Katsuragi..."
"No, I learned them from my creator." You paused, completely caught off-guard by that response. It dawned on you that he didn't fully grasp the meaning of those words, he more so repeated them much like a parrot, a downside to his immaturity. "She called me that, so I thought you call all bad things that."
"Oh, Kabukimono..." You sigh, taking him by the hand and sitting him down on a nearby large rock. "You're not a "bad thing." Okay? Don't ever think that. You're an amazing, wonderful person, and Niwa, Katsuragi, everyone in the village loves you and appreciates you. Especially me, I love you, and don't ever forget it." You placed a kiss on his cheek. "So don't say those words alot, okay? They're... Bad words. Cruel words. Saying them can make people upset if they think you're talking about them."
"But, I'm not saying it to people. I'm saying it to the well."
"I know, but still, It's not good to make saying them a habit. You could accidentally slip up and insult Katsuragi, or a child, or even me." You sit next to him, placing your hand on top his, rubbing circles on the back of his hand. "Instead of being mean and forceful on the well, why don't you try a different way? A more peaceful way."
You heard Kabukimono softly hum to himself, contemplating on his next move. He stood up and headed back to the well, with you following close behind. This time, he inspected the well's crank, fixing the lever that had gotten stuck. And just like that, it was up and running again, and he collected a bucketful of water, showing it to you with pride.
"I did it, [Name]!" You smiled and patted his head, Kabukimono easing into it with a few giggles.
"Good job! Now let's go home, our unagi chazuke will be cold if we wait any longer." He nodded and you placed a kiss to his cheek before you both headed for home.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
Bonus:
"[Name], what about 'shit'? Is that one of the bad words? I heard Katsuragi-san say it when he bumped into a tree by accident. Oh, and also 'fuck.'"
"..."
Needless to say, Katsuragi got quite the scolding later on. No one ruins the precious baby Kabukimono's innocence and gets away with it.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
I hope you guys enjoyed reading this, and I know I seem a little mean thinking Ei would've said those to Kunikuzushi/Kabukimono, but hear me out. I'm aware she had good intentions leaving him so that he would be free, but my friend and I headcanon that she would say things that are mean for the sake of him not getting emotionally attached to her, and in turn she wouldn't get attached either. It's a byproduct of her being a little emotionally detached, she wouldn't see it as a wrong thing to do, because in her eyes, without a bond between them he would've taken the "abandonment" better. But that's just what we think! Anyway, have a good day, afternoon or evening!
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin x reader#genshin kabukimono#kabukimono#kabukimono x reader#genshin kunikuzushi#kunikuzushi x reader#kunikuzushi#genshin wanderer#wanderer#wanderer x reader#genshin scaramouche#scaramouche#scaramouche x reader
281 notes
·
View notes
Text
NO ESCAPE
description] Fem Reader x Rafe Cameron x Barry
[summary] After a rough breakup Rafe sends Barry out to find you at a party and what they have for you in store is a nightmare full of pleasure
[cw + tw] 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, abusive relationship, physical abuse, strong language, stalking, non con, alcohol use, drug use, gun use, life threatening, degrading talk, angst, fear, embarrassment, SMUT
[authors note] this one is VERY long and has VERY sensitive triggers, please read at your own risk
‼️ADULT CONTENT AHEAD‼️
Enjoy 🖤
________________________________
Text messages:
- Kie: hey are you coming to Sarah’s party tonight? it’s at the water, i can pick you up
- y/n: i dont know.. after everything that happened with Rafe im afraid he’ll show up and i don’t want to see him right now
- Kie: Sarah told me he wasn’t going because she invited pogues lmao
- y/n: i’ll think about it, i’ll call you in an hour or so
- Kie: kk <3
Rafe and i dated for a year before things got bad, we had our ups and downs but never did i expect him to put his hands on me in a violent way
Rafe hit me for the first time a month ago, he said he was sorry and that he just couldn’t handle the way things were going with his family and business
i gave him the benefit of the doubt because he has been under so much stress and sometimes i add to the problem
two days later he hit me again and split my lip open then screamed in my face because i got blood on his shirt
slowly his i love you’s turned into i hate you’s
it’s hard because i love him so much, he was the picture boyfriend, until he wasn’t
i hid the abuse, i didn’t want people to know, just incase he changed
my friends know we ended badly but they just assumed it’s because Rafe is an asshole, everybody knows he is
the first time he threatened to kill me was the day that i left, that was only a week ago
he held me down on the floor of his bedroom with one hand around my throat and the other holding his pistol to my temple “the next time you speak to me like that again i’m going to put a bullet in your fucking skull, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” his words spit on me like venom
a part of me misses him and that’s why i don’t want to see him tonight, i’ll cave and end up going home with him, i know i will, because i love him
i lay down in bed and close my eyes, i’ll make a decision in a little while
i fall asleep for a few hours and when i wake up i have another text from Kie
Kie: so Sarah and i decided you ARE coming because we need you!! she told me Rafe will not be there, the boys are coming too nothing bad is going to happen!! get dressed bitch i’ll pick you up at 7
i text JJ, John B, and Pope in a group chat
- me: hey all 3 of you are going to Sarah’s party tonight right?
- John B: yeah i’m here now helping her set up
- Pope: yes i’m picking Cleo up soon
- JJ: yep Kie called me and told me that you’re afraid Captain Douchebag will show up so obviously i will be there… and i would like to drink some alcohol…
- me: thanks boys, see you later <3
i let out a sigh of relief, at least those 3 will be able to handle Rafe if he shows up
i undress myself to take a shower and run my fingers over my yellow healing rib cage where Rafe had kicked me a couple weeks ago
tonight will be fun. tonight will be fun. tonight will be fun. i try to convince myself, i deserve to go out
after i shower i do my hair and makeup then get dressed
i throw on a short pink dress and my birkenstock sandals
7:03pm
text message
- Kie: i’m here
Kie is in my driveway playing music on full blast and dancing like a nut which makes me laugh, i’m always thankful for her trying to lift my spirits
We jam out in the car and get ourselves pumped for the party
When we get there i scan the entire lot for Rafes pickup or dirt bike, neither of which i see
“Relax y/n, he’s not coming” Kie says, she grabs my hand and holds it, we share a smile, hers excited, mine nervous
A giant bonfire glows in the middle of a heard of people
Loud music, beer, liquor, and over 100 people- kooks and pogues combined…
if Rafe isn’t coming, he at least has someone watching
i immediately grab a drink to loosen up so i can enjoy tonight, the first one goes down like water so i pour myself a second
“whoaaa slow down there killa, you’re drinking like me right now!” JJ laughs while nudging my arm “i’ll be right here all night, enjoy yourself, i got you” he says with the sweetest smile
i’m on my 3rd drink and 2nd shot, my cheeks feel rosy and i have the urge to move my hips “Sarah! come dance with me!” i demand while holding out my hand
“sorry babe, my girl needs me” she says to John B getting up from his lap, she grabs hold of my hand and we dance, solo cups in the air
the boys stay close by and enjoy watching us make a fool of our selves while they smoke a joint
my phone vibrates
text message:
- Rafe: don’t drink so much, you’ll get sick
tunnel vision. nausea. panic. swallow it, don’t let anybody know.
“i’ll be right back” i tell Sarah “i need to fill my cup”
“okay” she furrows her eyebrows “you okay?”
i give her a nod and the best smile i could
once i’m out of sight i run to Kie’s car, hopping in and locking the doors, i need to sit down, my heart is pounding out of my chest, i can hear the blood rushing in my ears
*knock knock* i jump out of my skin, i’m met face to face with Barry
“open the door sweetheart” he smiles flashing his gold teeth
this can’t be happening.
i go to grab my phone to call JJ. where is my it?
Barry waves my phone in front of my face taunting me. how the fuck did i drop it?
“open the door y/n, don’t make this difficult” he tugs on the handle “open it, i’m not playing witchu right now” i shake my head “country club wants you to come wit me, y’aint safe here without him” his eyes grow darker, i don’t budge
he gets on the phone, he’s calling Rafe “you either come out on your own or i call him and he pulls you out, your choice” i’m scared. i don’t want to make Rafe mad. but i don’t want to see him. i’m getting a headache.
i make the dumbest decision of my life. i open the door, my hands shaking 100mph.
“that’s it, let’s get you home” he says grabbing my hand hard
my face is burning up. my legs grow weak under me. i’m stone cold sober at this point.
we approach the truck, “Barry please“ i plead “i’m sorry mama, y’know him” he helps me into the passenger seat and buckles me in, “can i have my phone please, i need to tell my friends i went home” i cry “can’t letchu do that, what’s ya password, i’ll text ‘em for you” he says, i shake my head rejecting the offer
he starts the truck and we take off
his phone rings “yeah i got her, she was a good girl, she didn’t fight me” he smirks “we’ll be there soon”
i stay silent, Barry puts his hand on my thigh and i flinch at his touch “what’s wrong sweet thing, scared of a little love?” he laughs
we pull up to Tannyhill, Rafe is standing out front with a whiskey glass in his hand, he raises it and smiles at me
my stomach is in knots
i want to scream for help and run
the other half of me wants to jump into his arms and submit
Barry gets out of the truck and walks around opening my door “c’mon, get out” i jump down and fix my dress and fix a smile in attempt to hide my mixed feelings
“you look nice, who’d you get dressed up for?” Rafe asks “nobody” i reply, he laughs “sexy little thing isn’t she?” he asks Barry, “yessir” he grins
i want to crawl inside my own skin
Rafe grabs me by the arm “let’s get inside” he looks at Barry “you comin? you’re not gonna want to miss this”
he brings me to the couch and sits me down, “what to do with you?” he ponders finishing his drink
“Rafe i want to go home” i whimper
“and you know what i want? a girlfriend that doesn’t dress like a slut and go to parties without me” he seethes “since you wanna act like a slut, take your clothes off, i’ll treat you like a slut” his eyes filled with fury
“i’m not your girlfriend anymore” i whisper
“what was that?” he cocks his head to the side
“nothing” i say
i stand up and slowly pull my dress over my head, my knees becoming weak, leaving me exposed in just my panties in front of him and Barry
“lay down on the couch” he demands, i obey “now touch yourself”
“Rafe please i-“ there’s no use in begging, i bring one hand down to my pussy and run it up and down my panties, the thought of them watching begins to turn me on no matter how hard i try to reject the feeling
“she’s sweet” Barry says licking his lips
“wait til you taste her” Rafe says deviously
their words go straight to my heat, i rub my clit in circles arching my back, trying not to let out a sound
“come here” i say holding my hand out to Rafe, my pussy aching for him
“you’re gonna finish yourself off first” he smirks
Barry adjusts himself clearly growing hard, Rafe watches me like a hawk not missing a beat
i pick up the pace now craving dick inside of me, i throw my head back and whimper coming closer to an orgasm, the band in my belly snaps and my legs start convulsing, i ride out my orgasm and when i’m finished i beg to be fucked “come here- please”
Rafe looks at Barry “try her out” he says patting him on the back
the look of fear on my face. Rafe would never let someone else look at me nevermind fuck me.
