#but most of what sticks out is just. the will they wont they hell

[justhereforsubsevika]

I feel like drunk sevika is a total hornbag loser

She'll stumble into your house with a wobbly smirk across her lips, trying to look sexy by body rolling awkwardly. To no music. In the middle of the room. You just sigh.

"Im not fucking you when you're like this Sevi."

She'll whine and babble drunkenly about how she's "sosexy though!" and how you dont love her anymore. She'll trip over nothing as she goes to the bedroom. You follow, just to make sure she doesn't accidentally fall and kill herself.

Sometimes she passes out the moment she hits the bed, other times she'll grab her vibrator and press it on to herself.

"How did you even get naked that quickly?" you'll laugh, Sevika slurring something about ripping her clothes off like the alpha wolf in the moonlight.

"Liketha' meme, mememememememe, meme you send'ome aaaall the time. Im tha' wolf. He'sme."

If shes drunk enough she'll start admitting all her secrets, how she already touched herself in the bathrooms of the last drop because someone had a similar perfume to you. "Couldn' stop thinkin' abyou."

And because she's so wasted, she has no control over the sounds she makes. She sounds so girly and cute when she turns up the vibrator, her hands shaking. She'll pout up at you to touch her. You don't, of course, because she's so gone that she probably wont even remember what she's doing until you tease her for it tomorrow. But you might touch yourself to the sight of her.

You hate to admit it, but this is Sevika at her most sexy. Because she's so much freer, not tethered by the pressure to keep up her hard exterior, not caring about anything but needing to get off. You rub your clit under your pajamas and whine at all of Sevika's sounds. They're so cute when she's like this.

She'll cum screaming, slurring out any little words her dumb brain can think of, her pretty neck exposed as she throws her head back, her abs contracting. She will often overstimulate herself by accident when she's like this, looking at you for help. But she just looks so cute, and youre so close to finishing, you can't help but watch her squirm a little longer.

When you're done she'll beg to eat your pussy, which you refuse with some reluctance. But she's hammered. She doesn't know what shes doing. You cant fuck her like this. Even if she is adorable, she's still drunk as all hell.

She'll beg and beg, and eventually you stick your fingers into your pussy and let her suck on them. She'll smile all wobbly, thanking you before passing out.

You'll clean her up as she sleeps, taking off her makeup and clearing her thighs of her mess, discarding yet another outfit that was victim to alpha wolf sevika.

She'll hum and pull you into her chest when you lay down next to her. Her breath is POTENT with alcohol so you turn your head away, but you wrap your legs around her thigh and sleep happily nonetheless.

Drunk sevika is so sweet to me

[eph3merall]

dealer!chris x innocent!bff!reader hcs 🦌

dealer!chris . . . who always has a part of his mind thinking about you. what are you up to? classes? work? friends? hangouts? he'll text you and pretend to not care much, but deep down he just doesn't want to admit how much he worries over this girl who is just his friend.

innocent!bff!reader . . . loves and adores all things autumn. her clothes are fall staples that include lots of denim and earthy tones. so whenever she's hanging out with chris and sees something to add to her closet or keep as a trinket or decoration, she'll look up to chris with pretty lil' eyes and how could he deny her? sometimes he'll purposefully look away and shove her away from the store because she keeps burning a hole through his pocket.

dealer!chris . . . despises situations where innocent!bff!reader roped into his 'job'. there are shady people buying some strong shit from him, and he knows matt would also screw him over if innocent!bff!reader got harmed because of him. matt sees you as a best friend, someone he needs to protect because his brother is a little fucking stupid sometimes. dealer!chris always tries avoiding problems when it seems as if you're gonna get involved with any of his deals.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who's had a boyfriend or two before. she's just never had sex, and once she told chris he was laughing at her and giggling with his eyes all red. 'fuckin'... you're jokin', right kid?' and when she tells chris she's dated less than five people he's laughing harder. gosh, what an asshole.

dealer!chris . . . always carries a lighter with a printed cat photo on it that innocent!bff!reader glued/taped onto it. keeps a picture of her in his wallet as well—a polaroid of her awhile back in the winter, running into the horizon as snow fell around her frame. he could hear the giggles she made just by looking at the photo.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who has severe nosebleeds once every few months or so. it'll get so bad to the point she's crying because she thinks she's gonna die—with chris grumbling all annoyed with his hand fisting her hair so it doesnt get caked in blood. sometimes hes high and just stares at times while she yells at him to get her a hairtie or to grab ahold of most of her hair.

dealer!chris . . . who's, again, literally just an asshole to everyone. you're barely an exception. one second he'll be laughing with you and once he's with a buyer or some of his friends, he'll act like you're some dirt on his shoe. plus he's just plain ol' mean. wont take bullshit from anyone, not even his brothers. matt pisses him off more than nick does. but of course, they're his brothers. so he isnt.. that mean.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who grew up sheltered from everything in life. her parents are overprotective and she's their only child—only serving to make them more anxious when she's out. met chris through nick since the two were in a class together. something clicked and they've been hanging out ever since, usually in groups. chris and his friends are nott a good influence on her. but her mother doesn't have to know, does she?

dealer!chris . . . lovess cute coupley things. he just won't ever admit it to anyone he knows, not even his brothers if they ask or jab at him. secretly, he loves it when innocent!bff!reader hugs him tight or brushes her fingers across his skin. but he'll always stick to his go-to response—a scoff and he's pushing her away, muttering some shit like 'god, fuckin'.. annoying as hell always touchin' me.'

innocent!bff!reader . . . tries getting herself off with her fingers for the first time in awhilee since meeting chris because he just makes her feel so weird. all hot and bothered and it's gotten so overwhelming that humping her pillow alone in her dorm room isn't enough, so she's sliding her fingers inside her cunt slowly and mewling all softly in the privacy of her dorm room. she doesn't even realize that she secretly wants chris to see her like this.

dealer!chris . . . fucks with girls left and right. a new chick at each party that he sells some drugs to, and, if they're pretty enough.. he'll let them suck his dick or something. hey, he got to cum down some pretty brunette's throat and got a fat stack of cash? win-win. but when he met innocent!bff! reader... she went to house parties with him sometimes. which resulted in him not getting to fuck a girl's throat-which also resulted in dealer!chris fucking his own fist at night with the thought of you in his head.

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©eph3merall 2024

[axelsagewrites]

Jace Velaryon*Frat Baby

Pairing: Jace x pregnant!f!reader

Word count: 1688

Warnings: rivalry, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

Masterlist Here

Part One Here

Jace had went from being your sworn childhood enemy to fuck buddy to now the most awkward conversation of your life. You had been avoiding completely for the past month as you debated what to do so when Jace got the ‘we need to talk’ text he made sure he was free the next day for lunch. You were sat in a café across from campus, anxiously sipping on the caffeine-free tea Sansa had insisted you switch to instead of your regular coffee.

You wondered if the hole in your stomach was morning sickness or nerves but you just crossed your fingers and hoped for the best as you waited. Jace walked in, dressed like a burst bag of clothes, and anxiously scanned the room before rushing to your table. “You’re late,”

“Class ran over. have you ordered?” he said making you roll your eyes at his lack of apology as he ordered from the very perky waitress you were for some unknown reason suddenly jealous of. after he ordered, even ordering you your favourite sandwich which you were shocked he knew, he turned his attention back to you, “So what’s ‘Defcon one’?” he asked, quoting your text.

You took a deep breath as you debated how to say it before suddenly the words tumbled out, “I’m late,”

“I thought you didn’t have class today?” Jace asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy making you face palm. A few beats of silence passed before Jace said a quiet oh, followed by a louder oh, followed by a “oh fuck,” followed by one more quiet oh.

“You good?”

“I mean sure. Are you?” he asked, sitting up suddenly and leaning over the table and dropping his voice, “Does it like hurt?”

You stared at this frat boy for a solid three seconds before rolling your eyes, “I’m pregnant not dying!”

“I thought it hurt, okay?”

“It hurts later on,”

“How am I supposed to know that?”

“Highschool biology!”

“I ditched that week!”

“Yeah, to fuck Sara Snow!” the waitress who brought your food offer gave an awkward smile making you both sigh and drop your voice. “Look I get this isn’t what we planned for but,” you paused for a second before finally saying the words out loud, “I wanna keep it, him, her, them I don’t know. but either way I totally do not expect you do be involved and I wont even tell your mom but I- “

“Eh!” Jace cut you off, his eyes widening as his shoulders tensed, “No! you don’t get to just toss me aside during this,”

“I’m not tossing you aside- “

“Yes, you are! It’s my kid!”

“It’s a clump of cells,”

“My god damn cells. Half of them belong to me,”

“What you want me to stick em on a petri dish?” you spat out, “Look I’m just trying to give you an out,”

“Who said I wanted an out?”

“You wanna raise this baby?”

“Yes, I wanna raise *my* baby,”

“It’s my baby,”

“Our baby!” Jace said before sighing, “Look I’m not going anywhere and don’t for a second think I’m gonna leave my kid behind thinking I’m a dead beat. No this is what’s gonna happen- “

“You are in no position to tell me what to do- “

“Shut up!” Jace snapped, “Honest to god shut up and listen to me okay cause I am freaked the fuck out right now but I am not gonna abandon you,” he said and you weren’t sure if it was the foetus getting to your brain but it was the sweetest way he’d ever told you to shut up which would normally be met with a rude slap, “We are gonna do this together. I’m gonna get a part time job at my family’s firm. We’re gonna save like hell and then by the time our last year rolls around the baby will be like what? 3 months?”

“Two,” you said as you let Jace recover from his spiral.

“Right two. We’re gonna get a flat off campus and we’ll just have to pick our classes at the same time to make sure we can do it, okay?” he said but the way his eyes were strained made you wonder if he was genuinely asking for reassurance.

