#but only there everywhere else is horrid

[bloody-little-duckling]

[cherie-doll]

Hi! I hope you’re doing really, really well, beautiful. So, I was wondering if you could write something about what the COD guys would be like on their wedding day. Maybe how their weddings would go—whether they’d be big or small, or where they’d get married? I’ll leave it up to your imagination. Thanks so much!!!🤍💌^^

what a lovely thing to imagine <3

(sorry i am getting to these so late, i've been so incredibly busy bc i forget that im somehow an adult and i have to do adult things, there's just kind of a lot on my plate rn, if only y’all could see the mess my desk is in with trying to write and the paperwork everywhere but this was so fun to write tysm for this ask <33)

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Their Wedding Day

༢ུ· Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

I'd like to think that Price would have a pretty big wedding, I mean just think of all the people he knows and has met along the years coming to celebrate this day, there's some people he's close with and even consider his family, of course they won't miss out on this opportunity to be there for him, the speeches would take forever because everyone wants to say something

He's just so happy on this day that he can't think of anything else, he doesn't care about whether the wedding is at a venue, church, barn, outdoors, he just cares that everything turns out alright, so he'll be perfectly fine if you decide to go with something simpler

If you're nervous while walking down the aisle he'll be waiting for you at the altar, smiling and looking at you the entire time, gazes meeting and transmitting a warmth and calming energy that everything has and will turn out just how you want it

He just considers himself the luckiest man alive to be able to marry you

Ghost

His wedding wouldn't be big, something on the more average/small size, he has his close friends by his side and doesn't want to bother inviting anyone else he hasn't talked to in the past year, he knows exactly who truly cares and who deserves to be there

He'd groan seeing Johnny stand up to give a speech knowing he's about to sit through some embarrassingly horrid stories this man is about to spill

That is unless you have a lot of people you know, he wouldn't be at all against you inviting your share of people to the wedding he just doesn't want the reception to last too long to the point he's feeling more drained or stressed on the joyous occasion

After the ceremony and eating he'd be fine for MAYBE three hours max before suggesting y'all sneak off and just go to your room for the night, doesn't give a single fuck that it's his wedding he's going to let the guests have their fun while you have yours a little earlier than what you planned

Soap

He'd be nervous on the day, he's standing there, nervously smiling as he fidgets with his fingers, fixing his tie, his eyes wandering about the room until he hears the crowd gasp and he looks to the other side and sees you standing there, he is in awe of how you look, and when you get to stand in front of him he tells you how breathtaking you look, you jokingly ask if you don't always look breathtaking and he responds that you look especially radiant today

He's so lost in your eyes that when he has to answer "I do" he doesn't even hear the question, his mind not registering anything other than how stunning you look, the crowd laughs when he has to snap out of it and stammer an "I do"

When he goes in for the kiss he goes a bit too far and it almost turns into a heated kiss but you have to tap his shoulder reminding him that there's probably a kid or two among the guests

He is so happy he doesn't even care who is or isn't amongst the crowd, that lame ex of yours who somehow snuck in when you didn't even invite him? He barely bats and eye at it and just pulled you close for a kiss whenever they came near

Gaz

Both of you just keep sharing deep, meaningful looks as you see all the people you're the closest with arriving, he probably gets emotional when he was trying his best trying to keep it in and not lose it while he listened to your say your vows, especially when you momentary look up at him to say it

And he's waiting for when the officiant says he can kiss you so he can reach out, one arm around your waist and another cupping your face as he places a tender kiss on your lips just so when he pulls back you see the brightest smile on his face

I think a beach wedding would be ideal for him, idk he just seems like the outdoorsy type, and this is the best place he could come up with when asked where he'd like to get married, that or maybe in the mountains where he can see the beautiful scenery as you say yours vows

He'd love it if you watched the sunset together that day, as if nature were also sealing this promise between you, the scenery would one day serve as a nostalgic memory on which he can think back fondly of, everything from the soft breeze in the air, whether it be the sound of waves crashing as they reach his feet at the beach or the smell of pine trees in the mountainside

Roach

Omg y'all would would the cutest outdoor wedding, just imagine having it in a garden or by a beautiful lake with the golden sun that shines not in a harsh way but instead in a pleasant manner

And you both have your little quirks added in here and there, you compliment each other super well in that aspect that it's not even seen as unusual if the other references something because you totally get it

He'd have imagined this a million times, the night before he rehearsed his vows over and over again, he doesn't look up quotes or what to say, no this man lies on the floor and waits for the words to come to him, and the phrases that he writes come so naturally that he's having a hard time keeping it on only one sheet of paper

He'd probably go off the script, saying more than he intended until you're having to control yourself before you tackle and press kisses all over his face from now much you love him

He closes his eyes and feels incredibly lucky to have lived long enough to meet you and survive long enough through those missions to earn his moment of happiness that he hopes will last for the rest of his life

Alejandro

Have you heard of Mexican weddings? Anyone who finds out about the wedding is attending even if they weren’t originally invited and that last bit of dancing and drinking? It could go on until the next day

Forget getting any sleep, there is so much to stress over because the amount of people arriving could almost count for a festival itself, so much food is being prepared for all the guests that it’s overwhelming

And Alejandro would love every second of it, it’s all fun having so many people come together to celebrate and wish you all a happy marriage

The ideal place for Alejandro to get married would be at a cathedral, obviously it's only an option but it's where he's remembered weddings traditionally taking place at since he was a kid, he's always imagined it'd be him one day walking through those doors after getting married and having people throw rice at him as a newlywed

He behaves himself most of the time but as the evening turns into night his fingertips brush along your sides and you feel his breath on your nape as he whispers naughty things into your ears

Rudy

I'd like to imagine that Rudy would let you invite as many or as little people as you'd like, he wouldn't put a limit to any of it, and when you start getting stressed over wedding preparations he's able to just hold your hands in his and remind you how lucky he is to have you marry him, that anything will do and that it will all be a memory one day, so why worry and instead focus on making it a delightful one?

And after all the partying and celebrating, you're both left standing there alone in the venue, he takes your hand gently, his eyes gazing softly into yours as you dance to a song that he saved for only the two of you to dance to alone, I can imagine it being a song you listened to on the first date as he drove you home and now it's playing on your wedding day

You've probably held hands all day, from the moment you joined hands when at the altar, to walking down the aisle, to entering the dance floor for the first dance, and while you're both off to the side just sipping your drinks and still holding hands

But he wants to take a moment after all the guests have left to bask in this moment and soak in the feeling, asking you if everything turned out to your liking, just imagine laying in his arms as he holds you and you're both stargazing; a serene end to your night

Phillip Graves

The biggest, fattest wedding you can think of, everyone and their mothers are there, or in this case his Shadows and possibly anyone who's had at least one interaction with him, he's practically announcing it to the entire world

And I may be stereotypical when I say this but it's a barn wedding, the amount of times I've seen southern people go for barn weddings is insane I can't- my old riding place hosted those

It's beautiful nonetheless, he doesn't care who ends up going or not but all his Shadows are more than enthusiastic to celebrate with their boss, they've been teasing him nonstop since they found out he was dating you and now they won't stop especially since you're getting married

Tons of gifts and presents that you receive you swear you probably won't ever have to buy anything ever again, this is THE wedding that no wedding you've attended before or you'll attend in the future will ever compare to, it's that picture perfect that the venue owners ask to use the pictures on their website for advertisement

Makarov

I really feel like he'd be more the type to have it be a private wedding, that doesn't mean it isn't luxurious if anything he doesn't have a budget at all when trying to make you happy, he just leaves all the choices up to you, as long as you don't get stressed, the actual wedding planning is left to a wedding planner he hires you just have to sit there, look pretty and choose what ribbons you think would go best with the theme

As the wedding date approaches he gets more serious, and you worry he'd rethinking this whole thing or maybe he's stressed? On the day of turns out he had planned surprise after surprise for you, even though you thought you had been the one to choose most of the wedding theme and decoration turns out he himself had gone out and done a few things as well

He'd have hired a live band to play the music of your choice as you walk down the aisle, you're mesmerized by how it turned out, the adornments make the place look beautiful, but while you're admiring all this you don't notice him looking at you, you're the most extraordinary person he's met and he'll get to spend the rest of his life with you

Keegan

You guys eloped, originally the plan had been for a small, private wedding, you already had the list of people you would invite, but halfway through planning it you both stopped, looked at each other and just threw the plan away, you married with an officiant and two witnesses who happened to walk by

Even if people told you that you would later regret not having planned and waited for a big wedding you're the happiest you've ever been in this moment, the excitement rushing through not only yours but his veins that make every small detail seem perfect in this moment

People are probably wondering if you're both insane as you run together hand in hand down the streets, laughing and just happy that you're being carefree in this moment, just two souls in the expanse of this universe who have formed a deep connection in one another, what's not to be joyful about?

The future may be uncertain but it doesn't matter to neither of you, you've both had your difficult times but you deserve your happy epilogue

König

He's not one for big weddings, he cares more about the quality of it, which means he's very picky at the people who'll attend, he knows that at these events people tend to try and have their way when it's not even theirs, he simply doesn't want to deal with any unpleasant surprises when people he doesn't even know show up

When you appear he thinks there is no heaven greater than the one he is experiencing now, he thinks about all the chances there were before and now fortunate he is to meet you in your time and find each other when the world is so vast and time is fleeting

The vows he says in front of everyone are different from the ones he says only for you to hear in private that night, that's when he truly gets to be honest and say what he couldn't in front of all those people

There are many lovers in the world but none like you

Horangi

He's super passive about everything, you're sort of annoyed that he can never be bothered to worry about anything as much you do, colors for the wedding theme? He just shrugs and says a horrid color combination that could never work, it took him a three minutes max to choose what he would wear, BUT THEN on the day of when you're both in your separate rooms getting ready he's trying to get himself together because he's so overwhelmed by all the emotions he's experiencing right now

I think overall the wedding wouldn't be neither too big nor small, just the right amount of people from his side that are family members who have supported or come around to support him on this occasion and members he's close to

He's able to pull himself together though and try not to let his emotions get the best of him, he gets quite into the dancing along with you he swears he's never before felt as alive in the moment, he's grateful he was able to get his life together for you

Nikto

He wouldn't say anything about how he wants the wedding to be, whether it's big or small that's up to you, he doesn't care who you invite either, just as long as his favorite foods are served and he gets to enjoy good music for a little while before heading home with you is all that matters, oh and drinks, don't forget the alcohol

At some point throughout the night he sits back and watches as you dance with a friend of family member of yours and he thinks how funny it is that he ended up marrying you, when he first met you he couldn't have imagined that a single interaction with you could have let to this lifechanging moment

He can sleep calmly with you by his side, in his arms, safe and with no one to harm you if he's there, he may not admit it but this marriage only means he'll be like velcro to your side, that line he had always dreamed of securing? It'd be hard to get away from him

As long as this world continues he'll gladly be stuck with you, you've accepted him not matter how broken and scarred he is and he'll spend the rest of his life demonstrating with acts how much you mean to him, after all, it is the little things and acts in life that have made it truly worth living

[cloudzoro]

Forever | Roronoa Zoro ♡

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genre: smut (minors dni)

pairings: roronoa zoro x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

cw: unprotected sex, established relationship, size kink, marriage proposal, husband and wife are used multiple times, Zoro decides that maybe he does care about love, gross couple flirting, I'm british so I say sun cream instead of sunscreen x

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“I know we can't get married. Being reputable pirates, no one would risk having a legal record of us in their registry. But I don't give a fuck about a ridiculous party or a piece of fucking paper."

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Zoro isn't marriage material. At least, that's what he thinks. He's never been interested in marriage, and he was never interested in sex or relationships until he met you. The natural progression of your relationship from acquaintances to friends to lovers was slow and casual. There were no grand gestures, emotional confessions or anything else from those horrid romance books you read that make Zoro gag. He had never officially asked you out. One day, after months of flirting and sleeping together, Sanji was getting a little too close to you and Zoro barked at the cook to leave his girl alone. You never denied that you were his girl and later on that night, when he was fucking you into the mattress, you confirmed that you were his and only his.

It's a gorgeous day at sea, and you're out on the deck sunbathing with Nami. Zoro observes you as you lean back with your eyes closed. He tries to continue his daily workout but keeps getting distracted by your figure. Usually, he'd go elsewhere to work out, but with the horny cook hanging around the ship, he doesn't want to take any chances.

Not long into Zoro’s workout, he feels your eyes on him. He turns to meet your eyes, and the way you're hungrily watching him makes him flex his muscles a little harder. You watch him for a few minutes before softly calling his name.

“What is it?” he grunts, acting unbothered. You flash him a grin, holding a bottle of sun cream.