“since you wanna act like a slut..” he says shrugging his shoulders, then topping off his whiskey
i become embarrassed, im attracted to Barry but being on display is not something im used to
Barry gets comfortable in the chair and pats his lap, he undoes his belt and slides his pants down to his knees, his hard on is enormous even through his boxers
i try to contain my arousal and walk toward him, looking at Rafe for approval, he nods
i lower myself to my knees and pull Barry’s erection from his boxers, it fills my entire hand
“i ain’t even gotta ask to get my dick sucked, you got this one trained man” he laughs
Rafe walks behind me and manspreads on the couch enjoying every second of this
i seal my mouth on Barry, bobbing my head up and down while working my tongue inside “shhhit” he groans, saliva begins dripping out the sides of my mouth
i go to work on his swollen cock, his moans encouraging me to get the job done “that’s it baby” he takes a sharp breath in
“get up and sit on him, facing me” Rafe commands from behind
i rise from the floor, turn around, push my panties to the floor and kick them off
i slowly seat myself on Barry’s length, i gasp taking all of him inside my cunt
his hands reaching in front of me to grab my breasts, he holds onto them and starts pumping into me from below
i try to hold myself up on the arms of the chair while i’m staring directly into Rafe’s lust filled eyes
“ohhmygod- yes- fuck me-” i moan in between breaths
“how does she feel?” Rafe growls not taking his eyes off of me “like a million bucks country club” Barry replies while slamming his hips into my ass repeatedly
“flip her onto the chair and fuck her brains out” Rafe instructs
Barry pulls me off his lap and flips me around, my chest pushed into the chair and my ass in the air he slams into me showing no mercy
i can’t control the sounds coming from my mouth, moaning, whimpering, and screaming at the way i’m being used
Barry pulls out of me and releases on my ass leaving my pussy dripping “you like that shit huh?” he says rubbing my slit from behind “taste her” Rafe says, Barry sticks his fingers in his mouth savoring the taste of me “just like candy” he tells Rafe
my torso still on the chair and my knees on the floor i lay there weak, trying to control my breathing
Barry gets dressed and pours himself a glass of liquor, sitting in the other chair
“c’mon we’re not done, get up” Rafe says, i try to stand but my legs are weak “i think you broke her” he laughs looking at Barry “sorry man, she’s got great pussy” he says
Rafe walks over to me and wraps his hand around my throat, lifting me to my feet, he sloppily kisses me and without warning plummets two fingers inside of me causing me to scream
“who’s pussy is this?” he asks pushing deeper inside of me, “it’s yours” i choke out, his hand still tight around my wind pipe,
“say it again” he growls
“it’s yours Rafe, i’m all yours” i plead
his hand slips into my hair and he guides me to the couch by my head using me like a rag doll
he throws me down on my stomach then pulls my hips into the air
“look at you, you’re a fuckin mess” he smacks my pussy causing me to cry out “you like that?” he smacks it again, i wince in a mixture of pain and pleasure
Rafe pulls me up by the back of my head “open your mouth” i open and he sticks his fingers inside, i suck his fingers just like i would suck his cock, Rafe loves having his fingers in my mouth “dirty fuckin slut” he says
he removes his fingers and forces them into my tender vagina, he works his hand slowly like he’s dissecting my insides, i move my hips back and forth trying to fuck his hand my pussy screaming to be pounded
“she just can’t get enough huh?” Barry says “i told you she was a good one” Rafe smiles
his slides his warm fingers out of me and spits on my cunt, i feel it drip down to my clit “please-“ i look back at him
Rafe pulls his shorts and boxers down exposing his delicious throbbing cock, he’s leaking precum
i brace myself
he taps the back of my pussy with his dick a few times before sliding it in, i feel myself become full of him “i gonna fuck you like i hate you” he whispers
guttural screams escape my lips as he sinks deeper into my swollen used hole, he feels so good
he pushes my face into the couch “shut the fuck up and take it”
i turn my head to the side to catch my breath and see Barry sipping on his liquor enjoying every moment, i hold eye contact with him while i cry out
Rafe picks up the pace, the sound of our skin smacking engulfs the entire room
it all becomes too much, the overstimulation is extreme, i reach back trying to push him away
“i ain’t done” he growls grabbing both my arms and pinning them behind my back “i’m gonna fuck MY pussy as long as i want”
i’m screaming at this point, i can feel him in my stomach, a new sensation arises in my pussy, stronger then an orgasm “Rafe i- i can’t-“ and then i feel a release and a gush of liquid between my legs
“squirting on me like a dirty whore” he smacks my ass hard, “i fucking love it”
“please- please-“ i sob begging him to stop, my body convulsing, eyes rolling in the back of my head
Rafe slams into once more before cumming inside me, he pulls out and places a gentle kiss on my ass
my body goes limp and i lay flat on the couch, he pulls my hips back up and holds them there, “stay up til you soak all of me in”
i lay there defeated, used, and bruised
Rafe wipes the sweat from his brows and puts his pants back on, he walks over to the table and pours himself another glass of whiskey, clinking cups with Barry
they sit across from my numb body and watch me recover
“you’re such a good girl” Rafe praises “you’re never getting rid of me”
#fanfic#obx fanfiction#outer banks#fem reader#obx smut#smut#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#obx rafe cameron#rafe cameron#rafe fanfiction#barry obx#barry obx smut#barry obx fanfiction#outer banks smut
527 notes
·
View notes
Text
sweet feelings
Richarlison x reader
Hi, hello. Soooo I’ve written something and wanted to share. Maybe it will come to your liking.
I write stuff from time to time but mostly in my mother language and english is not my first language so I'm very sorry for any misspelling and mistakes in my grammar :( I am a huge football fan and sometimes I just get inspired by those talented boys.
This one is for one of my favourite Brasilians. Hope it'll reach some audience. Let me know what you think and if you'd like a Part 2 ;)
warning: it's a bit smuttish, aaaaand i've never wrote a smut so I'm sorry for poor writing as well.
friends to lovers trope bcuz i'm kinda a sucker for that :|
After the ceremony of The Best FIFA Football Awards, you and Richarlison both came back to your hotel around 2 am. You were feeling slightly tipsy, due to the few sweet and sour drinks you’ve had at the gala, so you kept smiling at your friend trying to convince him to carry you to your shared room.
„Now you’re just being whiny" he commented after letting you first into the lift.
Your legs were killing you after wearing high heels all night. You’d take them off right this moment if it weren’t for the lack of energy to actually bend down.
You sighed.
„Are you dissapointed?”
„No, why would I be?” Richy answered looking in your direction.
„You were very excited about this ceremony. But it was nice of you to congratulate the winner"
You sent him a warm smile.
„It was a fun time anyway. Paris is pretty” he shrugged.
After entering the room you sat on the sofa right away, feeling tired. It was so calm, warm and quiet inside, the only sounds were coming from the outside, an urban tumult caused by passing cars and honks or police sirens. But it was just a distant noise that actually made you feel a bit more relaxed. Your dress started to feel too tight.
Richarlison sat on a little table that was right infront of you and took your left foot to place it on his knee. You smiled softly seeing him unfasten the clasp at your high heel sandals. Your thigh visibly bare due to the slit dress you were wearing.
„Are you upset that I didn’t join you on the carpet?” you asked before he took off your shoe completely and placed it gently next to the sofa.
You two weren’t a couple. You’ve known each other for almost 3 years now and have been spending a lot of time together lately. The moment you met something just clicked between you two and after some time you started to run into each other more often. In the second half of 2019 you were assigned to work in London and Liverpool, and since your work was associated with sports environment, football in general, you kept seeing him more during football matches or other sport events. At the time you met, Richarlison was in a relationship and you were too busy for any love interests. It was very casual in the begging until it wasn’t. For you at least. You were quite a distant person, always gatekeeping your emotions from showing too easily, your friends always said that you often come off as cold or blase even. It’s quite funny because you feel like you were the most sensitive and fragile person that could ever walk this earth and anyone could notice this if they’ve ever put more effort into it. There were times when you felt like Richarlison could actually read into you efforlessly and this relationship between you two have started to grow into something more tender. But it wasn’t love – rather lukewarm friendship.
You didn’t actually discuss the matter. You were convinced that showing up at the ceremony, with Richarlison holding you on his arm, will cause a fuss and gossips about you two being together will start to spread. Which wasn’t true. You weren’t a couple. Anyway you just couldn’t shake off the feeling that something have truly upset him tonight.
„No I am not, you had things to do. Besides… we agreed on that" he just shrugged being sure that you know what he was referring to.
After taking both of your shoes off he stood up and took his jacket off, hanging it over the sofa backrest and sat next to you.
He looked very handsome in the white shirt and black tie, you don’t get to see him dressed like that often. You enjoyed this look on him, however you didn’t get to tell him this openly, despite the fact that he’s been complimenting you at any chance he’s got. That was one of the main differences between you two, you generally were too nervous about this type of disclosure, when he in fact was immensely open and have never found it difficult to speak out whatever he truly wanted to say. You’ve always thought of him as of free spirit.
You rested your arm on the sofa to face him comfortably.
„Then what is it?” you asked.
He sat the same way like you and smiled gently.
„Nothing much” Richy wiped his face with his palm „I just feel helpless lately. Had my moment at the world cup and that’s it”
„You’re being too harsh on yourself”
„But it’s true. I feel like i’m not giving enough” he shook his head avoiding eye contact.
„It’ll pass” you whispered appreciating his vulnerability „Give yourself some time. You still have that great potencial in you”.
He hummed sending you a warm smile and started to untie the tie he was wearing.
„You look beatiful today” he added shortly, looking straight into your eyes.
Another moment when you felt that he could actually dig in right into your heart and soul. You let out a shaky breath. He truly said it for like the third time tonight.
„Let me” you just said leaning in to untie his tie for him.
The moment you got closer you felt the scent of his cologne, it was your favourite. After you told him that you like the perfume, he started to use it frequently because, as he said, he always trusts your judgement.
You were being very gentle with him. After slowly taking off his tie you undid two buttons of his shirt. You were focused on the task before you momentarily felt his heavy gaze on you. You took the risk and looked up, he had that smug grin on, almost made you roll your eyes. But mostly you started to feel really hot and dizzy. Maybe it was still the alcohol in your system or maybe he just got that effect on you. You finally had to stop lying to yourself, you were attracted to him. With any other guy it would be ten times easier. He was making you so so nervous recently, it was almost ridiculous.
You moved away from him and stood up, honestly not giving too much thought about what you were planning to do next. Something just pushed you to give in and risk a chance to show him how you truly felt about him.
„Come” you reached out both of your hands to him.
He grabbed your hands without tardiness and stood up as well, visibly towering over you. So you started to slowly walk backwards in the direction of the bed. He kept holding your hands, and you kept the eye contact. You were wondering if he knew what you truly wanted right now. Did you even know?
You stoped in your tracks and bit your lower lip before lifting your hands up to undo the rest of the shirt buttons. Richarlison said nothing, but you were almost sure that he could hear your beating heart.
„If you want me to stop right this moment, just tell me” you said sounding more confident than you really felt.
He brushed some of your locks back with his hand, exposing your chest. You felt your cheeks heating up.
„Please, continue” he murmured lowly looking intrigued.
After unbuttoning the shirt at the wrists you used your fingers to delicately slip it off his broad shoulders. It fell easily, and you were considering your next move. You began to worry that once you expose yourself to him like that, it would change a lot between you two. But you wanted him, like you have never had before, and it was starting to consume you.
You reached for the zipper of your tight black dress and noticed him looking briefly at your cleavage. His maroon iris were darkening and it caused shivers to run down your spine. You sent him a feisty grin before removing the dress straps and slowly letting the dress to fall off your body. Now you stood bare infront of him, wearing only lace thong. You heard him intake a sharp breath and stepped closer, throwing your hands over his shoulders. Your chests touched, he was warm and yet you shivered. His hand were immediatly at your hips, gripping lightly and you reveled in the feeling of his hard body pressed against your softest places.
„Can I kiss you?” you asked quietly feeling his chest rise and fall.
Now your heart was pouding mercilessly. You haven’t done much yet, however your body was almost trembling owing to how aroused you began to feel.
He didn’t answer, simply leaned in and connected your lips in a gentle and sweet kiss. He hummed lowly and his hands started to travel across your sides and back. You deepened the kiss and gasped feeling him gripping your ass cheeks. He took advantage of that, putting his tongue inside your mouth. The moment was so sweet but also exciting, it made you moan uncontrollably. You felt a clench and slowly building tingling between your legs, making you squeeze your legs together which elicited another moan from you. He then leaned back, you both were breathing faster. He looked almost etheral, with his lips slightly open, cheeks reddened and foggy eyes. Your pretty boy.
„I’ve been imagining this so many times” he breathed „You have no idea of the affect you have on me. Are you sure you want this?”
You couldn’t find words after his confession, feeling your throat tightening, so you just nodded silently and reached for the zipper of his pants. The garment fell to the ground.
„Minha linda” he said grabing your chin to make you look at him.
You smiled at the comment said in Portuguese and rolled your eyes feeling intimidated.
„Shut up” now you were back at your casual bickering.
Richarlison grinned smugly and licked his lips before bringing them to your neck. You put your hands on the back of his head, playing with his short hair, your lids closed. One of his hands traveled up your thigh and rested gently at the apex of your legs. It was delicate but abrupt and your lower body jolted forward. You heard him groan against your throat and he used his fingers to rub circles over your covered pussy.
„Oh” you whined in a high tone.
You always thought that if it ever came to this moment, you would be a little flustered and maybe unsure, because he was your best friend, and at the same time he made you feel like no other man before. But right now he was making you react to all this like an unexperienced little girl and it was so overwhelming.
„So delicate and responsive”
Of course he had to be cheeky during a moment like this. Almost made you want to slap him but you just started to grind against his palm. That’s how weak you were right now. And you were enjoying this, ready to let him do whatever he wanted with you.
You whimpered.
„Tell me what you want” he said.
„I…” your ragged breathing made you cut the sentence „want you to fuck me Richy"
#football#richarlison x reader#richarlison#brazil nt#richarlison one shot#richarlison imagine#richarlison imagines#richarlison smut#richarlison x you#richarlison x y/n#richarlison fluff#world cup#neymar jr
250 notes
·
View notes
Text
Vampire AU
Lawlu- Vampire Law x Human Luffy
Law can’t resist the lubooty ;) More -> Part 2
It was a typical night for Law. Alone in his bedroom, enjoying the tranquility of the deserted island. The castle he resides in is not large nor extravagant, it is small. He did not mind it, there’s ample amount of space for him, anymore would be a waste.