“We got this,” you said, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand, “We’ll figure it out,”

Jace let out a heavy sigh of relief as he sunk into his chair and picked up his sandwich, “Okay good. Now eat up. And we’re getting dessert too. You’re eating for two,”

-

Shockingly Jace had been sweet this whole time. each day he dropped off snacks or random baby things he’d found at your dorm. This ranged from dummies to blankets to a fucking crib catalogue. When summer break came you were pregnant, terrified, and explaining to both your parents and Jace’s about the whole situation.

They were unpredictably happy. That was till you told them you weren’t a couple and your mums both deflated a little but eventually they got back with the programme. You expected Jace to lap up his final child free summer out partying but instead he took day trips with you to the beach, went out baby shopping with you, and would just sit in with you watching movies and eating ice cream. You wondered if he was trying to make you gain 100 sizes by the end of this pregnancy with the amount of junk food, he got you. he’d even drive over at 2am with whatever weird pregnancy craving you had.

The giving birth part was the terrifying bit. But Jace held your hand through every push. “Just one more,” the midwife told you as you began to break Jace’s hand with your grip but finally you heard the cries and let your head fall back into the pillow as you panted, “It’s a girl!”

“We have a daughter,” Jace grinned, a wide dopey smile on his face. His head turned to face you and soon you broke out in your own smile as they cleaned your baby up. You saw his head begin to dip but this kiss was far different from any other.

It was sweet and tender and life altering even if it lasted a second before the woman brought your daughter over and placed her on your chest, “Hi baby,” you cooed at her.

Jace leant over to get a better view, “She’s so pretty,” he whispered, “just like you,” he added as he kissed the top of your head, not even poking fun at the sweaty state of it.

-

Jace moved into the guest room at your house for the first week of your daughter's life but soon he ended up in your room. He said it was for convenience but that didn’t explain why he held you in his arms. As you began to unpack your things in your new flat as your baby slept you turned to Jace, “What are we?” you asked as he unpacked the plates.

He rolled his eyes at you as he put them in the cupboard, “My girlfriend you idiot,”

“You never asked,” you shot back, hand on hip.

He turned to you with his cockiest face possible, “Sorry I thought between the sex, cuddling, and baby we just had you would’ve caught on,”

“Uhuh,” you rolled your eyes as he turned away from you to continue unpacking but you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your cheek against his back, “Ask me,”

You could hear him chuckle before he turned around, taking your face in his hands, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You grinned before putting on your best thinking face, “I suppose I could be,”

“You suppose,” he rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he lent in to kiss you only to be rudely interrupted by a loud knocking at the door. “I’m gonna kill him,” Jace groaned as he ran to the door to stop the noise, so the baby didn’t wake.

“What up bro?” Cregan whisper shouted as he hurled into your flat, “Where’s the baby?”

“She’s in the nursery sleeping,” Jace said, slapping him in the stomach as he mentioned the sleep.

Cregan rolled his eyes as he passed Jace and walked up to you with an overflowing gift bag, “Consider this a baby-welcome home-nice to meet you properly gift,” he said as he handed you the bag.

You laughed as you began to empty the contents onto the bunker to find university baby sized hoodies, t shirts, hats, and even a scarf. Of course, digging further in you found a soccer jersey, baby sized of course, rattles, and then your hand settled on a box. “Condoms?” you asked, holding the box in the air.

“Hey!” Cregan defended, hands in the air, “She’s cute and all but I’m not ready to be a double uncle. They’ll overtake me when I babysit,”

You and Jace turned to each other before looking back at him, eyes narrowing with concern, “Who said you were babysitting?” Jace asked.

Cregan just rolled his eyes as he began to wander and look for the nursery, “Bitch please she needs me. I’m the fun uncle,”

“You’re not her uncle?” you said as he reached the pink painted nursery door.

Cregan span round, hand on heart and hurt in his eyes, “Not cool man. She’s not just your guy’s baby. She’s basically the frat baby,”

You debated arguing more but watching Cregan, a built like a truck manly man, fawn over a baby no bigger than a doll was too cute to interfere with. You weren’t sure how you survived university with a baby and a Jace btu somehow with a lot of help from Cregan and Sansa who had become expert babysitters by now you managed. Some day you would have to explain to your daughter her parents were sworn enemies but not today. No today your daughter was three years old and teaching Jace to do Taylor Swift choreography with her so they could surprise you.

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila @jacesvelaryons

@aleemendoza2425-blog  @happinessinthebeing @bellstwd

[nieceeee]

ONYANKOPON MASTERLIST

My one stop shop for this fine chocolate man. Content in purple is NSFW so minors DNI please and thank you!

UPDATED: 6/3/25

SERIES:

BESTFRIEND!ONY X READER

"ALWAYS MINE"

-bestfriend!ony x reader, your friends are confused on exactly how far this relationship goes. And it doesn’t help that they come over and you’re walking out of his bedroom

"BESTFRIENDS"

-Bestfriend!ony x reader have been friends for years. They do everything together from matching outfits to matching tattoos. But is Ony getting to close to his friend?

“SOUNDS OF FRIENDSHIP”

-PS: Bestfriend!ony always sneaks and checks on you every night as a part of his nighttime routine. But this one night, Ony hears something he definitely shouldn’t have. Yet, he can’t seem to pull himself away.

“GOOD MORNING BEST FRIEND”

P/S: What happens the next morning after you and Ony's encounter...

"WANNA BE"

P/S: “Not trynna hear you tell nobody that I’m just a friend. Just trynna make sure I’m the body that you call your man…” Ony is your best friend and its been that way for years. He was your safe haven as much as you were his. You've always shared a connection with one another that many didn't understand. But recently Ony has been struggling with his feelings for you. Things that he used to feel don't quite feel the same anymore. And he's forced to come to terms with reality...

ONE SHOTS:

"ALL THE THINGS"- Boyfriend Ony- angst, fluff, smut

- P/S: Most of your life your relationships have been transactional. You learned early on that nothing you get comes for free, especially with me. It was always a give and take. So when you got with Ony, you expected the same things. For every gift he got you, you made sure to double it because that's how the game goes right? Well Ony wasn't having that. He was going to get it through to you by any means necessary...

"For The 1st Time"- Arranged marriage- angst, fluff

-P/S: You knew that this was your destiny. From the time you were born. Ony knew it as well. But the problem...neither of you knew each other. Ony was set to be one of the most powerful men in his industry and to solidify that, your father promised you to him. But how the hell was he supposed to marry someone he's never met...

"My Little Secret"- Ony x reader - angst, smut

-You and Ony had never really solidified your relationship with one another. It was all "my man my man my man" when yall were alone but in public, nobody knew the dirty little secret you shared. Not even Ony's little girlfriend. So when he pulls up to the party with her on his arm, will you be able to keep that secret under wraps? If he doesn't tell, you won't tell..

"SPIN"- ony x reader - smut

-"Ass or tits?" was the question asked of him. "Titties all day. Yall can keep that other shit." Ony has always been an assertive man. He knew what he liked and what he didn't like. He knew what turned him on and what he pulled away from. He was always certain in his decisions. That was until you came along. The moment you stepped into his life, everything Ony swore he wasn't interested in was flipped upside down...

"MATTERS OF THE HEART" - fluff

-"pro athlete character who gets featured on a tiktok for the team where the social media manager asks to see what’s in the players’ lockers. he opens up his and everyone is shocked to see stick figure drawings from y’alls kids & printed out selfies of him, you, and your kids. the domestic display is so different from his in-game personality that it almost feels like a prank, but when questioned further, he just tells the viewers, “my locker is full of reminders for who im playing and winning for."

“I WONT BITE UNLESS YOU LIKE.” - smut

P/N: Ony’s life was everything he dreamed it would be. His dream career. A community he loved and who loved him. He had it all. So how the hell did he end up damn near losing everything when he met you?...

"KEEP DANCING WITH THE DEVIL AND ONE DAY ITS GONE FOLLOW YOU HOME" - smut

This is my entry for the “Ten Forbidden Desires” I did lust x only x reader. This one was different for me and kind of took a mind of it's own so please…

DRABBLES:

"ITS 7PM FRIDAY" - Ony's reaction to you singing Gloriila TGIF

"BOUNDARIES" - Bestfriend!ony who doesn’t know the meaning of personal boundaries and by doesn’t know I mean he doesn’t give two fucks.

"PERIOD PROBLEMS" - How your best friend acts when you're on your period.

SMAU:

"GIVE ME 5" "PT 2" - The guys are wondering what's taking Ony so long to get on the game.

"SEND ME MY BABY" - Ony wants pics of his baby girl

“PICS OR IT DIDNT HAPPEN” - You're wondering where your man went. Turns out he was just was just at the gym...

“COFFEE” - Ony brings you back a sweet treat after last night…

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

What if mc was pregnant? How would the brothers act?

All fluff I presume

The brothers reaction to a pregnant MC

*lets just say MC is pregnant from the brothers/brother I'm writing about*

Lucifer

After learning of MC's pregnancy he immediately became severely overprotective. He usually was by MC's side and watched over them but now he was on high alert. He would always stop MC from doing certain things or touching certain things that had devildom issues tied to them like cursed books and potion ingredients. He also would specifically request barbatos to get MC human world food that's safe for them or any safe food really. He becomes very annoying with watching everything that MC puts in their body but it's because he cares.

Mammon

He becomes so so much clingier. Like he won't leave MC's side at all. No one really has to ask where either one is since they will be together. He also does more favors for MC. He will get them food, clothes, shoes anything to keep MC happy. He becomes very stressed when MC is outside the house of lamentation and watches everything around them for some reason thinking something terrible will happen to MC.

Levi

This is the first time he's been both scared and happy. He usually sits and admires MC's belly since he realizes he's also apart of the tiny thing growing inside MC. He gets severely happy knowing that fact. He also practically pushes MC to stay in his room getting panicky when they leave for something simple as using the restroom. He of course doesn't push anything but you can tell he just wants MC to stick by him through most of their pregnancy. He orders way too many things offline for MC and actually leaves his room so MC doesn't have to.

