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hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha · 5 months

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Ours to love forever.

Hantengu clones × Fem!Reader [Yandere]

Part two.

Y/N = Your Name

Synopsis: 𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎��𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝.

Warnings: manipulation, gaslighting(?), BLOOD, eating people (that includes a baby as well, fellas), coddling, isolation, monophobia, stalking, reader is naive and too sweet for her own good (T^T), suffering :D

You were warned.

This morning was rather... peculiar. The weather was pleasant, but the burning sun created a rather tiring atmosphere. At least, that's what happening to the sweet woman doing the groceries. Poor little Y/N doing all this work alone? Everyone saw that she was married. The absolute sweetheart of her village. The sleeves of her kimono indicated she is married. But the question with most is: When? When did dear Y/N marry and who is the lucky man? Well, it's quite complicated.

"Thank you!" Says Y/N before putting in the fruits and vegetables in her wicker basket. Suddenly however, she was approached by one of her male acquaintances whom she hadn't seen in so many months. However, instead of him being greeted by her bright, sweet smile and her infamous warm embrace, he was met with a nervous smile, jumpy body language and distance. "Y/N? What's wrong? It's me, Asuka!" The poor man is already dead, he just doesn't know it. But why is he already dead?

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Far from the average human line of sight, in a near forest, are four interesting individuals. One in a tree in the East, eyeing his woman like a hawk. One in the North, glaring at the man who approached his woman. Another in the West, clearly eyeing the poor man with vitriolic glee. And the final one is in the South, his cold eyes simply scan the man's every movement. In short. Demons. Muzan's demons who had been given permission to keep their human spouse as long as they do what they were ordered to by Muzan. Now, which of Muzan's demons would Muzan himself grant the luxury of keeping anything human related to themselves merely for their own enjoyment? Satisfaction? That type of treatment is very likely to be reserved for an Upper Moon demon. Yes, the Upper Four, Hantengu. The tale of how they met is quite interesting, but right now, neither of the Hantengus seem happy that their woman is being addressed by a man. Hell, even looking is a crime in their demented eyes.

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Meanwhile, the woman tries to run away from the conversation that she had with the poor man. "Hey, wait a minute, listen! Why aren't you writing to your old friend anymore? Did I do something wrong?" Oh how she wanted to tell him that he did nothing wrong. He hadn't done anything in the slightest. But it was the wrath of her husbands she feared. "N... No! You did nothing wrong, I just have places to be! I-I'm sorry!" So Y/N simply rushes away. She had gotten everything she needed anyways. Y/N takes the path that all four of her beyond insane husbands had told her to take and that would be the forest. With a slight anxious gulp, the woman entered the forest, the thick branches and many leaves providing shade and preventing any sunlight from entering. And that's finally when she heard it. The flapping of wings and a shrill cackle. She freezes in her spot, a bit of fear beginning to cloud her mind, but she remains calm knowing that they would never harm her. "Hi..." She instantly flinched and whipped her whole body around where she is met with the face of one of her husbands. Soon enough, the other three join and as usual faster than she can even register her own blinking. "Hello, dears." She greets with a small nervous smile, staring down the large frames of her four inhuman husbands. It's just them in this shaded forest.

"Why are you nervous...?" Aizetsu asks before grabbing her waist and pulling her close to his eerily cold body. "Indeed! Why? We'd never hurt our beloved!" Says Urogi who finally approaches her properly and buries his face into her neck so that he could inhale her scent. The moment seemed sweet until the gruff and vexed voice of none other than Sekido rung out in a painfully calm tone signalling that he was not in the mood for any meaningless excuses. "And would you like to explain who that thing was?" She felt a cold chill run down her spine while being in the arms of Aizetsu, who had an iron grip on her small body, but not nearly enough to cause her any form of discomfort. For a prolonged moment, Y/N said nothing, all that was heard and felt was the rather warm breeze and the sound of the leaves swaying together in a gentle manner. It's almost as if they themselves pity the powerless woman and produce the calming sounds of nature, though when surrounded by such terrifyingly powerful creatures, nature can only do so much. "We just want to know who that man was, sweet thing! He just seemed like someone suspicious for our delicate little lady and we just want to make sure you're safe and sound!" Karaku, who had already snatched the small woman away from Aizetsu and lifted her up in his arms bridal style, said so convincingly, yet there was a clear malicious undertone to his reasoning. His deep emerald eyes with constricted pupils stared straight into hers as if warning her to say something before they force it out of her. His smile unchanging. Sadly, she only thought that this was an extreme form of caring which, lightly put, is.

Feeling his cold chest on her soft cheek and his piercing stare, she had no choice but to speak. She was doing this out of guilt, feeling as if she's being ungrateful for not telling her husbands, who merely want to keep her safe. "He's a simple acquaintance of mine... My friend's friend." Y/N finally answers with a shy smile. Sekido however, did not like the idea of any man or woman even speaking to his wife. Urogi had noticed that Sekido was going to go off and quickly spoke up. Despite that unchanging, mischievous grin, and his joyous personality, he himself found not a hint of amusement in what she said. "Oh, but my songbird, we told you many, many times that no man is allowed to approach, much less even speak to you! You know we're only doing this because of the horrors we've seen humanity cause. We're over two centuries old! We know everything!" The tone of his voice remained the same, but his words express clear dissatisfaction. Now she felt an overwhelming amount of guilt for having disobeyed them. ["Why did I have to speak to him? Am I ungrateful?"] She wondered to herself while bearing an expression of deep shame. ["You disappointed them! They do everything for you and only ask one thing in return!"] The guilt of her simple mistake is causing her to feel cornered, just how they want her to be. Karaku's grin widens at her expression of shame, knowing he and his clone brethren have her wrapped around their fingers. She's so easy to break.

"So why, pray tell, did you speak to that man, Y/N? You know we don't like disobedience and punishment is something all of us wish to avoid. However, it would only be fair for you to understand your mistake..." Aizetsu's, expression had gone from solemn to stern and so had his voice. Y/N on the other hand, accepted that and would let them drag her home so that she could receive her punishment.

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The punishment? Isolation. Which is what brings her here now in the cold, dark room, with only a futon and a candle light. The clones know she fears being alone more than anything. The fear of being in danger with no one to help is what scares her and even when in the comfort of her own home, she needs someone to be there with her. For the first few hours, all went well. She was fine. Until she wasn't. It started off as silent tears and sniffles, before that would turn into crying and eventually, her hitting the door to let her out. "I'm sorry! I promise I'll never talk to any man again! Please let me out! Please!" Her fearful sobs would continue and so would the banging on the locked door. The clones? Nowhere to be seen except for one. Urogi. In case she were to sneak out of her punishment and possibly the house, he would be there to catch her and put her right back. The sound of her sobs and her begging for forgiveness made him smile with sadistic glee. However, he feels as if she had not learned her lesson yet, so he would keep her there until the clones' return.