Although, he did take luxury of the large bed. A size that would fit five people. Law had no intention of sharing it, he liked the life of solitude. He did have his subordinates, but he grants them free will. Time to time he meets with them. Rarely does he give them direct orders. The bear under his lead will sometimes guard the island by choice. Whether he’s away or not, the bear is attached. Law tolerates it.
The time of day did not matter to Law, he’ll rest when he feels like it. Usually, he goes without sleep for days as he boards himself in the laboratory. Today he takes the time to sleep. The eye bags are proof of the lack of rest. He closes his eyes to drift into a slumber, but a booming crash shook the walls of the castle.
He grits at the mayhem and hastily gets out of his bed. He scurries to the direction of the sound and dust fills the place. He waves the accumulation of rising particles to get a better look of the damage.
“Ack!” Someone coughs out.
“Who’s there? Show yourself!”
More coughing emerged as the dust settled.
The outline of a small figure is presented. The first thing Law noticed was a straw hat.
“Sheesh, that hurt more than I thought.”
Law groaned. The view is now clear and in front of him stood a young man. A flimsy one with big doe eyes. His outfit is rather strange to him, an opened red vest, shorts, and sandals.
The smaller man patted the debris off his clothing and gave a cunning grin.
“You. State your identity.”
“Me?” The straw hat asked, his eyes widen at the deep voice. His eyes smile at him, Law looked at him in disgust. “I’m Monkey D. Luffy and you are?”
“Tsk, I’m the owner of this property and you broke my wall.”
Luffy looked at the hole and rubbed the back of his head. “Oops, I’m sorry I had a running with a wild beast.”
Could it have been Bepo? No, he’s not here. There are other creatures that inhabit the island. Still, he’s surprised the tiny human could outrun them.
“I don’t know what’s your purpose on this island, but you will face the consequences.”
Law opened his mouth to show his large fangs. The little bastard interrupted his sleep and ruined a portion of his home. As he commenced to pounce on him, Luffy gasped.
“Wow so cool!” he shouts, eyes enlarged in excitement.
Confused at his reaction, he stops.
“Are you vampire?” Luffy asks taking a step forward.
Perplexed by his lack of fear, he backs away. “Yes, I’m a vampire.”
The younger man stretches his arm out to touch the vampire’s fangs. Law grabs his wrist before he could. “You can stretch?” A series of questions pop in his head, not only can he enlarge himself, the boy is also crazy.
Chuckling at the comment, “I’m made of rubber. See.” His other arm stretches towards his face, poking one of the fangs. Law snarls at him and attempts to bite his finger.
“Ah! Don’t do that!” He retreats his hand and frees himself from his grip. “Are you going to eat me?”
The vampire furrowed his eyebrows. Can he? Will his teeth penetrate through his skin? Only one way to find out. He smirks. “Perhaps.”
Luffy drops to his knees and pleads at the taller man. “No, please don’t eat me! I won’t taste good. Meat tastes so much better,” he cries.
Appalled by this, Law steps away. Luffy eyes glimmer from the excess water. Those brown orbs resonate for mercy. He hates confronting strong emotions.
“Tsk.” He turns away. “Fine, just fix your mess. I’m going to sleep.”
Luffy jumps in joy. “Thank you! Um. . . vampire guy?”
“It’s Trafalgar. . . Trafalgar Law.”
“Tra- what?”— He scratches his head at the name— “Tra-guy? Torao?”
“Trafalgar!”
“Ah, thanks Torao!”
Law scrunches his face in annoyance. “Whatever don’t bother me. We’ll settle this later.”
He leaves Luffy alone and heads up the stairs to his bedroom.
The straw hat man looks at the large hole in the wall. He sighs at the mess. "How do I fix a wall?" A loud grumble stopped his trace of thoughts. "I'm hungry. I need to eat first." He turns observe the rest of the building. It looked small on the outside, but the inside is like a maze. He’ll go through the trouble of wondering the labyrinth for the kitchen.
"I can't ask Torao, he said not to bother him. Well, I guess I have to explore this place." He smiles walking down a dark hallway. "Wow this castle is cool and spooky, this will be fun!"
.𖥔 ݁ ˖౨ৎ.𖥔 ݁ ˖-`♡´-.𖥔 ݁ ˖౨ৎ.𖥔 ݁
Law returned to his dark cavern. Even though he’s a creature of the night, he still needs his sleep. His body plopped on the bed, craving the sheets on it. The straw hat pondered his mind. How did he arrive on the island? Who is he? Most importantly, why wasn’t the human afraid?
Just looking at those innocent eyes did something to him. He palms his face at the thought.
“Get a grip.”
Darkness fades the view around him. As his eyes shut, he wonders if Luffy will repair the damage. The young man appeared to have no thoughts behind those doe eyes. He’s pretty sure he has no idea how to build a wall.
“Shit.”
His eyes are wide open now. “I left him alone. Stupid.” Law runs out his room and heads to Luffy.
"Crap, where did he go? Why did I leave a stranger alone in my castle?"
Elsewhere, Luffy found the basement of the place. Despite the secrete passageway filled with spiderwebs and dead remains of animals, he found it interesting. Going deeper in the hallway, he came across two steel doors. He opened the large doors and entered the room.
It appeared to be a laboratory. Weird science equipment covered the room. A flat steel table sat in the middle of the room.
His stomach growled.
“Man, where’s the food in this place?”
He continued to explore the lab and found a door at the back. Curious of what held inside, he opened it and was met with cold air. It’s a freezer storage. All over the walls hanged frozen items. Taking a closer look, the meat like structures were covered in ice. Shelves that surrounded the walls contained weird jars of specimens. Not caring much about it, he focused his attention to the large fridge situated across the room.
“Food!”
Luffy rushed to open the refrigerator. Inside held numerous blocks of ice. Puzzled by the frozen cubes, his smile faded. He grabbed one and inspected it. Lub-dub. The ice cube contracted. It was strange, lub-dub, it moved again. The block contained an odd red muscle. Luffy shrugged thinking it was a weird piece of meat. His mouth opened to take a bite, but before he could, someone barged in.
“Don’t eat it you idiot!”
Startled, the straw hat dropped the frozen organ. Law was appalled at the sight. He immediately picked up the cube and placed in back in the refrigerator.
“What kind of person eats a heart?!”
“A heart?”
“Yes, you moron!”
“Oh, no wonder why it looked funny,” he chuckled.
A vein popped out of Law’s temple.
“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone. How did you find this place?”
“I was walking around, and I started touching around the walls. Then my hand pressed against the stone in one of the walls and it was pushed in. An opening appeared with stairs. Now I’m here,” he said with a large grin.
“What else did you see?”
“Mmm, just this weird room. Is there food around? I’m hungry.”
Luffy began to exit the storage room, but Law grabbed his arm.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving to catch one of those beasts.”
“You think I’ll let you get away? You know too much.”
“Huh-”
Law tossed the straw hat against the wall of the freezer. The frozen meat hanging on the sides fell on top of him. Shoving it out his way, he noticed the shape of the object. The remains appeared to be human like. The situation slowly sinks in with Luffy. He panics at the lifeless skull attached to the remains. He screams, backing away in disgust.
"You killed him!"
Reality finally hits him, he's a wicked vampire. He looks around the room, vials filled with blood, containers with persevered organs, and corpses were all evidence of his hunt. Luffy thought Law was joking about eating him, but he was wrong.
Using his ability, he stretches his arm and punches Law out the way. He runs towards the large door of the lab, but the vampire magically appears in front him.
"What?!"
Law grabs him and pins him down to the floor.
"You're not going anywhere," he snarls showing his sharp canines.
"Please, I don't want to die!" Luffy pleads, afraid of the man above his body.
“Shut up,” he grits. Law stares at his prey underneath him. Those eyes again.
The vampire groans. When has he shown mercy to intruders? He hesitates to rip open the exposed neck. "Tsk." His golden irises beam onto Luffy's soft brown ones. He exhales and gets off his body.
He facepalms as he bites his lip. It was weird, he could almost smell the blood underneath his skin. He's never experienced this. Despite only knowing his name, he finds himself drawn to him. However, his vampiric instincts are calling for bloodlust.
"Go."
Luffy looks at him perplexed. "You're letting me go?"
"I said go!" Law snaps his head towards his direction. His golden eyes were now bright red. This startled Luffy. Not wanting to find out about the sudden change in his demeanor, he pivots and dashes to the doors.
In trashing his way out, he hits a corner of a stranded medical cart. A sharp scalpel cuts his arm.
The small wound was enough for the vampire to snap. The scent of the blood sparked something inside of him.
"RUN."
A tone of venom rolled off of Law’s tongue. The urging face of hunger made Luffy to rush out the laboratory. Adrenaline rushed through his blood vessels; he followed wherever his legs took him.
The straw hat ran up the stairs to the ground level of the castle. In a frenzy, he touched the walls in hopes to close the entrance to the basement. His hand found the hidden button and caused the floor to shift below him. He could see the vampire hustling his way up, but before he could jump out, the entrance closed in time.
“Whew, the was close,” he sighs, rubbing the sweat off his forehead.
Those words jinxed him.
“Room. Shambles.”
Law appeared before him.
“What?! You did it again!”
The taller man grabbed his throat and smashed him to the nearby wall. “I got you,” he grins, purposely showing his canines.
Luffy’s hands wrap around his wrist, trying to remove the death grip around his neck. He picked his legs up and stretched them out to push Law away. Using great force, he smashes the vampire against the other side of the hallway. The stone crumbles over him and smothers him in the pile. The straw hat uses this opportunity to flee.
“Ah! How do I lose him?!”
In the rock pile, Law lays with a smirk. “Hmm.” He sits up, causing the rubbish to fall off, and stares at the human running in dismay.
“Room.”
Popping from behind, he goes to embrace Luffy. Now in his arms, he uses his ability to teleport them to his bedroom. The two land on his grand bed.
Lost in words, Luffy could only stare at his captor pinning him down.
“Will it hurt?”
The vampire hums as he removed the straw hat from his head. “It won’t kill you,” he simply says.
Luffy closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. Licking his lips, Law drew to the side of his neck. His hot breath blew on the exposed flesh, making him shiver.
“Relax little human, you’ll enjoy this.”
Luffy hitched at the warm wetness sliding against him. The tongue was surprisingly hot, he thought vampires were cold-blooded creatures. His hands grip the bedsheets as he felt the tip of his sharp teeth caress his tender flesh.
He gulps, feeling himself excite a little at the feeling. With one last breath, Law sinks his teeth in.
“Ah-” he groans at the flashing pain.
The vampire sucks the warm red liquid in delight- the best he’s had. He savors the young man’s blood, only wanting more. Law embraces Luffy close, grinding on him slowly. He whimpers at the overwhelming sensation and lets himself be consumed.
Law sucked gently, humming against the wound. With a flushed face, the human lets out a soft moan, forgetting about the pain in the beginning. Satisfying his thirst, the vampire licked the open holes.
He lets the human go for a brief moment. The bloodlust fades as he gets clarity of the situation. Law didn’t mean to bite him, but he doesn’t regret it. The human’s blood is vastly different- it’s addicting. A powerful drug that only he could possess. It became clear on what he has to do.
Still processing the bite, Luffy eyes opened to a dark gaze from the vampire. In a quick motion, Law turns his body over. A painful bite is felt at his nape.
The human screams in agony. The pain was quick, and Law licked the oozing liquid.
“It’s done. You’re mine.”
Luffy runs his hand over the large bite mark, wincing at the touch. He rubs the tears off his eyes and turns to his side.
“Yours? I don’t belong to no one.”
“Hmm,” Law hums and smirks at his comment.
His long fingers trace his bite at the nape, making the smaller male wince.
“Don’t touch me.”
“This bite says otherwise. You’re marked by me,” he says leaving a trail of kisses to the previous bite mark.
He squirms at the touch of his lips. Law chuckles at his reaction. “You can’t say you didn’t like it,”— his mouth nears his ear— “I heard you moan.”
“I-” Luffy face reddens. “I still don’t belong to you,” he huffs.
“Mugiwara-ya.”
His ears twitch at the name.
“You’re hungry, aren't you? Let me compensate you with a dinner.”
Luffy livens up at the word. “Dinner?!” He grabs his hat and rushes out the room.
Law looked at him in shock. How did he get the energy to move like that?
“Don’t just stand there. I want to eat now!”
“Will you submit to me if I give you what you want?”
The straw hat squints his eyes at the vampire. There’s no way he’ll let Law get his way, but the proposal intrigued him.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
A devious smile plastered on Luffy’s face.