Satan

He was immediately concerned for the babies health. He always gives MC random items that make the baby and MC healthy and just says 'eat/drink'. He also has a giant stack of baby books for the baby to read once it's here. He becomes more soft and barely has any outburst telling himself that he wont allow his kid to see his anger control him. He also basically follows MC around as a siri for any questions they may have since he of course studies every pregnancy book he can.

Asmos

Completely overjoyed and immediately gets set on making a crib and baby clothes closet for the child. He has about 100 or so outfits and the crib is in his symbols ofc. He pampers the hell out of MC and buys as much comfort stuff as he can for MC. Stating that being pregnant shouldn't take away all comfortability. He also does MC's skincare, bodycare anything really that MC feels too tired to do.

Beel

Now if we are talking happiness this man is simply glowing with it. He has always wanted a family and now that he has one forming he immediately was a ray of sunshine. His hunger actually calming down from how happy he was. He keeps MC very well fed basically never saying no to any of Mc's weird cravings unless they are harmful. He practically carries MC everywhere not wanting Mc's body to hurt them towards the end of the day. He also has no problem being MC's pillow, couch, chair, etc.

Belphie

He is the most chill out of all the brothers. He treats MC as he used to except he is more alert. Whenever MC slightly trips or falls he's immediately there to almost catch MC then scold them for scaring him and being careless. He does interrupt his sleep schedule to see if MC is eating properly and taking care of themselves. He uses his powers to help MC fall asleep when they need it and gives MC more of his most comfortable items for them to be less sore from all the weight they will gain from the baby.

[the-dragon-mizu]

hey uh

sleep token tumblr, i might be stupid, especially bc im not really keeping up with this, but has anyone actually looked into the house names?

like, the sheer narrative foils that these two are is kinda crazy

first up, house viridian:

“the house must endure”

symbolized by dual blades, characteristics include nobility, warriors, strength

fight response

said trait of nobility is further supported by the use of the word “house”, a formal organization of a sort, typically of the religious variety. it can also refer to a college at a university (britain, very formal)

color: green, symbolizes renewal, growth, tranquility

now, the feathered host:

“the cycle must end”

symbolized by a feather, characteristics include freedom, creativity, peace

flight response

now, as for the word host, this one is a bit loosey-goosey. two meanings stick out the most to me:

1. as in, someone who entertains guests

or 2. (and maybe this is just the religious trauma) host can refer to an army. its an archaic definition but vess’s a nerd so that wont stop him. also, in christianity, the angels (hey look, feathers) are commonly called “the heavenly host”. also, they’re god’s army

color: white, symbolizes surrender, purity, innocence

both the house and the host share a color in this yellow-gold color. yellow is weird, because of the sheer amount of negative associations with the color, especially a color like the one shown on both icons

it can mean jealousy, sickness, and deception

on a more positive note, it can also mean hope, happiness, and energy.

so, here me out:

we get told “behold, a divide” and that’s it, yeah?

it sets you up to think that the two are opposites, but i don’t think that that’s true. i think that the difference is more methodical than anything.

this becomes especially apparent when looking at it on the basis of instinctual responses. fight and flight are seen as fundamental opposites, but they both have the goal of keeping you alive, and that’s what i think is going on here

same goal, different methods.

hell, they both sit there and subvert expectation after expectation. the host, which seems peaceful at first impression, is potentially an army. the house, which seems based around fighting, may potentially be a damn college.

here’s my theory:

both are attempting to survive some world-changing event. fuck if i know what it is, i dont have the graphic novel, but it happened. at a guess, the house is trying to keep as many traditions alive as possible, and the host is trying to rebuild from the ground up, letting everything go in the process. neither attempt is inherently bad or good, there are pros and cons to both of them.

this can also be applied to mental health, if you really want to have fun! a sort of, “at what point do you cling to what you know, and at what point do you give up everything and rebuild yourself anew?” type beat. that’ll be fun to chew on if im right

[z0mbiewh0re]

Bf!Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: argument with rafe.

Warnings: cursing. Toxic. Slight smut? Slight Angst? Fem!Reader.

He did it again.

Like always.

Why does he always has to act like such an asshole?

You didnt know.

Hell, you were sure he didnt either.

In one Moment he is all sweet and then his mood changes and he gets all moody with you and treats you like shit.

You dont even remember why you fought this time it was probally the most stupid thing like always.

"Baby, im sorry."

He said, sighing. But you didnt answere.

He always did that. Said something mean what hurts you and the moment he realise he went to far he starts apologizing and sweet talk you. But he didnt mean it. He never did.

When he was met with your silence he sighs again louder this time. Rafe was a Drama Queen. When something didnt work out like he wanted he snaps.

"Really? You wanna play it like that?" he continued, unamused.

"Fine."

Rafe wasn’t one to back down easily.

but when it came to you, he’d do anything to stop you from being mad at him.

He just couldnt without you.

He groans annoyed as he wrapped his arms around your waist and throws you over his shoulder completely ignoring you squirming.

He's going to take you out. Let you order and eat as much you want.

Go Shopping with you buying you pretty dresses and skirts.

Of course he is going to carry your bags around. And if your shoes get to uncomfortable of course he is going to carry you too like the princess you where for him.

Rafe knew this maybe wont work on you.

But he at least has to try.

One minute more of this silent treatment and he would loose his temper. And he really tried not to.

He wanted to hear your pretty voice again. Even if you just yell at him.

He needs you.

He walked over to his car, and gently let you down into the passenger seat. He then came around to the driver’s side, and sats down before he buckles you up and gives you a small forhead kiss.

Then he buckles himself up and starts the car, making his way to your favorite Restaurant.

With an annoyed huff you turn your gaze out of the window while crossing your arms over your chest.

He looked at you for a secound before turning his gaze on the road again.

He knew he riled you up for sure this time.

he could feel the tension in the air, and it was so thick it was almost suffocating.

It made him sick.

He didn’t even like arguing with you.

it made him feel like trash, seeing you annoyed because of him. But he just had to open his damn mouth and cause a scene.

He didnt know why he always acted like that.

He just couldnt control his anger.

It was so stupidly hot inside of this fucking car.

But of course he didnt turn the air conditioning on.

He always said he doesnt want you to get sick.

Annoying.

You tried to open with window but it was locked.

how unnecessary.

"Open the window..."

You mutter annoyed.

He raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised that you were talking to him rather than keeping up your one-sided silent treatment.

He didn’t hesitate, though, and rolled your window down.

"There you go."

he said flatly, keeping his eyes on the road.

Why did he say it like that?!

Did he except you to thank him?

You sticked your hand out of the window enjoying the cold air against your warm skin.

You wouldve thanked him.

Rafe hated it when you were a ungreatful brat. But right now he deserved everything but an "thanks".

A small pang of irritation flared inside of him as you didn’t even give him a ‘thank you’.

He wasn’t expecting one anyway, he did cause this, after all.

But still.

He let out a huff of breath, grip tightening on the steering-wheel. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again.

"You’re not gonna say it?"

he asked.

"Dont know what you mean."

You say annoyed laying your hand on the outside of the car.

He felt the annoyance grow even more inside of him.

"Jesus Christ..."

he muttered under his breath.

He knew you’d try to get under his skin. You weren’t gonna let go of this.

“Say 'thank you'."

he prompted through gritted teeth.

He couldn’t take your snarky attitude anymore. Even for a moment longer.

He pulled the car into an empty parking lot as soon as he found one, he turned off the car and turned to you.

"Say. It. Now."

He demanded.

You shook your head. You where pushing it. You knew that. But after the things he said to you earlier he deserved it.

"Or what? You gonna yell at me again?"

You asked looking at him.

You could see the anger in his eyes.

"I’ll do more than just yell at you. Say it."

he ordered, eyes narrowing, his voice dropping low.

"For what?! rolling my window down because you for whatever reason have a stupid childlock in your window?!"

You snap.

He reached over and gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"Stop testing my patience."

his grip on your jaw tightens.

"If I tell you to say ‘thank you’, you say ‘thank you’. Got it?"

He says while gritting his teeths.

You slap his hand away and move to open the door.

A surge of anger passed through him as you slapped his hand away. He really didn’t want to hurt you, but you were really starting to push his damn buttons way to much.

He leaned over and pushed you back into the seat, one hand gripping your hip and the other resting on your neck.

his eyes boring into yours.

"Stay in that damn seat. Im not done talking with you."

he said, as his jaw clenched.

"I dont care if youre done or not cause i am!"

You snap.

"I don’t care!"

he mocked, his patience wearing thin.

"You’re acting like a goddamn child right now. If you can’t even say ‘thank you’ for me rolling the window down, than maybe you need to learn how to act respectful. God, you’re acting as bratty as Wheezie right now."

He says as he pressed down on your neck slightly.

"Im acting like a child?! Youre whining like a little bitch because i didnt thank you!"

His eyes widened at the insult as his anger flared.

"Stop. Talking. Bullshit. If anyone’s acting like a little bitch, it’s you. You can’t even act like a goddamn adult for ten minutes and show me any sort of respectful appreciation."

he fired back, raising his voice.

"Maybe because you dont deserve any kind of respect after acting like a stupid asshole the whole morning!"

You yell.

"I was acting like a stupid ass-"

he cut himself off mid-sentence, scoffing in disbelief, and rubbed a hand over his face, taking a deep breath.

"Well, Jesus Christ, maybe you should’ve just let me apologize back there instead of giving me the silent treatment and acting like a goddamn brat!"

he retorted, voice growing more strained.

"Yeah Rafe do that again. everyone is wrong except you! Stop with that fucking victim playing its seriously so exhausting!"

You yell.

You where right.

He always did that!

He lets his anger out on you making you lose your mind but acts like you started.

"You know I get angry easily, yet you’re still being an irrational, annoying little pain in the ass like you always are!"

he snaps back, his temper getting thiner.

"You’re acting like a spoiled little brat right now, acting like all of this is entirely my fault. You always act like you’re always right, but guess what? You’re not!"