“I can't reach my back”, you pout, and He responds with an eyeroll. He walks over to your sun lounger and sits carefully on the edge. He takes the bottle from your hand and squeezes it.

“Turn over for me”, He instructs. Zoro squirts a generous amount of the cream on his hands. His large hands rub and trace everywhere they can over your back. Zoro uses sun cream as if it's lotion to massage you. As his hands work their magic on your tightly-wound back muscles, the cute noises falling from your lips make his cock twitch.

“Do you two mind not doing your awkward foreplay out here?” says Nami as she tries to ignore you and soak up the sun. “y'know I can't reach my back either”, her tone teasing, clearly mocking the two of you.

“What a shame”, Zoro deadpans. He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade and gets back to his workout.

“Damn, I guess back rubs are wifey exclusives,” says Nami sarcastically. Neither you nor Zoro respond, but the word ‘wife’ rings in his head for the rest of the afternoon. Zoro's not one for marriage, but he thinks you'd look beautiful in a wedding dress.

A few days later, You're on a new island and pass a jewellery shop. You stop to look at the jewellery in the window, and Zoro stands behind you, eyeing the ring display. Thoughts of slipping a beautiful gold ring on your finger and claiming you as his forever taunt him. You're pirates. You could never have a legally recognised wedding. He makes a note of the ring that had caught your eye and thinks to himself that he must be crazy. If you had told Zoro from a few years ago that he'd be contemplating buying a ring for you and ‘marrying’ you, he'd laugh in your face and call you an idiot.

Once your short adventure on the new island is wrapped up, he tells you to go on back to the ship as he needs to take a detour. He instructs Chopper to take care of you, and the tiny reindeer gives a dramatic salute and promises the swordsman to get you home in one piece.

Zoro arrives home about twenty minutes after you and heads straight to your room, where you're already waiting for him. He thinks about dropping to his knees and asking you to marry him the traditional way, but nothing you've ever done has been traditional. You're literally pirates, after all. His heart squeezes when he sees you waiting for him, and it's almost painful. It passes him off how soft he is for you. You've tamed a demon; all it takes is a pretty smile from you, and he's ready to give up his entire life for you.

When you jump up from your shared bed - Franky had installed a couples suite not long after you'd started dating - to greet him, Zoro immediately backs you to the edge of the bed. He connects his lips to yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth as your hand slides into his hair. He lifts you so you wrap your legs around him, and then he sits on the edge of the bed so you can straddle him. His hands grip your ass and guide you over his hard cock. He groans at the pressure of you over his lap, and it seems you're getting impatient as you whine and rock your hips faster.

Zoro smiles into the messy kiss as he flips you so you're on your back, and he's hovering over you. Your legs are locked around his hips, keeping him pressed against you. He reaches to your lounge shorts and pulls them off with your assistance. He then moves to your top, groping your chest.

“Take this off for me, pretty girl”, he rasps, his voice making your pussy throb. You follow through with his request and remove your shirt alongside your bra. He leans down to kiss and lick over the skin of your chest. His thorough worship of your tits and lack of attention to your pussy have you growing desperate for him. He listens in amusement as you whine for him to touch you. Your voice is the prettiest thing he's ever heard. Your voice is as precious to him as the sound of a blade swinging through the air. His life was all swords, blood and guts until you showed up. Sometimes, he resents you and your determination because he's lost all credibility among the crew after being caught behaving softly with you. “Tell me what you want, baby. I'll give it to you, I promise.”

“I just want you”, You whimper, using your legs to push him against your soaked panties.

“you've already got me. I'm right here” You should have known he'd want a more specific answer from you.

“I want your cock, Zoro. Please” He's almost flat against you at this point, body pressing you down into the mattress.

“You'll get my cock, I promise. Just answer something for me first.” He asks, and you try to clear your thoughts as you nod. “You're mine, right? forever?”

You are. In every sense of the word, you are his. He's yours, too. He has been since you flashed your pretty smile at him. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, Zoro feels nervous. You nod, telling him that you'll always be his. He digs around in his pocket, and at first, you don't have time to process what he has in his hands because he kisses you aggressively. You feel cold metal press against your ring finger, and your eyes snap open, pushing Zpro back slightly to talk to him.

“Is that a ring?” you ask, and he sheepishly nods. You've never seen Zoro this shy as he attempts to explain himself.

“I know we can't get married. Being reputable pirates, no one would risk having a legal record of us in their registry. But I don't give a fuck about a ridiculous party or a piece of fucking paper. You don't have to consider this a marriage proposal. You can call it a promise ring or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. I just wanted something to symbolise that you're mine and no one else. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you” You're stunned into silence by his heartfelt words; he's never been this open and vulnerable with anyone. Part of him thinks you've broken him.

“Are you asking me to be your wife?” you ask, finally getting a look at the ring. Zoro nods, dropping his head to your neck. He reminds you it doesn't have to be a marriage thing. You're constantly out getting into fights and life-threatening situations, so he feels a tangible symbol of your relationship might help keep peace of mind. A small thing to ground you when the world around you gets too hectic. You pull Zoro's head from the crook of your neck so you can look him in the eyes. He's embarrassed about his secret sappiness, but he's secure in his feelings about you.

“I'd love that”, You breathe, leaning up to kiss him, and he's slipping the ring onto your finger within seconds. That's it. He's your husband now. When he's done exploring your mouth with his tongue, he moves his wet kisses down to your neck. He leaves a smattering of purple and red marks over your beautiful tits and traces his tongue down your body. During his descent down your body, he whispers. When he kisses your neck, he tells you that he's a lucky man to have someone like you. He tells you you're beautiful and intelligent as he kisses your tummy. When he kisses your thighs, he tells you how much he admires your strength.

His hand grips your underwear, and he tears it from your body. He adjusts so he's lying on his front between your legs. He leans down to lick at your pussy. His mouth feels so good. You try to lift your hips to grind into his mouth, but one of his large hands holds your hips down. He brings his other hand to your mouth and presses two fingers against your lips. You greedily accept his fingers into your mouth, getting them all nice and slick for him. He pulls his fingers from your lips and pushes them into your hole as he suctions his mouth onto your clit. The combination of his fingers and tongue makes you cum embarrassingly fast, and your legs squeeze his head as the pleasure takes over. Your husband stays in place, licking and fingering you through your high, prepping you for his huge cock. Zoro sits on his knees and admires you when your deep breaths begin to subside. His beautiful wife, laid out in the sheets, looking up at him with a dazed expression. You look satisfied, and that makes pride bloom in Zoro's chest. He removes his trousers to join you in your nakedness and taps the head of his fat cock against your sensitive clit.

“You ready for my cock, baby?” he asks, teasingly rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Please, Zoro” you whine. “Please fuck me.” He'd never say no to you, and as long as he's aboard this ship, no one else is going to either. He pushes his cock, now slick with your juices, into your hole. You both moan at the way your walls have to stretch to accommodate his size. He's no stranger to teasing you, but now that your warm wet cunt is wrapped around his cock, all he can think about is fucking you open. He starts with a brutal pace; he can't help it, your pussy is addicting. He's convinced you have him under some kind of spell.

“Perfect fucking pussy was made for me,” he punctuates each word with a harsh thrust. “This is mine. All mine,” he says.

You try to respond, but you're constantly interrupted by your own moans. Zoro has you whining and gripping the bedsheets beneath you. You feel how deep he is, and the way his hand presses onto your tummy over where his cock is inside you makes your legs tremble. You're close already, and you're rapidly approaching delirium. You're mindlessly babbling about how much you love him and how big his cock is. Zoro may be busy thoroughly fucking your sweet pussy, but he's still listening intently to every slurred word that leaves your mouth.

“I love you too, baby,” he says, responding to your shaky rambling. “You ready to cum for me? he asks with a hungry smile on his face. It always shocks you how Zoro went from someone who couldn't care less about sex to someone who can't go a day without seeing you cream on his cock. You're dangerously close, and Zoro can feel it, too. The way your pussy pulses around his cock. The perfect vice grip of your pussy has him just as desperate. He leans down so your foreheads are touching and rocks his hips harder. You hold on to his biceps as he drills into you, trying to pour all his feelings about you into every thrust.

Your orgasm starts small in your lower stomach, and the satisfying tingly feeling spreads outwards till your hands and feet are numb. You cum hard, gushing around his cock while the squeezing of your walls drags Zoro over the edge with you. He cums inside you, filling up with every last drop of cum. After one last heavy thrust from the large man, he slowly pulls out and lies next to you.

“Y/n,” he says, voice raspy from the moaning and exhaustion. You hum in response to show him you're listening. “if you want, in the next place we dock, we can look for a proper registry office”, he says.

“Yeah, because they're gonna see two pirates with high bounties and scary nicknames and let us in,” you say sarcastically, covering the fact that you really would like that.

“I'm sure we can find at least one,” he says. You hold up your left hand, showing off your ring.

“This is enough for me, though”, you muse, admiring the jewellery.

“Agreed” Zoro lifts his left hand, and a gold wedding band sits on his finger. You hadn't even noticed because you were so busy getting ravaged by him.

“I love you,” he says. He didn't care much for love until he met you. “You're mine, forever.”

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[itsabouttimex2]

Y’know how reader is stuck as a monkey in the Yan monkiefam posts, what if reader somehow sneaks off the mountain and stumbles upon macaque. Macaque gets a specific vibe from the mysterious monkey, so he takes it as his own. Monkey reader is trying to communicate to macaque on how to transform back, but either due to lack of understanding or macaque not wanting reader to turn back, reader is still a monkey much to their dismay. Meanwhile Monkiefam is panicking and looking everywhere for reader. This could be seen as a part 3 to the Yan monkiefam posts with an added platonic Yan macaque.

How would you write this scenario? Sorry if it’s long, I started rambling a bit lol. I really like your writing and was hoping you would write something similar to this, I love platonic Yan and you stuff really caters to me. Thank you🩷🩷

Monkiefam: Part Three

Sable Savior

(Part Zero) (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

(💜💜Post one-hundred, huh? Feels good to have gotten here! My ask box has been wiped, and is open again! Character x character requests are now allowed! 💜💜)

Monkeys don’t make for good pets. They’re cute, sure. They’re funny and interesting creatures that are worthy of study. But it’s impossible to raise them properly.

And it’s impossible to obtain one ethically.

Either the mothers are shot to death in the wild and the babies are ripped from their still bodies, or they’re kept in horrid conditions and forcibly bred again and again, having their babies torn from them after only a few days or weeks.

All for a cute pet that will be dumped in a few years. Monkeys don’t stay cute, after all. They grow out of the clothes you put them in, grow out of the training you put them through, grow from cute “living dolls” and into wild, fanged animals all their own.

Once they’ve shed their youthful looks and compliant behaviors, the fate of every ‘pet’ monkey is the same- death.

Whether shot or euthanized or dumped far from home and left to starve, monkeys kept in captivity almost always have unhappy endings.

You could be easily mistaken for one of those unfortunate creatures, stuck in a simian form and curled up near the roots of a looming tree.

Even after two full weeks, the transformation you had accidentally locked yourself into remained strong, showing no signs of faltering.

What at first seemed like a potential method of escape had quickly because the thickest chain in your shackle.

Not only was your newfound ‘family’ thrilled to have you as a cuddly little monkey, they seemed even more intent on coddling you.

MK especially adored having a ‘little sibling’ who couldn’t escape his grip. Day in and day out, every minute spent by your side, tending to your needs as a form of stress relief. Whether it was wrestling you into the bathtub or carving up fruit to spoon-feed you, the hero had quickly become a constant smothering presence. He was a fine caretaker, but you would much prefer that he used those skills on anyone else but yourself.

Just barely had he talked himself out of dressing you up, reasoning that you might find fabric uncomfortable over your fluffy white fur.

Not that he allowed you to remove the silk ribbons that his mentor had tied. Those were staying, and MK made sure of it. Every single time you had managed to squirm one free from your body, he just snatched it off the ground and tied it back on.

And, speaking of his mentor-

For all the doting you faced at the hands of MK, Sun Wukong was twice as bad.

Having been the caretaker for thousands of monkeys through the passing of centuries, it seemed that the Great Sage had a knack for pampering the furry darlings- and that translated quite easily to a human being who had accidentally trapped themselves in the form of a cub.

Already you had spent hours upon hours upon his lap, feeling Wukong’s deft fingers comb through your fur in search of debris to remove. Given that you weren’t allowed outside, he rarely found anything more than dust. Still, his intention was more to bond than it was to clean.

For him, the best part was when you'd get so bored that you'd start stroking his fur in turn, picking through it just to pass the time. Even though your heart wasn't really in the action, he was absolutely thrilled to have you acting like a real monkey in some small manner.