Which leads us to them stalking the unfortunate man's house. Asuka was going to suffer a horrible, horrible fate. "How shall we kill him?" Karaku asked while gently swaying his uchiwa though the air. Aizetsu, who observed with clear jealous eyes, looked at Sekido for a moment. He too is curious to know how they would put an end to the man who dared to speak to his wife. Sekido, though not the nicest of the quartet, cracked a small smile for just a moment. "Mutilation." The sound of that was very enticing. Without wasting another second, the three of them entered Asuka's house with blinding speed. They had already known where of the house he was and that was the bedroom... with a child. A baby. This would be more fun. Seconds later, they're infront of the shōji door where Asuka, who was playing with his child, could be heard. (Death incoming)

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One second, Asuka was a happy father. The next, he was a headless body bleeding out before his infant child, with three extremely jealous demons feeding off of his corpse. Sekido was the first one to acknowledge the child's presence as well. Well, they've killed one, might as well go for two.

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Hours later, Sekido, Karaku and Aizetsu return. All three are covered in blood but now bear expressions of satisfaction. "Ah, you're back already!" Urogi exclaims, immediately flying down to them. The four immediately entered the house where they would walk up to the room they had locked Y/N in. Urogi explained in detail how she cried and pleaded to be let out. Karaku couldn't help but laugh evilly at his joyous counterpart's little story. Aizetsu felt a little sad at that fact, but he thought it necessary for her to learn. As for Sekido, he simply huffed in response. "Good. That means she's learned her lesson." Just then, they arrive. They open the door to the dark room and are surprised she's not just laying in the middle in her futon. However, Aizetsu quickly spots her curled up and laying in the corner of the room. He and Sekido are the first to approach her. It's clear she had cried for hours on end, her eyes made that much obvious. "I hope you've learned your lesson, wife." The rings on the khakkhara rattle as he hits the floor once. Karaku kneels down next to her stroking her tear stained cheek while smiling like a maniac. Aizetsu kneels down as well, but caresses her hair, his expression more depressed than usual. The final clone waits for them to finish before picking her up bridal style and pampering her with affection. "Believe me, this hurt us more than it did you." His smile said otherwise. All she could do was stare blankly at whatever entered her line of sight. It was torture, but everytime, it would end the same. Sekido sighs heavily before silently telling Urogi to take her out of the room and bring her to their shared room where they would pamper her and treat her like a queen, as if they hadn't let her endure hours of silent torture. "We love you, dear. We'll never let you go." Covered by Urogi's wing, kissed and praised by Karaku, cuddled by Aizetsu, and worshipped by Sekido.

"I have a question I want to ask you." She had already melted into the affection so easily. Y/N looks up wondering what he wanted to ask.

"Would you like to bear us a child?"

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♧A/N☆

Well that was rather dark ( ._.)

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cosmicflw3rr · 11 days

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I NEED A FIC WHERE READER GETS HURT DURING RHEAS MATCH AT RINGSIDE AND DOM GETS ALL PROTECTIVE AND STUFF

care for me.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: getting injured was the worst thing that could’ve possibly happened to you at this stage in your career. dealing with the injury alone was impossible, you needed to let someone care for you. he was that someone.

A/N: this oness longgg😭😭 I got carried away guys I’m sorry😔 and I also kinda don’t like this but yea, I changed it a bit so I’m sorry if it’s not what you were looking for😔😔.

you were about to preform your finisher, a corkscrew senton from off the top rope. you had practiced it countless times and knew that you could pull it off, but it was still nerve-wracking every time. as you looked around at the crowd, the cheers and chants grew louder and more intense, urging you on. you could feel their energy coursing through you, giving you the strength and courage to take the leap.

as asuka rose to her feet, so did you. spotting a gap, you launched into a flip. but as you were about to collide with asuka, she sidestepped. you feet hit the ground with a jolt, a sharp cry escaping you as pain spiked through your right leg.

you crumpled to the floor, gripping your leg tightly, tears streaming down from the intense pain. the referee rushed over, bombarding you with a flurry of questions.

"are you okay?" overwhelmed, you could only respond with your actions, nodding before your voice could catch up. "can you continue the match?" once more, you managed to nod in, despite knowing you should've told him to end the match and acknowledged the pain, you stayed silent.

the referee stepped away, and asuka approached you, yanking you up by your hair hair before shoving you down. you winced, your hand instinctively reaching for your leg. she then snatched your leg away from you and delivered a kick that had you crying in pain.

she kicked your leg again, before locking it into a single leg boston crab. the pain was unbearable, and you found yourself tapping out frantically, your screams echoing in the air.

tears streamed down your face as you pleaded for her to stop. the referee quickly intervened, in an attempt to get her to cease the hold.

"get her off! get her off!" you pleaded with the referee, screaming for him to help you. finally, he managed to separate her from you, but the damage had already been done.

as asuka dancing around to her music, you gripped your hurt leg, tears streaming down. the ref assisted you to sit up, bombarding you with questions that your mind just couldn’t comprehend.

overwhelmed by the pain in your leg, the cheers, and the barrage of questions from the referees, “I can’t move it!” you cried out in frustration, “I can’t move it!!”

"listen," the ref urged, your sobs hushing as you looked at him. "we gotta take you to the medics."

"get dominik, please," you pleaded, your tears subsiding as you covered your face.

"I understand, but we need to get you medical attention first." the referee said, then another ref arrived, both assisting you to your feet.

they supported you out of the ring and onto the floor, your right leg lifted to avoid touching the ground. the audience applauded as you slowly but surely headed backstage.

when you guys reached the medical, the carefully set on the exam table, a wince escaping you as you shifted for comfort. “someone please get dom.” you told them as more tears escaped your eyes.

———

dom was backstage, eyes glued to your match. you were putting up a good fight. he watched as you climbed the ropes, hitting your chest, before doing the shoulder shimmy with your tongue out, paying homage to the late great eddie guerrero.

a soft chuckle escaped him, totally amused. he watched you launch off the ropes, fully expecting to land the move and put asuka away.

as soon as he saw her dodge and your legs buckle beneath you, crashing to the mat, he sensed something was wrong.

he straightened up, hand going to cover his mouth, worry washing over him as the cameras zoomed in on you, clutching your leg.

the camera caught the tears that were streaming down your face while the ref bombarded you with questions. dom glanced at damian beside him, both of them etched with worry.

turning back to the match, dom’s heart was racing.

dom saw the agony in your expression, but you gave a nod, and the ref backed off – he knew you were stubborn and were gonna be set on finishing the match. "what are you doing, amor," he muttered under his breath, cracking his knuckles nervously.

he felt totally powerless watching the attack . asuka approached, yanked you by the hair, and slammed you down.

watching her go after your injured leg, dom felt the anger boiling up inside. she was being ruthless on purpose.

he knew the industry – it's all about the win at the end of the day. but there's also an unspoken rule about keeping it safe enough so no one gets seriously hurt in the ring.

dom’s face twisted in a wince as he saw her strike your leg once more, locking in a single leg boston crab. your cries of pain pierced the air while you tapped out desperately.

the bell rung signaling the match's end, but asuka wouldn't release you. dom could hear your pleas on the TV, begging her to stop. his anger surged as the ref had to pry asuka away from you.

she showed no concern, just preoccupied with her win. dom watched, tense, as the refs swarmed to your side.