“Get ready to give me a lifetime supply of meat!” He grins.
“Huh? Wh-”
Luffy wraps his arm around Law and draws him close. He struggles to break the hold, but it was no use.
“Alright let’s go eat!”
The vampire goes limp in defeat. “What did I get myself into?”
41 notes
·
View notes
Note
I just read your low effort scenarios with Bakugo and I had a silly idea pop in my head. With the Ramen what if reader asked for a taste and Bakugo said sure and was going to give you a bite instead of taking the food reader kissed Bakugo and after said something corny/cute along the lines of tastes even better then I thought. Or the role could be reversed where reader is eating the ramen and Bakugo asked for a taste. It’s just a silly little idea that I wanted to share because you inspired it!
More low effort scenarios with Bakugou bc that’s what I do best
an -> as usual ty for request, I lovr low effort fics bc I don’t need to do sm, if u somehow enjoy this, then cool. 🫶🏼 this is probably isn’t what you asked for but whatever this is the best I could do rn.
another an -> x f!reader.
another another an -> I have written more of these I’ll list em below.
here, here and here.
warnings -> probably just cursing
———
you came home after a long day at work and wanted nothing more but to relax.
your boyfriend had night shift which meant he would be home by time you arrive.
as you headed inside the house, you immediately dropped your bag on the floor and kicked off your shoes. “Welcome back” you heard from the kitchen and you smiled a little to yourself.
“Hey.” You greeted the man as you headed upstairs and changed from your clothes to comfy sweats and T-shirt. You took your makeup off and headed downstairs.
You saw your boyfriend taking a seat on the kitchen island. You walked over to him and gave him a hug.
“Missed you.” You said and he hugged you back, “missed you too, how’s work?” He asked fully taking a seat. “Same old shit.” You said as you noticed what he was eating.
“You made noodles?” You asked and they smelled so good. “Yes.” He said as he began slurping.
“Did you make some for me?”
“I didn’t know you were coming by now.” He said but that was a lie.
“Katsuki you know I finish by 3”
“Sorry guess I forgot.” He said taking another bite.
You grew more annoyed with him at this point. “Fine then I’ll make myself something.” You opened the fridge and you lost your motivation the second you did as you found ingredients instead of frozen food which meant you had fo actually put in the effort.
“Fine I’ll be back I’ll head to the store.” You said putting on sandals and taking your bike. The store was only a couple of blocks away.
You came back with a bag full of good stuff. Chips, dumplings and noodles. When you walked into the kitchen you noticed that Katsuki wasn’t there anymore.
You began making soup to have with the dumplings as well as spicy noodles.
As you finished you poured some soup onto your bowl with a couple of dumplings and noodles on the side.
As You sat the food on the island, you heard footsteps from upstairs. As took a seat and began eating your boyfriend walked over to you.
“Smells so good.” He said and you continued munching. “Are those my favorite spicy noodles?” He asked.
“I think so.”
“Can I have a taste?” He asked and you didn’t even bother looking at him, “no.” You simply said as you took a long slurp.
“Hah? Did you at least get another pack of those noodles?”
“Nope, I only got for myself.”
He took a seat in front of you. “Why? You know I like those noodles.” He said all annoyed.
You twirled your chopsticks around the noodles as you said, “whoops, guess I forgot.” Now he knew that you were teasing him.
“Fuck you. Idiot.” He said starting to get up but before he could you put the chopsticks in front of his lips, offering him a taste.
He opened his lips as you pushed the chopsticks inside his mouth.
“It’s good.”
“I know it is.”
He was about to leave before you said.
“There is more soup and dumplings in the pot.”
#bakugou katsuki#bnha x reader#mha#anime#bnha fanfiction#bnha headcannons#manga#bnha bakugo katsuki#bnha#bnha bakugou#happy birthday bakugou#bakugou x y/n#bakugou fanart#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo katuski#mha bakugou#bakugou x reader#bakugou bnha#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugo imagine#katsuki bakugo my hero academia#bakugou katsuki x female reader
118 notes
·
View notes
Note
hiii could i request a headcanon (or fic) of jack & yami playing fuck, marry, kill (and they ask each other about fellow captains/Julius/Marx/Owen/Mereo included) thank u!! kekeke 💚
Fuck, Marry, Kill | Jack & Yami Shenanigans
I love this. Yes. Please ask me for bestie-content of my idiots.
Also reading this a couple days later I just noticed I missed Owen, fuck, so sorry.
Warnings: consumption of alcohol, the men are talking and arguing about their choices and it's a shallow game, the b in their bromance almost escaping, mentioning of "this was so gay lmao"
Jack was spread over the couch of the black bull's base, the sun had already left for the darkness as he and the other Captain shared a few more drinks. They talked and chatted, the tension of the meeting regarding border secrutiy sliding off their shoulders.
"Yeah, did you see Nozel? He was all like 'My squad and I will rise up to the need..' ... Ugh, why does he talk like that?", Jack mocked.
"Cause he's a fancy little prince with his fancy little prince talk.", Yami giggled.
"Fancy little braid.", Jack muttered before breaking out in a laughter. Yami couldn't help but howl out a laugh too.
"But it's kinda cute, no? He has it done every morning just to be a presentable prince." Yami chuckled.
"Very cute. Just like a shiny bird. Just too bad he can't attract a mate.", Jack snorted.
"He can't? That's news to me."
"Yeah well, he doesn't have one. So he can't attract one he wants?" Jack changed his thought.
"Okay but I don't get his fanclub. Is it like... a bunch of groupies who wants him to step on them with those sandals?", Yami chuckled, leaning back in his seat before taking another swig of beer.
"God, urk... Why do ya' make me imagine this?"
"Do you like it, scarface?"
"No!" Jack yelled out before sticking out his tongue to illustrate his distaste. Yami couldn't help but further laugh at his friend's disgust.
"Ah... I have an idea." Yami mused. Jack raised an eyebrow at this, waiting for the bull to continue.
"Fuck, marry, kill. Our pretty bird, William and the little one, Rill.", Yami mused. Jack thought for a while.
"... You make me feel weird saying this but Fuck William, Marry Nozel and kill Rill.", Jack said after a while.
"Care to elaborate?" Yami asked, trying to hold in a laugh.
"Rill is too young for me. What am I? A nobel? I'm not thinking about someone younger than twenty in that way, that's weird... So kill, besides he's kind of annoying." Jack reasons which makes Yami nod.
"And Nozel... Well... He's a pretty bird. And imagine him married to me, that'd be his worst nightmare. That would be hilarious."
"So you'd marry Nozel just to spite him?"
"And cut off his braid when he sleeps, keke!" Jack laughed which Yami heartily joined in. "What about you?"
"Honestly, kill Rill too, same reason. Marry William and fuck Nozel. I don't think seeing Nozel all that much would do me any good." Yami mused which Jack could only confirm in a nod.
"Me next," Jack decided, thinking for a moment about the next three candidates, "Dorothy, Charlotte, and Mereoleona."
"All the girls, I see... Ugh... I don't know where to place Sisleon..."
"Just kill her off?", Jack suggested.
"I can't. I can't fuck or marry Dorothy, she's always asleep, that would be weird."
By now it was clear both of these men were thinking for this game.
"Okay... Kill Mereleona, fuck Charlotte, and marry Dorothy.", Yami decided after a while. "I think Dorothy would be chill, and I don't have to fuck her. Like... platonic marriage, we just say we completed the wedding. Or she wakes up, I don't know."
Jack nodded, thinking about his answer.
"Honestly with the asleep point, you kinda did something. Kill Dorothy, fuck Mereoleona, and marry Charlotte, keke."
"Marry Charlotte?", Yami asked with a raised brow.
"She's cute, isn't she?", Jack answered. "And I like tough women, keke."
"I can see where you're coming from but... If you like tough how come you didn't pick Sisleon?"
"I know Charlotte better." Jack shrugged it off.
"Oh?"
"We patrolled together sometimes when our people were busy preparing for the exam.", Jack added before rolling his eyes.
"Okay... Fuegoleon, Kaiser and... me?", Yami suggested before chuckling.
"... You're so weird, keke." Jack mumbled. "Are you like into me or why do you put yourself in the roster?"
"We're out of people, scrawny dude!"
"... Alright... Uhh... Kill Kaiser, I'm not about to homewreck for someone like that." Jack muttered.
"Like that?"
"Aw c'mon he's boring! Maybe the missus is satisfied but I wouldn't be!... Anyways, kill Kaiser, fuck Fuegoleon and... Marry... You?", Jack said, getting a lot quieter towards the end.
"Aw, are you blushing?", Yami asked before laughing loudly.
"Shut up! I'm not! It's just weird, keke!" Jack answered laughing too.
"Alright, for the roster; Me, Marx and our dear chief, Julius.", Jack said with a cocky grin.
"... Julius? Are you serious?" Yami asked with a deadpan face which send Jack into a laughing fit.
"Man up to the challenge, keke!"
"Alright, alright!", Yami called, raising his hands in the air, "Fuck Marx, Kill Julius because I can't do the other two with him, and Marry you."
"Aww, you'd marry me." Jack cooed before strechting out his tongue.
"Go away and kill yourself.", Yami shot back as he watched Jack stumble off the couch toward him.
"Aww, don't be like that. Give your husband a kiss.", Jack giggled before creeping above Yami, caging him in his seat underneath the taller man.
"Jack, what the-"
"Awww, are you blushing?", Jack teased, using the same tone Yami had pulled earlier on him. He leaned in a little.
"Are you sure you're not into me?"
"Very.", Yami said before shoving Jack back by his face. The taller man stumbled back laughing before letting himself fall on the couch again.
There was a certain silence hanging in the air between them before Jack spoke up again.
"This was the gayest fuck, marry, kill I've ever played, not gonna lie."
Yami couldn't help but laugh too and nod along.
#jack black clover#jack the ripper#black clover#jack the ripper black clover#black clover jack#jack the ripper (bc)#black clover imagine#yami sukehiro#yami black clover#yami and jack#my idiots#i love them
13 notes
·
View notes
Photo
On the set of Head, 1968.
“‘What stood out for me with Davy as an artist was his spontaneous stagecraft,’ Tork recalls. ‘He enjoyed himself on stage, for sure, gloried in his part. He was so alert as an entertainer and so relaxed that things would come to him out of the blue and he would just go with them. He could be incredibly funny. Micky and I were always breaking up on stage. [...] I’m so sorry he’s gone. I’m going to miss that wit and heart.’” - Billboard, March 1, 2012
“Genuine, reliable and huggable, Peter is a natural person — really gets off on talent — loves other musicians and can jam along with the best of ‘em. I saw him holding his own with Hendrix, Stills, Young. He encouraged me no end. Bought me my first guitar and my first drum kit.
[…] Never really got into fashions — he had his own. The first guy I ever met who wore different-colored socks. Wore his belt buckle on the side. Hated boots. Always had on sandals or moccasins. He used to walk with a swagger, swinging his arms with a confident air. He calmed hysteria, and lifted depression.
‘Dried banana, anybody? Piece of orange?’ — smiling, waving, running his hand through his hair.
He knew all the crew by their first names. Kids crying at his feet he lifted and hugged like a father calming a child.
Health food was just starting to catch on in the sixties and Peter was kind of a forerunner of that whole scene. I’m afraid that sort of image was a little thin for two other guys I could mention, but I understood — I really did. And I think he knew it. […]
He’s the most musically talented of us all by a mile. His songs are real. ‘For Pete’s Sake’ — which replaced the Monkees Theme at the end of the some of the shows of the second season — is one of my all-time favorite songs by anybody.
I’ve joked a lot about Peter giving everything away. But it was true. He was always giving his spare room to someone who needed it for the night — anyone. And he always seemed far away somewhere — in a different space. But I’m glad I know him. Of all the things he gave, he gave me lots of laughs — and food for thought.” - Davy Jones
“[Micky] and Mike and I have a very cordial relationship and share a lot of common topics. We go to lunch together when we’re all in town and have a good time. I love and respect each of these guys in their own way, although the real joys that I shared with Davy were special. At one point we had some good hard connections but as the years rolled on, those things faded away. But I am sorry to see Davy go. He was the one member in the group that I had the strongest human connection with. I still have two guys that I love and respect left from the band, but we share a different dynamic.” - Peter Tork, Review Mag, May 27, 2016
"I only now have, in the last couple of years, come to understand how smart and good-hearted Davy Jones could be. I did not have the skills to notice that, even though I was drawn to it without knowing exactly why. But I certainly did not have the first clue of how to encourage all of the good stuff from Davy that I loved. I wish I could have known how to do it - and he might still be with us, even.” - Las Vegas Weekly, September 14, 2016 (x)
“Well, I’ve never been really close with Michael [Nesmith] for some reason. You know, I have a lot of respect for him and admiration. But somehow we’ve never integrated. We’ve never been warm with each other. We worked together and did pretty well at it really.” - Peter Tork, Clevescene, March 13, 2017
Q: “I’m curious about the various reunions that happened over the years. Is it safe to say that you guys were never really friends?”