The Great Sage was so thrilled, in fact, that he'd barely allow you even a minute alone. And though some of this was justified by your inability to properly function in this new form, it went far beyond the realm of understandable when the king started taking you to bed with him- all under the guise of 'keeping you safe'. You'd rest all through the night tucked into his arms, listening to a powerful beating within the Monkey King’s muscular chest.

Against MK, you were lulled to sleep by a slow throb, finding some gentleness in the steady and low thrum.

Against Wukong, you were cascaded by the furious white-hot pounding of a heart blessed by power almost beyond comprehension.

You’d be lying if you said neither was at least a little comforting to hear as you drifted to a deep, dreamless sleep.

But here and now, there wasn’t an ounce of warmth to be found.

You had finally managed to slip from the clutches of your ‘family’, mustering just enough motor control to clamber up the couch and jump to a window left cracked, slipping under the peering pane and crawling to ‘freedom’.

On unfamiliar and furry legs you had fled, away from a gilded cage and into the beckoning wilderness. Maybe a part of you now longed for the forests, driving you to escape and run free. Perhaps some newfound simian instinct craved a life free from unchanging scenery and sturdy walls.

So away you went, chirping and chittering and calling out to the rising moon as the night grew darker and darker.

And as you raced into those darkening woods, throwing caution to the wind, you also drew further and further away from any semblance of safety.

It hadn’t taken you even twenty minutes to find trouble on the supposedly idyllic mountain.

And now you were here, stuck in a simian form and curled up near the roots of a looming tree.

Not alone, of course.

A troop of monkeys surrounds your quivering form, hissing and snarling at such a strange outsider. The count is easily fifteen to twenty, each one bearing sharp fangs and hunched down in aggressive stances.

You hunker away, pressed to the cold bark with eyes pointed downwards. You don’t dare move or make a sound.

It’s not enough to save you.

The largest member of the pack snarls for just a second, rearing back with his teeth bared. Before you can even flinch, the simian lurches towards you with a splitting howl, powerful jaws snagging the skin of your neck.

The scent of blood fills the air.

As it shrieks through a mouthful of your flesh, the monkey violently slings you back and forth. It beats at your face and neck, hammering your diminutive form with all the strength it can muster. When you dare to try and strike back it throws you to the ground, beating ruthlessly down on your stomach.

It hollers.

The rest of the pack jump into the fray, beating and biting and tearing at fur. Where one shoves, another pulls. Any spot left untouched by one is promptly assaulted by another. Not an inch of you is spared the violent assault, nor is mercy given in regards to your youthful form.

And right as darkness swells in the corners of your vision, the troop freezes.

A barbed lash of black strikes the alpha across the face, leaving a deep and stinging cut where it lands. He howls and shrieks and falls back, shooting off into the jungle and disappearing from sight. From only the trail of blood left in his wake, his troop follows, fearful but still loyal.

“Someone’s had a rough go of it,” says a voice that would be insufferably smug if it hadn’t just saved you from probable death.

Two cold hands wrap around your prone form, prying you from the ground.

The white of your fur has almost entirely disappeared behind a mixture of wet soil and stinking blood, filthy and pungent. The ribbon around your neck has been torn free and left on the ground, lying in tatters.

“You‘re still a little too young to be without your mother, fuzzball. She’s the one who’s supposed to teach you ‘the ways of the wild’, yeah? Where’d she get off to?”

Macaque cradles you close in one of his arms, lightly stroking the underside of your chin with a sharp nail. His touch is surprisingly gentle, far more than you’d expect for a demon. His voice takes a turn for the soft.

“Nah, that’s not it. If you’re this close to another pack without her, then she’s… not around anymore. You probably weren’t raised by her at all, actually.”

His thumb presses against your ragged silk ribbon, toying with the red fabric.

“Must’ve been dumped by some mortal who got sick of taking care of you, huh? Bastards.”

You chitter desperately for his help, hoping that this one might understand even a word you say. But he only gives you a pitying smile, untying the ribbon from your tail and letting it flutter slowly to the ground.

“You never even learned to speak, furball? They must’ve taken you young. Humans always do. Keep you for a few years and dress you up like babies, then throw you out once you’re not cute enough for them anymore.”

Your vocalizations grow more desperate and wild, becoming outright hysterical.

“I know, I know. Hungry, right? Never learned to forage for yourself, or pick for bugs. C’mon, let’s find something to eat- bet I can scrounge us up some peaches, at least. After all…”

Macaque pulls free his tattered scarf, then holds one end of it against your stomach. You can’t so much as chitter before he wraps you head to toe, swaddling your fluffy form tightly. It’s warm, at least, if a bit restrictive.

“Shouldn’t we outcasts stick together?”

And off he goes into the night, far from home and far from safety.

It’s not quite freedom, but you’ll take it.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Deity: Tergrid, God of Fright

"Terror is the natural state of a child, they know they are small, vunrable, glass fragile. It is only once we grow that we delude ourselves into thinking we are safe, that we are strong, that we have control over the world we live in. Show a grown man how little control he really has, and you will see the child he always was: pissreeking, repentant, and pleading for his mother. " - Gerheart, village executioner

A goddess for those who hold close to the light dreading the unknown or those who wander gleefully into the dark seeking it, Tergrid is a deity of imagined horrors and terrible omens.

Depicted as a young woman always bearing a lantern, myths speak of Tergrid's shadow as a monstrous, murderous thing with a will of its own. Unable to kill the goddess due to the light she carries, it vents it's directionless wrath on those who linger beyond the lantern's glow. This duality, as both as the victim of fear and the source of it defines the brightmaiden's worship; as she is both threat and saviour to those who draw her attention.

Adventure Hooks:

The party arrive at a country roadhouse at dusk, only to find the inhabitants have nailed shut every door and shutter as if preparing for a siege. They say some horrid murderous things are lurking just off the road, and as the light wanes they refuse to let the heroes inside. The roadhouse's residents are terrified and are willing to fight to keep the party out, half convinced the party are themselves the things they should be afraid of... which isn't to say there ISN'T anything else waiting for that door to open. After negoitating their way inside (or forcing the issue) the heroes discover the roadhouse residents were warned of the danger by a mysterious woman who passed through earlier, though none can remember exactly what she looked like.

A knight renowned for his fearless deeds wanders the street in a waking nightmare, seeing threats everywhere and lashing out at phantoms and passersby. Even after being subdued it’s clear he won’t awake, and many suspect interference from jealous rivals in the upcoming tourney. The knight’s meek squire asks the party to help investigate the causes and possible cures of her master’s madness, never suspecting that her suppressed resentment at his recklessness might’ve manifested as a curse.

In desperate need of answers, the party consults an oracle dedicated to Tergrid who has them undergo trials of fear and phantasm so that they might know the truth. Chiefest among these is battling in a dark cave full of shadow monsters, while flickering visions of the future are cast on the wall by the guttering lantern light. The longer they can endure, the more they will know, but that isn't likely to be long unless they fight harder than they ever have before.

Inspiration: Tergrid is a shameless lift from Magic the Gathering's Kaldheim setting, which I've never played but apparently keep returning to as a consistent well of inspiration.

Fear both as a mechanic and motif is something I think is underutilized in D&D which is odd considering it's a game about venturing out into the unknown to face potentially deadly challenges. Fear and risk are what our heroes must endure to experience the wonder and rewards on the other side of their journey. As such it makes sense for a goddess of fear to play a role in the thematic weave of the stories we end up telling.

Speaking in less lofty terms, I also think using the lantern as a symbol for being frightened fucks hard. It's a tiny, fragile, and temporary respite from an ocean of darkness and the threats it contains.

Worshippers: The lost and abandoned, Unseele Fey, Shadowcasters and other denizens of the shadowfell. There is also heavy overlap with the worship of the night goddess Nyx.

Signs: Nightmares, unnatural or living shadows,

Symbols: A Lantern, often surrounded by a circle of darkness.

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[iwoulddieforher]

gut für dich | c.novak × a.cabot

alex falls asleep in casey's lap, and casey loves her

no warnings- emotional overwhelm, but it's sweet. a private moment.

Casey was crying, and she wasn't sure why. She really didn't want it to wake Alex up though- Alex, who had such a hard time falling asleep, Alex, who was currently nestled comfortably in her lap as though her head was shaped specifically the rest in the dip on Casey’s thighs.

Short blonde hair was sprawled across her lap, strands that felt like silk against the bare skin exposed by the sleep-shorts Casey donned. Alex had fallen asleep with her makeup on, red lipstick smudged just barely across her lips from the kiss she had pecked Casey with to greet her when she had entered her apartment. With her eyes closed, and with the level of observation Casey was currently able to do, she could see the careful line of her touch of eyeshadow, the delicate curve of her shaped lashes as they rested.

Alex was perfect. In every single describable way, and then some. The way her neck was long and the way she held it more gracefully than a swan, the way her fingers were so perfectly tapered, the way her collarbone was emphasized when she breathed. Her eyebrows, the slope of her nose, the way her lips were parted just barely- just barely, but it drove Casey insane.

Her body looked like it was formed with glazed porcelain, with her skin so alabaster pale and so impossibly unblemished. Everything about her was formed, curved just gently in just the right places, so statuesque everywhere else. Everything about her was perfect, and Casey wasn't only forcing herself to observe that- there was not a single detectable flaw on Alex’s figure she could distinguish. She could drown in her complexion, drown in the blue of the eyes she couldn't see under languishly shut eyelids.

The woman was curled up on her side like a cat, her hands resting loosely before her face, her knees tucked up just enough to not make contact with Casey’s side as the younger woman sat on the couch.

It had been a grueling day in court, and Casey had known Alex was utterly exhausted. Still, they had had plans for a lame movie and take-out, and they hadn't seen each other lately as much as they would've liked too, so Alex had come over regardless. Casey hadn't expected this- perhaps some making out, at most, perhaps sex. This was better-, this was worse.

Because Alex was so vulnerable right now, sleeping so softly, so peacefully. If Casey had to close her eyes and recall the moment from memory alone, she would've stated with absolutely certainty that Alex had wings- that was how angelic she seemed, soft, lithe, ethereal, sleeping in her lap.

It had been years since Casey had felt safe the way Alex seemed to be so immediately, so intrinsically, with her. The trust Alex was placing on her in this moment, falling asleep knowing Casey was fully awake and alert and could hurt her- but Alex knew Casey would never hurt her, the same way Casey was always scared someone might. Built into her bones through the history of people before- but of course Alex must have been hurt before too, and somehow she still trusted Casey so immensely.

Alex had insomnia, Casey had known that since long before they had begun seeing each other. Alex had trouble falling asleep when things weren't exactly right- she had a regiment she followed precisely, and she couldn't bring herself down when things weren't the same way they usually were. Alex had often complained of hours spent staring aimlessly at ceilings and ceiling fans, and her bathroom cabinet was full of various pills that had never seemed to coax her properly to slumber.

Alex had seen Casey enraged, Casey had snapped at her before, Alex had seen how vile Casey could get when ferocity was her only option to keep herself moving forward. All the horrid aspects of her psyche had been observed, and yet, here was Alex, as though Casey was incapable of ever hurting her. Of course, Casey would never, ever, intentionally, but- Alex trusted that. Alex trusted her.

Alex, who struggled so immensely with falling asleep, looked so peaceful and so content- so blissfully unaware, so trusting, so safe, that Casey thought if she was a cat she’d be purring. Asleep, completely relaxed, in Casey’s lap.

It meant a lot to her. That was why she was crying. She was crying, genuinely overcome by tears, because Alex had felt so comfortable and so safe with her that she had without hesitation fallen asleep bundled in her lap, and the love that thrummed in her heart was overwhelming her.

Her hand extended before she could stop herself, sliding gently along the side of Alex’s head, brushing strands of white golden hair back against her scalp. Alex, subconsciously, seemed to recognize- she shifted into the touch, her head rocking gently as if trying to nestle deeper into the warmth of Casey’s thighs. A small sound of content left her parted lips, her hips shifting as she readjusted her position in sleep.

Alex’s jaw was pressed against her thigh in a way Casey would've deemed uncomfortable if it was anyone else in the world but her. If anything, Casey wished her own femur was softer so it could mold around her- she wished she could turn into a pillow to never disturb her, to never shift or breathe wrong or hiccup through her quiet rolling sobs and accidentally prompt Alex awake.

“I love you,” Casey whispered, so quiet, so tentative, as though she were doing something wrong. She closed her eyes when she said it, as if expecting Alex’s eyes to snap wide open and for her to bolt. When she opened them again, a minute later, Alex had barely even stirred. Casey’s hand rested gently on the top of her head, her thumb moving small grounding strokes through her hair while the other hand was aimlessly on the couch armrest because she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself now.

Her voice was hoarse, her vocals broken down with the effort of crying completely silently. She traced a heart-shaped on Alex’s curved, perfect cheekbone with her thumb softly, carefully, intentionally.