“what the fuck was that?" he muttered, taking a deep breath to mask his anger.

damian gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, "go check on her, I'll fill in the others." with a nod, dominkk acknowledged as damian left.

he glanced at the screen, shutting his eyes briefly at the sound of your distress. risinv swiftly, he left the screen behind, urgency driving him as he hurried to find you.

———

In the medical room, joseph, the medic was trying to talk to you, "we need to start checking out your leg to see what's wrong."

you shook your head, tears streaming down. "no, I'm waiting for dominik."

"but—“

"where the hell is he?" you snapped, the words coming out sharper than intended, pain and frustration getting the better of you.

"where is she—?" he stopped mid-sentence as he spotted you and stepped inside. "what happened? are you alright?" dom asked, just having come into the room. he moved closer, gently cradling your face and planting a kiss on your forehead.

feeling his presence, you eased up. "finally."

even with the comfort of his presence, you couldn't help but start to fall apart. he wrapped you up carefully in a soft hug, mindful not to cause you any more pain.

tears streamed down as you clung to him. "It's fucking hurts, dom. It hurts really bad," you wept, squeezing your eyes shut, the agony in your leg overwhelming.

his expression shifted to deep worry at your sobs. gently, he eased back, cradling your face in his hands, coaxing you to meet his gaze. "hey, look at me, please, look at me."

opening your eyes, you met his gaze, a frown etched on your face from the pain. you wished you could just vanish into thin air. your crying softened as you looked at him.

tears welled up again, the timing couldn't be worse—you were at the height of your career, and an injury was the last thing you needed. you attempted to steady yourself, but the mix of pain and stress was starting to wear on you.

he was worried for you, and felt how broken you felt. he felt powerless and wanted to do more to ease your pain. he spoke reassuringly, “you’re going to make it through this, just hold on. I'm right here with you, and everything's going to be alright." you nodded, brushing away your tears.

yet, new tears found their way down your cheeks.

joseph spoke up, addressing dom, "she refused any examination until you got here." Instead of scolding you, dom simply took your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

you squeezed back, feeling utterly shattered inside—this injury was a nightmare come to life.

with that, joseph set to work, conducting the necessary tests on your leg. it wasn’t long before he returned with the results. you glanced up at him, your eyes pleading for him to tell you good news, as anxiety knotted your insides.

he gave you a sympathetic look, bracing to deliver the difficult truth. "I'll be honest with you, y/n. and there’s just no easy way to put this, but It's a torn ACL and meniscus."

you bit your lip, holding back the tears. the room was silent until he spoke again. "you probably know a bit about this injury," you nodded. he took a seat on the bed across from you.

"given the severity of your injury, it won't heal by itself. surgery is necessary. It's less common to have a meniscus tear alongside an ACL tear."

"post-surgery, you'll need plenty of rest. then we'll have you gradually start rehab to build strength and mobility in your leg."

you held onto dom’s hand tightly. "how long am I gonna be out?" you murmured.

"you might be out for 6-9 months, maybe a year in the worst-case scenario. It all hinges on how well rehab goes and your recovery process. we've got to be thorough to ensure your leg is back to its best."

a feeling of disappointment hit you. "a year?" you said softly, barely above a whisper.

"It's not a guarantee you’ll be out that long," he reassured, and you nodded faintly. "but we have to be realistic—it's a pretty long recovery," he continued.

you nodded again, masking your emotions. "I'm going to review the other tests we did on your leg. I'll talk to your doctors and we can go over your next steps when I return," joseph said, then left, leaving you and dom in a quiet bubble. the two of you just sat there, enveloped in the stillness.

dom could tell you were reeling from the news, respecting your space and thoughts. he quietly held your hand, providing a comfort while you processed everything.

he couldn't do much, but his support was clear. he believed in you, confident that you'd get through this.

meeting your gaze, dom spoke up his voice steady. "you’ve been through a lot, y/n/n, and you have always made it through. this is just another hurdle. you’ll get past this one too. everything’s going to be okay."

at his reassuring words, the dam burst, and tears cascaded down your cheeks, your hand muffling the sobs.

dom wrapped you in another tight embrace, tenderly wiping your tears and cradling you as you wept. he stroked your back, trying to ease your pain with his comforting touch.

"shhhhh baby, it's gonna be okay. you're gonna be okay." dom whispered, his voice soothing.

"It's just... this has been my dream since I was a kid," you managed to say between shaky breaths, struggling to steady your voice. "I’m at this huge part of my career, a part where-" your words were swallowed by sobs.

your tears began to subside, replaced by soft sniffles. "I'm at this point in my career, where I’m the top—" you paused as tears continued to fall, and you let out a sigh, gazing upwards. "I'm at the top, everything's going great, and now I have this injury and-."

"hey," dom interjected gently, halting your rush of words. he wasn't trying to downplay your feelings, but he wanted to make sure you understood this wasn't the end. his hands cradled your face, guiding your gaze to meet his with kindness.

“I know, I know. but this isn't the end. the last thing I want is for you to believe that all your hard work and dedication is going to waste." you sighed looking up, you knew he was right. but it just felt so hard to come to term with it at this moment.

———

a few weeks later

resting in the hospital bed with nurses bustling around, prepping for surgery, you glanced at dominik, a wave of nerves hitting you. yet you felt a little more secure knowing you had the best surgeons on your service.

dominik leaned in close, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, whispering just for you, "you'll be okay. they'll take care of you, mi vida."

his gentle voice enveloped you in a blanket of security. "I know, I'm just a bit nervous," you replied with a faint smile.

he kept his hold on your hand, his thumb gently caressing the back of it. "you shouldn't be," he murmured, "there’s no reason to be nervous, I’m gonna be right here until you get out and your parents are on the way, everything will be okay."

the nurses signaled it was time for surgery, he stepped back, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, leaving you with the lingering sense of his comforting warmth.

"I'll be right here," he whispered, giving your hand another squeeze, "te amo."

"I love you too," you responded, feeling his kiss on your forehead followed by a tender kiss on your lips. the nurses began to wheel you away to the operating room, where the stark brightness of the hospital lights was the last thing you saw.

———

your eyes gradually open, the glaring lights making you squint. glancing around, you spot dominik beside you, his thumb soothingly stroking your hand.

gazing at your leg, you notice the brace snugly fitted and bandages beneath it. the beep of monitors fills the air, and a chill from the hospital room wraps around you.

"hey," dominik's voice is a gentle whisper, "how are you feeling?" his hand gives yours a reassuring squeeze. "don't worry, mi vida, everything went well."