Peter Tork: “Oh, I don’t know. I would say I was pretty good friends with Micky, and there was a lot of love between me and Davy. I have a lot of respect for Mike Nesmith and we’ve structured ways to work together. Things rotate. It’s like having a basketball team. You know, gosh, it’s like having a championship basketball team. They go on the road every so often and do tours, you know, just exhibition tours but fortunately your music skills don’t deteriorate as fast as your basketball skills do, but I wouldn’t know what else to compare it to. We had a chance to go out together and we took it, and we had a great time, and if we were not friends at all we would not have been able to do it. We played tours months and months long: ‘86, ‘87, ‘89, ‘91, ‘92, ‘96, ‘97, 2001, 2002 and 2011, so we couldn’t have been such enemies.” - Phawker, circa 2012; re-published 2019
And a throwback to Michael's 1972 Hit Parader comments about Peter in an older post.
#Peter Tork#Davy Jones#Micky Dolenz#Michael Nesmith#Tork quotes#The Monkees#Monkees#Peter and Davy#Peter and Micky#Peter and Michael#long read#Head (1968)#Billboard Magazine#Clevescene#Las Vegas Weekly#Phawker#can you queue it
58 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Beauty You Are
@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "where the flowers grow"
As soon as he heard the faint sobbing, Aziraphale paused.
After a brief hesitation—he was supposed to be working, after all—he went to investigate. Angels must assist those in need, after all. Perhaps it was an injured human, someone he could patch up before returning to his usual job of writing endless reports that nobody in Heaven read.
He slipped around the boulders, grateful for the dappled shade of slender trees. The sandy ground shifted under his sandals, making a bit too much noise. He winced and tried to step more lightly.
The sobbing figure had been sitting in the shade beside one of the boulders, but they jerked their head up at his approach. The figure was not, in fact, a human.
“Crawley?” Aziraphale took a tentative step closer, then inhaled sharply. “Oh, my dear, what’s happened?”
Crawley’s red hair was darker than usual, dark with blood. Bruises marred his face, and his left eye was swollen almost all the way shut, crusted with tears. “Go away!”
“I… I don’t think that’s the best idea.” Aziraphale sank down to his knees in the sand, throat tight. “You’re hurt.”
“Really fucking observant,” Crawley snapped. He huddled away from Aziraphale, shaking with now silent sobs.
Sympathetic tears rose, and Aziraphale tried to blink them away. But oh, this was awful. Who could have done this? Who would hurt Crawley?
“Did someone try to rob you?” he asked, struggling to wrap his mind around it.
Crawley shook his head, tears dripping to leave little divots in the sand. “Nuh. Didn’t happen up here. I was reporting in, but Hastur didn’t like my tone…”
Aziraphale’s breath caught. He shifted forward a little, pausing when Crawley flinched. “I won’t hurt you, Crawley. I just want to help. May I touch you?”
One golden eye darted to him, full of tears. And then, lip trembling, Crawley gave a tiny nod.
Still, Aziraphale moved forward with caution. Crawley flinched practically every time Aziraphale moved, as if expecting another blow. He cringed away from Aziraphale’s raised hand most, breaths going quick and panicked.
“It’s okay,” Aziraphale soothed. He very gently pushed matted red curls out of Crawley’s face so that he could better see the injuries. And oh, there were so many injuries. “Oh, you poor old serpent. I’m so sorry he hurt you.”
Crawley’s lips twitched a little, as if he’d attempted to smile and failed. “Thanks.”
“Let’s see… Why don’t I heal you up a bit, to start, and then you can come back to the village with me to clean up?” Aziraphale stroked his hair again, aching for him. “I know a miracle could tidy you up, but washing your face might feel nice. And I have some beer, and figs, and a lovely bit of goat cheese. We could share them.”
At first, Crawley gave him a suspicious look. “Why?”
Because Crawley deserved gentleness and kindness. “Oh, well. It’s rather more fun to eat with someone else. You’d be doing me a favor, really.”
Crawley let out a faint snort, apparently seeing through Aziraphale’s ploy, but he nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
“And if you feel up to it, perhaps we could take a small detour on the way there.” Hand hovering near Crawley’s cheek, Aziraphale channeled a healing miracle. Slow and careful, washing away the injuries in the same way that he intended to wash away the blood once they got home. “I know a lovely little spot near here, a place where the flowers grow. It’s so very peaceful, and very pretty.”
Crawley was silent for a while, eyes down as Aziraphale tended to him. “Flowers can actually grow here? S’ not the most hospitable area.”
“Well, much of it is rather too hot and sandy.” Aziraphale brushed his fingers against Crawley’s swollen cheekbone, repairing the damage near his eye. “But I find that even in the most inhospitable of places, there’s beauty.”
That drew a skeptical look. But then Crawley let out a sigh of relief, relaxing. “Oh gosh. That hurts a lot less.”
“Good, good.” Although it wasn’t the most thorough job; bruises still bloomed across the side of Crawley’s face, along with some on his neck and even some on his slender hands. He would likely need more healing later. “Do you feel up to walking?”
He extended his hand, offering. Crawley hesitated, then took it and let Aziraphale help him up.
They walked slowly under the dappled shade, down a little path that Aziraphale had discovered a few weeks ago on one of his lonely strolls. Even with Crawley limping and clearly still in pain, walking hand in hand with him across the sandy ground left Aziraphale with an unfamiliar sense of peace. He’d quite like to do this every day.
The path led to a little shaded area near a trickling stream. Tufts of green dotted the soil, short grasses that waved in a gentle breeze. And nestled among the grasses, delicate little flowers, blooms of yellow and red and white.
“Whoa.” Crawley limped to one of the more vibrant patches and sank to his knees, one arm hugged across his ribs. He still hadn’t let go of Aziraphale’s hand, so Aziraphale knelt beside him. “You were right, angel. This really is beautiful.”
The flowers were beautiful, yes, but that wasn’t what brought tears to Aziraphale’s eyes. No, he was most taken with Crawley’s willingness to trust him, open up to him, even to hold his hand. “Yes,” Aziraphale said softly. “It is.”
57 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Whumpee? Oh my God, what the hell are you doing here? Have you lost your mind or something?!"
Caretaker's voice made Whumpee turn around. Behind him, the Caretaker could be seen knitting her eyebrows together, a mixed expression of annoyance and worry very typical of the Caretaker.
"Hey, Caretaker."
"Hey, Caretaker, the fuck! Who told you to get out of bed? It's already midnight and almost autumn; you're crazy, aren't you!" Caretaker walked hurriedly towards Whumpee who was standing leaning against a pillar, looking like he was also holding a crutch. "Gosh, at least wear your pajamas properly! You want to show off those bandages and bruises on your body, huh?"
Despite her grumbling, Caretaker's hands deftly buttoned Whumpee's pajamas. Whumpee smiled amusedly.
"Stop smiling because I'm really angry now. Gosh, you're not wearing your jacket either and where are your sandals? Are you going to die or what, stupid Whumpee?"
"Sorry, I couldn't raise my arms. So, I had trouble buttoning my pajamas and putting on my jacket, and then I couldn't find any slippers in my room."
"Okay, I don't need your clarification. Here, put on my jacket. What? Don't look at me like that; my clothes are MUCH thicker than your pathetic, thin pajamas. Raise your hand slowly; let me put them on."
Annoyed but still careful, Caretaker put her jacket on Whumpee's body. The jacket was a little short for Whumpee due to their different body sizes, but it didn't matter now that Whumpee felt warmer.
"Come on, go back to your room. You have to rest. Remember, you just woke up two days ago, and you're still recovering. You'll get cold if you stay here." The Caretaker tried to pull Whumpee inside.
"No, please. I want to be here. I need fresh air to ... breathe," Whumpee refused.
"Huh? What's wrong? Are you in pain? Your chest is tight? Come on, go to the treatment room so I can check your saturation and give you oxygen," Caretaker again tried to pull Whumpee inside.
"No, really. I'm fine. However, I need to be here for a while. I promise I'll be back soon; don't worry," Whumpee refused again.
"Why?" Caretaker was confused, "then... did you have a nightmare?"
Whumpee's silence was a 'yes' for Caretaker. Caretaker sighed. Apparently, there is still a problem here.
"Why don't you wake me or the rest of the team? We can accompany you so you can rest well, Whumpee. Instead of going out alone like this," said Caretaker.
"Sorry, I just didn't want to disturb your rest. Really, you worry too much about me. I can be alone; it's okay. Go back to sleep," said Whumpee with a smile.
"I hate seeing your smile as if nothing has happened. Even though, at first glance, you're very confused," Caretaker rubbed her face in frustration, "at least come on, sit down; your legs are shaking. You haven't been able to stand for very long."
This time, Whumpee didn't refuse when Caretaker supported him and sat Whumpee on the bench. They sat side by side in silence. Nobody started a conversation. Whumpee can only be seen staring into the dark distance.
"You want to share your burden? At least with me?" Caretaker's words broke the silence.
"I'm fine, Caretaker. Maybe I'm just tired. There's no need to worry, okay?"
"You know, I told you I hate your smile that looks like nothing's happened." Caretaker looked deep into Whumpee's eyes, "you smile, but I can't see any happiness in it. Stop bragging about being fine, Whumpee."
Whumpee just kept quiet.
"Can't you lean on me? On all of us? Why do you always think that we're the ones who should lean on you? Do you think we're that weak and we can't protect at least ourselves?" Caretaker scolded, "For God's sake, Whumpee! Stop always thinking that we are your dependents! All of us are here because we also have problems with the same Whumper!"
Whumpee was only seen playing with his fingers in silence, not daring to refute Caretaker's words.
"What makes you always think that you always have to protect us? So, what about yourself? Who will protect you? Do you think about protecting all of us and yourself? How ridiculous, Whumpee."
"You can never see the value in yourself. Always think it doesn't matter if you get hurt, as long as we're safe. You know, Whumpee, these past few months, we've all been looking for you, who was kidnapped by Whumper!" Caretaker ruffled her hair in annoyance. "Do you know how distraught we were about losing track of you? Do you know how worried we were seeing you die right before our eyes?!"
Whumpee closed his eyes. Caretaker is really angry now.
"I almost went crazy watching your heart stop. Do you know how my whole body trembled when I tried to get you back together again?! I do understand the world of health and care, but that doesn't mean I can't be scared! You know that we're all worried; you will never wake up again?! For God's sake, Whumpee, I can't understand your stupid way of thinking!"
"Stop always saying everything is fine, everything is under control, everything is safe or whatever! You are not God who can have everything under your control; you need help!" Caretaker cupped her hand on Whumpe's cheek and made their eyes meet. "What's wrong with accepting help, Whumpee? Everyone always needs help. Especially with your current condition."
Whumpee sighed. He had never once been able to win when he argued with Caretaker. Everything Caretaker says is true, but Whumpee often rejects it. He wants to protect all his friends from Whumper, especially Caretaker.
"At least this time, let us take care of you, at least until you recover, okay?"
Caretaker's soft fingers stroked Whumpee's thin, cold cheek. Soft and soothing strokes
"I don't know what Whumper has done to you. However, you are not fine. Your nightmares are a sign that you need help. I'm not as strong as you or the others, but let me help you."
Whumpee sighed again. He smiled, this time sincerely.
"You know, since I was little, I was never able to fight you when it came to arguing. Sorry for making you worry; I will try to depend on all of you."
"You'll never win against me because everything I say is true, stupid Whumpee!" said Caretaker this time with a soft laugh.
Maybe this is what Whumpee always wanted to protect. Caretaker's laughter and smile can always save him. Her soft, soothing touch is all in Caretaker. Whumpee slowly rested his head on Caretaker's shoulder, seeking comfort, and closed his eyes. Whumpee could smell the sweet smell of Caretaker's signature perfume there.
"Whumpee?"
"Just a moment. Leave it like this for a moment. I still need to breathe."
Caretaker smiled and said, "Just a few more minutes, okay? You should go back inside and sleep."
"Accompany me?"
"Huh? Alright, you baby."
Whumpee chuckled, "Hug me, Caretaker."
Caretaker raised an eyebrow, but then put her arm around Whumpee's shoulder, careful not to hurt the wound. Her soft fingers rubbed Whumpee's body to calm him.
"Caretaker?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you very much."
"Anytime, Whumpee."