“I love you,” she said again, experimenting with the words. They felt heavy and meaningful on her tongue but the way they rolled off felt right. Felt meaningful. Felt like something tangible, felt like it made up for the way no description of Alex’s gorgeousness could ever truly convey it.

She swallowed back the tears, not of anguish but out of some deep, warm feeling in the heart she had once thought froze over, and her face broke out in a small nervous smile Alex would never see- but unbeknownst to Casey? Her smile was exactly what Alex was dreaming about.

[vinylfoxbooks]

June 7 - Welcome | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 994 This is part 1 of a five part series Part 2

“I’m going on break, Reg.” Remus calls after he finishes wiping down the counter, “I’ll be out back.”

“Yeah, go smoke. You’ve been grumpy all day.” Regulus hums, putting the box that he was just sorting through on the ground by his feet so he remembers to shelf them later. Remus flips him off as he’s walking by to get to the back room, which makes Regulus roll his eyes, “You’re just proving my point.” And with that, the door to the back room closes and Regulus is left alone in the shop. 

It’s been a slow day so far -- what else would you expect from a small shop like theirs on a Wednesday of all days, especially since school is in session now so most of their regulars are going to be busier -- so Regulus isn’t shocked when only one person comes in seven minutes into Remus’ break. 

So Regulus takes this as ample time to grab the box he placed by his feet and start shelving the books inside. And just his luck, as he’s doing that, the bell over the door rings.

Regulus groans, picks up the box from where he’s got it on the floor after putting the last book in his hands on the shelf, and walks out of the shelves and towards the front desk, “Welcome.” He says to the patron that had just walked in, “What can I do for yo-” 

Holy shit.

Who is this man?

Tan skin with dorky glasses sitting over wide eyes. Tousled dark brown, almost black, hair that is falling absolutely everywhere in messy curls. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a physique that is badly hidden by his satin red button up and a kind smile graces his face when he turns his warm gaze on Regulus.

“Hi, is Remus in right now?” The man asks, walking towards his desk, “I told him that I would run his cane.” He holds up his hand holding a cane -- Remus’ cane, “But I don’t see him.” “He’s on his break right now.” Regulus informs him, deciding that it’s his best option to turn his gaze onto something else before he says something he shouldn’t and setting the box on the counter in front of him, sorting the books inside into stacks, “Do you want me to give it to him for you so you can be on your way?”

The man shakes his head, “Nah, I don’t have anywhere to be today, so I’ll wait for him.” Then he leans forward, resting an elbow on the counter and his smile turns into something more of a smirk, “But I wanna know more about you? I didn’t know that Remus worked with such a beauty.”

“Well I’m glad Remus isn’t going around talking about my looks since he has a boyfriend.”

“I guess.” The man shrugs with one shoulder, “But I’ve been in here several times and I’ve never seen you here before, I’m James by the way.”

“Regulus.” Is all that Regulus feels like he can say. He was expecting someone that looks like that to be in a full-fledged relationship. But here this man is, leaning over a counter and flirting with Regulus. Then Regulus clears his throat and, still avoiding James��� eyes, “I don’t like to interact with people so I’m not usually at the counter.”

“Well you should be here more. I think everyone seeing your face when they walk in would really make their day.”

“You’re horrid at flirting.”

“And yet you’re blushing.” James remarks, smirking just a bit more and tilting his head. 

He opens his mouth to say something, but before he gets the chance, Remus walks out of the back room, “James, stop harassing Regulus.” 

James laughs and stands up properly, meeting Remus in the middle and handing him his cane, to which Remus looks at him with pure gratefulness, “If you had told me about him earlier, maybe I wouldn’t be coming on as strong.”

“I’m ninety percent sure that I’ve told you about him before. And so has Sirius, because that’s his brother.” 

James’ eyes go wide and he whips his head to Regulus, looking him up and down before humming, “I do see it. Well, either way.” Then he turns to Remus, checking his watch, “I should go. Lily asked me to pick up Harry for her.”

“Alright,” Remus shakes his head, “Stop flirting with my coworker and go get your son.” James laughs at him, swats his friend on the shoulder, and walks out of the shop with a called goodbye. 

As soon as Regulus can no longer see James through any of the glass in their store front, he leans towards his coworker in a way that’s almost conspiratorial, “Who was that?”

Remus laughs, “That’s Sirius’ best friend James. The person he moved in with when he moved out.”

Regulus balks, “That was James Potter? The guy that I’ve hated for years? Why didn’t you tell me he was exactly my type?” At that, Remus’ laughter turns into a full belly laugh and he leans against the counter, “Why would I know your type? I was specifically avoiding talking to you about him because I knew that you hated him.”

“Also, did you say that he has a son?”

“Yeah,” Remus says through his dying laughter. Eventually, he’s able to calm down enough to walk back over to the cafe counter, “He found this girl he really liked in school, married her almost as soon as they graduated, had a child with her, then they learned that both of them are gay so they split ways and now they co parent.”

“So I wouldn’t be breaking up a family if I started flirting with him?”

Remus snorts, “You might break up your family. I don’t imagine Sirius would be happy if you two started dating.”

“I don’t give a shit what Sirius thinks of my dating life.” Regulus rolls his eyes.

[eahtheramblings]

I haven’t been able to write or draw much due to school and I won’t be able to write or draw much for the next few weeks due to finals, so here are some more random aspects of the revamp au with no context:

1. Raven actually had 3 separate roommates before Cedar in first year. In order they were Duchess, Helga, and Witchy Brew. Duchess immediately demanded a room change on move in day and was granted one as her grandmother made a big scene over how it was insane the school would put the Princess of a kingdom that was targeted so terribly by the Evil Queen in the same room as her spawn. Helga lasted the longest, at 3 months and 1 week on the dot; she claimed to be ok with it since living with a witch would give her an “insight into the minds of the beasts she’s born to hunt” but ended up moving out after claiming that Raven had done something horrid and was “no mere witch, but a demon”. Raven, for her part, has no clue what incident Helga might possibly be referring to as she spent those 3 months avoiding her roommate like the plague. Witchy and Raven were put together after that since Witchy was an older student in the villain track, with the thought process being that nothing Raven could do would scare or unnerve another witch that already had a year of practice on her, but she ended up lasting just a day and a half. This is because Raven found Witchy crying and she confided that she missed her old roommate Charity Charming, as they’re good friends but don’t get to see each other during the day at all due to villains and princesses not having many classes together. With Witchy’s permission Raven cursed her, thus giving her an excuse to request a roommate change. It finally ended when Cedar volunteered to be Ravens roommate a day later, both in part out of a feeling of responsibility and in part to get away from Duchess who was using her curse to never lie to get gossip. She thought rooming with Raven would be nightmare, but in the end found that she couldn’t come up with a single idea for why everyone else had moved out.

2. The daughters of Snow White and Rose Red from the fairytale Snow White and rose red just graduated from ever after high in Apple and Ravens first year. Primrose White has a friends/mentorship thing going on with Apple due to them bonding over sharing the Snow-White name, but Rosie Red despises Apple because she won the Royal Student council presidency in her freshman year when Rosie was running as a senior. Apple has no idea about this and still believes that the three are all great friends. this is in part because Primrose, in the time-honored tradition of siblings-purposely-annoying-other-siblings everywhere, would Invite Apple to sit with them at lunch to discuss Princessology just so she could see Rosie glower at her from across the table, because while Rosie may not like Apple she would never be so cruel as to tell Apple that she didn't like her to her face, nor dumb enough to do it in a public area where everyone could hear her opinions on the future fairest of them all. Apple still sends Primrose and Rosie birthday presents and holiday cards and the like. Rosie seethes every time she gets one and Primrose finds it hilarious.

3. The merry men all have to take the first 2 years of villainy courses due to them having to break many laws like theft and illegal kingdom entry and the like. Sparrow was almost banned from taking it his second year as Grimm was worried that he was too into the villainy classes and wasn't treating his heroics courses with as much effort. He managed to convince him to let him stay, but only after spinning a yarn about needing to understand crime better to fulfill his destiny, and cramming big time for the heroics final so he could scrape by in that class with a C.

4. The dark forest and enchanted forest are not really fixed locations. rather, the dark forest and enchanted forest are two separate realms that each surround every kingdom, overlaying one another. think like the fey wild and shadow fell from dnd. you can technically enter either from any kingdom but it's much easier to enter certain ones from different locations; for example, you can technically see and enter the dark forest from the snow-white kingdom, but the general magic that inhabits that area is light magic, so when your there all you will see and interact with is enchanted forest, and you'd have to use a rather large amount of dark magic to tear a hole between the two realms just to access the dark forest. the same is true vice versa for the forest's surrounding evil kingdoms. Each forest is magical, and has little quirks based on the type of magic that affects it. for example, the enchanted forest is very easy to map out, magically keeps the trails travelers made between villages and kingdoms well maintained and often has springs of fresh water that appear when one would most need it. Meanwhile, the dark forest seems to change its layout without reason over periods of time, has large stretches of area where the trees grow so tall you can't even see the sky, and often tries to grow into and over trails and villages. this can be mitigated given enough effort and magic, but it still makes it a pretty hostile place to live. The two forest do have several crossing spots, called bridges, where you can cross from one forest to the next without needing magic to do so. One of these bridges is famous for being the one Snow White has to go through to reach the dwarves cottage; it's got a gift shop and photo booth for visitors.

5. just because a village or kingdom is in the dark or enchanted forest doesn't necessarily mean it's good or bad. hoods hollow is in the dark forest, while the beanstalk for the land of giants is in the enchanted forest.

6. Several characters have "magic touches" that are vague, not actually magic, or are things everyone with magic should logically be able to do with a bit of effort. therefore, I have changed a few for this au: Dexter's power is not just girls swooning when he takes off his glasses but also being able to see through enchantments, Farrah (who is the blue fairy's daughter in this au as were going with the tree-mother version of Cinderella) has the ability to enter others dreams with little effort, and Ginger can grant her baked creations life like she did with her fish Jelly.

7. Grimm, Faybelle, and Madame Yaga are all trying to push Ginger to do more evil with the last one, as so far all she has done is make gummy fish for her aquarium; Faybelle wants to see if they could get an industrial sized oven so Ginger can make an army of life-sized gingerbread men. Gingers not as enthused by the prospect.

that's all for now, I hope the semester ends both swiftly and painlessly for both me and anyone else in school right now, thanks for reading!

[hearts4golbach]

Sober Thoughts.

Pairing:

TBP!Mikey Way x AFAB!Reader.

A/n:

I'm such a slut for drunk comfort, I can't write enough

not proofread

Warnings:

friends to lovers implied, feminine presenting reader, mention of alcohol/being drunk, bad breakup, depression mentions.

Word count:

1.8k

To say the last 2 months had been rough would be putting it lightly. Your boyfriend of almost a year had broken up with you over your mental health. This fact crushed you, sending you spiraling. You didn't contact anyone, didn't leave the house, and rarely got out of bed. Mikey hadn't seen you for a week since the breakup, so he decided to do something about it.

He took the spare house key from under your vase, knocking a few times before heading inside. He found you in bed asleep. He looked around your generally tidy room, which was now a reck. He didn't mind taking down the dirty dishes and putting up the clothes that crowded half of the bed. He wanted to support you in any way he could.

Mikey hadn't heard about the breakup from you, but from your ex himself. He was the type to post everywhere about how grateful he was that he was out of a 'toxic' relationship, so it didn't take long for him to find out.

He didn't want to push, though. For the first week, Mikey texted you nearly every day to see if you'd respond. You never did, so he figured it'd be better if he was there in person.

He crawled into the other half of the bed, making sure to leave you enough space as he lolled off to sleep (despite the fact it was only 7 pm).

You woke up a few hours later, groggily rolling over to see him sleeping peacefully next to you. You flinched, not expecting your best friend to break into your house. You didn't mind, though. A sense of comfort washed over you.

To be fair, you had seen all the texts he sent you. You barely had the energy to respond. Even then, what would you say? The fact that he had even bothered to come over meant the world to you. You knew no one else would try. Not that they didn't care, but they had better things to do. You were sure Mikey did, too, but he still put you first. It was rare. Not even your own ex would've done this. But Mikey did.

You didn't move. You just watched Mikey, as creepy as it was. The sounds of his soft breaths were comforting. You sat up, reaching for your water on your night stand. You relaxed your shoulders. They had been tense since the breakup. Hell, your whole body had been. You noticed that he had cleaned up a bit for you, making your heart swell.

After that night, you had seen Mikey nearly every day. He spent the night frequently, especially on the days he was busy with the band. If you thought you were already close with him, all the time you had spent together brought you even closer. Slowly but surely, you had started to get over your horrid ex. Mikey was your shoulder to cry on, kissing the top of your head as you cried in his arms. He was your rock while you were still trying to get back on your feat.

