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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 3 months

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Fighter chapter 13

Note: a little filler chapter! Earlier chapters are: here.

Warnings: fluff, very very light angst for a split second.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Your husband revealed a sudden plan to you.

wordcount: 2,1k

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You sat in the passenger seat of your husband's brand new Bugatti, which had a custom made red as blood interior. You stared with horror at the tiny glass jar that dangled from his rearview mirror.

Inside the tiny jar were his two knocked out teeth, softly clinking against their enclosure with each turn and speedbump Sihtric encountered, as he drove to the hotel you had booked which was a few towns over. Most people have a cute key chain dangle from that same mirror, but not Sihtric, no. Your husband; Sihtric Kjartansson, the former kickboxing world champion and current UFC fighter, just had to have his own two front teeth up there, to your disgrace. You truly couldn't stand the gap between his teeth nor the awful lisp he spoke with now. You knew he couldn't help it, but it was just so off putting to you that you just couldn't bear listening to him at all. So instead of talking, you cuddled and kissed… a lot. But only pecks on his bruised lips though, as kissing with tongue was also a big no for you since the fight. And although your husband understood why you were slightly repulsed by him, it still was a cause for tension, both sexual and non-sexual.

You arrived at the hotel in no-time, as Sihtric still liked to cross the speed limit with his ridiculously fast and expensive car. You didn't even tell him off anymore about his speeding, knowing after all this time together that he wouldn't listen anyway, and you'd receive the "don't tell me how to drive" speech from him if you did speak up, and you did not want to hear him talk right now.

When you checked in at the hotel and dropped your bags off in the room, not many words were exchanged, but your touches lingered and Sihtric was like a cat; headbutting and grabbing you lovingly to get your attention instead of using his words. And his soft hums and purrs told you he liked it whenever he had you caught in his arms and got to kiss your face all over. You couldn't lie; you enjoyed the silence of your husband not speaking and saying things without thinking, but you also truly missed the sound of his voice. You mainly missed his sleepy voice when you were in bed together, where he'd always tell you how much he loves and needs you before falling asleep, while squeezing you in his arms and peppering you all over with kisses. He had tried that the night before, after his fight, but his lisp had gotten worse with every word he spoke. So eventually you politely said, 'Honey, I love you too. But please, just shut the fuck up.' And so the silence had begun.

Sihtric didn't argue though and kept quiet as much as he could. He did love to rile you up, but after everything you'd both been through lately he wanted to give you a break. He would never confess it to you, because he was too cocky, but he agreed that his lisp was awful and that the gap between his teeth truly was a terrible look. He wished his teeth could be fixed sooner than next week, but it just wasn't an option. He also didn't really mind not speaking, even though it was sometimes hard to keep his silly little thoughts to himself. He just wasn't sure how the house viewing would go later that day, as he obviously had to speak at some point.

And without another word, but a few quick pecks on your lips, he took your hand as you both left the hotel room and went on your way to view your potential future home.

When Sihtric pulled up to the house, you were immediately taken aback by how much bigger it was than you expected. You had both agreed on the viewing, but the photos just didn't do justice to the actual size. The house was definitely smaller than the one Sihtric currently owned, but it was still too big in your opinion. It was a two story, old farm house that definitely needed to be fixed up, but you and Sihtric were actually excited to fix up a property and completely make it your own, but a place of this size was something else.

'Geeze,' you chuckled as you stared at the house, 'I thought we were going to live smaller.'

'It is smaller,' your husband shrugged, his awful lisp making you grimace.

'Yeah, but it's still… huge. I don't know about this, Siht,' you said before you got out of the car, 'it'll be a lot of work to fix this up. I can't even imagine the costs.'

'Give it a chance, bunny,' Sihtric lisped, 'and we have the money for it anyway.'

'Yeah, you have the money for it-'

'We have the money for it,' your husband cut you off, agitated, 'we're married. My money is your money too, and you know that. We both liked this place enough to go and view it, so at least give it a shot,' he hissed.

You rolled your eyes but knew Sihtric was right, you had both agreed on the viewing so you had to go into this more positively. You still struggled with the whole "his money being yours too" but you knew that was another argument you'd never win. Every time you had used your own money to buy something, which was basically still Sihtric's money as you earned it by being his physiotherapist, he'd transfer whatever amount you had spent right back into your account if he found a receipt of your purchase. You always threw out the receipts as fast as possible, so he wouldn't see it and give you the money, but sometimes you forgot to cut a tag out of a new clothing item in time. Other times Sihtric would notice something new in the house, whether it would be a vase or a frame, and he somehow always found out where you got it from and figured out the costs of it, and then you'd see the amount spent appear in your account again. You told him several times to stop that, but Sihtric was as stubborn as he was strong, and he wouldn't listen.

When you got out of the car you were greeted by the real estate agent, who told you right away that the huge fields you had passed only a moment ago were also part of the property.

'Really?' you smiled and nudged Sihtric while the agent made his way inside the house already, 'babe, we could keep horses here!'

'Horses?' Sihtric sputtered and scoffed, 'what are you going to do with a horse?'

'Take care of it? And ride it, duh.'

'Well,' Sihtric shrugged and then smiled widely, 'you don't need a horse, you can ride me anytime.'

You stared into his eyes and then at the gap between his teeth, and you gave him a disapproving look.

'Yeah, I'll ride you when you fix your teeth,' you muttered.

'You can ride me and we'll switch off the lights.'

'And hear you lisp in the dark?' you shuddered, 'I don't think so. Look, horses are-'

Sihtric clicked his tongue and cut you off again, 'Bunny, we're not getting horses.'

'But why not? Look at all this space,' you gestured at the land.

'Because!' he hissed, 'I just don't want it. I'll get you anything, darling, but not horses.'

'Sihtric,' you snorted, 'are you afraid of horses?'

'What? No!' he lisped, 'I- I-... we don't have time for this, come on,' he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, 'let's go and see the house.'

You kind of hated how easily you both fell in love with the property, and when you stood in the last room there was to view, you already knew Sihtric would place a bid as soon as possible. Sihtric had been glad to see your attitude about the place turn around, and you were beaming with smiles and positivity throughout the viewing, but that abruptly changed.

'This is the last room, it's not huge but it's perfect for a study or a home office, or even for a baby room,' the agent smiled, having no idea who Sihtric was or what you two had been through, which had been refreshing, up until now.

Your smile disappeared immediately and Sihtric noticed you completely shut down as you stared down at your feet.

'Eh, yeah,' Sihtric finally spoke, which confused the agent but he pretended to not see the gap or hear the lisp, 'about the, eh, the lands,' he sniffed, 'are we allowed to build on it?'

'Absolutely,' the agent said, 'you need to request a permit though, but it is allowed. Got big plans then, huh?'

'Perhaps,' Sihtric lisped while you turned away and stared out the window, fighting your tears, 'are the fields dog friendly? Like no poisonous plants or anything?'

'Oh, eh,' the agent chuckled, 'our information told us nothing about that, so it should be safe. Also the fields have fences already, so that saves you some money if you think of owning a dog or two.'

'Yeah, just a dog or two,' Sihtric smiled, and the agent stared at the gap between his teeth.

'So, eh,' the agent cleared his throat, 'I'll give you, eh, some time to view the place on your own. How about we meet outside in half an hour?'

Sihtric nodded in agreement, and the agent left down the stairs. Sihtric kept quiet until he knew the real estate agent couldn't hear you two anymore, and then he walked up to you at the window.

'So, do you like the place?' Sihtric asked and tried to sneak his arms around your waist.

'Yeah,' you mumbled and tried to leave the room, but your husband was fast to grab your hand.

'Bunny,' he whispered and pulled you into his arms, where you began to cry, 'I know,' he murmured as he held you tightly, 'I know, bunny.'

Sihtric wiped a tear of his own while you tried to pull yourself away from the thought that you'll probably never need a baby room in this house, even though the room you were in would indeed be perfect for it. After a short moment Sihtric leaned back slightly and took your chin, making you look up at him.

'Kiss?' he asked, to which you sniffled and smiled softly, then proceeded to kiss his lips.

'I love you,' he whispered, 'more than anything. Do you like this place, bunny? Can you see us live here?'

'I love you too,' you said, and Sihtric wiped your tears as you nodded, 'and I can see us live here,' you sniffled, 'I do like this place, but it's just quite big. And the land is great but it's also… it's so much, Sihtric, isn't it too much for just the two of us? You know we won't have… c-children. So…''

'But who said it'll be just the two of us forever?' Sihtric cupped your cheeks, 'hm?'

'What do you mean? You're talking about getting a dog?' you smiled and then scoffed, 'you know I love dogs, but… a dog or two won't fill up this massive space, honey.'