#whumpee#whump#caretaker#caretaking#whumptober 2023#whump writing#whump scenario#whump dialogue#whump prompt#whumpee x caretaker#caretaker x whumpee
45 notes
·
View notes
Text
NEVER THE DARK
Read it here on Ao3
Years after Aspheeras defeat and Zane's death by her hand, the Ninja must face the rise of a new and powerful villain with a team unbalanced… but when they are forced into the Realm of Madness, they will discover the past is not what it seems. What is lost must be found, Ninjagos fate rests on it.
Or: What could have happened if Wu had gone to the Never Realm instead of the ninja?
PROLOGUE
The portal behind him is grandiose and demands attention, but when Wu arrives back in Ninjago, he is alone. A warm welcome does not await his absence and he does not expect it, stepping back onto grass and mud with the gravity of a priest at the podium of a funeral. Or, perhaps, with the slumped shoulders of a judge who is not certain his sentence was just. He crosses over from bone deep chill into warm spring rains, the blue-white of his fingertips burn from the beginnings of summer air but he pays it no heed, caring only that his frozen joints move enough to unlatch the gate so he can make his way inside. Home brings him no comfort, really, not when the empty spaces within it are a monument to his failure and his loss.
The courtyard dirt is insulated with a layer of long-dead leaves that are too wet to crunch beneath his sandals, the ugly squelch of damp compost announcing his presence to those with a keen ear. His mouth is dry and he craves mint tea in a way that aches, the pack of brew leaves in his bag sitting untouched- he was saving it for when he found him. He’d always meant to share it, but he’d never gotten the chance.
Nothing could have prepared him for the Never Realm.
He feels foolish and small coming back empty handed. The absence at his side feels like a broken rib brutally apparent, each breath a see-saw of misaligned bone. He had felt the unkindness of grief before, had been audience to his brothers dance with death too many times, had seen Morro walk out of the monastery and known he’d never return- but this loss tangles its claws in his guts and tears them all out, hollowing out his insides and letting in a terrible and cold draft. It had been so unfair. The Ice Emperor had stared down at him with eyes as brilliant and blue as the morning sky, and without a hint of kindness or recognition. So foreign and wrong that Wu had known before the man had spoken that Zane was gone and an imposter wore his face.
The door to the monastery flys open and Wu looks up, heart leaping into his throat. Lloyd stands in the doorway, hair tangled and greasy and deep purple bags beneath his eyes. He looks so furious that he's choking on it, face flushed and eyes watering as his pajamas flutter in the delicate night's breeze. He’s haloed by the warm lights of the monastery around him, turned black and gold and sharp edged.
“Wu,” He breathes, and then something in him snaps as he hisses, “Where have you been?”
He storms down the stairs and steps into the rain and pays no heed to the way his hair slicks down to his forehead and clings to the nape of his neck, “Where were you?” He demands again, marching up into his face.
Wu’s tongue feels heavy and thick in his mouth. He can’t reply, staring at Lloyd sadly.
Lloyd grabs the front of his cloak and hauls him closer, “Where were you!?” He howls against the wind, “We- we needed you! I needed you!” The rage burns through Lloyd too fast, sleepless nights leaving him boneless as anger turns into soul-crushing grief. The grip on Wus' robe becomes desperate and Lloyd huddles into his chest, knees shaking as rainwater mixes with tears, “You left, and I needed you! Master Wu!”
His tongue unsticks from the roof of his mouth, “I’m sorry.” He says, the weight of it far heavier than Lloyd will ever understand, “I’m here now, I’m sorry.” He can't find the strength to support him in this moment and follows Lloyd to the dirt when the boy’s knees buckle. Wrapping him up in his arms, carding his fingers through Lloyds hair- it feels so insignificant, so meaningless after what he’d done. He’ll spend the rest of his life making up for this- for coming home without Zane.
Lloyd sobs, beating a fist against his chest. “Where did you go?” He asks, leaning back and gripping Wus shoulders hard enough to bruise, searching his face for an answer. Wu closes his eyes and turns his face away from Lloyd, overwhelmed by his guilt and his grief. If Lloyd looked into his eyes Wu knows he would understand exactly what he had done. He would know all of his shortcomings. He would hate him.
“I’m here now. It’s okay.” Wu repeats, rainwater catching on the corner of his lips. “I’m sorry.” He pulls Lloyd in now, wrapping him up in his arms and so grateful Lloyd allows him to.
He won’t tell them. It’s better this way, that they don’t know- Zane could live in their memories as a hero, as a friend, as a good man. Wu will take this to his grave for Zane. To respect his memory, to protect the reputation of his child in everything but blood.
Wu hugs Lloyd tighter and it thunders above them, “It’ll be okay.” He promises, gathering him up and steadying the shake of his hands. Lloyd doesn’t comment on the chill of his fingertips, allowing his uncle to comfort him. Wu remembers suddenly that the last time they’d lost Zane, Garmadon had been there to hold Lloyd through the grief. Wu hadn’t just failed Zane, he’d failed Lloyd and the others too. His heart is crushed under the weight of it all. He feels like a child again, his Fathers disappointment echoing around him in every one of his choices.
Lloyd pulls away first and any tears on his face are camouflaged by the rain, “Come on, Uncle Wu.” He says, his voice brimming with a bone-deep exhaustion that Wu felt on a spiritual level. Standing up, Lloyd brings Wu to his feet with him. The stress of the past week catches up with Wu, and he feels old and feeble as Lloyd guides them out of the rain.
The rain cuts abruptly short as Kai materializes in the storm, holding an umbrella he’d brought out to help them avoid becoming completely soaked through. The others are still here, no one's run yet. Grief hasn’t split them into pieces like it had before.
He feels like he’s drowning, unable to tip his head back enough for air. He’s exhausted and gutted and terribly heartbroken. They get inside, and silently they walk the hall to Wus' door.
A hand lands on his shoulder and he jolts, looking over into deep gold eyes. Kai’s face is drawn and shuttered and he’s dressed in a sleep-robe and pajama pants, the umbrella dripping water in one hand, “Welcome home, Wu.” Kai looks a lot like Lloyd, greasy and unkempt and lost, “You should get some rest.” he says, seemingly a decade older than the last time Wu had seen him. Grief and pain maturing the hope out of his eyes.
“C’mon, Lloyd. It’s too late to have this conversation.” Kai says softly, tugging on the blonde's wrist.
Lloyd glances back at Wu, stares at him for a long moment as if to reassure himself that he’s really there- he’s really home. He hadn’t lost anyone else. “We’ll talk in the morning.” He promises Wu, “Goodnight, Uncle. I’m glad you’re back.” He hugs him again, so suddenly Wu barely has time to reciprocate before Lloyd is already pulling away.
“Goodnight, boys.” He tries, a thick awkwardness tied to his words. He wonders if he’s any better off than they are- or if, when he looks in the mirror, he’ll see the same lost expression on his face too.
They walk away.
Things will never be the same again.
Wu tosses and turns all night.
#Ninjago#ninjago never the dark#ninjago au#lloyd garmadon#wu garmadon#kai ninjago#ns11#grief#spinchip fic#angst#teehee!!!!!!!!! wahoo!!!!!!!!!!!
107 notes
·
View notes
Text
through the hourglass 115. brb x oc
a/n: so I'm stiill waiting on tumblrs email...it's uh, its really weird lol. But at least I'm not shadow banned ( apparently ) so...that's good??? I'm just going through it my guys, it's been a journey. Anyway, smut in the next chapter, it's been a while.
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: none.
goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)
chapter
1/
50/51/52/53/54/55/56/57/58/59/60/61/62/63/64/65/66/67/68/69/70/71/72/73/74/75/76/77/78/79/80/81/82/83/84/85/86/87/88
/89/90/91/92/93/94/95/96/97/98/99/100/101/102/103/104/105
/106/107/108/109/110/111/112/113/114
(pls let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! )
taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter @shrimping-for-all @gretagerwigsmuse @frenchtoastix
@lizzie-rdj @fanboyluvr @atarmychick007 @comebacktoearthpls
@peachiicherries @mak-32 @lizziespidiepridie @roosterswifey @ollyoxenfrees @piceous21 @sqrlgrl22 @hofficoffi @lexhalstead3 @lorilane33 @legendarydreamersharkparty @luckyladycreator2
@emilybradshaw @j-6o @louisahale @leobabbyyy @kulicny @winter-run @ktjmac @graciereads @bigpoppajes @taytaylala12
@caitsymichelle13 @becks-things @caatheeriinee07 @dhwanishah09 @jesfreedark @katiemcrae @lilmonstrjedi @hobiismyhopeu @teacupsandtopgun @insominac23 @gh0stsgoodgirl @mygyn @chavivaelisheva
-
He waits for her at the balcony, seeing that she was still trying to mingle with the rest of Marcus’ friends and he had a feeling she’d need the gust of fresh air when she got outside. He turns the mocktail glass on the railing, the bottom scraping against the surface and creating a gritting repetitive sound that could still be heard even with the music and talking from the inside.
Bradley just smiles the second he sees her, her face flushed and smile so bright it was like she’d overshine the lights inside the room. He flicks two fingers her way in a simple wave, seeing his wife speed her step and part the doors open, her sandals clicking on the floor as she makes her way over, immediately hugging his neck and kissing him, “I’m sorry!’ she mutters against his lips, “Everyone was tugging me inside.”
‘I know, Miss Popular.” she laughs on his mouth, “You are just too precious to share so everyone needed to have you.”
Beatrice pulls back to smile at him kissing his chin, “You are my favorite one though.”
“Hm?”
“To have me.” she wasn’t drunk, she had no alcohol, but her boldness surely wasn’t missed by his already fired up brain. He just smirked, slowly,like a predator ready to bite at her words, leaning down to press a trail of kisses down her cheek towards her neck.
“Don’t tempt me,Mrs.Bradshaw.”
‘Never,Mr.Bradshaw.’
Bradley’s hands slide down the slope of her waist towards her ass, “No one is looking.” he says when she stiffens as soon as she feels those warm hands digging into her buttocks, “Too busy paying attention to anything but us.” and he hums, again like a big cat purring, as his fingers feel the outline of her underwear under the soft dress, “You look fucking out of this world.”
Beatrice’s arms around his neck tighten and she giggles, nuzzling his shirt, “I do look pretty good.”
He smirks, proudly, “Hell yeah you do, you always do.” her response was still a bit quiet and shy but he was happy that she agreed, “You look amazing every single time.”
“Stooop!”
“No.”
She tries to squirm away when he playfully nibbles her neck, squeaking out a laugh as his mustache tickled her skin, her hands slapping his chest in hopes it’d stop him from almost biting her neck but in reality…she didn’t care. She just wanted to be held by him.
That night…was turning out to be so incredible. Not only did she met the biggest names in the fashion industry, but she also met Ashley Graham. She loved that woman so much, she looked up to her so much and tonight she held her hands and told Beatrice how wonderful she looked and how amazing she did!
Beatrice was over the moon, because it seemed like her life was just what she always wanted as a child. She was so happy because this change started the second she saw Rooster in the bar, that was the turning point.
Her husband was special that way.
“Okay maybe I don’t want you to stop.” she whispers, drawing random shapes on his shirt with a little cheeky smile, peeking up at him through her lashes, “I kinda like hearing your voice telling me nice things, because I love your voice so much.”
Rooster’s smirk only widened and his lips dragged up to her ear where he whispered a “Good.” that made Beatrice giggle again and shudder in his hold, “But I’m glad you are having fun.”
“I am.” she says, “Oh! I need to check my phone,I hadn’t checked the whole night, what if my parents called and-”
“They could call me too.” he suggests, leaning his head back with his eyebrow up, “And my phone has nothing…don’t worry gorgeous,it’s okay. Everything is okay,Nikki is fine.”
Beatrice frowns, looking down at her phone to see that yes, much like Rooster, it was free of any messages from her parents but that didn’t make her feel any better. Because while she was happy,she missed their daughter so much, that little angel was such a blessing she couldn’t help it, “Do you think she’s having fun?”
“You know she is.” she pouts harder, “Gorgeous…”
“I just miss her,Roos.”
“I know baby,I know.” he loves Beatrice and how expressive she was, undoubtedly Nicole got that from her, his lips touching her scalp then the bridge of her nose, “She’s fine,she’s having a lot of fun, she really is.”
“Yeah…you are right.”
“Just like her mama.’ he smirks, digging his hands into her ass just a bit more, bringing her closer to his chest, “Who’s looking so nice and smelling so good it’s making me think very,very naughty thoughts.”
Beatrice bites her lower lip after putting her phone away, blushing a deeper shade of red and giggling at him, “Roos…” she could feel his hands still squeezing and massaging her ass with gusto, something he never got tired of doing not matter what time, “Well…I-I’m glad that you do…because um…so am I.”
Bradley’s eyes darkened over her words, his lips quirking up even higher and he gave a fleeting glance towards the party, then back down at his watch, “Do you need to stay much longer? Or can we leave?”