It became easier to leave the house. You would drag Mikey with you to go get groceries or simply to run to the gas station to get snacks for movie night. You weren't sure how he put up with you, but he did.

Eventually, you had begun to fall for him. You noted every small motion; the way his eyes would flicker down to your lips, how he rested his hands on your lower back, the way hugs were longer than before. You began to question if he felt the same way.

The best thing was, it felt right. He wasn't just a rebound. He was the possibility of something real.

Mikey generally kept you away from alcohol or any other addictive substance. He didn't want to drag you down that rabbit hole, considering you were much more susceptible to it due to your mental state.

He hoped that would stay the same, even though he invited you to a party. Everyone was going (all of his famous friends and the rest of the band), and he knew it would be a good chance for you to get out there again. The most human interaction outside of him was with the guys and at work.

You were skeptical at first, unsure about being around all of those random people. Mikey didn't pressure you, but offered the fact that it might be good for you to truly go out. The hopeful look in his eyes made you cave, and you had actually begun to look forward to it.

The night of, you had finally settled on an outfit. It was a black dress, one of your favorites. You also took the party as a chance to wear your favorite pair of heels (that you spent more money on than you would like to admit).

Mikey was there at 7:45 pm sharp, dressed in his usual party attire. He stepped out of the car and met you on the sidewalk. "You look amazing" he greeted with a hug. His hand rubbed your lower back softly. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go," you smiled. It was a genuine smile, one that Mikey had got to see a lot more recently. "You look even better."

He grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the passenger seat. He opened the door for you and helped you in, then you were off.

The house wasn't far, roughly a 14-minute drive from your home. You and Mikey met Gerard out front, who greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hey! I'm so glad you came," he gave you a side hug. "It's nice to see you out."

You nodded. "I'm glad I agreed to come. Why would I miss a night out with my favorite people?"

He shrugged with a smile, shaking his head before walking inside. You and Mikey followed him in.

You examined your surroundings. It was pretty calm. There was music playing, mixed with the noise of a million different groups having conversations. You took a deep breath before following Mikey deeper into the crowd.

Neither of you went straight for the drinks, but you knew you'd get there eventually. When you drank, you didn't drink to get buzzed: You drank to get *drunk*.

Eventually, that's what you did. Mikey never left your side and opted not to drink since he was DD for you. He had picked you up, after all.

With your low tolerance, it only took a few shots to get you tipsy. It made you feel more alive, and it was much easier to speak to people, so you didn't see any problem with taking a few more.

By 10 pm, you were tipping over your own feet. You gripped onto Mikeys arm for stability as he made his rounds speaking to different acquaintances and friends.

Only 30 minutes later, you dragged him back to the makeshift bar in the kitchen. He looked at you skeptically as you poured another shot. "Are you sure you need that?"

You looked over at him, setting the bottle of vodka down and picking up your soda. "I mean," you paused, recognizing your slurred speech. "Not necessarily."

"I think we should go," worry laced his voice. "I'm getting tired anyway, and you're worrying me."

"Don't worry about me, Mikes." You gave him a tight-lipped smile.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Let's get you home," he insisted.

It took a lot of convincing to drag you out of the party, to his surprise. You said goodbye to the guys before reluctantly following Mikey out to the car.

Your eyelids were heavy as you rested your head against the cold glass of the car window. Your mind wandered, thinking of how kind Mikey was to you. Even if you could be a bit annoying, as proven in the past 30 minutes. He was always so gentle. You looked over at him, admiring his features that were emphasized by the moonlight.

He noticed this, glancing over before returning his eyes to the road. "What are you thinking about?"

"You," you blurted, returning your gaze back out the window.

He laughed softly. "Well, what about me?" He pulled into your driveway, placing the car in park.

You shrugged, clumsily climbing out of the car. Mikey met you halfway, catching you in front of the car. He carefully wrapped his arm around your waist, helping you up to your front door.

You handed him your keys after a horrible attempt at unlocking your own door. "I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"Why?" He asked, leading you up to your bedroom. "You didn't do anything wrong," he couldn't help but giggle as you tripped up the stairs, muttering encouragement along the way.

"Dragging you down with me," you laid on your bed, grateful to be home. "You deserve a lot better."

"You're amazing, N/n. You're not dragging anyone down," he reassured, slipping off your heels and tossing them on the floor. "You're the best best friend I could ask for." Your heart stung at the word 'friend.' You couldn't help your hurt expression, or maybe you didn't notice you had one, but Mikey did. "What's the matter?" He asked softly.

You watched him through tired eyes as he rummaged through your closet, looking for comfier clothing. "I love you, Mikey." You blurted, immediately regretting your words.

He turned around to look at you, his expression softening. You told each other you loved each other all the time, but he knew this one was different. He could see it in your face, the way your eyes held a hopeful gaze as you looked up at him. "I love you too, Y/n. But you're drunk, I don't want you to -"

"I love you, Mikes," you repeated, as if he hadn't heard you clearly the first time. "I have for a while now, I just.. couldn't tell you because I can't lose you and," you paused, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Hey, it's okay. I love you, okay?" He sat next to you on the bed, running his fingers through your messy hair. "I love you," he emphasized. Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. "I want to talk about this tomorrow. I don't want you to make any decisions you'll regret right now."

His fear was understandable. You knew what he was thinking: if you agreed to date him right now, you'd simply break up with him in the morning. You knew that wasn't the case, but you didn't push it. You were content in that moment and that's what mattered.

You simply nodded, letting him unzip your dress. He helped you change into pajamas before crawling under the covers next to you. He pulled you into his chest, holding you tight as if you'd slip away. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, rubbing your back softly as you let sleep take over.

[honeyydrunk]

niragi suguru a-z don't judge me for this sakurada dori was hawt as hell in that role

a: aftercare oh be SO real rn. 🧍

b: body bro has 3 good qualities and his body is one of them. but aside from everything let's talk about the main attraction, that damn mf absolutely ridiculously crazy tongue piercing of his. man i wanted to JUMP through the screen for that. it had me blushing and shi

c: cum hm. well he just nuts all up in your guts. consequences are not something he's thought about. but this is the borderlands what's going to happen be fr. you'll probably die before anything bad occurs from the raw nut.

d: dirty secrets  he has no secrets and everything about him is dirty.

e: experience before the borderland? nothing now? everything

f: favourite position it's a tie between you tied up and like 'at his mercy' or whatever that means, and you riding him. actually he likes anything. bros a freak. a high stamina constantly horny ahh freak.

g: goofy that all depends on if you consider him insulting you 'goofy'. it also depends on whether you considered him goofy in the show, because that's exactly how he is in bed. ngl i thought he was kinda goofy, so this one is all up to personal interpretation.

h: hair untamed and unruly bush of hair. (before the borderlands he actually did trim it)

i: intimacy  do you consider him eating you out with a tongue piercing intimate? because BE FOR REAL 🧍

j: jacking off why jack off when he can just fuck you.

k: kinks everything (sort of) licking, biting, cnc, hair pulling, just plain raw animalistic fucking going at it like crazy people. how can i explain extreme desperation and looking like you're attacking each other during sex as a kink?

l: location anywhere everywhere. though he prefers semi public sex as a way of kind of getting adrenaline and showing off. surprisingly, he wouldn't fully fuck you publicly, but totally kissing fingering cockwarming, that kind of stuff in like broad daylight. funnily enough, he doesn't actually like fully private sex anything. it feels too intimate and we can't have that.

m: motivation  everything. if he sees you, he'll try and pull you to a hallway. bros ALWAYS motivated.

n: no no no  him bottoming is an absolute no for him. he will not put himself at the liberty of another person. that or you trying anything he didn't ask you to. basically he wants to feel power, so anything that doesn't give him that feeling is a no.

o: oral oh he loves oral. you crying on his dick is like crazy hot to him. and you'll love oral too LIKE ngl i want that tongue piercing in me or whatever like my imagination is getting so crazy i can actually visualise him eating me out like lowkey can even feel it.

p: pace fast fast fast crazy fast extremely fast no breath no breaks no air constantly going at it you need ridiculous stamina for this crazy attacking sex

q: quick fucks one of his favourite games is you fucking during the games. that's a real time limit isn't it. i just thought of something HORRID ngl. imagine he makes you wait until your visa ends you're outside the game arena and bro says make me cum before the game registration ends or uh you'll die.

r: risk take a wild guess. what do you think? this is niragi suguru. be for real. what do you THINK.

s: stamina crazy high. hope you were one of those cardio pilates people before borderlanding otherwise you might be fainting on him. (actually i think bros realistically isn't high at all i just want it to be)

t: toys bro we're in the borderlands tf is there  (i consider that tongue piercing of his a toy)

u: unfair unfair boy oh god he's horrible. this is NIRAGI. brother isn't going to be sunshine and rainbows he is going to be in it for himself and him only. sorry babygirls he is going to be the most unfair person in bed you'll ever be with

v: volume surprisingly very normal in volume.

w: wild card he IS wild. what else is there? (he likes you wanting him and taking him, but this is only in VERY specific moods. otherwise he'll just kill you for being an annoying slut or whatever)

x ray: slightly above average in length, massive in width.

y: yearning  all the time.

z: zzzzzzzz he never sleeps with someone else in the room. and when he sleeps, it's holding a loaded automatic.

if he gets bored, you're annoying, or he realises he's falling for you, you're getting shot with that mf rifle of his. sorry 😔 for that guys. can't win in this society. i'm praying you live fr because now you got not only the borderlands that is a death wish (i wanna kiss him so bad when he got his face burnt off bros hotter like that. that's not a pun btw)

[alaccrity]

so there's this fic that i really really want to write but i havent gotten around to it which means im just gonna leave it here instead for why not lmao;; also warning there's a lot of projecting and maybe? a little ooc goin on but it's for me ok

one sentence summary: kind of childhood best friends to lovers second chance modern au zolu but oh boy do zoro's feelings make it complicated. lots of hurt comfort :)

zoro and luffy were raised in the same town, but it wasnt until around high school before they became friends. luffy was always just one of those people zoro knew because, well, luffy was an enigma, a spectacle, a rascal anywhere he went. the grape vine was zoro's only source of information on the kid who was simultaneously the bane and pride of the town. but upon their first encounter, zoro immediately understood why everyone loved him, how he just drew people in. luckily, luffy seemed just as intrigued by zoro, so somehow they became cohorts. zoro feels nothing short of fascination for luffy, who continues to attract more and more friends as the time goes on. he pins the magnetic feelings on luffy's idiotic lack of charm charm, though it doesnt take long for zoro to realize that he's a little in love. but this love is complicated, or really just difficult for perptually emotionally constipated zoro to handle, in that it is so all consuming. as the his crush intensifies, so does his utter devotion. the ease in which zoro could just give his heart to another man like this scares him. zoro is so prepared to give up his everything for luffy, and yet other bitter feelings sabotage him. perhaps it's because zoro's never felt anything this intense before or because he's always been a little shy, but a possessiveness over luffy starts to take over. he knows he's already devoted himself to luffy, already placed that ever beating heart into luffy's hands, but a horrid feeling twists his gut whenever he feels like luffy doesn't feel the same. that is to say, luffy belongs to everyone; he could never be zoro's alone. although zoro could never doubt the love they have for each other, that is something so raw and real and irreplacable whether platonic or romantic, doubt festers anyways. because luffy always needs more love, more attention than zoro could ever give him. he never feels like the things he does to prove that he is solely luffy's is enough to make him zoro's. luffy needs so much more than zoro. luffy needs to go out into the world and receive love from all those people, and zoro knows for certain that luffy deserves that. he knows, yet here he is constantly waiting for luffy to come home, writhing in his feelings of inadequacy. (A/N: i forgot to mention luffy is like a taekwondo olympian so he travels a lot in this fic lol). even now after they've made it official that they're dating and confirmed that their feelings mutually go beyond friendship, zoro can't help but feel even more distant for luffy. just because he slapped on the label of boyfriend, that doesnt make luffy any more his than he was before, that terrible feeling of a loneliness that shouldnt belong is everywhere. ultimately, ofc, it all blows up bc zoro doesnt know how to properly communicate things he cant even understand himself and tells luffy that he's hard to love bc he needs so much of that love and zoro feels shitty bc he cant provide it all. luffy turns it back on him, "aren't you the one who needs more? i cant give you what you want from me either, zoro." that exclusivity, even though for luffy, zoro was always different from everyone and anyone else he'd ever meet. zoro just couldn't understand that; the only thing he couldn't understand about luffy. of course luffy wants it all, that's just how he is. the fight between them is horrible because luffy had also sensed it. zoro didn't have enough trust in luffy's feelings towards him and luffy trusted zoro too much. as in luffy, despite the underlying tensions he felt, trusted that zoro would eventually tell him what was wrong regardless of what it was. except that luffy would've never anticipated it was about their love for each other, something he thought was so certain and constant, and that this conflict would be so bad. they havent broken up, but they dont see each other for a week just to reflect after the fight.

it's at this point that it's clear that it isnt going to work out because they have their own goals and problems cut out for them that they cant handle then, and peacefully, still with so much love for each other, at ages 21 and 19, they mutually break up.

five years later, they meet again when luffy returns home for the first time in a while since he's been travelling the world. more feelings and emotions reignite when they encounter each other, but this time zoro's determined to make it better. he's more emotionally mature now, wiser than the kid who couldnt get a read on his own feelings and desires. this time, he can make it right.

so yah that's the bare BARE skeleton of this fic it's so long lmaoo if anyone actually reads this, lmk what you think!! i need motivation to write this it's just a chock-full of chrc (zoro) introspection and again bc im kind of projecting and ik this is kinda? ooc for zoro :,) basically zolu if zoro was the most anxiety ridden teenager/ya ever haha;; in my head, it's also supposed to be like a nonlinear narrative going between the modern time, oh zoro does do kendo and yes all the other strawhats appear, and the past bc idk yeah! have a nice day :D

[a-polite-melody]

The, “you can’t speak on your oppression in a way which centres yourself and bolsters your own voice because other people who’ve also been doing that are Certifiably Bad People, and if you disagree with me you are being toxically masculine/an abuse apologist because the only possible way I think you could disagree with me is if you defend these Certifiably Bad People,” take isn’t as much of a winner as people must believe it to be, considering how often it gets trotted out.