'I know,' he said, 'but there's something I haven't told you. Something I've been thinking of quite often lately. We don't really have anything we can do together, during our time off I mean. We enjoy doing different things, but when we're both home we just either vegetate on the couch or we fuck,' he chuckled, 'which I enjoy too. But I also want something we can both put our time in, something we built from scratch together and something that'll keep us busy too outside of our jobs. Something that… that could be a plan for the future too maybe, when my contract ends eventually, you know? I'm not going to be fighting forever, not on this level at least, so…'

'Sihtric, what are you talking about? What on earth do you want to do together that could,' you shook your head, confused, 'that could be a plan for the future for us?'

'Dogs,' Sihtric lisped heavily, then he smiled and took your hands, 'a dog shelter, bunny. Or a sanctuary, whatever. A place for older dogs and sick dogs that no one wants to take care of anymore. The dogs that no one wants to fight for anymore, while they desperately want and deserve a loving home too. We'd have the space here. We have the money and we can make the time for it. You and I both know we have so much love to give, so let us be the ones who can give that to those forgotten dogs. I want to build a place for them to spend their last years at, and give them good years. They'll spend it together with us, bunny. I want this to be our thing.'

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patchworkgargoyle · 5 months

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🌿15 people, 15 questions

Tagged by @scarcrossdlvrs and @eriquin, thank you friends!! <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

My middle name is apparently a family friend's grandmother's name? It's extremely basic, but it was almost Maude, so.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Just a couple days ago.

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I will Not be having any myself. Could I be a step-parent? Maybe. Maybe, after, like, lots of talking and more therapy.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I was in kickboxing in grade 9, and maybe my axe throwing counts? It's a whole league with points and stuff?? I think it counts.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes, but mostly just with people I'm really comfortable around or as a very poor attempt at flirting. I'm usually too worried about coming off as mean or it being taken the wrong way, though, so I tend not to.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Probably body language and tone of voice. It's the hypervigilance and people-pleasing, babeyyy ✌

7. What's your eye colour?

Green. And funny story, a few days ago a woman stopped to ask me a question and literally got distracted by my eye colour 😅😅😅 she even pulled her partner over to look at my eyes. It was very embarrassing and flattering xD

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Currently deep in a scary movie phase.

9. Any talents?

I'm very good at remembering where someone's parked their car, and I can fold a fitted sheet.

10. Where were you born?

In the very same city I live in now, on the west coast of so-called Canada.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, trying to get back into reading, singing in the shower, bass guitar badly, walking, making art of some kind, D&D, video games.

12. Do you have any pets?

Two! Jam, a black cat, and Toast, a leopard gecko.

13. How tall are you?

5'5" and some change.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Art, English, Biology.

15. Dream job?

Man, I dunno. I just wanna make shit.

The Tags (but no pressure, and apologies for some double-tags): @steves-strapcollection @t-boyeddie @hellion-child @kkpwnall @spectrum-spectre @moss-woods @alwaysanagelneveragod @starryeyedjanai @patriciavetinari @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly @cuoredimuschio @theheadlessphilosopher @vecnuthy @auryborealis @sentient-trash

#tag game

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jazzyderaoz · 1 year

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❗️PLEASE READ❗️

Let me make this absolutely clear:

DO NOT follow me if you view me as female or fem.

I’m not your girl-dom fantasy, and I will not tolerate being misgendered.

I will block you.

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This is a strictly 18+ blog

You must have your age stated in your bio to follow/interact. I will block minors instantly + add you to ban list for the foreseeable future. In addition I will block and permanently ban any nasty little pisstakers. I don’t engage with human slimes of any kind; inc but not limited to: radfems, lgbtq+ exclusionists (any variety), phobes, maps, abusers or anyone I take a disliking to inc boundary stompers.

psst…. (Deraoz is pronounced /Dee-ray/os-z/)

Hey I’m Jasper, (but Jas, Jazz or Jazzy works too-if you’re feeling brave.)

My pronouns are he/him. I’m a queer transmasc guy from the UK.

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Some stuff about me:

I’m 26, been dominating for around 5 years now, but topping a little longer. I almost exclusively top, but I have and do make exceptions to that rule when I’m in the mood, though it doesn’t happen often.

I’ll be posting mostly t4t content here, I’m bi, though I’m especially attracted to transmascs.

Physically I’m masc-presenting. I’m genderqueer, nb/male-aligned. I tend to wear stuff like jeans/t-shirts/denim or leather jackets. I’d call myself a guy, a boy, a queer, a mess, a dumbass-

I’m a kickboxer, it’s important to me to maintain my strength and stamina (😏) and it’s euphoric for me as to maintain a masculine build. Know that when I talk about manhandling my subs, I am usually more than capable of doing so whatever their size.

I love to dom but outside of that I’m soft as anything, love to cuddle, love taking really good care of my subs. Love being a protector type x

If you send me an ask I’ll almost certainly flirt with you, can’t help myself tbh - but I’ll take the lead from you as to how nsfw your ask is. Totally sfw question, fair enough I’ll be real with you. Tell me you’re wet and want me to fuck you? My reply gonna be horny as hell so be prepared for that…

I’m big on pet names. If you don’t want me to call you something in particular (in an ask for example) please let me know. Pet names I use most often are baby(boy), honey, sweetheart and darling - I also like to call my subs lovely/little___ etc.

My aim here is to get you as hot and bothered as possible. I love to get sent asks, any dirty little fantasy baby, I want to hear it.

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Keep Reading for Kinks / Hard Boundaries etc.

🟢 Kinks & Turn-ons: 🟢

-> Praise (me@you)

-> Hair Pulling / Bruising / Rough Play

-> Size Difference

-> Desperation/Edging

-> Humiliation

-> Manhandling and Restraint

🔻Some Boundaries:🔻

🔸 Please don’t send any asks/prompts trying to top me unless you’ve asked first, I’m picky about it lol.

🔸 No petplay - related asks in my inbox pls. I won’t block you but I won’t reply to them either.

🔸 Hard limits resulting in me blocking you should you feel the need to try to include me in them; - -> noncon, piss/scat, ageplay, high intensity masochism/sadism (verbal abuse/HI spanking esp) - (lower intensity/softer I'm occasionally up for - I'll spank you with my hand just not a riding crop lmao)

🔸Content Masterlist:🔸 (🔞)

Writings: 💛 - longer writings || 🧡 - shorter thoughts

💛 on my lap, riding my cock

🧡 want to suck on tdick so bad

🧡 get on the fucking bed

💛 desperate little mess

🧡 tiny little boytoys

🧡 aftercare (softjazz) - sfw

💛 messy little plaything

💛 manhandling + semi-rough use

🧡 humping, pinned against the wall

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Tags:

#tag:softjazz - (For yearnings/soft postings)

#tag:manhandling

#tag:sizedifference

#tag:edging

#tag:asks

#tag:jazzyrealtalk - (For actually saying shit/opposed to just straight up hornyposting lmao)

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Anon Tags:

#anon:🌻

#anon:🕸️

#anon:🐝

#anon:💙

#anon:🏝️

#anon:✨

Credit for dividers here

#pinned intro #about me #pinned

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abrattylee · 11 months

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Hey there 🌸

Get to know me a little!

For my new followers, yes, this is the 4th time I’m making this post- I have a super hard time making up my mind (kind of a perfectionist but not really but YES - ok u get the point) … (I hope). SUPER indecisive- wheew 😮‍💨 Please don’t give me a lot of options 🥴

MY MIND IS ABSOLUTE CHAOS U DON’T EVEN KNOW-

So HI you can call me Goose; ask me why and you’ll get a story time. I’m down to share my name etc. if we get to know each other ☺️ Feel free to send me a message or ask me anything, I love getting to know people 💕

I also love memes lol if you haven’t noticed yet. I’m a silly, silly gal and I love jokes and joking around- A-hyuk

I might take a while to respond sometimes, cause yaknow, life happens and I get quite busy at times. It does NOT mean I don’t want to talk to you, I’m just busy with life, or might not have the mental energy to respond. Bro I have 3 part time jobs, I don’t have the mental energy most days 🫠

I’m from Norway🇳🇴🇳🇴🇳🇴

I’m 24 and I have a bachelors degree in sports medicine. I’m a CrossFit coach and personal trainer!

My favorite hobbies include kickboxing, hiking, running, climbing, kayaking, you name it. I love anything that includes moving my body … that also includes tiggles 👀

I’m lee 😌 kinda switchy, not really sure 🤔

I love talking to people, but I’m also super introverted so I get easily drained from socializing. I’m also super shy but once you get to know me I can open up more and be myself <3

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Just a couple ground rules:

I’ve realized I haven’t mentioned any boundaries at all on my blog, so I figured it was about time!

Do not contact me if all you want to do is talk about tickling and rp in my dms straight away. Be a decent human being and get to know me at least a little first.

Don’t be a creep.

If your blog is overly sexual/ all you post is porn or nudity or extreme bondage, I will not follow you back or interact with you.

If you have no age or anything written in your bio or about yourself, I won’t interact further with you.