"hey," your voice comes out a bit rough, but you manage a soft smile in response.

"are you okay?" he murmurs, concern flickering across his face as he hears the rasp in your voice. he glances at the monitors, checking they're all reading normal, then turns back to you. "are you thirsty?" he asks gently, his eyes filled with care.

you nodded, he grabbed a big jug of water from your bedside table. he grabs the straw, holding it up to your mouth and helping you take a sip of water. you realize how thirsty you were, you drank quickly taking a few sips to quench your thirst.

“better?” he asked, putting the jug down you were done drinking water, you nodded.

suddenly, your gaze moves to the chairs in the room, you see your parents you smile. "mom, dad," you greet them with a gentle yet happy tone. they approach, your dad planting a soft kiss on your forehead while your mom takes your hand in hers.

dominik watches closely as you interact with your parents, he watches them both interact with you with such affection, he can see your face light up when you see them.

he observes the tender scene for a moment, then turns to you with a small, smile. "how are you feeling honey?" your mom asked.

catching her question, you respond, "I'm okay, just a bit sore," your voice scratchy from not talking.

"I’m going to go tell the doctors you woke up." dominik announces before he leans in, whispering, "back in a sec," and plants a gentle kiss on your cheek before exiting the room.

a smile lingers on your face as you turn to your parents. noticing their exchange of smiles, you ask, "what?" with a hint of curiosity.

your mom gently sweeps your hair aside. "he hasn't left your side since you got back from surgery," she shares.

"how long was I asleep?" you asked curiously.

after a brief pause, she calculates, "the surgery took roughly 2 and a half hours, and you've been resting for about three hours since. so, around five hours, more or less."

Surprised, you say, "he didn't get up once? not even for food or like to use the bathroom?"

with an amused look, your mom replies, "nope, he refused to leave your side, I tried to tell him to go take a break but he wouldn't leave. he insisted on staying."

as you reflect on it, butterflies flutter in your stomach. It's reassuring to know he stayed by your side, just as he promised.

you briefly close your eyes, "you tired?" she asked, you nod, allowing your parents to have their own conversation, a mix of worry and relief for your well-being.

a few minutes pass, before the door swings open, and dominik enters to the room. you stir awake at the sound of the door opening and closing.

he greets you with a warm smile, gently caressing your hand and planting sweet kisses on your forehead.

you smile back, and right on cue, dr. smith enters the room. your parents step aside, allowing the doctor to check the monitor next to you, ensuring that everything is running smoothly and your vitals are stable.

dominik stepped back to give the doctors space to examine you.

after the doctor finished up examining you, the looked at you, "your surgery was successful, and we've reconstructed your ACL and meniscus." you glance at your leg propped up on a hospital pillow and nod. "we’ll keep you here for a night or two to monitor your healing progress before deciding on the next steps."

"okay," you said a polite smile on your face as the doctor excused himself and left the room.

your parents embraced you warmly, your dad planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, before they headed out to the cafeteria. you mom told dom to call them if there was any problem or if you needed them.

dominik watches your family leave the room, leaving it completely quiet and still inside, he turns to you, “you alright, amor?” he whispers.

your eyelids were heavy as you murmured, "yeah, I'm good."

a gentle smile crossed dominik's face, noticing how tired you were. he tenderly swept a stray hair from your forehead. "want to get some more sleep?" he asked quietly.

with your eyes closed, you replied, "no, I just need to rest my eyes for a little while."

understanding, dom reached for his phone to update rhea and the rest of the judgment day, letting them know you were awake and all was well.

"rhea and everyone was pretty worried—" dom’s words trailed off as he glanced back to find you already dozing off, gentle snores escaping you.

he gave a tender smile and then did what he knew would be best for you right then. He took the blanket from the foot of your bed, draped it over you, and after positioning a chair near your bedside, he sat down to stay close.

———

as your blinked your eyes open, the room glowed with the soft light of early morning. near your bed, dominik was eating.

"good morning," you said, a sleepy smile on your face as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

dominik caught your voice, glancing your way, before flashing a smile. "morning, baby," he greeted, leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead. the subtle, soothing scent of his cologne filled the air, calming you down.

"you grabbed some food?" you asked, your stomach rumbling a bit.

"no, rhea and damian dropped it off. they were going to stay till you woke up, but had to catch a flight to the next show," he explained, and you nodded, totally getting it. he motioned to his meal that looked like it came from the dunkin' donuts nearby. "they got something for you too," he said, sliding over with your food in hand.

"they also got your favorite coffee," he mentioned, pulling up a chair. “do you wanna eat now or later?”

"definitely now," you replied, your hunger making itself known loud and clear.

dominik gave a nod and set the food on the hospital bed tray before you. "everything feeling okay? any pain?" he asked gently, his eyes following you as you started to eat.

you shook your head, mouth full of food, swallowing it before you spoke, "just sore, so it's a bit uncomfortable."

he smiled, seeing how eagerly you were eating. "looks like you're enjoying breakfast.”

"mhmm, it's really good," you managed to say between bites.

"don’t worry when we get out of here, I’ll take you to get dunkin again." he chuckled, amused by your enthusiastic eating.

"please do," you agreed, slowing down a bit. you set the sandwich down, still chewing, as you looked at him.

"you’re the cutest when you eat, you know that?" he murmured with a soft smile, then took a bite of his own sandwich.

you gave a playful eye roll in response. "how's that even cute?" you chuckled, questioning the logic.

"I can't explain it," he chuckled, "you just remind me of a baby dinosaur." he laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

you burst out laughing. he beams at you. "you don't think so?" he teased, and you just smiled, taking another bite.

you caught him looking your way again before he gently asked, "everything taste okay?"

"yeah, it's perfect, thanks.”

"good," he smiled, then took another bite of his food. “I can’t wait till we get you home,” he said, eyes flicking up to you as he continued eating.

you finished off your sandwich, murmuring, "me too." after wiping your hands, you reached out for his.

he set his sandwich aside and took your hand, fingers intertwining. the warmth from his hand infused into yours.

a small smile played on his lips as he looked at you, "thank you," you said to him.

he glanced at your interlocked hands, noting the size difference with a smile. "of course," he responded gently, appreciating the closeness.

he brought your hand up placing a gentle kiss on it, before giving it a reassuring squeeze, “no seriously, for everything.”

he was silent for a bit. "you don't need to thank me for being there and caring about you." his grip on your hand tightened gently. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

looking at you, his eyes brimmed with fondness. "te amo," he said gently, content to remain just like that for eternity.

"I love you too," you replied with a playful pause, "If you really love me, you'll let me have a sip of your coffee."

he chuckled quietly, "i guess." he said sarcastically after taking a quick sip, you hit his arm lightly as he lifted the cup to your lips for you to drink. It was pleasantly warm and delicious.