Beatrice looks back at the party much like he did, then chewed her lower lip, “I think we can leave,I don’t think there’s anyone else I have to talk to tonight.”
Music to his ears.
He kisses her lips soundly, giving her left buttcheek a gentle slap - again, no one was looking at them - before he interlaced their fingers and they marched back inside. They had to walk through the guests to leave, they could talk to Evelyn and Jake on the way out, they knew the two wouldn't bat an eye at their hurry out.
If Rooster’s absolute shit eating grin was any sign that is.
But before they reached the door, Marcus’ shiny suit appeared in front of them, “Darlings!” he coos, throwing his hands up with four assistants behind him, “Oh my darlings! Are you two leaving?”
“Uh, yeah.” Rooster replies, looking down at Beatrice, “I think it’s time for us to go.”
“Of course, of course.” Marcus said, looking back at his assistants with his hands clasped together, “But before you do.”
The four short assistants marched up to the front, holding boxes in different sizes and shapes, some of them so big they couldn’t see the top of the assistants’ heads. Beatrice parted her lips in surprise, “Marcus– no no no! You already gave me gifts-” but that was too late because the group was walking out of the building with Marcus following behind.
And the two of them knew they had to follow as well, “I’ll unlock the car.” Rooster mutters, kissing her temple and walking ahead to reach the Bronco, Beatrice watched with a little confused smile but hugged herself, almost in disbelief at what was happening.
She couldn’t hear what Rooster was telling Marcus and his assistants, but he was grinning when he opened the car for them to put everything inside. Beatrice walked close enough to catch bits and pieces of the conversation.
“You are just going to spoil our daughter,Marcus.” Rooster says,”She already got so much from you.”
“Don’t be silly,I love the little princess! And there are gifts for you two as well. What sort of boss would I be if I didn’t do that?”
Beatrice noticed how the boxes had the same greek motif as the launch, she knew these were the clothes she wore during the photoshoot…and a few more, because she knew Marcus. She just knew him way too well.
“Thank you,Marcus.” she whispers as the assistants keep on putting on the boxes inside the car, leaving space in it enough for them to put Nicole in her seat when they went to pick her up. She was thankful that it wasn’t that late and her parents, ever since they had the new round of grandchildren, would usually stay late anyway so they wouldn’t wake them up.
“Darling.” Marcus smiles, tilting his head a bit and hugging her again, this time the hug had even more feeling and care, he was thanking her without words, gently rubbing her back, “Oh,darling, you don’t have to thank me.” he whispers, “You did wonderful, everyone loves you…you are magnificent.”
Beatrice just smiles shyly at the compliment, air kissing Marcus as he holds her hands in his, giving her another grin, “Anyway! I must go back to the party, do not worry,I’ll make sure Evelyn stays hydrated because of the little one.” he says, “Now you two drive safely, you hear? Do ring me, darling, when you get home.”
“I will Marcus.” she nods, “Thank you.”
“Anytime,darling.” he grins one last time, then says goodbye to Rooster with a hug and a pat on the back, “Very well! Everyone,inside! I didn’t see any of you eat!”
“But,Marcus, we did eat.”
“Oh?Well…there’s always room for more!” he laughs with a gentle toss of his head, letting his assistants walk inside first as he stands on the sidewalk watching the two enter the car. He waves his fingers in a gentle wave, one that Beatrice reciprocates as she latches on the seatbelt.
She turns her body a bit more as they drive off, seeing Marcus’ body get smaller and smaller the farthest they get from his house…and Beatrice falls back on her seat with a smile, closing her eyes with a pleasing sigh, smiling even more when she feels Rooster’s large hand engulfing hers.
“My girl.” he says,gently shaking her hand and then bringing it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles and the back of her fingers, “You did so amazing tonight.”
‘Thank you,Roos.” she replies, bringing his own hand to her mouth to kiss his fingers as well, then nuzzled against his knuckles with another sigh, “I…I’m really happy, I really am.”
“Good,you should be.”
The gated community is now away from them, far,far away, as they make their way to Little Italy to get their daughter back. Beatrice sinks into the seat a bit more, then toes off her shoes with a grimace, “Ah….freedom.”
“You good?”
“Yeah,” she rolls her foot a bit, hearing it crack with the movement, “Just a bit sore.”
“Do you want me to carry you past the threshold?”
Beatrice grins at him, placing his hand on top of her thigh “I wouldn’t mind it.” she says, rubbing his finger with her thumb and thankful that he could drive one handed - one of his many talents if she had to admit herself - towards her parents’ house.
Luckily, the lights were on, including the Christmas lights, they probably had an idea when they’d come anyway so they didn’t keep everything dark. Beatrice saw her father on the window, holding Nicole and their little daughter immediately wriggled and smiled as soon as she saw the car.
‘Roos.” she calls his attention after he parks. “Look.”
Rooster has to lean down a bit to have a better view, but his smile only widens when he notices Nicole wriggling and giggling, like the happy baby that she was, “She’s so cute, we have such a cute kid.”
‘We do.” Bea grins, kissing his jawline before he steps out, waiting inside the car because Rooster always,always liked to open the door for her no matter what, “Thank you,Roos.” she says, dropping her clutch onto the floor and ignoring that she had nothing on her feet, deciding that comfort was much better than anything else.
“Tesoro!” Her mother’s voice breaks the air, the gentle sound of Christmas music inside as she holds her robe, her smile dropping when she notices that Beatrice had no shoes on, “What the- where are your shoes?”
“Oh ah, in the car.”
“I’ll get you some slippers,” Claudia is already turning around, “Don’t move! I have an extra pair!”
Beatrice just sighs with a little smile knowing there was no way she’d be able to stop her mother from doing so. She walks up the steps, greeting Pomodoro and Marinara once she gets inside and she hears her daughter’s happy squealing. “Okay,okay, little passerotto, I know you miss them- hello honey.” he leans down to kiss Beatrice’s head, “You look beautiful, how was the party?”
“Thanks papa, it was fine, really fun.” she gasps gleefully as she picks Nicole up from her father’s arms, smiling when she notices the onesie they dressed her with was one of her old ones - with the little tomato embroidery on the front - she filled it almost perfectly, “How was Nikki tho? She give you any trouble?”
“Nicole? Never.” Rafael smirks with his hands on his hips, “She enjoyed a lot of old cartoons. She watched Topo Gigio huh? We put on the old dvds for her to watch and she loved it.”
“Wow,Topo Gigio, I haven’t heard that name in so long.” Beatrice giggles, kissing her daughter’s head, smiling even more when her little arms reach behind her, Rooster walking inside and immediately leaning down to kiss her button nose. “I’m sure it was fun.”
“What was it? Hi Rafael,” the two men shake hands just in time for Claudia to come back with an arrangement of slippers, in different colors and patterns, setting them down in front of Beatrice so she could choose one, “What was it that she watched?”
“Topo Gigio, it’s an Italian kids show.” Beatrice says, “We all watched once in our lifetimes- mama, it’s okay.” Beatrice sighed, lifting her foot so her mom could slide one of the slippers under it so she could put it on without issues…and so her mother could calm down. “It’s really fun.”
‘Yeah?” he smiles at Nicole, gently prying her from Beatrice’s arms to press several little kisses to her soft cheek “That seems fun, did you have fun Nikki?”
“Dada!’ and she noms his cheek, her own version of kisses was still the most adorable thing in the whole universe, “Ahmm muh muh!”
The three other people watching this just smiled at the interaction, their chat was short and to the point, they had to go back home after all and Nicole had to sleep. So with their goodbyes said, and Beatrice wearing a pair of bright pink flowery slippers that her mother bought when they went to Hawai’i that time when Guillermo went to college, they set Nicole into her seat.
The little baby looked down at the boxes with her eyes wide and curious, vocalizing more and letting out an ‘ah?’ every now and again, as if she was asking what everything was.
“Gifts from your uncle Marcus,Nikki.” Beatrice smiles, kissing her daughter’s cheek after she’s safely put in her seat. Nicole just kicks her little legs while bringing her fist into her mouth, more out of curiosity than hunger - amazing how she could understand Nicole’s little quirks now and so easily as well. They said goodbye to her parents one last time before entering the car and driving off..
And they heaved out a sigh.
Then chuckled quietly.
‘Fuck,” he smirks, rubbing his forehead, “What a night.”
“What a night.”
“You know…” he licks his lips, “...never in my entire life I thought I’d befriend a fashion designer…and that this fashion designer would sew clothes for my wife and our daughter and me…hell,I’m still trying to wrap my own head around it.”
Beatrice lowers her brows with worry, “...how does that make you feel?”
“Honestly? I feel like everything I planned in my life went the complete opposite way.” he didn’t sound upset when he said that, “...and I wouldn’t have any, any, other way…I really wouldn’t.”
“Yeah?”
Bradley lowers his eyelids, his smile disappearing for a second, “Yeah. I love this.I love our life together…and I love that I can try new things with you,gorgeous. I really do.”
Beatrice smiles back at him, their daughter still vocalizing in the back of the car, “...me too,Roos.” she holds his hand, “Me too.”
#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x oc#top gun maverick#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw x female reader#bradley bradshaw x named reader#tgm oc#tgm fic#tgm fanfiction
66 notes
·
View notes
Text
Vigilante Shit
Outer Banks Masterlist | Full Masterlist
Summary: You had your fair share of douchebag exes. JJ liked to joke that you were a magnet to them. Surprisingly, you had been dating Kelce for about two years. It shocked most people, but he wasn't all that bad until he cheated fully sober. You thought it would be an excellent idea to get revenge on Kelce with John B's help.
Notes:
Y/N/N: Your Nick Name
Topper Thornton -> your cousin
Warnings:
Slight Language
John B Routledge x-reader
"Can we not try to kick me in the face?" Topper stopped the soccer ball with his foot. "But that would ruin the fun," I smirked. He rolled his eyes and pushed the blue and white ball to me. We just finished our grocery run with my mom. Rafe and Topper were a part of this upcoming Golf trip, and they needed some help with groceries.
Topper and I were the closest in our family. Some people are often alarmed when they find out we're related. He has his moments. He isn't all that bad once you get to know him. I mean, he doesn't have the best group of friends to be his real self. And my boyfriend happens to be one of those friends.
Kelce and I have been dating for over two years. Again, people - meaning my friends - frequently ask me why I'm dating one of the cocky Kooks. He's sweet, and he actually isn't a bad person. Just like my cousin, my boyfriend has his moments. A few times, I've been worried that our relationship will fall apart.
As summer goes on, I can't help but worry about Kelce's actions. We've always been honest. It's our number one rule to tell each other everything and not get jealous if we're with our friends. But I guess he can use those rules to his advantage. Before Topper and I started hanging out, he told me he had something to tell me.
I tried to keep my mind from wandering elsewhere in hopes I wouldn't freak out. Topper caught the ball with his foot and picked it up from the grass. "Hey! You're using your hands!" I pointed at him. "Have you heard from Kelce?" he ignored my comment. I shook my head and slipped off my sandals.
He watched me as I set my shoes beside the chairs. Topper sighed and set the soccer ball behind him. "Do you remember that party I went to last weekend? The one you and your friends decided not to go to," he said. "Yes. I am well aware of that," I replied.
Topper rolled his eyes and plopped down on the chair. Three weeks ago, there was a huge rager at a fellow Kooks house. Kiara and I were going to go, but we decided not to and just hangout with the guys. Which was much more fun.
John B and I spent the whole night talking and cleaning the living room after hosting our own party. My cousin reached into his khaki pocket to pull out his phone. I looked out at the water in front of my house, admiring the waves hitting the dock. I smiled in remembrance of when John B and I had snuck down here one school night.
"Here," Topper tapped me on the knee with his phone. My attention was drawn away from the beautiful view. I looked down at Topper's hand and grabbed his phone. "What am I looking at exactly?" I inquired. "That party I just mentioned," he said. I nodded and motioned for him to continue.
Topper leaned forward with his arms resting on his knees. "I saw Kelce walking into a room with a girl," he informed, "I was able to take some pictures. When he walked out of the room, it looked like something happened. I think Kelce has been seeing her for a couple weeks. I saw him the other day with her at the resort."
I scrolled through the pictures. My heart sank when I flipped to one specific photo. The girl was sitting on Kelce's lap, her legs wrapped around him. Her arms were on his shoulders while his hands sat on her waist.
"Y/N/N, I am so sorry. I debated even telling you and letting him confess, but I knew that would hurt you even more."
My grip on the phone tightened as I stared at the images. I thought I could trust Kelce. I thought we had something for our two years together, but I guess all of that was a facade. Topper's eyes remained on me. He slowly took his phone away from my hand. I didn't take my line of vision off of the green grass.