He yells.

You take a deep breath as you shake your head and look out of the window.

He lets out an exasperated huff.

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like arguing with you at all. Seeing you annoyed because of him was the last thing he wanted.

He stayed silent a moment before he tried to speak again, voice lowering a slight bit.

"Look at me."

he ordered.

Your ignore his order looking at the trees around the parking lot.

He raised an eyebrow at your actions, his anger growing once more.

"baby, I said look at me."

he repeated.

You sigh as you turn your gaze back to him.

"What?"

You ask still a bit annoyed but clearly more calm then before.

He breathed out a sigh of relief as he saw you turn to face him.

He took a sharp breath.

"You’re actually giving me a headache, you know that?"

he muttered.

"That feeling is mutual."

You say with a huff.

As annoying as he found you at the moment, he still couldn’t deny the fact that he needed you.

He exhaled another irritated sigh, as he laid his hand on your thigh.

"Stop being so difficult, baby. It’s just making things worse for both of us..."

he said, voice taking on a softer tone.

"You started all of this."

You said looking down at his hand.

“I did.”

he admitted with a nod.

“But you’re the one keeping it going with that bratty attitude of yours.”

he pointed out, gesturing to you.

"Cry about it..."

You mutter under your breath as his grip on your thigh tightens.

"Keep this up and i give you a reason to cry about."

He says with a stern tone.

You just nod. You didnt wanted to keep this up. You didnt wanted to keep fight with him.

You have to admit you liked pushing his buttons but real fighting was different.

He raised an eyebrow at your nod in response, not expecting you to be compliant so soon.

"Why are you being so compliant now, baby?" he questioned, a bit of confusion laced in his voice.

"Not in the mood for this anymore."

You simply say.

A hint of relief flashed across his face.

"That’s good, because honestly, this arguing is getting tedious as hell."

he admitted.

"You done acting out?"

He asked.

"You done making me act out?"

You asked back.

"Only if youre a good girl and make it up to me."

[skekthesilly]

hey hey hey!!!!! its currently the great depression of as!!! nobody ever called it that but I DO NOW!!! the era where skek got so sick she couldnt even do any as shit!!! BUT GUESS WHAT??? we did it. we are so back. and we brought gifts!!!!!

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FISH!!!!!!!!!!!

also heres the back fins better (not really)

whatever. you get it. fish.

ouurgh im NEVER DRAWING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways. MUONS!! fishy..... fishy fish fish..... this is like that time i saw sebastian solace for the very first time in regretevator and i was filled with so much utter and visceral rage i wanted to dip him in boiling oil and deep fry him. iunno why

muons live in the water.... because theyre fish... i need to gather my thoughts better. hold on a mo. give me a min. ok thanks

-

muons are particles that mainly live in water!! they CAN come out of the water (for rp purposes) but most of them dont know that. they live too short to know that anyways

- appearance -

they're blue!!! they've got huge huge fins n shit - the fins are slightly see-through!!!! i didnt show that off here because that fucking drawing took me forever (i was procrastinating)

huge. massive fucking chubby fish bitches. fucking large. also strong as hell!! i dont know what to tell you but you are not carrying these guys yourself unless you deadlift

weird fin feet n hands... these losers cant interlock fingers... everyone point and laugh at them...

they got cool spiral markings on their bodies. completely random and varies from muon to muon but they ARE symmetrical in location if not in appearance. also. heh. theyre like seawings. so the markings are bioluminescent. they can glow. heh. yeah isnt that cool. also the dots on their fins can do that too. the dots on their fins dont have to be dots btw theyre also random and symmetrical. the spiral skin markings do have to be spirals but the fin markings can be whatever. you can get an among us on your fins you ever think about that

you can see their bones...

me when i CANT STICK TO A SINGLE ARTSTYLE FOR THE LIFE OF ME </3 whatever. i hate the proportions here but we ball

they got these silly lil whisker things on their face. like catfish. why? helps them detect prey

also muons have moree defined snouts so that they have the things sharks have. which help them detect bioelectricity from prey. which helps them detect prey. yeah. these guys will find you

yes their bodies are also see-through!! like glass frogs!! you can see all their organs and shit!!!!! i also didnt show that because im FUCKING TIRED. do you know what being sick for a week does to a man. give me a break on god </3 /silly

their see-throughness makes them hard to spot in the water!! so be careful scuba diving... these guys are ALWAYS HUNGRY!!!!!

- speaking of hungry -

these bitches are MADE hungry. they are always fucking hungry and the sea is not very merciful to them. so cannibalism is common!!

they dont think very much of it. this is why, in the sea, there's not very much civilization. too busy being hungry. if they werent so fucking hungry all the time theyd def have their own civilization. they're not dumb. they can think and want and have thoughts like any boring particle. their environment just wont let them be free....

they're a pretty solitary species. but sometimes there will be schools of muons out hunting... the schools are the most dangerous!! they dont care who they eat as long as they all get fed

feisty little bitches... if they're the victim then the hunter's not leaving without a fight!! and a few bad wounds. and maybe a missing limb or two.

while i was making these guys i was like "WAIT!! I DIDNT COVER THEIR PEANITS!!" then i went "wouldnt it be funny if they didnt fucking need them" so yeah. cosmic rays fly through the sly and tangle with the stars and they make little mini muon sparks that fall and fall to the ground like a shower of stardust and sink into the ocean where they spend most of their life hiding and growing and hunting until they are their full size. which is normally huge. they dont need to reproduce the cosmic rays do that for em. plus they grow quick and they die quick i dont think theyd have any time

when muons die they make an electron and two neutrinos. they make a catfish and a catbug and a fishbug. and all the other muons eat them. its rare to see catfish out and about in society because theyre all in the sea getting eaten. go to the surface girlies theres a better life up there for you </3

- misc -

fishermen with the huge nets for mass catching fish sometimes lose their nets and all the fish inside because a hungry muon ripped the net from the boat and now they have a meal thatll last them maybe a few days

fishermen sometimes catch muons. theyre considered a delicacy because theyre so fucking hard to catch. muon sushi 🥺🥺

muons use their electricity type energy less in favor of physical strength. but when in danger theyll be like eels and zap you. they zap each other a lot but like who cares. they get eaten anyways

im losing my train of thought. how do i make these posts again

funny how irl theyre supposed to be similar to electrons. do you guys see the resemblance between these fish and the cats

muons and photons have this natural rivalry between them. nobody's sure why. they just hate each others guts. and want each other eaten. evolutionary thing, particles think. i mean a photon's strong enough it proobably could maybe pull up a muon. maybe. tentative maybe.

they love water 😁 if theyre coming onto the surface they can tolerate not having water for a while but its best for them to have daily showers. dont mind the water bill

"guys this movie is unrealistic muons dont do that" (the movie in question is jaws but the shark is a muon)

when a muon gets dehydrated its bad. its yucky. they get dry and crackly and they will go crazy. its like cutting off an electrons tail. bitches will go crazy

they can SEE IN THE DARK!!!! night vision.....

gills...... awawawaw.....

also muon blood is blue. yeah like neutron blood. what are you gonna do, fight me about it?

lowkey ive been seeing parallels w/ neutrons and muons. cannibalism. eated. thats honestly it actually

they lowkey jiggy with eating people. "ewww thats so gross" "yeah but like. good food is good food man"

theyd probably be clumsy on land. especially with tha big ass tail look at how fucking huge that is

theyre always in some sort of animal mode. feesh mode. when theyre hunting theyre fully fish. fully locked in and unwilling to be civil. but when theyre not theyre just like. occasionally fish. idk man. do whatever with the fucking muons i love fish

im so tired. i did nothiing the whole week. consider this an apology post. more muon lore coming whenever

edit: I FORGOT THE MUON SYMBOL

[princessofghosts-posts]

I need an insight of the chthonic gods during HoO,and how much everyone was freaking out about Nico,because they were worried about him and had no clue where he was.

In MoA Nemesis straight up went to Leo and Hazel and told them to hurry the hell up otherwise Nico was gone. Thanatos was worried about him in SoN when Hazel asked about him after they freed him. Persephone gave him the seeds so she probably know what was going to happen. Hades got to him only in BoO and told him he was always welcome in the palace in case he died.

But I need to see more.

Like:

Nico on the surface: *trying to survive the trip on the Argo II and everything else*

The Underworld: *freaking out because they have no idea what the hell he is doing and are worried about their prince*

It would be both wholesome,since it can feature every god in the Underworld and their relationship with him (Nico embodies most of their values/domains),and hilarious because while Nico is only trying to survive the Underworld is just freaking out about everything. The ghosts,the skeletons,the zombies and the dead they sent to him aren't helping,but they are also worried about him so they stick to him and checks on him. Nico is stuck with them unfortunately since they wont leave him.

Nico is probably the most protected demigod out there,you can't tell me otherwise.