This is all I could think of right now, might add more to the list later ☀️

#get to know me #ticklee #template #lee thoughts #tickle thoughts #tword community #twordish #tword blog

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overexciteddragon · 8 months

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I don't know enough about sports so please correct me if I'm talking out my ass, but I think it makes more sense to separate sports by weight/height class than by gender. "A 200lbs trans woman who underwent testosterone puberty would destroy a 100lbs cis woman who just started kickboxing" yeah??? OBVIOUSLY??, but also, if you put Ronda Rousey in the octagon with Jeremy from accounting she would fucking kill him and use his ribs as toothpicks. Maybe it's not about what kind of puberty you went through, but what your actual body looks like now, what your physicality is NOW... or maybe I'm just full of shit idk

#personal #sports #trans sports

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ahlovelightaflame · 8 months

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Out of Hits ~ *Lee Chan*

Summary: Chan wants to prove himself as a worthy member of the gang. But when his opportunity presents itself as a dare in a dare contest, he’s not sure he can do it. But if it means proving his worth, he’ll do whatever it takes.

Pairing: Lee Chan X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 2734

Warning: Swearing, fighting, drinking, dares

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It sucks being the youngest. There, he said it. But it’s true. It absolutely sucks being the youngest! It especially sucks being the youngest out of thirteen boys.

Chan was a good subordinate. He did as he was told when he was told to do it. Of course, what he was told to do were the petty, annoying tasks no one wanted to do. He was like an unpaid intern, but at least he knew he had the ability to move up in the ranks. At least, he hoped so. If not, why was he still here?

The only upside was being able to work on his fighting in the training room. Chan was the best member on the team when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Boxing, karate, kickboxing, and even just traditional street fighting were easy for him. Training his agility and hand-eye coordination was his stress reliever when the teasing and taunting from the rest of the gang got to him.

So it’s not surprising that he was punching and kicking a punching bag in the training room. About an hour ago, he returned from a mission with Jeonghan, Vernon, and Seokmin. The mission went well, but Chan was stuck being the getaway driver, as per usual. It’s not that he wasn’t good at it, in fact he was the best out of those fours. But he didn’t want to always be the getaway driver. He knew he could do so much more if only the boss or Hoshi would give him the chance.

“Working late again?”

He didn’t pause as he continued working out. Nevertheless, he still answered, “Of course. I have to get stronger for the next mission.”

She chuckled. “Chan, you keep going at it like this and one of two things is going to happen: I’m either going to have to get a new punching bag or I’m going to have to wrap up your bloody knuckles.”

“I can take care of myself.” He shot back defensively.

“I’m sure you can, but it’ll make me feel better if I do it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Why are you here?”

She shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. So I thought I’d come and do some work. Not only that, but my sister asked me to get her weapon schematics that she left here accidentally.”

“Not surprised.”

Laughing, she took up her place behind the punching bag, holding it in place. “Neither am I. She’s a lot like you, always working and working and working. But she also knows when to take a break, unlike someone I know.”

Chan scoffed. “I need to keep working if I want to keep up with the others.”

“Fine. But can you at least do me one favor, please?”

This time he did take a second to look at her with slight confusion. Usually, if it was anyone else, he’d instantly reject them. But she didn’t ask for favors ever. So it must be pretty important.

“What do you want, Y/n?”

“Hoshi is taking his team drinking tomorrow and he invited me to come as well. I know you’d rather not, but could you go with them for me please? My sister needs my help with some big project, so I’m staying behind. However, I need someone to make sure Hoshi isn’t talking shit about me behind my back. He gets a little crazy when he’s drunk.”

Everyone knows how crazy Hoshi gets when he gets drunk. He’s tried on multiple occasions to kiss Seokmin and Jeonghan. He’s challenged Wonwoo and Mingyu to stupid challenges that ended up with him almost dying. One time he even tried to flirt with the Big Boss to make Seungcheol jealous, which ended up with him sleeping outside in his underwear. So Y/n’s apprehension about not going in fear of the crazy shit Hoshi would say or do was warranted.

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

She sighed with relief. “Chan, you’re a lifesaver, you know? I’ll even pay you for every time you have to bail him out of trouble tomorrow.”

Chan could feel the tips of his ears warm at her compliment. However, blushing meant weakness and he wasn’t about to give in to weakness. So he started attacking the punching bag with more fervor. “Thanks, I’m going to need it. It better not be chump change either. I’m looking for the big bucks.”

Laughing, she nodded. “Of course. Nothing but the best cold hard cash for the best getaway driver in the Seventeen Mafia.”

Scowling, he landed one more solid on the bag before calling it a night. As he left the training room, he called back through gritted teeth, “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Now, if Chan didn’t know any better, he would say Mingyu, Seokmin, and Hoshi were on a mission to get as close to drunk as possible in the shortest amount of time. And since Chan was still considered the best getaway driver, he was also considered the designated driver whenever the boys went out drinking. Despite missing out on the drunken fun, he at least was drowning in free soda that the drunk ones kept buying him and he was gathering more than enough blackmail material. All in all, it wasn’t a bad night. He could almost say he had fun.

It wasn’t until they were driving back to the base that he wished he didn’t go out with them in the first place.

“Guys, guys, guys, I have an idea, before we get home.” Hoshi explained like he had just come up with the coolest thing ever. “We should do a dare contest!”

“A dare contest?” Seokmin slurred.

He nodded excitedly. “Yeah, yeah, yeah! See, we give each other dares. And then, and then we have a week to complete them. If, if we don’t, the loser has to do something embarrassing.”

“I think the winners should decide that when they’re sober.” Mingyu muttered.

Again, Hoshi nodded. “Cool, cool, right. Okay, so like Chan, come up with a date for Mingyu.”

This would be too easy. “Mingyu, I dare you to trash your hotel and blame it on ghosts.”

Mingyu gave him a wonky glare. It wasn’t as intimidating as it usually was considering how drunk he was. “I hate you. Okay, DK, I dare you to make a joke about your sex life in your next set at Jeonghan’s casino, in front of your girlfriend.”

Seokmin flushed redder than before. “You’re cruel! I’m going to get in so much trouble! Okay, but Hoshi, you have to take engagement photos of the Boss and Seungcheol without either of them knowing.”

“Easy, no problem.” Hoshi turned to Chan, grinning viciously. “Chan, I dare you to ask out the combat trainer on a fancy, romantic date.”

Chan almost slammed into the mailbox.

“WHAT?!”

The three boys burst out laughing. “Oh come on! It’s so obvious you have a thing for her!” Hoshi teased. “I mean, you weren’t even going to come out tonight if she didn’t convince you to spy on us for her.”

“She did not!”

“Yes she did!” Mingyu rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we know her. She hates being left out of the gossip. And you wouldn’t have come if she didn’t suggest it. Which is another reason why Hoshi dared you to ask her out. You SO love her.”

“I DO NOT!” Chan responded a little too loud. He could feel his cheeks warm as he refused to look at his friends.

Hoshi groaned. “Are you going to do it or not?”

With a huff, he snapped, “Fine. I’ll do it. But only to prove I’m not weak.”

“No one said you were.”

Chan shouldn’t have agreed to the dare.

It has been almost a whole week since Hoshi dared him to ask Y/n out and he still hasn’t approached her. Sure, Mingyu still had to do his dare, but Hoshi was doing his right now and DK did his three days ago. His girlfriend gave him an earful and even threatened to break up with him. But he managed to smooth things over by promising her a week of non-stop romance.

So Chan needed to grow some balls and just talk to her. It shouldn’t be that hard. He had asked out girls before and even though most of them ended in crushing failure, it never bothered him THAT much. So why was he so nervous this time around?

He saw her everyday. They sparred together all the time. They laughed, joked, and spent time with each other as often as they could. So why did everything feel different and scary now that they were labeling it as dating?

But if he didn’t go through with this, he would not only be forced to endure whatever punishment the other’s conjured up, but he would be seen as weak for the rest of his life. He couldn’t have that. He would show them. Chan was strong and manly and he could do anything.

“Hey Y/n.”

The trainer looked up and smiled brightly at him. “Oh, hey, Chan! Ready to train again? I have some new moves I can show you if you’re interested.”

“I think I have some better moves to show you instead.” Not his smoothest line, but it was out there, so he needed to work with it.

She furrowed her brows. “Oh yeah? What kind of moves?”

Chan’s hand found the wall beside her head, effectively trapping her against the wall. As soon as he did it, he felt his face go solid red. Could he get any cringier?

With a small smirk, she replied, “Oh, those kinds of moves?”

“Y-yeah.”

Chuckling, she shook her head. “Oh, Chan, you’re adorable, really. But let’s not bite off more than we can chew now, alright? I don’t think you could handle me, even if you think you can.”

“I know I can!” He shot back defiantly. Where that small burst of courage came from, he had no idea. “I have lots of great moves! And I can show you all of them if you go out with me this weekend.”

One of her eyebrows raised as she folded her arms over her chest. “Is that so? Well, then let me make a friendly wager with you. Sounds fair?”