"thanks, babe."

with a grin, he replied, "anytime, amor,"

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aalyssah · 11 months

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We’re Enough

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,625

A/N: Btw, I know they said babyface!reader, but I forgot about it, and by the time I noticed, I was already halfway done and didn’t feel like restarting. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!

Tonight was a special night for you and Damian. You have a match for a spot in Money in the Bank while Damian has a title match against Seth 'Freakin'' Rollins.

It's important to you because after all the years in WWE you haven't won a title, so winning this would get you one step closer, but you would obviously go after Asuka instead of your former Judgment Day member, Rhea.

Damian was also happy about his match considering WWE hasn't pushed him since the whole Judgment Day team, but tonight was the night you both prove your worth to the team and WWE universe.

You were lacing your boots up when a knock came at the door. "Babe, you done?" You heard Damian asked. "Come in!" The door opened revealing Damian and the rest of the members.

"Woah, babe, you look good." Damian complimented you, coming over and wrapping an arm around you. "Thank you, baby." He kissed your cheek, sitting on the couch next to Finn and Dominik. "Yeah, like really good. I might have to steal you for myself."

Rhea winked at you, earning a glare from Damian. "Alright Rhea, get off my girl, she's mine." You chuckled at their bickering, standing up and checking up your gear. "I'm done! How do I look?" You gave a small twirl while smiling.

"You look great and I'm sure you're gonna do great tonight." Finn added. "I hope so." You said picking at your nails. The group could tell you were getting nervous. "Hey, you're gonna do great. You're gonna win the briefcase and get Asuka's title, so both of our girls will have gold, and so I will too."

You smiled at Damian's small pep talk, boosting your mood. "Yeah, you're right. And I'm gonna win it for you." You pecked his lips, a blushing forming on your cheeks. "And I'll win the title for you." He returned the kiss, a grumble coming from Dominik's mouth.

"Okay lovebirds, let each other go and let Y/n win that spot!" You gave them one last smile before going to the gorilla. You were about to face Trish Stratus and were sure to win. Not to be rude, but even though Trish is a legend, she isn't as good as she used to be.

Your music played, fans booing and cheering for you. You put on your best heel persona and made your entrance. As you did a mini warm up in the ring, Trish's music played, with her coming out in her new gear. She was now like you - a heel wearing purple and wanting a spot in this special event.

When she entered the ring you both walked up on each other, chest to chest. "You really think you're gonna win this?" Trish asked with a questioning look.

“I don't think I'm gonna win, I know I am, and when you're on the ground in pain like an old lady, watching me celebrate, remember the trash you were talking."

Trish sarcastically laughed, throwing her head back. "Awe, does little Y/n have some balls? Well if I were you, I would watch out 'cause you never know what this 'old lady' can do." You both locked up aggressively, letting the match play out.

You had it. You thought you had it when you hit your finisher and went for the pin.

"1 2-"

The count stopped because Trish put her foot on the rope. The referee called rope break and let the match continue. You looked around shocked and full of anger. While you were arguing with the referee, Trish slipped out the ring, catching your attention.

You quickly went after her, noticing she was trying to go under the ring. You pulled her out, and put her back in the ring, but before you could enter your leg was yanked down, causing your face to hit the apron harshly.

You were then turned around and flipped in the air, face being met with a hard knee. You didn't have to look to know who it was. You knew that it was Zoey Stark from NXT 2.0 who just called to the main roster. She quickly threw you in the ring and Trish went for the pin.

"1 2 3"

*DING DING DING*

"Your winner of this match, Trish Stratus!"

Fans booed as Zoey and Trish celebrated. “Who’s the ‘old lady’ now?” Zoey taunted, laughing as you laid there. “Just face it Y/n, you’re nothing. You’re not good enough to make it to the big league, so just stay with your trash team and fangirl over your boyfriend!”

Those words hit deep, especially coming from Trish. You’ve always looked up to her, hell the point of you starting to wrestle was because of Trish. You wanted to be just like her. Trish and Zoey left the ring, leaving you to sit there alone.

You slowly got up and waved at your fans, thanking them for staying with you in the journey. Even people who hated you felt bad. They could tell you were hurt, seeing tears blur your vision. You walked backstage and met with your team.

It was silent as you looked at the ground. “Y/n, I’m sorry I wasn’t out there! I was gonna come, but-” You stopped Rhea’s rant. “It’s okay. It’s not like I would’ve won with your help.” You walked past them to the locker room.

“You did good. The fans loved you.” Finn said, trying to cheer you up. “Yeah, but I didn’t win.” Finn frowned at your negativity. “We’re still happy. You won in our eyes and that’s all what matters.” You let out a huff of annoyance at Dominik’s happy tone.

“Guys, you don’t have to lie to me. I didn’t win and no matter how much support I have or the amount of help I get, I’m not good enough. I’m nothing.” Damian felt his whole world crash down at you saying those last two words. ‘I’m nothing.’

Rhea was ready to say something, but Damian cut in. “I’ll talk to her.” Damian caught up to you as you sped walked to the locker room. “I swear if you guys don’t leave me alone, I’ll-” You stopped your sentence when you turned around. “Oh.” You both stood there awkwardly, staring at each other.

You broke down completely, tears spilling from your eyes. Damian quickly grabbed you and pulled you in for a comforting hug. “Shh, it’s okay. Let it all out.” He gently held you, rocking you from side to side.

You calmed down slightly to where sniffles could be heard. “Come on, let’s go to the couch.” He guided you to the couch, sitting you down. “Look, I know you're upset, but it’s okay. You did your best and I’m proud.” You nodded your head at his statement.

“I love you and I want you to know that I don’t care if you didn’t win, and neither does the team. We’re happy you got the opportunity.” He couldn’t finish his little speech when a knock came at the door. “Sorry to ruin your talk mate, but it’s time for your match.”

Damian placed a gentle kiss on your lips before standing up. “Go shower and once I get my title, you can hold it on our way to the hotel.” You followed his instructions, going to wash up.

Same thing happened for Damian’s match. He fought hard through the whole thing, but unfortunately you were in the shower for a while and missed half of the match, but you did see near the end.

Damian grabbed Seth by the neck and launched him into the corner, ready to charge at him, but Seth dodged. Seth tried hitting him, but Damian reversed, setting him up for a Razors Edge, but his arm must’ve been too weak, causing him to drop Seth.

Seth hit him with a super kick, following a rolling elbow before hitting his famous curb stomp. Fans cheered loudly as he got the 3 count, retaining his title. Damian sat there like you, holding his head. He felt so disappointed in himself.

He didn’t stick around for long, escaping the ring and going backstage. He instantly went to the locker room, pacing back and forth. “Who’s going in there ‘cause it sure ain’t me.” Dominik was the first to say. “Well I’m not either.” Rhea said, turning to Finn. “Don’t look at me, mate. I’m not going either!”