(Ok- I just gave myself a fic idea. Again. I hate you brain)

[pumpkinsy0]

can you give your thoughts/hcs of darry slowly realizing papercut is a thing

(coming from your post about darry sewing curlys jeans)

srry u have to deal w them darry😕😕

•i think we give darry too much credit in knowing whats going on w pony, that man is overworked and stressed. even if not, usually guardians rlly do NOT know what the hell their kid is up to and thats whats going on here, pony rlly doesnt have to try THAT hard to hide him and curly being together

•ponys always had a bitttt of a “yea im way better than most ppl in this neighborhood, i would never stoop to their level” thing goin on his head and darry knew that but technically he wasnt 100% wrong so he didnt correct him (darry also lowkey has that mindset too but whatever) POINT IS, when pony started defending the HOODRAT!!!! things curly does, darry questioned y pony was doin that, cause before he would probably join along in talking down on that

•curly has a habit of writing on pony w a permanent marker, pony tells him to stop but honestly its a nice feeling. here and there curly will write his name on pony, darry sees it, and just cmon, he has to see that for the next few days and its happened multiple times, hes questioning pony on why hes letting him do that and walk around like its a stick and poke tattoo

•theres secretly this think the shepard gang does to label the ppl their seeing (sexually or romantically doesnt matter) for safety and just bc most of them r pretty possessive, they give them something of theirs to wear!! a bandana, blade, and in ponys case, one of curlys wrist bandages!! darrys heard about the whole thing around the neighborhood (thought i was stupid and childish may i add), seen it on pony, and pony swears its just bc curly had an extra one and gave it to him

•id say the reason y he thought pony and curly were still friends is bc he just assumed pony was moving fast to idk not replace but fill the gap johnny left when he died, and thats y pony was acting the way he was w curly. its already complicated and darry didnt want to complicate it more by putting pony in the spotlight

•nobody bats an eye at curly touching pony, hes always been a handsy guy, pony on the other hand??? gettin more comfortable w curly, touching his hair, seen them cuddling which ponys only done w johnny and soda,,,two ppl hes rlly close to,,,hmmmmmm. curly woke up to darry just staring at him and curly thought he had sleep paralysis, darry was just one big dark shape

•darrys probably seen a hickey on ponys neck/shoulder bit while pony was trying to do his hair in the bathroom and his shirt wasnt fully covering it tbh darry just didnt make it a big deal cause it looked like a shadow and hey ponys a teen and knows he can go to darry for (almost, lol) whatever

•instead of being like “yea theyre together” in his mind, jumping to conclusions, darry chose to stay a lil ignorant to it until it was undeniable , even then hes asking soda for extra confirmation cause hes closest to pony. also went to tim but say it w me now, tim doesnt care about his siblings love lives, but even he knows that they r cause curly wont shut up about him

•there was a time,pony and curly got picked up by a cop at makeout point, when the officer dropped pony off, tbh he was more upset at what they did that he didnt ask what they were doing there in the first place, they just b doin anything and goin everywhere thats one of the least craziest spots hes figures out pony went but darry still questioned it a tad. he meant to ask at some point but just forgot and let it go

•darry ACTUALLY found out bc pony was literally soft launching curly to darry for weeks and curly making “we r dating” jokes for months even when they werent dating lessened the shock darry wouldve went through had they not done that, manipulative freaks😒

[ratatoast]

Son coeur est le tien

Alastor x Reader qpr (general headcanons)

a/n: halfway through writing this, i realised that maybe my idea of a qpr might be different than someone else's haha,,, also, this is the very first time I've written for hazbin hotel lol (and should i mention that english isn't my first language? haha)

that being said, i hope y'all enjoy this mess :P

also also if y'all would like me to continue writing Alastor qpr (cuz there's def a shortage on that), feel free to send me prompts :)) i obvi wont write nsfw, but other than that, i think anything is fine (?)

Being in a qpr with the radio demon would include…

Long talks over tea/coffee

There’s never any awkward silence between the two of you. You two could be chatting about the most mundane things, and the conversation would still flow perfectly.

He’d definitely learn exactly how you like your hot beverage.

I personally can’t imagine him being an avid coffee drinker tbh, but I don’t think he’d mind if you are one.

Takes your tea parties very seriously, knows all your favourite pastries, puts on some smooth jazz, brings out the fine china, etc

Loves listening to you talking about your day, your current interests, hobbies, etc. Even if the topic itself isn’t all that interesting to him, he’ll still listen to you.

The both of you love gossiping with each other. Neither of you will admit it to others though.

Petnames

You very rarely hear your given name come out of this man’s mouth.

He never calls you anything that he deems too sickly sweet, usually sticks to dear, sweetheart, or darling.

If he’s having a particularly great day, he might call you love, but that doesn’t happen very often.

Constant praises & words of affirmation

I think words of affirmation is one of his main love languages.

He constantly showers you with praises, telling you how gorgeous you look, how witty your jokes are, etc.

We all know that this man is a charmer, however his compliments to you are more than just empty words… most of the time :p

Do keep in mind that this man is a master manipulator tho, so he isn't above using sweet talk to get what he wants.

Playful banter that keeps you on your toes

He loves a good back and forth, especially if his darling is a particularly witty individual.

The two of you can turn any conversation into a battle of words.

However, if you take it too far, he’s not afraid to put you in your place with a couple of sharp words, aimed to hurt.

But most of the time it’s just good fun :)

Never having to so much as lift a finger

He’s very big on acts of service.

Forget about opening doors or pulling out chairs for yourself.

He takes being a gentleman very seriously, especially when it comes to you.

But not only is he a gentleman, he’s also a powerful overlord.

So if you ever need anything, be that a new pair of shoes, or getting rid of a particularly nasty demon, consider it done.

Being his closest confidant

We all know that Alastor has many acquaintances, however he falls short on meaningful connections.

He doesn’t let people get too close to him, and it is sort of understandable why.

You are one of the only exceptions to that.

You know more about this man than all of hell combined.

It took a while for him to open up to you, and even longer until he started telling you about his past.

He’s the kind to drop hints about himself and let you figure out the rest.

Trust goes a long way with him, I think he’d be more open to sharing his plans and such with someone that he knows won’t question his every move.

Even so, there’s still a lot that you don’t know about him, but you’ll just have to take what you can.

You can dress however you want… as long as it fits his taste

He’s not all too picky about what you wear.

Contrary to popular belief, he wouldn’t expect you to be in full glam 24/7.

If you like more revealing clothes, well, he’ll just have to make sure that anyone that dares to as much as look at you the wrong way is taken care of.

That being said, looking well put together is a must.

You represent him in a way, and he expects you to look the part.

He can’t have you wandering the streets of hell in rags that not even the lowest sinners would wear.

Absolutely no modern technology allowed

Do I even need to explain this?

He’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to the possibility of Vox messing with you.

You are never truly alone

Alastor would make sure to accompany you on your outings as much as his schedule allows it.

But let’s be real, he’s a very busy man.

He makes sure that a few of his shadows keep an eye on you though, even in his absence.

I don’t think your personal strength matters in this case, as I’ve mentioned before, there’s very little that this man wouldn’t do for you, especially when it comes to your personal safety.

Lets you get closer to him than anyone else

This time, I’m talking about physical closeness.

We all know that he isn’t big on physical touch.

However, I feel like you could get away with a lot more than others.

When the two of you are walking somewhere, it’s not unusual for him to offer you his arm.

When you’re standing next to him, he sometimes rests his hand on your back, although that is often a subconscious thing.

If you’re having a particularly rough day, he isn’t too opposed to letting you hug him.

You can also get away with laying on his lap sometimes, and if he’s feeling exceptionally gracious, he might even pet your hair.

PDA is definitely a big no-no, on one hand he has an image to protect, but I also just don’t think he’d be too comfortable with showing his more vulnerable side in public.

As for kisses… if you haven’t seen each other in a while, he might greet you with a kiss on your hand, but that’s as far as it ever goes.

He’s not a very touchy-feely person, so if that bothers you… good luck finding someone better than the radio demon ;)

me af tbh lmao

anway, thanks for reading pookies mwah (slash platonic lol)

[lowres720]

Bunny and the Junkyard Dog

Little note~ Im literally cramming as much as i can before my shift tmrw so im still writing more while at work but wont be able to post until my next full day off 🖤

Chapter 8! Confess and Pin

Sparring was supposed to be routine.

Just drills. Light work. Prep for a mixed tag loop next week where Y/N would be paired with Dean for the first time in front of a crowd.

They’d been running spots for twenty minutes now, taking turns working sequences and calling reversals mid-move, both drenched in sweat under the warm-up ring lights of the empty performance center.

Dean didn’t think much of it at first.

Sure, she was tighter now—snappier with her footwork, more confident in her body, more aggressive in her setups—but still the same girl who used to flinch when the bell rang.

Until she dropped him.

And meant to.

His back hit the mat with more force than expected, and when he blinked up at her, she was already moving—fluid, precise, low to the ground.

And then, before he could fully process it—

She had him.

One leg looped under his arm, her torso pressing sideways into his chest, her free hand bracing against his shoulder as she yanked back in a modified Fujiwara armbar that made his eyes pop.

Dean hissed through his teeth.

“You what the! holy shit."

“Tap if it’s too much,” she said sweetly oh so sweetly, like a waitress offering dessert.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” he grunted, barely able to shift under her weight. Her smile was smug. “Mhmm yeah maybe.”

“Where the hell’d you learn this?” “Booker.”

“Damn traitor.”

She laughed. And then while still holding him in the most sinful position imaginable, one knee brushing the side of his ribs and her hips firmly planted against his. She said it so casually.

“Wanna get dinner after this?”

Dean had the most shocked expression ever on his face he was sure it would freeze like that.

“…What?”

“Just like, casual.”

“You’re asking me out while torturing my shoulder?”

“Multi-tasking.”

He laughed harder than he had in weeks. “You are not who I thought you were.” She loosened the hold just enough to let him breathe.

“I thought I was the bunny.” “You’re a wolf in a hoodie.” She sat back on her heels, finally letting him go. “Is that a yes?”

Dean sat up slowly, rubbing his shoulder and still catching his breath.

“You just pinned me into submission almost make me cream my pants and then asked me to dinner like it was nothing.”

“And?” He looked at her. Really looked.

Her flushed cheeks. Her gleaming skin. Her hair sticking to her temples. That casual, confident grin that didn’t demand anything but invited everything.

And in that moment?

He was done.

“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s get dinner.”

She stood, offered a hand.

He took it.

And as she pulled him to his feet, he tugged her just a little too close. Not enough to cross the line. But enough to make her breath catch.

“Next time,” he murmured, “I’m flipping the script.”

She smirked. “Sure, old man. Just dont forget the Viagra and pump.”

Dean’s heart stumbled. "Hey what the fuck I"m not THAT old...wait how old do you think i am?" she just giggled while he chased after her.

Oh yeah he was so screwed. And for once? He didn’t want to be anywhere else. Well until they made it to her hotel room...