He removed his arm from beside her head and took a small step back. Not because he was scared! No, he wasn’t scared! He just needed to look serious when he heard her challenge. With a nod of his head, he encouraged her to continue.

Holding up three fingers, she said, “Three matches. I challenge you to three boxing matches, with the best of three being the winner. If you win, I’ll go out with you. If I win, you don’t ask me out and you don’t try again. Alright?”

Chan felt his stomach churn at her stipulations of the wager. Now, he likes Y/n. He may not have seriously thought about asking her out, but he always knew deep down it was a possibility. The idea of never asking her out if he lost made him feel bad. What if he did lose and wanted to ask her out again in the future? Was he willing to jeopardize a potentially beautiful relationship over three little matches?

Apparently.

With a defiant nod, he held his hand out, which she shook. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

Following her into the boxing ring, he taped up his hands and tried to psych himself up. He must really be stupid to agree to this. But he made his bed. Now he had to go lie in it.

Turning to face her, she nodded and got into the proper stance. “Alright, on my count. One, two, three, go!”

The first match was over before it began. All it took was a quick swipe of her leg and her even faster reflexes to pin him. Tapping out, Chan huffed and trudged to his corner again. This was not the victory he wanted. He was too in his head about this and he knew it. He needed to clear his mind, take a deep breath, and treat this like an actual training match. There was nothing on the line, there was nothing in his way. Just him and her, sparring in the ring, just like always.

He could do this.

In the second match, he was better. He was quick and dodged her preliminary attack. As she recovered, he got a couple hits in and kept her on her toes. Watching her openings, he made sure to strike fast and strike hard. He was doing really well.

Until she landed a particularly good hit on his shoulder. As he tried to recover, she landed blow after blow after blow, hitting him with a flurry of punches and kicks. Before too long, he was pinned on the floor again, tapping out.

Panting hard, he wiped the sweat off of his face. She stood up and held out her hand to him, which he took. Now on his feet, he shook the hand he was still holding onto.

“You always were a phenomenal fighter, Y/n.” Chan told her. “And I hope now that all of this is over, we can still fight with each other. You’re my favorite partner.”

“We can still be partners.”

He nodded and smiled, though his heart wasn’t in it. “Well, I’m going to shower. I’m sure Hoshi is going to want to go over that big mission coming up soon. They’re going to need their getaway driver to be ready, you know.”

As he turned, he paused as she called out. “You don’t have to go. We still have one more fight.”

Chan furrowed his eyebrows. “Y/n, I lost. You won, best two out of three. The wager is over.”

With a cheeky smile, she shook her head. “No, it’s not over yet. Besides, I really wanna see how this last fight will play out.”

“You’ll beat me.” His answer slipped out before he could stop himself.

“Perhaps,” She shrugged before beckoning him towards her, “Unless I even the playing field. Come here, I know something that we’re both good at.”

Dropping to the floor, she held her arm out. He snorted. “Arm wrestling? Really?”

“What?” She challenged him. “Afraid you’ll lose?”

Shaking his head, he got on the ground as well. Clasping hands, he gave her another determined nod. Either he was going to go out in a blaze of glory or burn in shame for years to come. But it didn’t matter all that much. He was having fun and that’s what mattered to him.

When she nodded as well, she counted off and the challenge began. She was strong. She always has been. But Chan had been working out a lot more lately, especially his upper body and arms. So even though she put up a good fight, he beat her.

Laughing, she stood up, dusted off her hand, and held it out to him. “Congratulations, Chan.”

He shook her hand. “I may have one but that doesn’t-”

Before he could finish his response, she pressed her lips to his. At first he was caught off guard, but he managed to reciprocate before she pulled away. He was about to ask her what that was all about when she spoke first.

“Look, just because I said you couldn’t ask me out doesn’t mean I can’t ask you out.” She explained. “So, Chan, do you want to go out with me this weekend?”

He blinked before smiling dumbly. “Yeah. I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

Oh, and as for the rest of the dare war, Hoshi didn’t get found until DK let it slip accidentally a day later. Seungcheol almost beat him to death, while the Big Boss locked herself in her office and didn’t come out for twenty four hours. Mingyu never completed his dare and his punishment was that everyone was allowed to use his hotel for one event for free. Jeonghan swears on his life that he plans on using his event to host Seungcheol’s wedding, which also got him beaten up by Seungcheol as well.

And Chan escaped without any punishment. However, both Y/n and him agreed to adjust the details to save the poor boy's reputation. But now that he’s with you, reputation doesn’t matter quite as much as it used to.

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mosylufanfic · 1 year

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I have a rebelcaptain prompt for you (i was thinking modern au, but whatever catches your fancy:

Cassian is planning on proposing, and he’s getting a bunch of tips from all kinds of people. Most people say to get her a ring, preferably with diamonds, either one big ass one or several, but he knows that’s not right for her. He ends up finding something that most people wouldn’t think of as “appropriate” (for example a knife of a type of less valuable mineral.

The moment I read this prompt, I remembered my Valentine's story from a few years ago. So this is a sequel.

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It's About the Bling

Cassian swiped through the website, frowning to himself.

"What are you looking at?"

He jumped and scrambled to switch off his phone. "Nothing."

His friend narrowed his eyes, setting their coffees down on the table between them. "That is impossible. You were looking at something." He narrowed his eyes further. "Something that you don't want me to know about. Is this a - " He looked disdainful. "A surprise for me?"

"I know better," Cassian said. Kay didn't take well to surprises or big changes. Or unexpected news. Or mild inconveniences. "It has nothing to do with you."

"That's exactly the subterfuge you would undertake if you were planning a surprise."

He grimaced. He'd probably better come clean right now or Kay might never speak to him again when he did find out. "Okay," he sighed, holding the phone out. "This is what I was looking at."

Kay surveyed the screen. "You don't wear jewelry," he said. "Especially not rings. And these look very expensive. Why were you looking at them?"

"Really?" Cassian said.

"Yes, really, why were you looking at them?"

"Kay," he said. "Kay, I'm, uh, I'm planning to propose. To Jyn," he added, as if Kay might think he wanted to marry anybody other than his adored girlfriend of three years, who lived with him, and who had a semi-serious ongoing war with Kay.

Kay was silent for several seconds, then handed his phone back. "Today was going so well."

Kes was much more excited for him. "That's amazing, man! It's about time!" He pounded him on the back. "Wait til I tell Shara! Oh, should I keep this a secret?"

"Why?"

"Well, Shara and Jyn go to the same kickboxing class. But she can keep her lips zipped if she has to."

"What, you think Jyn doesn't know?"

"Um?" Kes scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah?"

"We've talked about it," Cassian said. "I wasn't even sure she was up for marriage. But she says as long as it's to me, she's in."

Kes looked disappointed. "So you basically already proposed."

"Not really. I mean, it's not official."

"Man, you really have no idea about romance."

"Just because I'm not booking a mariachi band and a glitter cannon for my proposal."

"Took me days to get that shit out of my hair," Kes said cheerfully. "But she was surprised."

"Glitter cannons aren't really Jyn," Cassian said. He wasn't a hundred percent sure it was Shara, either, but whatever, she'd married Kes. Clearly it had worked.

"Please tell me you're at least getting her a decent ring."

"Well, I'm trying."

"Mmm," Bodhi said. "Hmmm. Hunh."

Jyn put one of his couch pillows over her face. "They're all glittery," she said.

"I mean," he said. "They're nice." He was scrolling through the email that Cassian had sent to Jyn, with different rings he'd found.

"I don't do glittery!"

"I know you don't, but this is going to be your engagement ring."

"Right. That I've got to wear. All day."

"Your entire life," Bodhi said.

"Fuck," Jyn said.

"Hey." He tossed her phone aside. "You okay about this? You never really wanted to get married."

"I know, but it's Cassian. It wouldn't be like being married. It'd just be us. Together. You know?"

"Yeah, that's what being married is," Bodhi said. "Just you, together. With a whole legal component."

"No, I mean, I never wanted to be someone's little wifey, making casseroles and shit. How's your day, here's your slippers and your newspaper. A house in the burbs. White picket fence. A dog and two-point-five kids."

"I think you've watched way too many old sitcoms," Bodhi said. "You know it's not 1956, right?"

"Right, yeah, I know, but my point is, Cassian wouldn't want that anyway. So I'm not, uh, like - "

"Scared?" Bodhi suggested.

She bared her teeth at him, which was how he knew he was right. "I want to be married to him," she said, picking up the phone and looking at the screenful of glitter and bling with a resigned expression. "I just have to get through all the wedding shit first."

"Did you get my email?" Cassian asked that night as they were putting dinner together.

"Yeah," she said, focusing hard on the carrots that she was slicing into perfect round coins.

He was teaching her how to cook, because the last time it had been her turn to cook at the firehouse, all the others on shift had dialed out for pizza without even letting her try. Which was a little insulting. But maybe what she deserved, considering she'd had to take a fire extinguisher to her last attempt at dinner, and she was still weathering the teasing from that.