And this isn’t a one-sided problem. Of course I see this when people try to slander “the transandrophobia community”. But I also see this in arguments against trans-inclusive radical feminism which bring up that the original baeddels ended up having a bunch of horrid personal shit go down (including abuse) as one of the points against all of that as well.

Abusers of all sorts end up everywhere. That does not then end up indicative of that theory of oppression being more or less real or correct or worthwhile.

If you can’t engage with the theory and have to bring up abusers that we’re supposedly “in community with” for simply happening to have the same core belief of, for my two examples here, either “trans men/mascs face a specific form of oppression as a result of the intersection of being trans and a man/masc which is more complex than ‘just the default trans experience’ because default experiences don’t really exist when you look at things intersectionally” or “radical feminism is a good theory of oppression if we remove the part about hating trans women and make their statement of misogyny being the root of all gendered oppression intersectional to trans women’s experiences which then leads to it being transmisogyny which is the root of all gendered oppression”, then I can’t take you seriously.

Whether you’re saying, “transandrophobia is bad because Bad People,” or “trans-inclusive radical feminism is bad because Bad People,” you’re engaging in bad-faith.

And if you are trying to legitimately warn people about people who frequently speak on the same subject as them spreading bigotry or abusing people or anything else, coating that warning with, “and also this is why you need to abandon the theory of oppression that you both happen to speak on or else you’re as bad as them,” feels extremely underhanded and like your warning is meant less as a warning and more as a threat.

[thetorturedbuckydepartment]

chapter six: I think he knows

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!reader

summary: Six months ago, you were appointed to be Head Nurse to the Avengers by Tony Stark. Every day, you count your lucky stars, knowing the horrible past you quickly ditched back in England. It holds you back, restrains you, from getting close to anyone when on your new job.

That's until you met and fell in love with Bucky Barnes. The supposed assassin with a heart of gold, who seems to be eager to get to know you. To peel back your layers piece by piece, but could you trust him once you're laid before him raw and vulnerable?

masterlist

PREVIOUS PART -- CHAPTER FIVE: FUCKING SITUATIONS, CIRCUMSTANCES, MISCOMMUNICATIONS

warnings: language, alcohol consumption, self-deprecation, angst

word count: 1.8k

Taglist: @scott-loki-barnes @cjand10 @blackwidownat2814 @blackbirdwitch22 @laughterafter  @blackhawkfanatic @mcira @bxckybxrnes24 @rachellovesloki @toffeacademia @bean-bean2000 @lana525 @selella

A/N: YAY! first chapter of phase two -- and guys, let me tell you she's juicy. much drama and angst to come! the next part may be super duper short, so the chapter after will come sooner than you think :)

It’s not as painful as you first imagined. The first week was hard, obviously. But when you never heard any of Bucky’s escapades through the wall — you assume he just waits until you fall asleep. Or maybe you’ve just been more tired recently, taking on as much work as you possibly can all to outrun your intense feelings, sprinting like it’s a fucking marathon.

At least he hasn’t caught on. He visits you, after workouts and spar sessions, holding treats and drinks, and even keeps you company when the system is down and you have to file everything by hand. Everything is good, and you’ve managed to dissuade everyone who knows the two of you that you like him. But you do, desperately. Pathetically.

Right now, you’re not focused on all of that. Wanda and Nat have roped you into a girls’ night. And surprisingly, Sharon is there. When Nat disappears to get her favourite bottle of white wine, an awkward silence descends upon the three of you, as even Wanda politely excuses herself to get some snacks. You look everywhere but at Sharon, afraid she’ll say something horrid about you. You pull at your dress and fiddle with your hair, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“I’m so sorry.” Are the words you didn’t expect to hear, at all. Your head shoots up, only to find her staring at you with a truly apologetic look all over her face, red lips pursed in more words still unspoken.

“W—What?” You hate the small stutter in your voice.

“I’ve been a downright bitch to you the entire time you’ve been here. I’ve been unfair. I’m sorry. When you got here, all I saw was that Steve wanted you, and I thought you wanted him too, so I lashed out. But I know now that that’s not the case. And even if you were interested, that gave me no right to take it out on you. If I’m feeling insecure, I should keep it to myself.”

Immediately, your nurturing sense of nature kicks in, ready to reassure her. “Well, no Sharon, you shouldn’t keep insecurities to yourself. There’s definitely healthier ways to go about it…and I’m not excusing you, but I understand it. When you like someone and they seem to have something with someone else…it’s quite crushing. Sometimes you do anything to fill that void, regardless of consequences. I understand.” She smiles at you.

“Thank you. But still, that doesn’t make what I did to you okay, by any standards. I was…I was hoping maybe we could start over? And maybe try to eventually be friends?” Her shy hopefulness gets the best of you. You nod. “Yeah. Of course.” 

This is definitely gonna come back to bite you in the ass.

“Plus, you’re into Bucky now, aren’t you?” She asks, and you’re taken aback. It feels like the narrative you’ve been cultivating for the past month or so has come shattering down. Have you been that obvious? “I can tell by the way you look at him. It’s cute, honestly.” 

You deflect. “Um, I suppose we’re close.” You wring your hands under the table where she can’t see and just like that Nat and Wanda both come barreling back in.

“Oh come on, don’t lie. You’re completely smitten by him.” Nat grins, holding up six bottles of wine. Six? How the hell are we gonna get through that?

“Okay and?” You ditch any pretense, knowing that if Sharon’s figured it out, then there is no point in wearing a mask when everyone knows of the hideous face underneath. “It’s not like he likes me back, so—.”

“So can I ask him out?” Sharon asks, her demeanour entirely changing. Then you realise what she was doing, she was trying to covertly figure out if you and Bucky are actually together, because she wants him.

Of course she does. And even though your heart splinters into a million pieces in your chest, you smile. “Yeah, go for it. Just because I have a tiny crush on him, doesn’t mean others can’t. Go ahead.”

“Do you know where he is now?” You feel the lump in your throat hardening, and refusing to dissolve even though you know you should answer her question, should speak.

“Yeah, he’s sparring with Steve.”

“Oh, I’ll go find him now then. Thank you so much!” She walks around the table and hugs you, and you don’t have it in you to pull away like you so desperately want. 

You don’t say another word until she leaves, then bow your head and let the tears fall. 

Dear God, what chance do you stand now? Sharon is prettier, skinnier than you. How could you even think to compete with her? Her hair is perfect, her body is perfect, her face is perfect. It makes sense. She’s the kind of woman Bucky should go for, who he makes the most sense with. Not you.

Once again, you are close to him, but you’ll never be the one he wants. You don’t register your shoulders shaking until you feel yourself wrapped in a hug. It’s stupidly childish, to be crying like this.

It’s not like she’s trying to steal your boyfriend — she just happens to have a crush on the same man as you. So why are you so distraught?

Because deep down you haven’t let go of hope. That maybe, if you’re nice enough, then Bucky will like you. For your heart. For your soul, for your mind. Maybe, he’ll be drawn to your kindness and generosity, and it’ll win him over. 

He’ll have to compromise with your looks, but…if he liked you enough, wouldn’t it be worth it?

But you forget that someone else who looks like Sharon can also do the exact same. And then, there will be no compromise. He’ll be happier. 

He’ll be happier.

“God, she’s such a bitch.” Wanda says, pulling you out of your thoughts. You lift your head, drying your tears.

“Wanda…you can’t just call women bitches. And she’s not that horrible, she apologised for the stuff she’s done before. She’s braver than me, she can actually ask out the man she likes. Don’t blame her.”

Natasha pulls away, glaring daggers at you. “Girl, you know I love you, but are you fucking blind? She got your guard down, to talk about if you and Bucky are a thing, and then pounced when you said you weren’t. She wanted to see if the rumours were true.” 

Both women pull away from you, sitting down as you wipe your cheeks clean. “What rumours?” Wanda uses her powers to pour you a glass which you down almost immediately, and then Wanda pours you another.

“Haven’t you heard? Word on the block is that you and Bucky are dating.” You sink into yourself, knowing what people must be saying.

“What? Well, we definitely are not, unfortunately for me. We’re just friends—well, I guess everyone’s gonna find out when she asks him out and he says yes.”

“He’s not gonna say yes,” Wanda breathes, laying a gentle hand on your arm.

“You guys don’t know that for sure.”

“We do.” They both chime in unison.

“How?”

“He looks at you like he’d rather gouge his eyes out than not. Plus, he’s well up to date with what Sharon’s done to you. He’s not saying yes. Trust us.”

You nod, deciding to divert the topic. “What about you guys, what’s new with you?”

Natasha tells you about the hot girl she saw at the gym, and Wanda recounts her latest escapade with Vision. The three of you gossip and talk for hours and hours, getting louder and louder as more alcohol enters your systems. 

You’re incredibly drunk as you head back to your room, stumbling in the elevator and giggling over Nat calling Thor’s new long hair “horse-shaped”. To sober you, it makes no sense. But to the inebriated version of you, nothing’s ever been funnier. 

Bucky’s standing outside your door, waiting for you to emerge. “Bucky!” You exclaim, voice full of love and adoration as you fall into his strong arms and warm chest, pressing a noisy kiss to the closest part of him which happens to be his neck. He blushes.

“Dear God, doll. You’ve had a lot to drink haven’t you?” He chuckles, amused. 

“Uh huh. Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be off giving Sharon the pounding of her life or something?” You gaze up at him through your lashes, and this is the precise moment Bucky realises he’s falling in love with you. Flushed, round cheeks, sparkling eyes, and a fondness in your face that nobody else could ever replicate. And that dirty fucking mouth. You’re going to be the death of him.

“What? No. Absolutely not. After what she did to you?” You frown, and fuck he just wants to kiss you so bad. “But why would you let that stop you? She’s so pretty, and she’s so interested. She told me a few hours ago.” You open the door to your room, and he carries you bridal style. You snuggle into him, even as he sets you down. 

You thank your lucky stars you’re not wearing any makeup, so you can bury your face in the pillow all you want. But all you want is Bucky. So beautiful, how can you resist? He watches you, snuggling into the covers. He wants you so bad, it’s ruining his life. 

That’s what it feels like.

You reach for him, just as he plucks up the courage to offer you a half-truth. “Why would I want someone that cruel? And you’re a heck of a lot prettier, doll. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He moves closer to you, to tuck you in up to your chin in this freezing cold night, when your eyes crack open and you latch onto his arm.

“Please don’t go, Buck. Don’t leave me. I love you.” You pout, and tears escape you, disappearing into your hairline. He brushes them away, and the contrast of his hot and cold hands has your eyes flutter.

“You love me?” He chuckles again, because you’re just too damn cute. He quickly takes a picture and sets it as his lock screen, too enamoured by you to resist.

“Of course. You’re my best friend, and I love all my friends. Just—Will you please get over here? It’s fucking freezing.” Bucky quickly jumps under the covers, facing towards you and pulls you in. Your shivering subsides immediately, wrapped in his warm chest and his metal arm.

“I love you too.” He whispers, and you hum in agreement, not knowing the double meaning those four simple words carry.