It was supposed to be casual. Just takeout a few laughs maybe a Red Bull. Nothing serious. That’s what Dean kept telling himself as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror with a pink terry-cloth headband holding his hair back and something called a “hydrating matcha detox mask” slowly drying on his face.

“This is hell,” he muttered.

From behind him, Y/N’s laughter was muffled by the hotel pillow she’d stuffed into her mouth.

“You agreed,” she gasped between giggles.

“I agreed to food and maybe a movie. You didn’t say anything about spa night torture.”

She padded in barefoot from the mini hallway, a green mask painted expertly across her cheeks and nose, her hair tied up with an identical bunny-eared headband.

Dean turned to look at her.

And stilled.

Because she looked adorable.

Radiant.

Ridiculous, sure but in a way that made his heart feel too full and his brain too slow to process it.

“You’re not even trying to have fun,” she said, plopping down cross-legged on the bed, two Red Bulls balanced precariously on the nightstand beside her.

Dean followed. Grumbling. But he sat anyway.

“Chinese is getting cold,” she added, handing him a carton and some chopsticks.

Dean took it and raised a brow. “Do I want to know what this mystery meat is?”

“Probably not. Just smother it in soy sauce and make peace with your choices.”

He cracked a smile and dug in.

They ate shoulder to shoulder, legs brushing beneath the blanket. The bad hotel movie they’d landed on was some poorly dubbed horror flick with plot holes the size of Texas and the most dramatic sound effects known to man.

Dean roasted it like it had personally insulted him.

Y/N choked on her noodles more than once from laughing.

And somewhere between the second can of Red Bull and the fortune cookies, she sat back and tilted her head.

“We need to take pictures.”

Dean froze. “What?”

“Photos. To commemorate this extremely cursed but wholesome moment.”

“I don’t do photos.”

“You do now.”

“I look like Shrek.”

“You look like a swamp creature who deserves love.”

“That’s not comforting.”

“Too bad.”

Before he could argue, she had her phone out and the front camera pointed at them.

He leaned back.

“Nope.”

She leaned in.

“Ambrose.”

“You’re not gonna post those, right?”

“Of course not.”

“You swear?”

“Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout.”

“Correct. But you still trust me.”

He sighed.

She nudged his shoulder with hers. “One. Just one.”

He grunted.

But leaned in.

Just enough.

She snapped it.

Then another.

And another.

He didn’t smile once.

But he didn’t move away either.

When she set the phone down, she glanced at the screen and grinned.

“You’ve got dimples, you know.”

Dean looked over at her.

“What?”

“You don’t smile much. But I’ve seen ’em.”

He flushed.

Under the green mask, it wasn’t easy to see but the way he turned away, the way his hand came up to rub the back of his neck, the way his shoulders curled inward?

Oh, he was blushing.

“You’re a menace,” he muttered.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He looked at her, deadpan.

And she winked.

Winked.

Dean Ambrose, hardcore icon, watched her pull a Red Bull from the stash, sip it delicately, and wink at him with a face mask still drying on her nose.

And he was done.

He didn’t say anything else.

Just leaned his head back against the headboard.

And smiled. Only a little but she caught it. Didn’t say a word.

But she saved that photo.

The one where he wasn’t looking at the camera.

But at her.

It was late.

The movie had long since ended, the food containers discarded in the trash, and the face masks had dried, flaked, and been scrubbed away with laughter and half-hearted complaining.

Now, the hotel room was quiet.

Dim.

Comfortable.

Y/N sat on the bed, one leg tucked beneath her, scrolling through the photos they took earlier while Dean put his hoodie back on near the door.

He glanced over his shoulder.

“Alright, I should go.”

“Yeah,” she said, soft but reluctant.

Dean lingered a little longer, hand on the doorknob.

Neither of them moved to say more.

Then almost too casual Y/N said, “Hey, thanks for hanging out tonight.”

He looked at her.

Met her eyes.

And smiled—just for her.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Me too.”

And then he was gone.

She sent the first photo twenty minutes later.

Bun Y/N: This one’s my favorite. You look like you’re judging my soul.

Dean smirked at his screen from his hotel bed, feet kicked up, hair still slightly damp from the shower he took after getting in.

Deany the Meanie:I was judging your candy-to-noodle ratio. Bun Y/N:You’re just mad I found the good fortune cookie. Yours said “do your taxes.” Deany the Meanie:Still better than “your crush is watching.” Bun Y/N:Could’ve been accurate tho. You were watching me eat dumplings like it was a sport.

Dean ran a hand over his face.

Grinning.

God, she was getting to him.

Then came another picture.

A candid one.

She must’ve taken it during one of his rants about the horror movie’s plot holes.

He was mid-sentence, gesturing with chopsticks, brows furrowed, expression animated.

He didn’t even remember her snapping it.

Bun Y/N:You’re weird. But I like weird.

Dean stared at the screen longer than he meant to.

Felt something tight pull loose in his chest.

She sent one more text a few minutes later.

Bun Y/N:I’m really glad we’re friends You make things feel… easier. Maybe it can be more?

Dean’s fingers hovered over the keyboard.

He wasn’t great with words.

Especially not the soft ones.

But he tried.

Deany the Meanie: Yeah. You’re easy to be around.

Simple.

Honest.

True.

She didn’t reply right away.

He waited.

Three dots appeared.

Paused.

Disappeared.

Then nothing.

For fifteen minutes.

He almost typed again—but stopped.

And then his phone buzzed once more.

A photo.

Blurry.

Low light.

It was her pillow.

And part of her cheek.

Half her face hidden, eyes closed, hair a soft tangle around her hoodie.

She’d clearly fallen asleep with the phone still in her hand.

His heart twisted.

She hadn’t meant to send it.

But she had.

He looked at the image for a long time.

Then locked his phone.

Set it on the nightstand.

And let out a slow breath.

No anxiety.

No noise.

No need to pretend.

She made the quiet feel good.

And for the first time in months, Dean Ambrose fell asleep with a smile still ghosting his lips.

[ferrocyan]

refracted

gen - 1614w

(read on AO3)

True to True Vue, crowds of people pass by in great numbers by his street-corner seat. Retsarra pays mind to none of them. Under the brim of his cap, he sees nobody else. Hell, his eyes are barely open. It isn't until a voice greets him that his attention is drawn.

"Oh, is that? Hey, Howl–err, not anymore, huh?"

He lifts his head and sees a masked milalla. Even before she takes it off, he returns the greeting. "Sugar—ah, right. It's good to see you."

In her signature black-and-pink, she's still a recognizable figure. She waves lightly as she approaches. "Sugar Riot's fine, I still sign my art under that name, too. I was just scoping out this part of town for new canvases, actually. What are you up to?" she asks, jumping on the bench to sit beside him.

Retsarra does his best to match her cheer. "Nothing much," he laughs lightly. "Just now I dropped by the Hunters' Association to inquire after an opening. I thought I could get back to my old career before the arena, but," the words catch in his throat. He suppresses a groan, grimacing tightly—another wave of headache hits him. Just as it had in the headquarters.

It came without warning, and far more intense than usual. One moment Retsarra had been reminding his superior of his impeccable conduct the last three years, that he really had changed since leaving the Association—the next he was bent over clutching his head, unable to speak even a word of "Please have me reinstated."

"I commend the balls to walk in here after what you did," his old captain told him, sympathy in his voice, "but if you aren't fit to stand up straight in my office, you aren't fit to go out in the field. Go home and enjoy your retirement."

Retsarra grits his teeth. It feels as if his brain is being ripped out of his skull without an exit. By some means a small part of his mind holds on, the very last knuckles gripping onto the cliff as the rest of his body hangs in empty air. He can't let go. He absolutely can't let go of it. He remembers falling, and the thought drives his heart hammering wildly in his chest.

The ache passes quickly this time, and he returns with the awareness that he's left another conversation unfinished. Without a memory of what he wanted to say, he sighs. "I suppose it's no wonder they turned me down immediately," he says bitterly.

Sugar gives him a sympathetic look, then puts her head back down. Retsarra realizes she's been up to something and leans closer to see. "What are you doing there?"

"Art, obviously!" Sugar Riot draws as is her wont, this time with markers instead of her customary spray paint. He can't quite make out what her subject is, but knowing her most infamous works it's likely some manner of cartoonish animal. Sugar's tongue sticks out as she scribbles color into her lines.

Retsarra observes her fondly. "Right, I should report this vandalism to a sentry." He says it without enough levity to sell the joke, but Sugar grins at him anyway.

"You would do that, huh, mister goody-two-shoes!" She pokes at the back of his hand, and Retsarra moves it out of the way of her drawing space. Sugar asks while scribbling further, "Is that why you just let them?"

"Let them what?"

"Turn you down. You were a champion and all," she gestures up and down at him, "why not throw your weight around a little? If anyone tells me no, Sugar Riot, you can't paint in our studio because you're retired, I'd spray paint right on their face. Take that!" She points a yellow marker at Retsarra, a threat to which he complies, backing off with a chuckle.

He sets down with his elbows on his knees, rubs at his eyes. "But I get it. The Hunters’ Association are conscientious people. The brass are always careful with the risks their men take on—too careful, sometimes," he says, voice tight. Retsarra knows that fact well. "Of course I'm aware that as I am at this moment, without a regulator but with a soul that'll deteriorate any minute now, I'm nothing more than a liability." The corners of his lips pull up into a grin, his voice raising into a laugh, "Hah, what good is retiring if I'll end up dead, broke and alone anyway?!"

The world snaps back into focus. Retsarra hears the words pouring out of his mouth, as if unaware he'd been saying them himself. He slaps his own face with both hands, hiding for a moment behind his palms. Don't forget yourself. He lets go, silently cursing at his own stupidity, then offers a weak smile at Sugar Riot. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I would..."

She seems slightly surprised, but either gets over it or hides it in a flash. She waves off his concern. "It's fine. Good, kinda? Shows you do have a personality," Sugar tells him, grinning.