"And," he prompted. "What did you think?"

Jyn swerved her thoughts from finding fire extinguishers in her locker to the ring pictures Cassian had sent her. "I - they, uh - "

He switched off the burner under the sauce and turned to her. "Jyn."

Faced with his stupid big brown eyes, she folded. "I hated them," she groaned. "I'm sorry. I know you must have spent hours picking those out. But they're just - they weren't - "

"You," he said. "They weren't you."

"No."

He rubbed his hand over his face. "I knew that," he admitted. "But Kes was all like, you need a rock, you need bling, she's gonna want to show it off."

"A rock would cut my gloves up," she said. "Although, you know Cinta? The one in my EMT classes? She puts her engagement ring on a chain. So that's not completely a no-go."

"Do you really want a rock?"

"No," she said. "Not those. And they were so expensive. We can't afford that."

"Well, those places are set up with payment plans," he said.

"Great. So you can still be paying off my engagement ring when we're eighty and feeding each other applesauce."

He kissed her forehead. "You'll be very sexy eating applesauce."

"Perv." She flipped him off and went back to slicing carrots. "Just find me something simple. That's all. And less blingy. And not that expensive."

"So, something small and cheap," he mused. "Where's the nearest gumball machine?"

She threw a carrot at him.

He was still teasing her about it when they visited the sweets shop on the corner, their next mutual day off. "Look," he said, fishing around the bin of Ring Pops that Chirrut insisted on having for the children. "Green or purple?"

Baze looked disgusted. "Since when do you eat solidified corn syrup?"

"Since always, but not here. He's making fun of me." She leaned on the counter, squinting at his hand. "Here, Baze, lemme see your ring."

He held out his hand. It was a simple platinum ring without outward decoration, but she knew from listening to Chirrut tell the story that it had the date they'd met carved on the inside. It was thick and plain and secretly sentimental, just like Baze. "Why the sudden interest?" he asked.

"Oh, well, uh - " She shrugged. "You know. We're planning on it." She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. "Me and this idiot here."

He smiled, slow and quiet, and covered her hand with his. "Congratulations. I'm happy for you. Both of you," he added as Cassian came up, looping his arm around her from behind.

"Thank you," he said, kissing Jyn's cheek.

She blinked against sudden tears. "Thanks. Um. What'd you do? You and Chirrut."

"For this? Ordered it."

"No, did you have an engagement ring or something?" How did that work?

"We got married as soon as we could. We knew we belonged to each other. Who else matters?"

The thing was, Jyn did want something to mark her engagement. Maybe for Chirrut and Baze, just knowing had been fine. But she wanted something she could look at and touch and think, yeah, he gave that to me and I'm his and he's mine.

But nothing they looked at seemed to fit.

Solitaires and channel set and plain. Diamonds and emeralds and rubies. Nothing looked like anything she could wear for a lifetime. And so fucking expensive. Even when they looked for rings that didn't have anything to do with weddings or engagements, it all seemed marked up to the moon.

"There's a gem and mineral show coming to town," Cassian suggested after one particularly tense browsing session. "Why don't we just go look?"

"You know what happened at the jewelry store," she muttered. They'd been asked, nicely but very firmly, never to come back. Fine by her.

"I've worked security for the show before," Cassian said. "Nobody's on commission and it's a lot cheaper. Come on. We don't have to pick anything. Just look at things and figure out if anything looks even close to what you want."

"Fine," she sighed.

Parking at the convention center was a nightmare, and Jyn was ready to commit homicide by the time she walked in. But it definitely wasn't the jewelry store, with its bright lights and rows of glass cases, and the salesgirls with shiny white teeth and too much perfume not-very-subtly suggesting that carat size equated to how much Cassian loved her.

This was more like a bazaar, crammed with people, booth after booth with something different everywhere you looked. Strands of beads and costume jewelry and giant hunks of rocks and rock-hound supplies and -

"Meteorites," she breathed, stopping dead at a booth. "Really meteorites?"

"Got 'em on the Aldhani Plain in Antarctica. A lot of meteorites are harvested there because - "

"You can see them on the snow," she finished, reaching for one.

"That one'll run you about three hundred dollars."

She curled her fingers into her palm again. "Shit, that's a lot."

"For that size and quality? I could get twice that online, but it's a special show price. We've got some smaller ones over here."

She hovered over the display, looking at meteorites that looked almost lacy, and others melted to smoothness by the heat of them screaming through the atmosphere, and others with blobs of different minerals polka-dotting their surface.

"Hey," Cassian said.

She didn't ask how he'd found her. He always seemed to find her. "Look at this," she said gleefully. "It came from fucking outer space. Cruised the solar system and then burned through the atmosphere. Millions of miles of stardust before it landed here for a bunch of apes in clothes to gawk at it."

"That's really cool," he said.

"Look, this one's magnetic."

He smiled at her, then caught the booth owner's eye. "You got any jewelry?"

She looked up. He mouthed, Just look, at her.

"Sure," said the booth owner. "Pendants? Rings?"

"Rings."

He pulled out a tray. They were closer to what Jyn wanted. Simple, not expensive. Nothing that jumped up and down yelling her name, but closer. "Some nice ones here. What's your ring size?" he asked Cassian.

"Not me," he said. "Her."

"Oh, well, here's the ones for ladies." The owner pulled out another tray, this one with a locking glass lid. These rings were smaller, but considerably blingier, diamonds and colored stones glittering with blackish-grey meteorite accents set in the bands.

"Oh," Jyn said. "Uh. Not those." She smiled tightly.

"We've got some simpler designs up on this row - "

She barely glanced at them. "Nah. I'm good."

"I could do a commission - "

"Let's go." She grabbed Cassian's hand.

"Hey," he said when they were a few steps away. "Wait a minute."

"Sorry," she said, looking at his shirtfront.

He pushed her hair out of her eyes. "You liked those meteorites. I thought - "

She shook her head. "They weren't right. Nothing's right."

He paused for a long moment. The babble of the gem show filled her ears. "Do you even want a ring?"

Her eyes shot to his. "You know I want to marry you." Did he think she was chickening out? Trying to softball her way out of forever with him?

"And I want to marry you," he said, intensely patient. Fuck, she didn't deserve this man. "Does it have to be a ring for our engagement? Can it be something else?"

She blinked at him. Rings equaled engagement. Everyone knew that. What else could - "Like what?"

He wove his fingers through hers. "Let's go look."

"Well," Kay said in the tones of a man who'd been carefully coached and possibly threatened. "It is unique."

"Yup," Jyn said happily, letting the pendant on its silver chain drop back to her chest. They'd decided to throw a barbeque as an engagement party and their tiny backyard was crammed with what felt like everyone they knew.

"I mean," Bodhi said, intensely fair, "a meteorite necklace. It's really you, Jyn."

"Pallasite," she said. "Came screaming through the atmosphere, and it melted and reformed into a bunch of olivine crystals embedded in solid metal. Cassian, show them yours."

He fished his pendant out of his shirt. It was slightly bigger, and a different shape. But it matched Jyn's.

"So you," Kes said. "You both bought an engagement . . . pendant? For yourselves?"

"I bought hers and she bought mine," Cassian said. "And we've asked the guy to make the wedding rings. Gold with embedded meteorite."

"And you proposed right there. In front of the meteorites."

"People clapped," Jyn said. "There's a video somewhere online."

"I don't get you."

"What's not to get?" his wife asked him. "You got me bling because I love bling." She fluttered her fingers at him and her engagement ring glittered. "Jyn and Cassian are like the definition of alternative."

"I've just never heard of a guy wearing an engagement necklace, that's all."

Chirrut said, "Baze, remember our old friends Rex and Cody? They did that, to mark their union."

Baze said. "1973. Matching pendants with silver and sapphires. Nothing new under the sun, younglings."

"I guess," Kes said. "But - "

"Why should she get all the jewelry?" Cassian said. "Besides, when the light hits it just right - " He held up his pendent to the light and twisted it a few times to different angles. "Ah." He smiled. "It looks like her eyes."

"Sap," Jyn said, and kissed him.

FINIS

#Cassian Andor #Jyn Erso #rebelcaptain #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo stories #modern AU #romance is strictly in the eye of the beholder #star wars

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gatorprompts · 1 year

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𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

taken from the 2007 film . swearing & alcohol references present . please amend prompts where required !