You brushed past them, opening the door. “Babe?” Damian’s attention snapped to you. “Before you say anything, I know how it feels. I feel like I’m nothing.” You sat next to him, holding his hand. “First I wanna say I’m proud of you, and even though you didn’t win, you’re still my champion.”

Damian could hide the smile that came on his face. Even though he’s upset, you always manage to make his day. “I know it’s just, after all this time of doing nothing, I had one chance to be in the spotlight and I fucked it up.”

You nodded your head in agreement, knowing how he felt. “I understand, but think about it babe. Who were the fans out there watching? Who were the fans showing respect to at the end? Who did WWE choose to fight tonight?” It was an easy answer. “Me.”

“You know why?” He smiled once he figured what you were getting at. “Because you’re enough. Hate or love you, that match would’ve never happened if it wasn’t for you.” He pulled you in for a kiss.

Pulling back, you rested your forehead against each other’s. “You’re enough.” Damian was quick to correct you. “We’re enough.” He grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

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call-me-a-simp · 11 months

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No one hates you more than I do!

Locked Up (Part 1)

Enemies to lovers (Rhea Ripley x fem. Reader):

You're a well known wrestler in WWE and Rhea is your worst enemy. You hate each other in and outside of the ring. Rhea always flirts with you, not that she means it, she just knows it makes you furious and wants to annoy you. But one day everything changes and you start to feel like all of this isn't a joke anymore and that there might actually be something between you two.

You're walking backstage, just wanting to find the next best sink to wash your face. You challenged Asuka for her Women's Championship title and lost because she used her poison mist attack and you couldn't see well for the rest of the match.

"Hey y/l/n" you hear a familiar voice shout in your direction. Of course it had to be her, you think to yourself. "Leave me alone idiot" you snap back. You hated her, you were sworn enemies and she never missed an opportunity to let you know that.

"Aw someone's mad" she mocks you. "Argh Rhea please, I just want to go to the fucking bathroom to wash my fucking face" you say and try to push past her.

"Ye ye, let me help you" she says and picks you up in one swift motion. "Hey!" you yell. "Rhea Ripley, you're letting me down right now or we're gonna have a serious problem!" you try to wind free from her grip, hitting your fists against her back and kicking with your legs but to no avail.

Rhea chuckles at your efforts, she knew how much you hated getting picked up, especially if it was from her. You try to open your eyes a little to see if there's someone who could help you and spot a tall man in black ring gear.

"Hey Damian! Tell your stupid friend to let me the fuck down!" you shout over to him. "Sorry Bae, gotta go" he winks and walks over to the gorilla. You mutter something inaudible and eventually just accept that Rhea is carrying you over her shoulder now.

As you reach the bathroom she let's you down roughly and you stumble backwards, hitting a sink. "Thanks for nothing" you grumble, not realising that Ripley already closed the door and locked it from the outside, making it impossible for you to get out again on your own.

You try to wash off the poison mist from your face and out of your eyes. It burns heavily and tears are streaming down your cheeks but you had to get it out, not wanting to risk any long term injuries.

Several minutes later you finally had a somewhat clear vision again. Your face was still green and black from the mist Asuka used on you. Your make up everywhere but where it used to be and your eyes red from crying and rubbing.

You just wanted to get out of here, change into some comfortable clothes and get home into bed. You walk over to the door, just to find it locked. You try to open it, rattling the lock and throwing yourself against the door but it doesn't move even a bit.

"God damn it" you curse under your breath. "Rhea! RHEA! LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" you scream. "took you longer to notice than I expected" you hear her laugh outside. "sorry sweety but I can't do anything, I lost the key. Well, see ya!" she chirms and walks away.

"What?! No, NO LET ME OUT! HELP!" you scream on top of your lungs. You hated being locked in some tiny room. Not only that, but your claustrophobia didn't exactly make it any better.

You kept screaming but no one seemed to hear you, nor walk past the door. You wondered where she put you, in which part of the building you where and eventually just gave up, sitting down on the floor crying until no more tears were left and you sat in silence.

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You didn't know how long you stayed in that room but it must have been hours. The sounds of the people in the arena had stopped since the show probably ended. You hear footsteps approaching the door and get new hope.

"Hello? Can anybody hear me? I need help, I'm locked in here!" you shout and bang against the door with your hands. The person outside stops, probably confused until you hear them knock on the door. "Hello? You in there?" you hear the janitor outside. His voice rusty and old, probably because he was smoking so much.

"Yes, yes please, can you open the door?" you plead, glad someone finally found you. The janitor was a very nice man in his late 60's, you liked him, he always brought a smile on your face as he knew exactly what to say to cheer you up.

The lock clicks and he opens the door." Oh my god thank you!" you sigh and hug him. "Woah Woah, how long have you been in there kid, it's almost two in the morning!" he chuckles, but you can still see the concern written in his face in the dimly lit hallway of the basement.

So that's where she took me, you think before explaining to your savior how you ended up there. "Thank you so much again, good night Joe" you say as you leave to find your locker room.

You're glad Joe found you, you don't even want to imagine having to spend the whole night in there without food or anything to change, having to lay on that uncomfortable, dirty floor. Oh Rhea is gonna regret this, this time she won't come away with it.

Maybe you could report her to Triple H, your boss. But on the other hand, what if everybody thinks you're weak then, reporting your coworker for a little incident which can be seen as an accident. No, you weren't going to take that risk, there has to be another way.

You enter your locker room, quickly change into comfortable clothing and wipe off your makeup and the remains of Asuka's poison mist. You grab your bag and keys and head out to at least get a little rest before tomorrow.

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Part one of my new series No One Hates You More Than I Do, hope you like it. I'm planning on making longer chapters than in the last story. Again, comment if you wanna be added to the taglist, as I deleted the last one, not knowing who wants to be tagged in this one too.

And also, look at that picture I found of Mami 😍

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riptideripley · 11 months

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His Princesa 3

part 1 part 2 part 3

smut,aftercare,dominik mysterio x reader

word count:957

Fast forward 2 months later,you were in your wrestling prime. Ever since you left your ex boyfriend and began dating Dominik,life has been so much better. Rhea was still the Smackdown woman’s champion and now woman’s tag team champion alongside you. You currently had a match against Asuka,which was something you weren’t looking forward to. After her match with Rhea,you were nervous. Based off the mist she uses,you could tell you were in for it but nonetheless you were excited. Oh and how could I forget,you and Dom were now in a public relationship. It shocked the whole world,wrestling wise and friends & family wise. Fans were excited for you two and that made you very happy.

Your match with Asuka had just finished and you were immediately rushed to medical,due to have the mist in your eyes. You still pulled through and won the match but the pain was finally settling in. Dom was by your side like always along with Rhea,as he held your hand. He knew how this mist felt,so he made sure to be with you. Once the pain wore off and the rest of the mist of washed completely off you,you bumped into none other than Roman Reigns. He looked down at you and smiled,before walking off. This confused you but you brushed it off and continued on to the locker room to get changed. Once changed you went to the monitor to watch a few matches before you went home,suddenly you felt two cold hands wrap around your waist. “hi princesa..” a familiar voice spoke as they laid their head on your shoulder. You glanced down to see it was Dom and smiled. “Hi papi” you said as you kissed his forehead. “Let’s go home” he said as the current match ended and he dragged you away gently. You giggled and grabbed your stuff along with his as you both said your goodbyes to the Judgement day and everyone else.