You drift off peacefully, dreaming once again of desire-filled blue eyes, and a smile graces your face.

NEXT PART

[shiny-kaibernyte]

Hiii! How's going? ^^ i hope you're doing good!

I honestly don't know if you're currently accepting requests but can i ask for a mondo x Fem!reader where they go to a party they didn't want to join in the first place?

Probably a fancy birthday party made my Leon or something XP

The reader must be short and chubby, she's introverted and is easiky flustered around Mondo being her crush since a while (same for him Btw, our boys sucks with girlies after all) <3

I hope i didn't ask much 🙏

This idea is super cute! I tried to stick to the prompt as best I could however I prefer not to use body images as I like my stories to be available to all audiences regardless of what they look like, or identify as! If you really want me to do exactly as you asked please please please! Let me know through msg or on this post and I will make a second version..

Warnings: Swearing, Leon being Leon

Another Party | Mondo x Reader

Parties are not Mondo's thing. He is so used to attending them thanks to his gang always dragging him to their celebrations, that he’s basically numb to them. Only ever standing against a wall watching the events go on in silence. The loud music, drunken rambles around him and the cheering when someone gets rowdy on a table is basically white noise to him. His vision is just blurry everywhere except directly in front of him. Aka the window he is staring out of or the very interesting lamp he sees. Mondo often ignores people outright if they try to talk to him, sometimes going as far as to knock them out if they get to testy with him. And yes, they go down on the first punch, Mokoto can confirm.

But you, you're different. With you, he listens. He always listens to you. 

It was so rare for you to even consider going to a party let alone actually going! Staying inside with a good book, podcast, movie or just a nice bit of background noise whilst you will time with hobbies and craft passions, a party was a horrid thing. So when Leon sent you a rather; blunt text one Friday morning about a party he was throwing for Maizono’s something or other, it's hard to keep track. You often ignore his text completely, throwing your phone to one side to deal with later.

Something that wasn’t very rare was Mondo texting you during Leon’s party. You’d always know one was on thanks to the extreme social media presence Leon has, and a sudden “Sup” text from Mondo every time he attends the baseballer’s get to gethers. Texting you was really the only way Mondo stopped himself going crazy, he’d much weather call you but loud noises and all, not a good match on the phone.

So when Mondo was attending Leon’s latest ‘little’ gathering, he was surprised to see you were yet to respond to his text after an hour. What surprised him even more was when Leon didn’t come up to him drunk for the first time, the ginger was stone cold sober. The amount of questions that popped into Mondo’s head was concerning, the stare he was giving Leon even more so. But what surprised him the most was you. Actually you in the flesh, sitting on a sofa leaning forward, headphone wire hanging down. A book in your hand. No one else seemed to even care you were there, Bumping into your chair which didn’t seem to phase you in your solitary bubble.

Mondo just stared at you, unsure he was actually seeing you. Did he actually go insane? Were you at a social gathering? A LEON social gathering?

“Maizono brought them here.”

“The hell?” Mondo snapped his head to the side as Leon’s voice slashed his rambling thoughts. 

Leon chuckled lightly, an untouched drink in his hand, elbow leaning on the wall beside the much taller man. “I said, Maizo brought them here per my request. I didn’t actually think they’d show up, then again I did see Mizo actually dragging them by the arm here so that has to account for something.”

“Maizo brought them?” Mondo questioned again, now turning fully to Leon, arms folded in a quizitive way, unsure he even believes what Leon just said. It sounds nothing like you to let Maizono just drag you here without a good reason.

“Yeah, that's what I just said. You going deaf or something?” The ginger only emphasised the point by sticking his finger in his ear acting like he was cleaning it before continuing. “Apparently Maizono convinced them to come, I am under strict instructions not to drink until you talk to them. Something about a crush and needing to capture the interaction I don't know.”

Now Mondo just looked like a confused guard dog staring at an idiot. “You are only sober right now because the pop princess over there said I needed to be social… Me? Talking?”

“Ah ah noooo. Not Social social. You just have to talk to them.” Leon spreads his free arm out wide, almost opening a curtain on you, who is still happily engaged in your book, the rustling of the party having moved mostly to the kitchen, leaving just you, Mondo, Leon and a couple random people Leon knows.

“Why do I need to talk to them? We talk all the time? You got a problem with me!?” Mondo’s sudden defensive tone caught Leon off guard, when did he imply this was a bad thing.

Alright Leon, defuse the situation, “Nah man, I mean talk talk. Not through text or calls. Actually go up to them and talk.”

“The fuck? What are you getting at?” An icy glare followed Mondo’s words, standing up straight with a step forward. An act to pressure Leon into spilling what he actually means, This dance of words only pisses the biker off.

“Look Maizono told me to say that. I don’t know, I'm just following orders, ask her if you wanna know I'm just the messenger.” Throwing his hands up in defence. Seems even he has no idea what Maizono told him to do. It seems he was about to continue when something distracted Leon’s attention, causing him to shove past Mondo in a hurried manner. “HEY PUT THAT DOWN THAT IS NOT FOOD!”

Well now he had no choice but to actually talk to you. Mondo has no problem with it, in fact he loves talking to you, over the phone. Being with you in person makes him nervous, his hands shake in anticipation, he stumbles over his words more than my cat does on the stairs; his face goes flush anytime he looks at you, eye contact or not. Why does his neck suddenly itch, oh this lamp suddenly looks even more interesting than before. This poor man's heart races out of his chest just being near you, it drives him mad. Talking to you over text or phone, he doesn't have to worry, he can’t see your face, he can’t stare at you, following your reactions and expressions. Your hand gestures. Your smile when you get excited. How you cling to his arm whenever you see a cute cat in the street. Wait, why does he remember that and when did he start standing in front of you.

His shadow was what caught your attention. “Mondo?”

“Shit.” That was all he said, staring down at you. If these lights weren’t so damn colourful, you would see the bright red blush painted on his face. And the same one mimicked on your face.

“Can i.. Help you?” Taking out one earphone to ask the question. A head tilt emphasising your confusion. In a weird way, you hoped he came over by accident, that way you wouldn’t feel like an idiot if you tried to talk to him. Your words already came out in mumbled riddles, but with the combined sound of your heartbeat thumping away like drums in your ears and the light nervous sweat causing your fingers only made it worse.

“Shit eye contact.” Mondo crouched down in front of you, seemingly connecting the way he loomed over you just then, even though you didn’t quite catch what he said. For a while he just stared at you, and you him, a shell slowly wanting to close in on you before Mondo caught onto your discomfort. “I can go…? If you want.”

“NO!” Well that was blunt

“Okay i won't’. You alright there Owl?” Mondo jokes, a rare chuckle leaving his lips followed by his nickname for you. The blush now burning on your face, as you made a desperate attempt to hide away in this invisible shell. Owl was what he called you whenever he tried to lighten the mood, a nickname he gave you the first time he texted you at 4am and realised you were a night owl. Or at least sometimes were. “What are you doing?”

“Hm? Oh I'm just listening to music, I was reading this book but it's not that interesting to be honest… Maybe a party wasn’t the best place to start a new book?” Your nervous chuckle only made Mondo smile, an expression you could barely make out in the light.

“Yeah, probably not.” Mondo agreed, “If you're uncomfortable tell me to go, I can feel your hands shaking through your sleeves.”

“Oh um no I'm just.. Cold! Yeah that's it! Cold…” Why was that what you thought of? Couldn't just say you want him to say no, had to pick a reason and cold was the reason. The embarrassment washed over you so fast it almost gave you whiplash, your only source of defence was to hide in your hands, leaning forwards slightly to do so. That’s when you felt something slightly heavy fall onto your shoulders, draped across your back. Mondo’s jacket.

“Better?” Mondo asked, running his hand across his neck as you became painfully aware he's in a vest and you just unintentionally stole his jacket from him. 

“Wait i didn’t- This isn’t- I didn’t”

“Relax Owl, I'm fine, The cold never bothered me anyway.” Mondo smirked, wait, that's his joking face. Did he…?

“Was that a frozen joke?” Disappointment laced your voice as you cocked an eyebrow up, now it was his turn to be embarrassed, turning his head away in shame. “I'm not upset… I'm just disappointed?”

“Still better than Leon’s though?” Mondo questioned, placing a hand on your knee, something neither of you even clocked he’d done. Too busy smiling at the stupid moment you both shared, his frozen joke, you tripping over words, the fact his jacket was so comfy. It just made you feel all bubbly inside, And him the same.

“Always. Thanks Mondo… I’m glad you're here. This… party would have been awful without you.” As the words left your lips, you slightly leaned forward, a hand making its way to his shoulder, another action neither of you noticed.

“Well the party is mostly in the room next door, Leon started Beer pong and now it's a competition between Aoi and Akane.”

 

“That sounds like them…” You smiled, taking out the other earphone, feeling a lot more comfortable than before.

“Been catching parts of the conversations next door. Seems Aoi is winning.” Mondo reciprocated the smile, leaning on his elbow, hand having now migrated to your own. “You wanna go? There's a movie on i thought you'd like”

“Can I get a slushie!?” That got your full attention, perking up like a cat to chicken. 

“Of course, it's on me” The puppy dog eyes he gave at your smile was heart-warming. “You can keep my coat by the way, it's pretty cold out there.”

[themuseinthewoods]

Daughter of Warriors-Chapter seventeen: Back to the shire

(the masterlist)

Amira was ruthlessly teased by the twins who had hidden and overheard the whole interaction. It was why she showed up to dinner with them in tow and a scowl on her face. Gandalf was quickly informed of what happened and his eyes twinkled wisely at her.

Elrond raised his eyebrows at the trio but disregarded it. It was to be Amira and Bilbos last night here before setting out for the shire with Gandalf. “Don’t run into any trolls.” Glorfindel told her. “I know you have a fantastic pain tolerance but those bruises were horrid.” Linder backed the elven lord up. “You really do have to accept help more often and more willingly.” Amira stared guilty down at the fruit on her plate. 

Growing up with the elves she had gotten hurt more than anyone else she lived with because she was human and humans are clumsy, tripping and being bruised, being scraped by branches, all things perfectly normal for a mortal child. Seeing the elves rarely harmed, Amira assumed it was normal to be unharmed and developed a habit of not mentioning her smaller scraps and bruises.

When she learned that she could be fine she developed a habit of not mentioning even the bigger things. She began to feel guilty, asking for help when most of the time the people that sought out or needed the house’s on healing at Rivendell for very ill or injured people. Even now as she was older, she still fought with the voices in her head telling her unless she was dying she did not need it. 

Bilbo listened in confusion, he had only understood half of the words spoken and shook his head, focusing back on his plate.

There was a seven minute goodbye exchanged between each of her elven ‘kin’ and she still was wished well by many, many other elves on the way out of the fair valley. “Isn’t it a lovely place, papa?” She sighed contentedly. “I'm sad it's over.” She said after a few minutes. “Your first quest?” Bilbo questioned, watching her and Gandalf stuff their pipes and light them, all while still maintaining control of their horses. “Aye.” She blew smoke into the air and Gandalf turned it into a lot of butterflies. Bilbo shook head at the phrase she had picked up from the dwarves, and accepted the pipe his daughter handed him.

“My first quest, one of many already had adventures.” She blew another cloud of smoke into the air. “I think I’ll explore for a while. I don’t know if I can do this sorta thing again for a while.” Blibo raised his eyebrows and wiggled his nose in surprise. “I thought this was exactly your sort of thing, I assumed you would be off doing it all the time.” 

Amira sighed very heavily. “I do not think I could emotionally do it.” Privately she knew that her company became a part of her family and she didn’t think she wanted to have another adventure that was so very intense. Perhaps she would go to Gonder or Rohan, roam the forests of Fangorn and Greenwood the Great now that evil had been driven from there. Climb the blue mountains or the Iron hills and visit the dwarves there.

All of it sounded very grande. Perhaps she could go everywhere, after all her life would be fairly short wouldn’t it? Those thoughts were quickly tossed to the side as Gandalf pointed out where they had buried the troll treasure and they loaded up the three creatures with gold and silver. They decided to walk the rest of the way, it was easy going. The weather was fair and the two arrived back in the shire fairly soon after, finding a rummage sale going on in the bag-end. “Oi!” Amira yelled. Startling all the hobbits present. “He needs that stuff ya bastards!” She stomped up and began giving orders. “You two, return the money and get the stuff back. Don't get an attitude with me! I have a sword sir and I just spent the past year learning to be stubborn by the most stubborn dwarf on the planet, you will not win that one. Hey! Lobelia Sackville-baggins, you bring back those spoons!” 