Retsarra wants to laugh along, but her words strike him oddly. He questions, "Do I? When the captain refused me, I... actually, I had no idea what to do." After being rejected he just stood there without saying another word. He knows enough manners to have given a parting line, he hopes—but he can't be sure. All he recalls is that his mind went utterly blank.

Retsarra could usually orient himself around his identity: the Howling Blade, the babyface champion of the Arcadion. Before, he knew what he had been too, as a hunter of Everkeep. He muses aloud, drawing a blank on the conclusion, "But what am I, now?"

Sugar Riot taps a marker against her chin. "Ooh... troublesome question there, if you aren't sure, 'cause I'm drawing you as a wolf. Is that okay?"

Retsarra blinks. "Me?" he leans over again to look at Sugar's art. She lets him see fully, a cartoon wolf with spiky mane of blue and yellow fur. Its red eyes stand out fiercely from their colorful surroundings. His mouth falls agape. "Oh! It's cute."

Sugar goes back for a last touch, "And then I add these... yep, grumpy wolf," she says, scribbling thick knit eyebrows above the eyes.

Retsarra frowns. "Do I look that way?"

"No. But you did just now," Sugar answers after considering.

Retsarra sighs. "That's a bit embarrassing. I suppose I'll be reminded of my rejection every time I see this," he traces his fingers over the wolf's outline. Sugar pouts slightly at that, so Retsarra quickly adds, "I'm sorry, losing my place is harder to accept than I thought it would be."

Sugar heaves a sigh, giving him an admonishing look. She points at Retsarra, "That right there's your problem. Do you see a canvas here?" she waves her arms around the two of them, "I do, doesn't matter what anyone tells me. There's no place I’m meant to be, I simply draw wherever I want."

She jumps down from her seat, faces Retsarra and grins, "Though, at least you're not looking to tattle on my art anymore. Baby steps!" she laughs with her hands on her hips.

That's just like her, isn't it, Retsarra thinks to himself. Nothing can take away Sugar Riot's independent spirit. The soulshift fighter under that name isn't the totality of her, rather just an expression of the person behind it. It's no wonder she's already moved on to bigger canvases out here—in the city, and maybe even beyond. The outside world depicted her murals has made its way in, after all—

Pain strikes at the back of his eyes as he thinks. Retsarra wrenches them shut and curls his back in on himself. Wait, not here, someone's watching, he remembers, lifts his head and looks. Sugar Riot is peering up at his face, uncovered by his cap. Her forehead is creased with worry. "Hey, wolfy? You look worse now. Should I call someone?" she asks.

He tries to reply, but only draws a blank. Who is there to call? Not Hector—he winces at the thought—and certainly not Eutrope, either. So, "...I wonder who," his voice wheezes, can't even speak aloud.

Sugar looks around. She exclaims excitedly when she spots someone in the distance, "Oh, over there! Heeey, Tartsy!"

She waves at them, and the person waves back as they run to greet her. Retsarra gets no time to guess before they speak.

"Hi, Tatchan," C'orhtus replies cheerfully. Outside the arena, the new champion dresses much more modestly, and without a mask over his eyes. He glances behind Sugar. "Oh, it's Retsa—hey, you okay?"

Retsarra sits up straighter in response. Why is he here? he wonders, rueful. "Fine, just taking a rest."

"Uh huh, need it for sure," C’orhtus crouches down to meet his gaze. "You're sweating buckets there."

"You look like a melting pudding," Sugar adds.

"That's so nice of you to say," Retsarra sighs. "I'll be alright in a moment. You can leave me alone."

Neither of his opponents move. They share a glance between each other, and Sugar stays back while C'orhtus puts his hands on Retsarra's arms. As if to keep him from falling over. "Let's go to Tritails. I'll carry you, any objections?" he asks.

There are, Retsarra is sure. He just isn't certain he manages to convey them. His body feels numb and distant now—the ache is dulled, along with everything else. Shame, anger, or despair at his loss from earlier. He can't find it in himself to care anymore. His hands finally let go.

[vixhound]

Till Death Do You Part

Promises (ch.2)

tags/cw: pricexreader, gn!reader (but referred to as wife), cannibalism, non explicit rape/noncon, kidnapping, drugging, forced marriage, housewife, domestic violence, body mutilation, reader death

It started off just like any other night with him when you decided to make a run for it. Scruffy beard tickling you as he trails soft kisses from your ankle to your knee.

Such a kiss pressed to your kneecap, turned open mouthed, his smoke yellowed teeth knock against the bone and scrape.

“You wont leave me, will you pretty?” voice hoarse with an emotion you can’t place.

You placate him, hush him with soft words and sweet kisses. Anything to soothe his growing paranoia.

“What's with the silly questions tonight, hm?” you laugh. “You make me so happy, love. I wish for nothing, why would I leave?”

You put him to bed that night instead of the other way around. Leave him woozy off his whiskey and tucked tight in the heavy blankets.

“I’ll just be in the bath, John. I’ll come right to bed after,” empty promises bruisingly kissed to his lips.

You make a show of it. Grabbing your night clothes, lighting candles and pulling out the different lotions and soaps he buys you. All the things he’d do when he runs a bath for you.

Though with the moon high and the bear asleep you run like a bat out of hell into the night. There's no sign of civilization, your only sense of where to go comes in the form of the dirt road he rode in on to bring you here.

It's the most obvious direction for him to look for you but what choice do you have? It's a road, it has to lead somewhere, to people. To someone, anyone other than your husband, whose hunger for you grows by the day.

You manage to get surprisingly far off of the adrenaline, two maybe three miles before you begin to flag. Until you could hear the roar of an engine coming from the dark behind you. It comes up quickly behind you, the roar sounding like a beast headlights blinding you.

There’s just barely enough time to dodge out of the way and into the bushes as he aims to run you down. He’s never been this angry with you, never had to be. You find yourself sprawled along the clutter of the forest floor.

Your legs scream at the strain on your already sore muscles as you pull yourself to your feet. The forest is silent apart from the screech of tires and the door slamming behind him. Like it knows something terrible is about to happen. Both of your footsteps pound against the earth.

All at once your worldview tilts. He’s tackled you to the ground. Flipping onto your back, you attempt to fight him off but there was never really hope that you could. He might be retired from the service but not once did he stop training like he was still in the fight.

Your arms are pinned beneath his knees and his hands grip your neck like a vice. As your body struggles for oxygen you meet his eyes. They're pitch black, iris swallowed by his pupil and for a horrible moment you think, ‘so this is how I die?’ and it’s a relief.

If only, hm?

Instead you later find yourself waking, slow and groggy, to a familiar situation. Bound and gagged with your head pressed against the cold glass. Headed home where hell awaits you.

Time and actions blur from one moment to the next. Wrangled into the house, the sharp stick of a needle and the world wobbles, noise fades into the background.

It's easy to forget what's going on, the pain is there, somewhere in the background, but the table is cool against your back.

Another stick, some drug that blurs the edges of your existence to this plane and then there’s pressure on your leg, tight and unforgiving. Something wet drips down, ‘it tickles’, you think passively. A pinch somewhere near the top of your knee then something, burrowing wiggling deep and tearing. The sound of skin not cut but torn open by fingers.

Cut, tear, pull. The sound of a sickening pop.

Limbs jerking trying in vain to pull away held fast by tight rope that digs and burns. You can hear a gurgling, faintly recognizing it coming from your throat.

The lights above you in the kitchen had always been blinding. Even more so now it seems to aim to swallow you. Swirling dust particles sucking you in like a whirlpool. Your mind drifting up and away, floating into the buzzing haze.

You wake in the dark, with only a strip of light coming through the doorway. Your mind feels soft, a fuzzy cloud draped over your consciousness.

The bed beneath you is plush and warm. Its lower to the ground than your marital bed, so you must be in the spare room. It’s catered to your tastes, typically only used for naps when he’s busy with… well who knows. It's always been a safe haven.

Where is your husband anyhow? You try to sit up, an attempt at tossing your legs over the side of the bed, only to find pain shooting across the nerves in your thighs.

Scrambling at the sheets you rip the blankets off from where they stick to sweat slicked skin. The image before you makes your stomach drop.

Your thighs remain but where they once connected to your knees has been lopped off, leaving you with hurried, poorly done stitches that pucker. The skin around them an angry red.

Even unmoving and through the painkillers there is a horrid ache. The scream that pierces the air can only be compared to that of a mournful wail, guttural and animalistic.

Price was at your side in an instant, the door banging harshly against the wall in his haste, a hole left behind. His hands pressing you back against the bed.

“Easy love, easy. You're alright, just need to calm dow-”

“The fuck, what did you do? Don’t tell me to calm down, what did you do?”

Your grasp desperately at his shirt, hands fisted in cloth so tight you can feel thread snap beneath your fingers.

“John,” you cry out. “John, what did you do?”

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep squirming like that sweetheart. C’mon if you can lie back and be good for me I’ll go grab you some more pain meds.”

It takes a few moments of pounding against his chest before you let him go. The exhaustion and pain leaving you with nothing else to give but complacency.

The memories of what happened leak back into you slowly as he pads off into the home in search of the meds.

True to his word he returns with strong pain medication, along with crackers and juice. His insistence that you eat first springs more wailing and name calling but he’s smart enough to stay out of your reach.

Out of your reach. That sums it up, doesn’t it? John Price’s mere presence is all consuming, he has his fangs and claws dug into your skin. The sinew of you stuck in his teeth.

And yet, you will never have him the way he has you.

Untouchable, unreachable, unforgiving.

It doesn't take long for him to try feeding you meat but looking down at the plate of pooling grease leaves your stomach rolling. Theres something wrong with it, you’re certain.

“Hope you like it, doll. I did my best but you're definitely the better cook.” he chuckles, that stupid laugh you found so sweet, so disarming when you first crossed paths.

“You left the bone in.” Pointing it out wasn't exactly intentional on your part but how could you not with the eye of it staring back at you?