Once you got in the house,Dom wasted no time picking you up and kissing all over your body. He began to suck on your sweet spot,which caused you to whimper. He continued to do this while carrying you to your bedroom,he laid you on the bed and you immediately took your shirt and pants off. He did the same and smiled at the wet spot formed on your underwear. He immediately ripped them off and began blowing cool air on your clit as your body jolted from the sudden coolness. His finger rubbed small circles on your clit as he kissed up your stomach,stopping at your bra. He unhooked it with his free hand and threw it across the room,sucking your right breast. You moaned and threw your head back,he took this as the opportunity to kiss and suck on your neck as you whimpered. “P-Papi please..” you begged as you were practically grinding against his finger. He chuckled and moved his finger,sliding his boxers off and slowly entering you. You were wet enough to handle it but still arched your back at the sudden action. He waited for your sign of approval and you whined a bit,but gave him a double tap to his side which meant continue. He began to pump himself in and out of you,making you arch your back but you were quickly pinned down by his arm. You squirmed but nonetheless let out relentless moans. He continued but went deeper and faster each time,making your orgasm closer. “O-Oh god I’m gonna-“ your words were cut off by a whine. He had stopped and flipped you over on your stomach. Scooting you closer to the headboard,he grabbed a pair of furry handcuffs and cuffed your hands behind your back. You whined,”Daddy please!” you yelped as you felt a vibrator pressed against your clit,making you let out a loud moan. “Shhh princesa,you don’t want your neighbors to hear us again do you?” he was right,last time y’all did this the neighbors heard y’all and lord was it embarrassing. You bit onto a pillow to not be as loud as he slid himself back into you while holding the vibrator against you clit,pounding into your wet cunt. You moaned and screamed against the pillow,tears of pleasure and overstimulation forming in your eyes,but of course that wouldn’t stop him. Only a safe word or tapping him three times would stop him. “P-Papi please!” were the only words you could form at this point,begging for your orgasm. He was also close so he decided to allow it,”Cum for daddy cariño” he whispered in your ear with his slight accent as he ran his hand down your back. You slightly shivered as you screamed his name when you released.

Whenever he called you that,it always sent you over the edge or made you shy. You squeezed your legs shut as soon as he pulled out,making his way infront of you and kneeling. “Open” you quickly opened your mouth as he began to fuck your face. Once he released all down your throat,you collapsed. He smiled and went to the bathroom,getting a cold towel and coming back to the room cleaning you off. He carried you to the shower and turned the hot water on,your favorite. After you two showered,he put you in one of his shirts and some shorts. He slipped on some fresh boxers and watched you doze off on his chest. “I love you my princesa” “I love you too my príncipe” you two exchanged words before falling asleep.

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disregardcanon · 3 months

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i'm thinking about a npmd the good place au and HOO BOY the ideas

it's a season 1 setup, with tinky as the architect of the neighborhood.

... good janets are petes and bad janets are teds. OUR pete is the neighborhood's pete and he's just kinda. trying to get by. shit's weird, guys. he doesn't remember how he got here and all his protocols have been messed up and the guy that took him isn't very nice. but this is- it's fine. it has to fine (there's no other choice.)

grace chastity is still adjusting to the idea that the christian god isn't real. she is not enjoying that very much, but she IS validated by the idea that her actions as a christian got her into The Place Where Good People Go. her actual exploits like mission trips and getting dances canceled and running abstinence camp are what are brought up during the Look How Cool We Are Welcome to the Neighborhood gala.

steph has been assigned to be her soulmate. she isn't supposed to be here. she's not like, an ABSURDLY bad person for anything, she just. was raised by solomon lauter. so she got the hell out of dodge after graduation and MAYBE she did some scams to get by after that. and like maybe she knows how to make a molotov cocktail and has used one once or twice. she certainly isn't The Best Person Who Did All These Things To Help the World and Support Great Liberal Causes that they keep saying she is. (she... wishes she was. though.) and these bible studies that her soulmate (soulmate???? THE FUCK) grace chastity keeps trying to force her to do so not to out her to the authorities as A Mistake Who Should Not Be Here. really aren't helping. (like come on. grace still insists that it's bad to be bisexual but look who her soulmate is? STEPH! so maybe steph knows more about how to adjust to this new world that little miss evangelist does)

ruth fleming is the first recorded case (according to tinky) of a Human Without a Soulmate in the history of humanity. just her fucking luck. she can't even get the robot guy to fuck her. ughgggghhh. you spend your life writing high quality erotic for lonely people and it gets you into heaven! but it doesn't even get you a partner. fuckin' rude

max jagerman doesn't think that he did anything wrong. he was the king of hatchetfield high, and then hatchetfield community college, and then he managed to fight his way to a backup quarterback spot on the jacksonville jaguars (this is the good place it will be the jaguars). and then! he's the REAL quarterback! if patrick ma-fucking-homes would just drop dead he'd be the most famous quarterback in the united states, thank you!

but when he dies... the guy doesn't tell him congrats on all the success. he doesn't even recognize that this is MAXWELL JAGERMAN! the quarterback who should be the most famous and well-respected in the united states. he makes some weird references to how... ambition... is... bad? and that those that hurt other people are... bad? says something about being a channel of peace or whatever? and that if this was a mix up then max is free to go to "drowsy town"? whatever the fuck that means.

so when he says "but you're not an ambitious bully that hurt others to get where you were! you're a super nice silent catholic monk who promoted peace on earth, right?" and max just.... stares.

"do you want to keep up your vow of silence? you can just nod." and max... does. because what the fuck do you say to that? shit shit shit shit shit shit FUCK

his "soulmate" is richie lipschitz, warrior for the sanctity of other people's art. why, if his youtube channel that makes fun of other people's bad art and takes and uses his fan base to come after much smaller creators isn't a net positive in the world, then what IS? some loser who doesn't understand anything complaining about the fascist implications of attack on titan on the internet? HA! (richie is disappointed that his soulmate isn't someone better, who likes him, but it was never going to live up to rei or asuka anyway. so he'll live)

he's the only one who knows max, and they went to high school together. max was the exact sort of bully that he was in canon. and it takes a LOT of sweet talk about how richie's the one who's actually supposed to be here to get him to stay quiet about the Max Actually Being an Awful Football Player and Not That Cool Silent Monk thing.