Bilbo was very grateful for his daughter. She managed to get back most of Bilbo’s belongings. She stayed with her father for a year to help him get settled. She would return often to the shire. She did manage to travel all over Middle Earth over the course of the years and visited everywhere she wished, using Rivendell, the Shire and Erebor as her bases.

(the masterlist)

[doe-eyed-fool]

Prey | Chapter Twenty |

A horribly uncomfortable heat was the first thing you felt. You could hear the sounds of what you recognized as the hustle and bustle of city life. People talking, car horns beeping, music playing, so on and so forth. Were you outside? Out in the city? But how?

The last thing you remembered was dragging yourself upstairs after...

Your eyes shot wide open as you gasp loudly. You sat upright, and that's when your surroundings made itself clear to you. All around you, were monstrous creatures.

You scream and crawl away backwards, accidently bumping into another one of those horrid things.

"Hey! Watch it!"

You yell again and scramble to stand up and run as far away from those things as fast as you could. But everywhere you turned was another monster, every one of them looking at you like you were fresh from the nuthouse.

What is happening? We're you dreaming? You had to be. You must be having some sort of terrible nightmare. Why else were you seeing these things?

Finally you reached an empty alleyway and hid yourself in it. You panted hard, trying to catch your breath. "Wake up! Please wake up!" You cried, moving your hand to pinch yourself. As your hand came into view, another scream left you.

Claws. You had claws! And was that...fur!?

You look down at your hands and arms, more fur could be seen. You look around frantically for a mirror or anything that could show your reflection. Finally you came across a puddle of water. You hesitated for a moment, afraid that if you looked, you'd be just like one of those creatures.

But you did look.

And your fears were confirmed. You were indeed a monster. Your face was similar, aside from it and your whole body being covered in fur. Even your hair was similar. But atop of your head, were two fluffy ears that resembled a deer's. You looked over your shoulder, you even had a tail to match. To top it all off, you even had a few spots here and there.

You slowly turn your head towards the entrance of the alleyway. Reluctantly, you started your way out of it. And it was then you took the time to fully take in just where you were. A warped and demonic take on a city, to the buildings and right down to the "people" who walked the streets.

You looked up, and there was the bright glow of a pentagram that stared back at you. That was the final nail on the coffin. You finally understood what was really happening. You were not dreaming. This was not a nightmare. Everything you saw, everything you felt, everything that was happening all around you, was real.

You had died, and awoken in the pits of Hell.

Hell had been entirely different than you thought it would be. For instance, there was far less fire than one would imagine. Unless it was made from one of the many pyromaniacs and arsonists around here, of course.

And thought you've never met him in person, and hopefully you won't ever, the devil himself was far different than everyone had depicted him. He wasn't a little red man who carried a pitchfork. Though, the horns and tail were a very real thing.

And the suffering, that was of course always to be expected. Rarely had you seen a genuinely happy person down here. Everywhere you turned, there was someone miserable. A frown, a scowl. It was Hell after all, why wouldn't that be the normal?

You yourself, were amongst the unhappy crowd. Even more so, once he made himself known to all of the Pride Ring.

Even in death, you were haunted by him. His voice only aided in your eternal ache and yearning. But truthfully, you could not say you didn't think you'd ever see him again. After everything he's done during his living days, Hell was fated to be his final destination.

You only wished you could ignore his voice. And sure, you could keep away from radios. But his...special broadcasts were hard to ignore.

It disgusted you. He disgusted you. Even in death, he continued his heinous ways. Reveling in the suffering and agony of those around him, and displaying such wickedness for all to hear. But honestly, what would you expect? He said it himself after all.

'I was sure there was no sanity left in me. And maybe there isn't. I have no intentions on stopping.'

You could hear it in his voice anytime those broadcasts start. How utterly twisted his mind has become, worse, far worse than before.

Alastor, The Radio Demon.

There wasn't a sinner around who didn't know that name. And God have mercy on the soul who had the misfortune of crossing his path. You swore you'd never be in the place of those who've ever met him. But not out of fear.

And you've done everything in your power to keep it that way. It's been well over eight whole decades since you've arrived here, and you've yet to catch Alastor's eye.

However, luck seemed to be in your favor. For the last seven years, Alastor had seemingly disappeared. Many suspected he were dead. You should have been relived, but you felt that same sting you felt from so long ago.

You hated yourself for feeling this way. After everything he's done, and how he's lied to you for so long, you should be over the moon that he's gone.

But you weren't...

You lived out your life down here with that feeling for so long. Though you've tried to distract yourself with whatever you could, and make the best out of your afterlife.

You've managed to get by on small jobs here and there, keeping food on your table and a roof over your head. During your time here, you were offered the same job you had when you were alive. Singing. Offered that job by Mimzy.

That was quite the shock to you, seeing Mimzy down here when her time came. And her did time came fast. Couldn't have been more than a few months after you died, when she arrived.

You didn't want to know, and Mimzy would not say just exactly what got her a ticket down here. But you refused her offer anyhow. You just couldn't find any point in singing. Singing once brought you joy, it reminded you of such good times.

But now? Now it was just depressing. It brought you no joy, so why bother?

After that day, you kept in very little touch with Mimzy. She was doing just fine without you. She started up another lounge, and as far as you know, it was doing fairly well. Good for her, you suppose.

Today, you would be looking for a new job. The last one didn't work out too well. Your boss was rather, sleezy. Reminded you of the very first boss you had. And because of that, you quickly became irritable and impatient.

One too many perverted comments, and the next thing you know, you're stabbing him in the eye with a ball point pen.

Needless to say, you were fired and rent was coming up soon. So, you needed to find a job fast.

You grab your hooded overcoat and hurried out of the door of your apartment. You lift the hood up over your head, ignoring how uncomfortable your ears felt being pressed against your head, and start down the street.

So far you had little to no luck finding somewhere decent hiring. You've looked for hours and still nothing. You began to fear you'd have to resort to placing your body on display for the sickos who frequent brothels and strip clubs.

While dreading the thought, you accidently bump into someone. Your hood falling back in the process. "Oh, I'm sor-" Your breath caught in your throat as you realize just who it was you ran into.

Of all the Overlords you could have crossed paths with it just had to be him.

His screen buzzed in annoyance before suddenly calming. His irritation now replaced with a casual grin. "Well, hello there." When you didn't respond right away, he took hold of your hand and raised it to his lips. "Has anyone told you, you have the perfect face for television?"

You clear your throat and offer as genuine a smile as you could. "Is that right? Well, thank you very much." You say, not wanting to piss off the Overlord before you. "Again, I am very sorry for bumping to you like that. Excuse me." You try and move past, however, he wouldn't let you get far.

"Hey, what's the rush?" He asks smoothly. "Somewhere to be?" You nod. "Yes, I'm trying to apply for a job."

"Is that right? Well, look no further, my dear. The name's Vox, though I'm sure you already knew that." You were handed a card with a number on it. "As I said, you have a face that just screams 'stardom'. Why don't you come work for me?" Vox says with a smirk.

No way in literal Hell were you going to do that. This had to be some sort of trick, just a way for him to take your soul.

"I'm sorry." You say hesitantly. "But I don't think I'm television material. I'm not very tech savvy as it is so..." You trailed off. It was true. You had only just recently gotten a cellphone, though you rarely use it. Your lifestyle had only made a few changes since the modern era of technology blossomed within Hell.

It was just too much for you to keep up with, it all happened so quickly. Especially when Vox came around.

"I'm not much of an actor either. So I'll have to decline." You tell him, handing the card back to him. Vox only chuckles. "Jobs don't come very easy around here. And you seem like a decent woman, I'm sure you prefer to stay away from the more...lustful crowd." Vox turns away from you. "My offer still stands. Not everyone gets opportunities like this, my dear. Give it some thought, at least. See you around." He says before walking off.

'Hopefully not.' You think to yourself. You then look at the card and sigh before pocketing it. You knew you couldn't afford to be picky, but there had to be some better options.

You just have to keep looking. That's all.

After a long day of searching, you returned home empty handed. And for days after that, you still looked and failed to find much of anything. Either no one was hiring, the pay was too little, or the job itself demanded skills you couldn't give.

Rent was due two days ago, and you were still jobless. Eventually your landlord had threatened to kick you out if you didn't cough up some money within the next twenty four hours. It seemed all was hopeless, it was either being homeless or selling your body.

Right now, you couldn't decide what was worse...

And that damn card you left sitting on your nightstand, mocking you anytime you saw it. You did have a third option. Work for a untrustworthy Overlord who most likely wants nothing from you other than your soul.

But you'd have money, you'd have a place to sleep.

You groan and lay flat on your back on the bed, hands covering your face. Your eyes glance at your wedding ring. Yes, even now after so many years, you still kept it on.

You sigh heavily before reaching for the card on your nightstand and dialing the number. You knew you were going to regret this, but what other choice did you have?

The Vee's territory was filled to the brim with demons of all kinds of depravity. You kept your gaze focused on nothing in particular, taking great care to not look at anyone directly. As in the past, you've been approached by...less desirable folk.

But you suppose should get use to walking these streets on the way to your new job from now on. Speaking of your new job, Vox never specified exactly what you'd be doing. But he did make two promises. One, you wouldn't be working in the same field as his business partner.

That was actually one of your biggest conditions. You knew how Valentino was, it'd be in your absolute best interest to stray as far away from that path as you possibly could.

And two, you'd be making quite a bit of money. And really, you needed money more than anything else at the moment. You just hoped whatever it was that Vox would have you be doing was fairly tolerable.

You walked inside of the Vee Tower and approach the receptionist desk. Not bothering to look up at you, she spoke. "Name and business." She says with a less than interested tone.

"Y/n, I'm here to see Vox, please." You tell her. She sighed. "Do you have an appointment? If not I can't let you in, ma'am. Mr. Vox is a very busy man." Your ear twitched, biting back your irritation you speak as civil as you could.

"I do ma'am." You say before setting the card Vox had given you on the desk. The woman rolled her eyes before pressing one of the buttons on the telephone. "Mr. Vox, a 'Y/n' is here to see you."

'Great! Send her up!' Came Vox's voice from the other line. The woman motioned her hand towards the elevator. You gave her a insincere smile before walking past her. "Bitch..." You say under your breath once you were out of ear shot.

Once inside the elevator you pressed the top button on the panel. As the elevator went higher, so did your nerves. You fiddled with your fingers as you watched each button light up as you went past each floor.

Finally, the elevator came to a stop, the doors opened with a 'ding!'. You took a few steps out and looked around. Vox's office was not the typical one. Looking down made you a bit uneasy, as there was a huge drop beneath the floor into what looked like a shark pit.

You snap your head back up an took slow steps along the floor. When you were close enough, Vox spun around in his chair and greeted you with a smile. "There she is! My future star!"

You smiled weakly. "Right about that. What exactly am I going to be doing?" You ask. "Well, you've got the looks that for sure. I'd definitely have you in a setting where plenty of people can see you. But looks can only get you so far." Vox explains. "Tell me, is there anything you're specifically good at?"

You hesitated to say this, but it could make the difference of being homeless or not. "Um, well...I use to perform when I was alive."

"Oh?" Vox smirks. "Singing." You tell him.

"Perfect!" Vox stood. "Now do forgive me if this comes off as offensive to you, dear. But based on how you dress and act, I assume you're from an older generation? Right?"

In all your time in Hell, you stuck to the fashion of your era. And surprisingly, there were a few stores that actually carried said fashion. It didn't take a genius to guess what time period you came from.

"Yes, that's right." You nod. "Even better!" Vox clasps his hands together. "Ok, listen. I'm going to level with you. My company has pretty much made it's way into every soul in the city's life somehow. But there are a select few who refuse to even look our way, so, I figured there had to be some way to reach them as well. Then it hit me, what better way to reach the older generation, than with one of their own?"

"I'm not sure I follow..." You mutter. Vox places a hand on your shoulder. "How would feel about performing again? What, you sang in lounges right? I can have one of those made in no time." Your eyes stray away from him. "Well..." You knew it could be better for you in the long run. No more worrying about paying rent, or when your next meal would be.

"I can tell you're a little unsure about this. But..." Vox stepped away from you and picked up a tablet from his desk, on the screen was a contract. "Trust me. I can make all your troubles disappear. Working for me, will be the best thing that's ever happened to you."

"Can I read it first?" You ask hesitantly, not wanting to upset him. Vox shrugs and hands you the tablet. You took great care to read through the contract, looking for anything that could mean giving away your soul. When you found nothing, you glance up at Vox.

"You're not doing this to get my soul?" You asked. Vox smirked. "My dear, I'm not hurting for souls. With that prick gone, I currently hold top spot within the Overlords." You knew who he was talking about, but you chose not to dwell on it.

You stare at the screen for a moment before exhaling. You rose your finger and sign your name along the line at the bottom.

"Welcome to VoxTek, Y/n."

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