“ this is so creepy . ” “ you’ll have to forgive me . ” “ you can’t expect me to stay here ! ” “ it’s a little rough around the edges , darling . ” “ there seems to be some kind of mistake . ” “ i’ve done nothing to feel guilty about . ” “ don’t you think i make a remarkable queen ? ” “ snooty cow . ” “ oh my god ! you want us to steal scarlett johansson ? ” “ you’re only supposed to blow the bloody doors off ! ” “ your girlish laughter hit me like the lash of a hunting crop . ” “ no biting , no scratching , kicking , no gouging , no kickboxing , no punching , no slapping , and no spitting . ” “ you are so blonde . ” “ that hurt more than a brazilian wax . ” “ we’re facing the biggest crisis of our lives and you’re behaving like a bloody child ! ” “ so , how do you feel ? ” “ what about the problems we had with the last batch ? ” “ houston , we have a problem . ” “ you’ve had this coming since the day you arrived . ” “ i don’t mix business with pleasure . ” “ she who angers you conquers you . ” “ i’m sorry , i didn’t get your name . ” “ i’ll give you a slap . ” “ oi . are you calling me a chav ? ” “ what are they betting on ? ” “ now we’ll see what she’s made of . ” “ i want you to come and pick me up from this hell hole right now . ” “ i’m tucked up in bed watching desperate housewives . ” “ i can’t believe what you just did . ” “ i don’t know what came over me . ” “ if that’s permanent , i’ll see you in court . ” “ you wanted a word ? ” “ no . stupid idea . ” “ incoming 10 degrees south , possible hostile intruder located . ” “ she looks like she hasn’t got a pot to piss in . ” “ i daresay you’ll do very well . ” “ very careless of us . ” “ you must try the latest concoction . it’s a real beauty . ” “ have you been drinking again ? ” “ go on . i’m dying to know what you think . ” “ they’re bloody animals . ” “ i think you’ll find you and i both want the same things . ” “ i used to eat people . ” “ hello , big boy . ” “ we’re onto you , so watch your backs ! ” “ what have they done to you ? ” “ we do play a little rough . ” “ maybe we’ll be seeing a little more of one another . ” “ i’m afraid after last night we’ve only got smirnoff . ” “ aren’t you lucky ? ” “ final demand ? how can there be more than one final demand ? ” “ i can’t believe you haven’t already told me about this . ” “ the subject of today’s lesson is crime . ” “ you’ve gotta search for the criminal inside yourself . ” “ we’re talking mission impossible . ” “ if tom cruise can do it , so do we . ” “ how do we get into the building ? ” “ we need some kind of cover . ” “ check out our battle cry . ” “ no one can stand in our way . ” “ we are the best , so screw the rest . ” “ we do as we damn well please . ” “ if they complain , we do it again . ” “ until the end , st trinian’s . defenders of anarchy . ”

#st trinian's rp #rp memes #rp prompts #rp sentence starters #crime rp

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zooophagous · 1 year

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Strauss paced the halls with a chipper clip of a cane on the hard linoleum. He didn't really want to use a cane, but the doctor wanted him on a crutch or in a chair, and this was a compromise. When Artemis mentioned the cane looked distinguished, he eventually submitted to it. Utility aside, it was fun to use, the rythmic clicking did have a satisfying sensory feedback to it. And really, he needed exercise.

It wasn't the exercise he wanted. It wasn't a self defense class. It wouldn't help him learn to properly fight back. It did free up a bit of time for his mind to wander and plot his next move. Any activity was better than bed rest.

He passed the commisary and paused and backed up and peered inside. Troy was there, eating alone. Strauss changed trajectories and approached him. He looked glum.

"Herr Cunningham. Guten abend. I've missed you."

"Hey Strauss." Troy replied listlessly. "Sorry I've sort of been avoiding you."

"Yes, the infirmary is incredibly boring without good company. May I sit?"

"Please."

Strauss sat down next to him. "I was worried I had done something to insult you. Some very terse words were exchanged on our last outing, and perhaps I owe you an apology."

"It's not that." Troy sighed. "I don't know a good way to explain it. There's just a lot on my mind."

"Do you want to talk about it? Perhaps over some light exercise? Sparring?"

"Sparring?" Troy snorted and looked up incredulous. "Sparring between a lycan and a vampire isn't what most folks would consider 'light,' ya know."

"Maybe so. But I am eager to begin self defense training, and I believe you may benefit from it as well. Besides, it is more fun with a friend than with a dummy."

"Aren't you still recovering from surgery? You sure I won't break you?"

"I would like to see you try, Cunningham." Strauss smirked.

Troy furrowed his brow at the challenge. "Oh, ok, ok, it's like that. Sure, let's dance then."

Strauss clicked down the hall with Troy in tow. He hadn't had a chance to demonstrate the effects of his new diet to Troy, just yet. He hid a mischeivous glee under a stoic facade. He'd catch him by surprise. Exercise might not banish depression, but it would help.

Strauss found his way to the supply locker and picked out a set of large, padded gloves. They were meant for humans to practice kickboxing, an art he'd become recently interested in- but no doubt this equipment wouldn't withstand the full wrath of a lycan.

Luckily Troy didn't seem to have the energy to unleash his full wrath at the moment, so it would do.

"You may go first. Take your frustrations out on me. Hit as hard as you please, I can take it." He slid his hands into the targets and held them up, ready to catch a punch.

"I don't know that that's a great idea, bud."

"Please. As a doctor, I am perscribing you exercise, and I believe it would be good for you. You have much on your mind, I can tell. Beat it into submission."

Troy reluctantly balled up his fists and threw a limp punch into the target.

"That is not the strength of a lycan. Again."

"Oh fine." He threw a marginally harder punch. Still holding back, but he at least now had some 'pep in his step' about it. Strauss allowed him to warm up.

"I get the feeling the incident of our last outing weighs heavily on you." Strauss talked between blows. "You haven't been yourself. You also haven't been much company. Are you angry with me?"

"No, it's not like that. I'm not angry at you." He threw another firm punch. His fist connected with the boxing target with a loud, satisfying clap. "I'm angry at the situation."

"But I am part of that situation." Strauss braced himself a little harder. Troy was coming out of his shell, and he was slowly becoming more of a match. "I am a sensitive creature, Troy. I know when someone is avoiding me. Please tell me if it is something I can fix."

"You can't fix anything. None of this is your fault." He punctuated 'fault' with another heavy blow."I guess I'm just mad that I put so much effort into myself, you know? So much effort into treatment and being normal and getting myself under control, and right when I was starting to get out of here I have to go right back in for shit that isn't my fault."

Boom, boom. A double punch into Strauss' waiting hands.

"I see. And even if I didn't mean to be, I am the catalyst for that problem."

"It's not fair to blame you for it though."

"But you still do."

"I won't lie to you Strauss, I don't blame you but I resent it. I resent that things got fucked up just from you being here."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What are you going to do, leave? You did that once, and things got exponentially worse already. At least you're trustworthy though. You actually WORK on yourself."

He furiously threw a punch into the target. Strauss found himself backing up.

"Sylvain is out here actually causing the problem, and she never worked on herself. Hell, she went out and got worse on purpose. And now it doesn't MATTER how well I'm doing because other people are determined to fuck it up for no. Good. Reason."

He punctuated with blows.

"Like, what do I have to do to earn the privilege of having a friend over? What do I have to do to make this GO AWAY."

Strauss backed up against the wall. Troy was more than shouting now, he was roaring. This was bad. He could hear his heart pounding faster and faster.

"Troy, I am sorry. We need to stop. We need to-"

"NO."

The lycan beneath Troy's placid surface was beginning to boil over. He grabbed Strauss by the shirt and hefted him into the air with both hands and then turned and threw him bodily across the room.

Strauss landed hard and scrambled backwards. Troy took two steps towards him and fell to his knees, gripping his head in apparent pain, his chest heaving with every breath.

"No no no no I knew this was going to happen. God dammit I KNEW this was going to happen." He whined and grunted. Dark hair begain to ripple down his arms in waves. His nail beds and gums began to bleed as new pieces erupted from inside of him.

Strauss found his feet and was momentarily rooted to one spot. The instinct was to flee. But that would leave Troy to face his demons alone. He couldn't abandon him. Not yet. Not until the bear like being stood up to its full height, dwarfing even the tall tent-pole figure of Strauss himself, and snarled down at him in a way that could almost be understood as plainly as English. Vampires were the cause of the problem, and the wolf had a whole sharp arsenal of solutions.

Time to go.

Strauss bolted down the hall. He could hear the chaos erupt behind him. Nurses screaming, security scrambling, chairs and furniture and other office accoutrements being flung into walls and shattered. Nobody was being mauled at least, Troy had a singular goal. Good, that meant Strauss could focus on saving his own skin. He needed to find Frau Harker. Where was Frau Harker.

Ursula stood thin lipped and silent in front of her dry erase board, the gentle squeak of her marker leaving a tidy row of neat handwriting. She narrated to her class in a droning voice.

"So, if you look at the syllabus, our upcoming anatomy lecture was scheduled for module three, however given our new collection of MRI images courtesy from the lab, we'll be moving that up to next week. I'll remind everyone that participation is graded in lab classes-"

The door slammed open. The handle of it struck and cracked the cinderblock wall. Strauss ran in and over the desks, jumping on them like stepping stones. Troy barreled after him, parting screaming students and flying desks in his wake. Strauss made for the window. Locked, of course, and too heavy to break. He slammed his fist into it. It spiderwebbed but did not give.