ruth and richie become friends through a series of sitcom tomfoolery. the sitcom tomfoolery is mainly Dragging The Poor Robot Into Playing Games and then Getting Mad That He's Better At The Games Than They Are. also ruth getting frustrated that the robot does not want to fuck her. (it's not because the robot does not want to fuck she's just not his type)

steph knows that she recognizes that silent monk guy from somewhere but can't quite put her finger on it, and she knows that something is VERY wrong here.

grace is developing a crush on her soulmate and does not know how to do that. (does being a soulmate count as marriage? is it actually bad to be gay when god doesn't even properly exist? did her actions matter since she wasn't serving a real god? what do you do with an EXISTENTIAL CRISIS IN THE AFTERLIFE?!?!?! ugh stomachache.)

max wants to figure out how to go back to being The Coolest Guy Ever, FUCK YEAH (he can't even shout go nighthawks or jacksonville jaguars, because he can't talk! it sucks!) but he knows that his soulmate Will Not Help. the guy, unreasonably, is still holding high school against him. and also everything else that max has legitimately messed up since then. (ha, it's almost like. consequences to your actions-) and then he meets grace chastity, biggest prude and most Sure of Herself in This Entire Place.

and he's in love <3 he prostrates himself in front of her and BEGS her to help him become "a good person" so that he can stay here. and grace is like i really don't have time for that i have to teach my own Secretly Shitty Soulmate the bible. and steph's like uh you can just. stop doing that. i'm really not interested-

and grace is like NO YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME YOU BEAUTIFUL CHARMING SEDUCTRESS! and steph's like ugh. did i finally cure this girl's internalized homophobia in time for her to just. not leave me the fuck alone? fuck

so a max who, in theory, wants to learn grace chastity's version of Good Personhood so that he can earn his spot here and become Coolest Guy in the Good Place, King of Good Place High, and mainly just wants to spend time with her and get her to like him, grace who is having a bisexual panic attack and also fighting off existential dread, and steph, who knows that there is something very very wrong here and that grace can't help her with morality but also. has not figured out what's wrong or who can. is just stuck here while the other two flirt and grace occassionally remembers to make googly eyes HER way instead of max jagerman's. who IS the famous football player. what a fuckin' world

steph starts trying to research What the Fuck Is Wrong Here, and realizes that max's soulmate, richie, and tragically unattached ruth are befriending the Robot with Godlike Knowledge. and she's like oh wow i could probably utilize that in my Research.

more sitcom shenanigans occur. grace and max stop noticing that their third wheel isn't attending bible studies and they become more and more them just dancing towards sexual encounters.

steph uses her con artist raised by a politician (other type of con artist) skills to notice more and more strange fuckery, as things with the world start spiraling further and further out of control.

"you're pretty funny. you know, for a robot."

"not a robot."

"then what are you, exactly?"

"... a spankoffski?" and steph feels really bad for laughing.

she gets figured out as Not Who She Appears to Be and has to go through this big long contrived process to get to stay in the good place instead of getting shipped off, and it just seems... like so much. they bring up reps from the bad place and the stakes seem so contrived.

ruth and richie shenanigan together by Trying to Find The Swinger Soulmate Pairs while steph tries to figure out why, exactly, nothing feels real. and it feels less real when the walls start to enclose and she might be getting removed from the good place entirely.

the bad place representatives show up: another weird guy with another weird name and his own robot.

the bad place even has their own version of pete- a weird, horny bastard who won't answer anyone's questions and just complains the whole time. but why would that demon that they brought up be... willing? to let them cut a deal? why does their architect seem... weirdly chummy with them? they act almost the same, treating their robot right hands with the same amount of... callous contempt. perhaps the Ted "deserves" it, but-

... why isn't tinky kind to pete? pete might not be HUMAN, but he's still... sentient. he has thoughts and feelings and he's her favorite company in this godforsaken place- and tinky is supposed to be the creator of a place that's good and just.

what exactly are their numbers indicating? why is everything so confusing and bullshit and-

she runs out to the lake, just to clear her head. sit by the water and watch. she pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them.

"hey pete?" she asks. the well-dressed robot materializes beside her. sitting cross-legged.

"everyone has... points, right? that's how they figure out if you go to the good place or the bad place?"

"that's correct."

"who has the most points here?"

"you."

steph chuckles. "good one, spankoffski. i didn't know you could joke on purpose"

he tilts his head in confusion. "it wasn't a joke."

"i- what?"

"there are only 5 sets of numbers here. yours is the highest. it's been going up steadily ever since you got here."

steph just stares. "pete, there can't- there's hundreds of people here. why would only 5 of us have numbers?"

"only humans have numbers," he says simply. and oh god, oh fuck, oh shit-

"how did you get here?" she asks softly.

he looks thoughtful for a moment. "i... don't remember."

so steph gathers up the five other humans and they break their way into tinky's office, pete in tow.

and he's like "huh. what are you all doing here together?"

the other four humans are still confused, but steph is a forceful personality and convinced them this was the only way to fix things.

"go ahead and send me to the bad place," steph says, "i thought about it, and i don't want to keep making things so HARD on all of you. i was soooo selfish in life, but i don't want to keep that up."

tinky looks anxious. "oh steph, you aren't a burden."

she smiles. "but i thought i wasn't even supposed to be here?"

"we've made it work," tinky promises.

steph laughs. "i don't think so. this show reminds me what my dad would do, when he wanted to seem like he was fighting for something politically that he already had set up. it's all a show, right?"

tinky grins tightly. "i don't know what you mean."

"you're not sending me to the bad place, because i'm ALREADY THERE!" she declares. the other humans gasp. pete looks unfazed.

tinky blinks. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"there are only 5 sets of numbers here," steph says, "and guess whose is the highest? MINE! and i'm not even supposed to be here."

"two clerical errors? really?" steph demands.

"things happen," tinky says.

"and the three that got here fair and square?" steph asks, "we have a self-righteous church girl, a bullied youtuber who started bullying people himself, and an erotic writer. of teacher/student!" steph laughs, "come on, you're telling me that THOSE are the best humanity has to offer? and that max and i both just so happpenneeddd to end up here? in error?"

tinky grits his teeth. "no one else here is even human. if they were, they'd act like it. and they'd have numbers. but they don't."

"this is our own little nightmare realm that you cooked up to torture us."

then tinky laughs, maniacal and goat-like.

"wait," grace whispers, "i'm not... a good person?"

"NO!" tinky cackles, "that was the fun! but now... someone's ruined it for all of us. we're going to have to reset everything now. are you happy, stephanie?"

she frowns. "reset?" tinky snaps his fingers, and the humans pass out on his floor.

"i'm not supposed to be here," pete says, looking with wide eyes over to the passed out humans.

"ugh," tinky says, "RESET!" and not-a-robot not-a-boy spankoffski resets too.

he has another chance at this. and another. and another. and another. and another- however many it takes to get this right. and he WILL get this right, after all. he has all the time in the world.

#hatchetfield #npmd #npmd aus #grace chastity #richie lipschitz #ruth fleming #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #jagertity #lautski #lausity #lautity #tgp

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