John pets over your hair, heavy hand lingering on your neck. Fingertips trailing where your spine connects to your cranium. If he were a better man he would have at least tried to mask what it was, what it is.

“It’ll be more tender this way, you’ll see. You will like it.” It comes off as a command. “I promise.”

[ewingstan]

So one of Ward's main themes has been asking what's needed to change as a person. Its the whole setup for Breakthrough: People who've done horrible things trying to become better. There's been lots of sub-themes within that—accountability, punishment and repentance, separating yourself from your past. There's been a constant counter to it, with most of the foils or antagonistic forces expressing the idea that you can't get better and might as well let yourself get worse. Lisa does this through her pessimism about things getting better. A lot of the minor career villains have represented it through their willingness to "be more brutal" rather than stick to the old rules we're pretending anyone followed. Cradle represented it through how he blamed Rain for not letting him stay good, and before that the rest of the cluster represented it through blaming Rain for their own bloodthirstiness via bleedthrough. "This isn't my fault, the world is making me bad" has repeatedly been positioned as the obstacle to "Regardless of why I did wrong before, I can put in work to get better."

I do think that "others are too quick to judge agents for reacting to bad circumstances imperfectly" is a bigger problem then "people are too willing to blame their circumstances for their behavior." Mostly because those unfair judgements of moral character has been the justification for uncountable cruel punishments throughout history, lead to untold people being paralyzed by the fear of Hell, lead to children being treated like they needed evil beaten out of them and convicts being treated like they're being disrespectful for daring to continue drawing breath. It can be hard for me to overcome my gut reaction towards anything that seems to be arguing for moral responsibility, because I genuinely think our ethical systems would be better without that concept being included.

But, that's not quite what Ward is doing, at least not when its at its best. "You need to take responsibility" in the sense of recognizing that you could act differently in the future is, strictly speaking, different from "you need to be held responsible" in the sense I find harmful. So as far as central themes go, its not bad. I have resistances to finding it astounding, but it's not an inherently terrible angle or anything.

That said, Ward has framed the opposing theme in counterproductive ways. While "the world wouldn't let me change" can work as a good beat, its not something that people are consciously thinking and being motivated by. We can talk about "they thought I was a monster, so they stripped me of all means to live honestly, so I had to live as a monster" or even "they thought I was a monster, so none would speak with me except others they considered monsters, and we made each other our worst selves," but in neither of those cases is the character's actions driven by their own belief that people wont let them be good—its driven by the actual external circumstances of how people treat them and restrict opportunities. So the way Cradle suddenly starts behaving horribly, not because others are treating him in ways that affect his material circumstances, but because of his reaction to the cluster bleedthrough—it just feels mistaken to even invoke "you made me a monster" as a trope. It doesn't work as a critique of pushing the blame for your actions onto others, because Cradle's reasoning for pushing the blame onto others feels written as an afterthought.

My problem with how this is treated in Amy are related, but not identical. A few chapter's ago, Amy complained about the world not letting her change. I don't think it made much sense for her, not only because her becoming someone who externalizes her issues feels like an unsatisfying direction for her after Worm, but more directly because it doesn't make sense in the context she's in. And sure, she's someone who makes poorly thought-out excuses for herself, so I'm not gonna ding the writing for that. It just feels like it makes more sense as just a parroting of what some commenters have said about Victoria and Amy, rather than something that Amy would herself think.

The same thing seems true for the above passages. A lot of things that readers have said about Amy are now being said, by Amy. Amy is of course voicing the rhetorically worst possible version of those claims, but I think the interesting thing is that the context Amy's saying it is the main thing making it reprehensible. Because as much as Amy is repeating the thin substance of what some readers have argued, fans arguing with other fans that "you shouldn't hate this character because X," is just substantially different than a rapist telling her victim "you shouldn't hate me because of X." Even if the strict words spoken were the same, they aren't at all the same claim, because one is what the audience should feel and the other is how Victoria should feel.

You could argue against this by saying "if its right for Victoria to hate Amy, its right for the audience to hate Amy, because hate is right when it reflects an accurate judgement of someone's moral character." I won't pretend that conception of justified hate isn't somewhat widespread, but I don't think it stands up to scrutiny. Especially not applied to fictional characters.

[spudfromspace]

Is this actually real?

Hello, this story is the result of me thinking of multiple things at the same time and spiraling into a rabbit hole of thoughts, i think i might have ADHD. This is the first story I've written in a long while (around 4 years), so it might not be that good. Anyhow, let's get on with it. Also, this'll be male character/s x male reader, ok? No hard feelings, but we need more x male reader works, also this is an au if you couldn't tell

*i groan, rubbing my head as the world around me feels like it's spinning. Eventually, i was able to stand up and take a look at my surroundings, it looked like a forest*

W-where am i?

*i was about to explore my new surroundings, but then i saw something approach me from the woods. It was some cat thing with rings on its ears. It looked strangely familiar, but i couldn't remember why*

Welcome, i am kyubey

Wait- this seems oddly familiar-

I am capable of granting you one wish, anything you desire

Wait a minute-

But in return, you will become a magical boy and use your powers to fight witches

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE-

*i start to freak out, realising just who this is*

OH HELL NO, I AIN'T RISKING MYSELF AND BECOMING A WITCH. BACK YOU DEMON!

*i yell at it, picking up a random stick on the ground and pointing it at it*

*"kyubey" starts laughing and falls on the ground*

Hahahaha! I'm just kidding!

*it transforms into something else, something with a more human appearance but the ears and tail were still there. They stand up and walk towards me, putting their hands up to show they weren't there to hurt me*

Chill, I'm not gonna do anything bad

*i lower the stick*

Then who are you, where am i and what the heck is going on?

Well, first my name isn't important but you can just call me kyu. Second you are in America, well, America in another world. And third basically you died and are now being subjected to a similar fate as most shonen isekai anime protagonists

Wait.... WHAT!? THAT CAN ACTUALLY HAPPEN!?

*i was very shocked after what i was just told. I died... and was now in another world like in those isekai animes*

You good? Had enough time to get it together yet?

It's been barely 2 minutes... THAT IS NOWHERE NEAR ENOUGH TIME FOR ME TO GET IT TOGETHER AFTER LEARNING I JUST DIED AND AM NOW IN ANOTHER WORLD!

Well get it together already, there's still a lot we need to get through before i can leave

What?

Well i cant just leave you in this new world without having any knowledge about this place and unable to live by yourself, i am legally not allowed to. Since unlike most of those isekai tropes where people get sent to worlds in more medieval times and you can just start your life without people questioning who you are and where you came from, this world is just as modern as your previous one, and since you don't originally belong to this world you wont have things like your birth certificate, school files, personal files, proof of existence, etc...

Wait.... so then how am i supposed to live here if i basically don't exist?

*they chuckle and snap their fingers, multiple documents appear around us*

That's what I'm here for, I'm in charge of your transfer to this world and with some magic i made some of these documents and files that will serve as your identity and proof of existence in this world, stuff like your birth certificate and things i mentioned previously, these will become apart of this worlds databank making it as if you were always part of it. I kept your information identical to your original one except for the fact that now it would be as if you were already an American citizen, instead of living in (insert country), your data would be stated that you moved to America just recently with the purpose of studying

But what about where I'll live? How am i supposed to get money or a job? And studying, how could i afford tuitions?

I'm getting there, jeez, be a little patient won't you? You'll be provided with a small house for yourself, as for school stuff, you'll find documents inside said house for your school, since I've already enrolled you. And as for money and job, well, that's where the fun stuff starts

*they were grinning after saying that which worried me a bit for what they meant by that*

What are you talking about?

Well, remember what i said earlier? I wasn't kidding about that turning you into a magical boy part, but before you panic, no it's not like madoka magica. You will be a using powers and stuff to fight bad guys and get paid by the government for saving people, sounds fun right?

What kind of powers? And is there some kind of catch? Cuz a free house, powers, and a job sounds too good to be true...

The only catch is college, you'll have to balance fighting bad guys with attending school while not failing. And as you probably now from all the shows you've watched with similar tropes, that isn't an easy task, but one thing you won't have to worry about is hiding your identity

Is it because magical girls/boys outfits have magic that make people as blind as a bat when it comes to their identities, regardless of how identical they look?

What? No, not like miraculous ladybug blindness, it's more like the powerpuff girls

Ah, ok then. So....what powers do i get? Are they cool powers?

Eh, I'm too lazy to come up with powers, here just pick which ones you want

*they hand over a screen displaying multiple characters fictional characters*

Wait, aren't these characters from works of fiction? Won't they exist in fiction in this world too?

Well yeah, some fictional works from your world exist here too, just like how things like nintendo exist here too. But don't worry, all the characters in that screen are characters that don't exist in this world, as to avoid copyright infringement. So just take your pick and I'll give you those powers.

This isn't an easy decision to make, can't i just pick later? How about you show me where ill be living first?

Fiiinnnneeee..... but I'll only wait until tomorrow, so make up your mind by then ok?

*kyu snaps their fingers and then we suddenly appear in a bedroom, me falling into a bed*

This is your new home, information about your house, school, and city are all in those documents beside you on your bed, and just use google maps for getting to your school. You'll also have food in the fridge and some money if you look in your drawer. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my leave, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon so have a decision by then ok?

*kyu then disappears, leaving me alone in my new house, in a new world, in my new life. I plop myself properly down on the bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking of everything that just happened during the last hour or so*

Holy shit.... i think i just became an shonen protagonist.... ew

*thinking back to what kyu said, i needed to think of what powers i want*

Eh, I'll figure it out tomorrow morning, i need to sleep after all this shit

End of part 1

This is the end for this part, i hope this wasn't too bad. As for the powers and stuff, I'll keep thinking for what powers would be good or i might just make a poll later on which characters powers we could have, you guys can even comment some suggestions. No dogday and catnap for now, maybe in the next chapter if i get to that part fast enough