Troy grabbed him by the neck and held him aloft in one hand. His grip tightened like a python. Strauss did not need to breathe. He did however have to be mindful of his spine. He grabbed the heavy claw around his neck and scratched at it desperately. He kicked, connecting with the lycanthrope yet accomplishing nothing.

"Herr Cunningham. Bitte." He croaked. He sank his teeth listlessly into the cruel hand.

Thunk. Thunk.

The soft sound of shining darts hitting the hide of the beast cut through the panic in the room. Troy's grip slowly became looser, and looser. Strauss fell to the ground with a reflexive gasp for air.

Troy stumbled and fell, draped like a fur coat over a broken lecture room table.

Ursula ran to Strauss' side. "Mr. Strauss. Are you more dead than usual?"

"I wish." He muttered, and struggled to his feet. "Herr Cunningham needs to speak to a therapist."

"Evidently. Why did you lead him here of all places? Are you TRYING to kill my students?"

"You were the only one competent enough to handle it."

Ursula sighed. "I hate it when you're right." She turned to her cowering students.

"Well? what are you all standing there for! Begin containment protocol before he comes to! Chop chop." She clapped her hands. The students broke from their fearful trance and rushed into action.

"Do you kneed help, Mr. Strauss?"

"All I need, Frau Harker, is a break."

#wayward souls #writing

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cutedevil34 · 6 months

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So Gods Do Exist- (Mortal Kombat x OC) ((Kinda))

Part 1

A teenager named Lemon was waiting to be called up to her kickboxing match. She’s a dark skinned woman with medium sized hair that was braided and put into a ponytail. As of now she’s in the waiting room with her coach, a light-skinned woman who was the same age as her.

“Alright, Cherry Lemon, you got this!” The coach said, putting her hands on Lemon’s shoulders. “Just remember to stay calm and focused…and fast. Your opponent is taller and buffer than you so yeah…be fast!”

“Got it, coach!” Lemon said, jokingly saluting. “I’ll do my best to make you proud.”

“I know you will.” The coach chuckled.

“Cheri Carr and Elizabeth Warner, come to the arena, please!” The announcer called through the speakers.

“That’s our cue.” The coach states, patting Lemon’s shoulders once more and helping the woman up. “Let’s go!”

“Right!”

“Standing on the left corner is Elizabeth Warner!” The announcer announced.

Elizabeth was a dark skinned woman with long hair that was wrapped into a bun. She looked just like Lemon’s coach said: Taller and buffer.

Could she also add that she was older? Like in her thirties?

“Her record is: 10 wins, 2 losses, zero draws and 3 KO’s! Standing 6’0 and weighing 160 pounds!”

Elizabeth smiled at Lemon who smiled back. They didn’t wanna have any ACTUAL beef with each other. It’s just a regular competition.

“Standing on the right corner is Cheri Carr! Her record is: 13 wins, 5 losses, 3 draws and 5 KO’s! Standing at 5’5 and weighing 135 pounds!”

The referee called both the fighters to get closer and they did. The man told the woman the rules of what to do and what not to do before letting the woman casually talk to each other.

“I’ll be honest, you’re a lot smaller than I thought.” Elizabeth noticed.

“I’ve heard that way too many times…” Lemon muttered. “Not my fault everybody here is just freakishly tall…”

“Hey, if it makes you feel better, the shortest person I’ve met was 2 feet tall…but they were a baby…”

“Oh my god…” Lemon chuckles and raises up her hands to be waist level of Elizabeth. “Let’s get this over with.”

Elizabeth lightly hits Lemon’s fist. “May the best person win.”

The referee told the two to go to the opposite sides of the ring where their coaches were.

“Remember your training and you shall win.” Lemon’s coach said in a fake deep voice. “But for real, stay calm and beat her ass, Cherry Lemon.”

“I shall sensei.” Lemon replied, giggling and fake bowing. She gave her coach a fist bump before walking back inside the ring to face her opponent.

“I admit, you have a very good record and haven’t lost a battle in a while.” Elizabeth said. “But I‘ll be the one to end your streak right here.”

“Go ahead and try.” Lemon taunted, putting her fist up. “We’ll see how long you last.”

(I have zero clue how kickboxing actually goes…so…uh…I’m just going to skip this fight…)

“Cheri Carr wins the match!” The announcer stated.

Lemon wiped some blood off of her lips and reached her hand out to Elizabeth who was laying on the ground in pain. “It was a pretty good match.” She complimented.

“I agree.” Elizabeth said, taking the woman’s hand and pulling herself up. “You’re a really good fighter, Cheri. This was really fun!”

“Hehe! You can just call me Lemon! It’s kinda weird when people, excluding the announcer, call me by my actual name.”

“Alright then, Lemon. May we meet again so I can have a second shot at kicking your ass.” Elizabeth smiled, bowing at Lemon.

“Now that I think about it, I don’t remember needing to bow in kickboxing.” Lemon chuckled.

“It’s just something I was taught to do at a young age, it shows respect.”

“Then I’ll do the same.” Lemon lightly bows back and smiles brightly at Elizabeth.

Lemon was now sitting on their bed, looking outside the window, at the dark sky. They didn't do anything after their match and just decided to stay inside their orphanage and just…exist. Justice (Lemon’s coach whose actual name is “Justine”) came to check on her from time to time and had to force them outside of their room at some point to eat dinner.

“Maybe I should go for a walk.” Lemon whispered to herself, glancing at the rollerblades she had in the corner of her room. She felt a smile grow on her face as she got up from her bed and picked up the rollerblades. “Or a skate. It’ll make it a lot more interesting.”

She puts the shoes on and quietly rolls outside her room, looking around the orphanage. There were a few others still awake but most of the teenagers and children were asleep at this time. Lemon made sure to not get anyone’s attention as she rolled outside the orphanage and on the sidewalk. Justice had told her about a skate park a few blocks away, so she’ll probably spend an hour or two there.

Once she got there she noticed that the entire park was empty except for one person.

"Justice?" She called.

"Hey, Cherry Lemon!" Justice replied, sitting on top of one of the ramps. "I knew you'd be here."

Lemon smiled softly at her friend and they both decided to skate together. They spent at least ten minutes doing as many tricks and acrobatics as she could. Cartwheeling between ramps, doing flips off small ramps (Because Lemon would rather not break a bone this late at night) and doing grinds on the ramps as well.

Suddenly the light went out and someone grabbed Justice's arm, pulling her away from Lemon and into the dark.

"Justice!" Lemon shouted before yelping when someone also grabbed her arm, pulling her to the bottom of the skate park and making her land roughly on the ground.

“What the hell!?” She cursed, looking up at the person who grabbed her. It was a man, that was all she could see in the pitch black of the darkness.

“Cheri Carr, you and your friend will come with me.” The man demanded, keeping his grip on Lemon.

Lemon could hear footsteps above her and guessed this stranger had friends with him.

“Who are you? What did you do to Justice!?” Lemon questioned before huffing. “Don’t tell me you're one of Elizabeth’s admirers and now you’re trying to jump me for being better than her. Come on…”

“That’s not why we’re here.”

Lemon frowns and glares up at the man. “Then why are you?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Wrong answer.” Lemon quickly took a mini taser from out of her pocket and stabbed the man in the arm. “You suck at kidnapping people.” She presses the button on the taser and shocks the man, forcing him to let her go. The light from the taser let her see some of the man’s face and clothes. She noticed his clothes looked very…blue. Especially that weird mask he had.

“Okay, what the hell are you!? And where the fuck is my friend!?” She exclaimed, backing away from the man and taking out her phone, turning on her flashlight to fully see the blue man. “A ninja!? Only ninja’s wear weird shit like that!”

She made sure to back away from the man more before turning around and seeing at least 10 other people dressed in the same way the blue man was, but only three others truly stuck out to her. Two were wearing orange and gray with masks on their face and one was wearing a black cloak, but there was no way she could ignore those glowing eyes piercing into her soul.

“And that’s just fucking god.” Lemon whispered, still moving the flashlight to see around her. focusing her attention back on the blue man right

"Lemon!" Justice shouted, her eyes squinching when Lemon's flashlight hit her eyes. She was held back by the gray ninja who was flaring directly at Lemon.

"Justice!"

Lemon was about to run to her but heard something come her way and dodged a blast of ice. She didn’t really realize what the hell almost hit her until a second later. “Ninja’s have ice powers!?”

She had to block multiple attacks coming from the man and even dodge other ninjas that were trying to help the blue man. She put her phone in her mouth to keep her light and quickly took care of the ninjas that were all dressed in basic black, leaving the other four.

Lemon roughly took the phone out of her mouth and shouted, “Want to explain to me why you want to kidnap us now!? Especially since you know it isn’t going to happen!”