Topper hesitated at first but joined my side on the bench. He hugged me. "What're you gonna do?" he rested his chin on the top of my head. There was a long pause as I thought of something I could do. Murder was always an option, but I'd prefer to not be in prison at sixteen years old.
Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill, and I might try
I don't dress for women, I don't dress for men
Lately, I've been dressing for revenge
________
(Later)
After my conversation with Topper, I changed and chose to stop by the chateau. I needed some advice and someone to be my partner in crime. John B has always been someone I can rely on.
Since moving to the Outer Banks, it's always been hard for me to make friends. Being related to Topper helped a bit, but most of the people he introduced me to were complete assholes. So, when I met John B and the Pogues, I jumped at the opportunity. Now, we're really good friends.
The Twinkie sat in the driveway, telling me my friends were home. "John B!" I called, stepping onto the screened-in porch. "In the kitchen," he replied. I opened up the side door to see him standing at the sink. He dropped a paper towel into the trashcan and leaned against the wall next to the fridge. He stepped back with his brows raised when he saw me (GIF Above). "I need your help," I caught my breath.
"With what?" he inquired. John B stepped away from the kitchen to stand in front of me. "He cheated. Kelce cheated on me," I said. Just saying those words made my heart clench, and my stomach tighten. John B's expression changed suddenly. "How did you find out?" he walked over to the couch.
He sat down and pat the spot beside him. "Topper told me," I replied, "Apparently, Kelce made out with some touron at a party, and they've seen each other since. Topper has pictures to prove it." I pulled out my phone to show my best friend the 'evidence.'
Topper sent them to me after he found out I was going to the chateu. He knew that I'd want to show John B. Obviously, not our other friends, they'd go insane if they saw the pictures. But I can imagine they will find out soon. John B looked over my shoulder to see my camera roll.
His brows rose - again - at the images. He reached a hand over, deleting each of the pictures. John B ignored my expression and shut off my phone. "You don't need to keep looking at those. It'll just make you feel bad," he said. "I already feel bad," my shoulders dropped.
He sighed and set an arm around my shoulders. I smiled as my head rested against him. "So, what's the plan stan?" he rhymed, "Murder?"
I laughed and shook my head in response. I told him that that wasn't necessary, even though I wanted to hurt Kelce. "Normally, I wouldn't be prone to causing a bit of trouble, but if it happens to involve my best friend. I'll allow it," he smirked.
I don't start it, but I can tell you how it ends
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
I don't dress for friends
Lately, I've been dressing for revenge
My face scrunched up when John B rubbed the top of my head with a fist. I raised my arms, preventing him from giving me another knuckle sandwich. It went quiet as he thought to himself. "Didn't Kelce get a new dirt bike?" he thought. I nodded.
A mischievous smirk appeared on his face when the idea popped into his head. I let out a small gasp once I had caught on to what he had said. "Kiara left some spray paint in the shack. We got some pretty obnoxious colors," he winked. He stood up from the pull-out couch. John B grabbed the keys from the little bowl and waved them.
"I've got the Twinkie all gassed up."
"You are a terrible influence."
"But you love me," he said. "Do I?" I stood up from the couch. He punched my shoulder as he followed me. After debating on which spray paint to grab, we settled on neon pink, green, and mustard yellow. Kiara had done an art project for school and just so happened to leave the paint at John B's.
Big mistake, Kie. Big mistake. John B made sure to park a few blocks away just in case Kelce was at the front of the house. We stood behind the brick wall separating his house from the one beside his. Kelce's neighborhood had houses scattered about. Thankfully, the view from each house wasn't pointed at us.
That left us with a good hiding spot. I peered over the top of the wall to see if Kelce was there. John B got out the paint from his backpack. He handed me the neon yellow one. "The bike's in the garage," I said. "Is it open?" he asked. "Yeah," I whispered.
He cheered to himself. I tilted my head to the back entrance, where we could sneak in and out. "Since it's 1:00, Kelce's family has that family reunion thingy," I said, "We should be in the clear." The two of us knelt in front of the dirt bike.
John B left my side to stand in the doorway of the garage. He stayed on high alert. I covered my mouth as I used neon green to cover the handles and wheels of the car.
I wrote 'cheater' on the side of the dirt bike and 'asshole' on the other side. I hoped Kelce's new girl would see this and dump his ass. I'd hate for her to deal with this whole fiasco too. I mean, she had no choice. I doubt she even knows that he had a girlfriend.
She needed cold hard proof, so I gave her some.
She had the envelope; where do you think she got it from?
Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride
Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife
And she looks so pretty
Driving in your Benz
Lately, she's been dressing for revenge
I grinned at my work before adding the finishing touches. I painted a thick coat of neon pink on the seat before adding yellow polka dots. John B looked over his shoulder to find me standing victoriously beside the horrible-looking bike. "That looks awesome," he chuckled. I bowed and set the can back into his backpack.
"We should leave before anyone sees us," he said. "Good idea," I said. We hastily escaped through the back entrance and ran towards the Twinkie. I couldn't help but laugh. Kelce got what he deserved. John B gave me a fist bump while he pulled out of the neighborhood. "Now what?" he said. "I need a drink," I leaned my head against the seat's headrest. "I can help with that," he grinned.
________
(Later)
She don't start it, but she can tell you how it ends
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
She don't dress for friends
Lately, she's been dressing for revenge
John B and I sat on the HMS Pogue. The others were on their way from wherever the hell they were. I took a long sip of my drink and set it beside me. The two of us kept saying how much it was to spray paint Kelce's bike.
John B's shoulder sat comfortably around my shoulders. The sun was still in the sky, with just a few clouds in sight. It had been cloudy earlier today but had cleared up as the day progressed. "How do you think the others will react?" John B questioned.
"Don't know," I sighed, "Pope will be worried, JJ will be proud, and Kiara will probably be a mix of both."
He nodded in agreement, drinking his beer. We stopped by the store to grab some beers from JJ's guy. "Have you ever done something like that?" he said, "And I'm not counting that one time you carved your initials in Mr. Sun's desk."
I scoffed and finished off my drink. I went to grab another beer, but John B pulled my hand away. "Nah, I think you've had enough," he said. "Oh, come on," I pouted. "You're not drowning your feelings with alcohol," he said.
Ladies always rise above
Ladies know what people want
Someone sweet and kind and fun
The lady simply had enough
He disregarded my annoyed expression and leaned back in the leather seat. I observed the grass ahead of us swaying from the breeze and waves. The cool Summer wind brushed against the trees, the marsh, and the dock.
"Well, hello mi amigos!" JJ hollered, already holding a beer. John B and I waved to them. Kiara came over with a cooler in hand and Pope with the speaker. "How's it goin'?" Kie asked.
"Pretty good," I grinned. She looked at me suspiciously and stepped onto the boat. Kie set the cooler next to the other one. "What did you do?" she asked. "More importantly, what did both of you do?" Pope added. Kiara tilted her head in agreement with Popesicle's statement.
John B cleared his throat and motioned me to spill the beans. I sat up in my spot, crossing my legs. "I may or may not have vandalized Kelce's bike," I grinned. Pope's mouth dropped in reaction. Kiara choked on her water when I confessed.
Not surprisingly, JJ laughed and shook his head. He gave me a high five and joined Pope. "You did what?" Pope said. "We vandalized Kelce's prized possession," John B repeated casually. He stretched, acting as if it wasn't such a big deal. "And exactly why did you do that?" Pope asked for more information.
I explained what happened, with John B chiming in. They were surprised that Topper had pictures, but they knew my cousin would do anything for me. Pope's reaction slowly turned to acceptance. Once he heard the reason, he decided that the decision was allowed.
While he was doing lines
And crossing all of mine
Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI
And I don't dress for villains
Or for innocents
I'm on my vigilante shh again
________
(Later)
The others settled in for the night, but I continued to stay down at the dock. I sat on the edge with my feet skimming across the water. Every once in a while, I saw fish swimming and occasionally came up to the surface. My attention was drawn away when I heard footsteps.
John B strolled over to me with a blanket in hand. I smiled up at him as he sat down. "You looked cold," he wrapped one end around me and the other around him. It was quiet between us up until he spoke up. "How're you doing? And don't say it's a stupid question because I know it is," he said, "I just wanted to see what was going through your head."
I thanked him. John B lightly kissed my forehead and brought me in for a hug. "I'm always here for you. I hope you know that," he said. "I do," I said.
Taglist: @kasidy709 @soflties @elliecool123
#outer banks#outer banks netflix#outer banks season one#outer banks season two#outer banks season three#john b routledge#john b routledge imagines#john b routledge x-reader#john b routledge fluff#chase stokes#chase stokes imagines#chase stokes x-readers#song inspired imagines#Spotify
50 notes
·
View notes
Text
Judith Banters: Fenris
Fenris: Were you a templar in Ferelden? Is that how you are able to wield those powers?
Judith: Ah, I never explained that, did I? No, I was given lyrium and some templar training as a child, but I serve no Chantry. It was my father’s idea, so that I could better protect him and Bethany. And … if the worst should ever come to pass…
Fenris: Prudent, but all the same, that seems a cruel thing for a father to do to his children.
Judith: My father would have agreed with you.
*
Fenris: I understand the Blight is over, a new king crowned. You truly have no desire to go back?
Judith: Not none, but not enough. I could take a ship back, perhaps King Alistair would let me into the new army. And with Bethany in the Circle, there would be no cause for suspicion. I could perhaps become a true knight one day. But without my family, it would be hollow.
Fenris: I do not think your sister would want you deny your own future for her sake.
Judith: No, she wouldn’t. But with no one to support, no one to go back to … I used to dream of being a knight errant, and I would be free. I don’t feel that way anymore.
Fenris: Freedom is never so simple a thing.
*
Judith: Have you fought Darkspawn before?
Fenris: On a rare occasion. I single-handedly defended Danarius and his peers from a raid. They watched. A few applauded from their comfortable carriages, as though I was there to entertain them.
Judith: Of course they did. Worse yet, they had the means to assist you, but chose to do nothing.
Fenris: (scoffs) Why would they sully their hands with such menial tasks?
Judith: I am sorry, Fenris. I ask because I want you to be aware of the situation. I have never been to the Deep Roads before, and while there shouldn’t be as many, there will still be Darkspawn, and they will have the advantage.
Fenris: You aided me, and I shall return the favor. I will be ready.
Judith: And we will fight together, just as we did before.
*
(Act 2)
Judith: Are you still comfortable in the mansion, Fenris?
Fenris: It is sufficient. I have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, and money for food. Far more than I often had before.
Judith: That’s not what I asked. Is the bed soft? Are you eating enough? You are awfully skinny. You know … even with Mother, Bodhan and Sandal, there really is more room than we know what to do with.
Fenris: That … is a kind offer, but I must decline. I need to … stay. Danrius might yet come to claim it.
Judith: Could I at least bring you some food sometimes? Bodhan always makes too much.
Fenris: I … would not refuse it.
*
Judith: Fenris, what happened with Hadriana … I don’t know what to say.
Fenris: What is there left to say? She is dead and nothing had changed.
Judith: No? You faced her, a woman who caused you pain. We were able to save Orana from a terrible fate. Does that not count for anything?
Fenris: I shudder to think how many more like her will suffer, if not from Hadriana, a thousand just like her.
*
(Act 3)
Fenris: What is it like… having siblings?
Judith: I remember being very young, and upset to learn that I would have to share what I had, including my parent’s attention. But I could not imagine my life without them. They were my closest, dearest friends.
Fenris: Bethany spoke of your brother often.
Judith: She did, she wanted to keep his memory alive. For the longest time, it hurt too much to even speak his name. But I think … I am getting better. I still miss him every day. I carry his memory in my heart. In a way, he is very much with me.
Fenris: I think I understand.
Judith: I think I know why you ask, and I think you know my answer. I think it would be good to keep in touch with Varania.
Fenris: I will … think on it.
*
Fenris: Will you be going to Starkhaven with Sebastian?
Judith: The plan is for me to become Viscount, that way I can better assist in the campaign to take his throne back. If that happens, I imagine I’ll be going back and forth a lot.
Fenris: I think you would make a good Viscount, for whatever that is worth. I hope you two will be happy together.
Judith: Thank you, Fenris. That means a lot. You know, I think his idea about you training elves is a good one. You know we both love you, and we’ll do all we can to support you.
Fenris: I know. Thank you, for everything.
#Judith Hawke#Fuck it one more today#I feel like Judy's doing most of the talking so I may try again another time#Also of all the DA2 companions I weirdly feel Fenris is weakest for me so ... consider this practice#Judy Banters
17 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
teori-of-huh
how come you find this terribly hidden blog ?
feeonajax
jax ༉‧₊˚.
3raqya
الآمنة🇮🇶
chanteb348
Chante' Bright
mexhood
InDaHood