The orange man from above jumped down to where the blue man was, most likely going to help him fight. “We’ve just learned some interesting stuff about you two…so we wanted to see it personally.”

“Fucking weirdos…” Lemon muttered, getting into her fighting stance and noticing that she hasn’t had a stable stance since this all started. “Fighting me while I’m in my roller blades…do you know how weird it is to move in these!?”

The orange man took out some sort of rope with a blade at the end, twirling it in his hands. He then throws it, making it wrap around Lemon’s leg and pull her towards the two.

Lemon reacts quickly and kicks upwards once she’s close enough to the two, hitting the orange man in the face with her rollerblade. She then twists her leg to kick the blue man in the side, giving her the chance to start attacking the orange man and eventually knocking him out. Now she only needed to focus on three other people…thankfully. Then she can call the cops on these freaks.

“Knocked out your buddy.” Lemon taunted, looking at the blue man who was glaring at her. “Now you’re next.”

She once again takes her taser out and tries to strike the man with it, but he quickly freezes her arm and throws her over his shoulder. Lemon looks down at her arm in mild shock before slowly moving it up and down to see how heavy it was. “This could work…” She muttered, standing up and dashing towards the blue man, swinging her arm at the man’s face. The man quickly dodged and tried to sweep under Lemon’s feet, but the woman jumped over him and stomped on his chest, pinning him to the ground. She then took the chance to whack him in the face with her frozen arm, knocking the blue man out but sadly not breaking the ice on her arm.

Lemon takes a second to breath in and out before glaring up at the glowing eyed man and the gray guy. “Let go of Justice now!" She demanded, about to run up to the two.

“Sadly, no.” The glowing eye man stated, turning to the gray guy and saying, “You can hold her down now.”

“Excuse me!?” Lemon exclaimed before yelping as her hands were pulled behind her back. She looked back up at the glowy eyed man and realized the gray man was nowhere to be seen. “Ninja’s can teleport too–!? Actually, that’s not that impressive…” She then perked up once she realized something. "Ha! You're not grabbing Justice anymore! Justice run! Ru-"

She noticed that Justice was peacefully standing next to the glowy eyed guy with her hands in her pockets.

"Okay, I guess don’t run…?” She muttered as Justice and the glowy eyed guy slid down to where Lemon and the gray guy were. The glowy eyed guy pulled his hood down and introduced himself to Lemon.

“Hello, Cheri Carr.” The man said. “I am Lord Liu Kang, God of Fire and Protector of Earthrealm.”

“Yeah, okay, pause. Justice, what the hell is happening?”

“A test.” Justice answered with a smile. “That you passed.”

“Wha…” Lemon was so in shock that she didn’t even notice the gray guy had released her arms and quickly broke the ice on one of her arms, relieving her of the unbearable cold she was feeling. She then yelped as the blue guy started to stand back up, glaring directly at Lemon who looked confused.

“I thought I knocked you out?” She questioned.

“Like a weak hit like that could do anything.” The man scoffed, standing up and walking over to the orange guy to help him get up.

“Weak!?” Lemon shouted.

“They were holding back.” Liu Kang explained, turning to face the blue and orange ninjas. “Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, is everybody okay?”

“Yes. Nobody has any big injuries.” Kuai Liang answered.

“Okay, we need to start from the beginning here.” Lemon demanded and pointed to Liu Kang. “Who are you?” Points to the ninjas. “Who are they?” She then points to herself. “And why me?”

“Right.” Liu Kang agreed. “Like I said before, I am Lord Liu Kang, God of Fire and Protector of Earthrealm. The people you just fought are the Lin Kuei; they are a clan that are dedicated to protecting Earthrealm.”

“You keep saying Earthrealm, aren’t you just talking about Earth?”

“Earth is only a part of Earthrealm." Justice explained, wrapping her arm around Lemon's shoulders in a joking manner. "Earthrealm itself is one of the many realms on the universe."

"The realms are rivals of us and that’s why we need champions like you to protect ours.” Liu Kang added.

“Champions? For what? Are we fighting?” Lemon asked. "And Justice, how the hell do you know these people?"

“Yes. and it is almost time for the grand martial arts tournament between Earthrealm and the realm of Outworld. It’s held once each century and allows each realm to demonstrate their strength. Our realms are at peace but there are some Outworlders who would prefer to be at war with us. If we win this tournament, we’ll calm them down for at least another century.”

And I met them randomly like…6 years ago. They literally just teleported into my room in the middle of the night.” Justice added, smiling at Lemon who looked at her in shock. “They wanted me to help coach you and train you to help defend Earthrealm.”

“What the fu–”

“I know it’s a lot! But you’ll learn and you’ll be in much more interesting fights!”

“Yeah, okay, If I’ve learned anything from fictional books and movies, people outside of earth always have some weird powers and weapons." Lemon then turned to Liu Kang. "Why would you want someone who kickboxes for a living to help you fight people like that? I’m just going to die.”

“I never said you would die and I never said you were going to fight without some advantage.” Liu Kang reassured. “Nobody has ever died or been gravely injured in the tournament so you don’t have to worry about that. Just think about it like your regular fighting matches.”

“And ignore the fact that you basically said that if we lose this tournament there’s a chance we’ll be at war.” Lemon mutters and sighs loudly. “Okay, fine, I’ll help you. There has to be a reason you chose me out of…literally anybody else and I rather not have innocent people forced to fight a bunch of magical pieces of shit if we happen to lose this stupid tournament.”

“Thank you, Cheri Carr.” Liu Kang says.

“Just call me Lemon…”

“Alright, Lemon. The monks await you at Wu Shi Academy to start your training. Some of the people here will take you there while I still have more champions to gath-”

“Actually wait.” Lemon interrupted. “What about Justice?"

“What about me?” Justice inquired.

“I can’t leave you in the orphanage by yourself! What if you get beat up again and none of our other friends are there to help? I can’t risk that!”

“Lemon, I’ll be fine.” Justice reassures. “The shit only happened once, and because of that, I now have my friends/bodyguards around me 24/7. I feel like a celebrity!”

“But Justice–”

Justice wraps her hand around the back of Lemon’s back and pushes her head forward, prompting a kiss from the both of them. Lemon stays frozen in shock before Justice pulls away and chuckles at her friend’s reaction.

“I’ll be fine.” She reassures, lightly kissing Lemon’s nose. “Go and protect Earthrealm. It’s quite literally your destiny.”

“Right…” Lemon mutters before laying her head on Justice’s shoulder with a groan. “But that just made me want to stay even more!”

Justice lets out a laugh and turns to Liu Kang who was smiling at them both.

“She’s ready.”

“No…”

“This is the Wu Shi Academy?” Lemon muttered, looking around. The place was beautiful and calming with its lush greenery and cherry blossoms. “I honestly thought a dojo would look a lot less…peaceful.”

“Some are.” One of the monks said, smiling at Lemon. “Now follow me, we have prepared a room and uniform for you.”

“Uniform?”

“Oooohhhh, you mean the clothes everybody else is wearing?”

“That is what a uniform is, yes.”

Lemon slightly glared at the man who was doing their best not to laugh. “Don’t get all sassy with me.”

“Sorry, sorry!” The man apologized. “Now let’s get going. You’re most likely going to start your training first thing in the morning.”

“Good thing I’m a morning person.”

“AAAAHHHHH, WHY ARE YOU HERE!?” Lemon shouted. She was here, first thing in the morning like the monk said and while she was expecting a bunch of other people to be here, she wasn’t expecting anybody she knew. So seeing Johnny fucking Cage right in front of her scared her a bit, and the man too because his eyes widened at her shouting, same with three other men.

“Do you know her?” One of the men with a sedge hat asked.

“No, but I’m guessing she’s one of my fans.” Johnny answered with a smile, clearly using this as a chance to brag to the others. “I am pretty popular after all.”

“Okay, fan is an overstatement…” Lemon muttered, looking at Johnny in slight disgust. “But my coach...girlfriend...I don't know yet, is one and wouldn’t shut the fuck up about how good you were at fighting. My mind never once thought that you of all people would be one of Lord Liu Kang’s champions.”

“Wait, aren’t you Cheri Carr?” Another one of the men asked. This one had a whole sword with him. “One of the most famous kickboxers in the world?”

“Mhm! I am!” Lemon nodded, smiling at the sword guy. “But call me Lemon!”

“Lemon? What type of name is Lemon?” Johnny questioned.

“It’s just a nickname my coach-girlfriend gave me based on my actual name. But It’s been used so much that it’s weird to hear people call me Cheri. Kinda like how you’d feel uncomfortable if I called you John Carlton.”

Johnny visibly cringed and looked to the side. “Yeah, it’s weird as hell…”

The guy with the sedge hat chuckled at Johnny before politely bowing at Lemon who bowed back. “Well, hello, Lemon. I am Raiden.”

“And I am Kenshi Takahashi.” The guy with the sword introduced, also bowing.

“Nice to meet you both.” Lemon replied. She then turned to the last guy who was also wearing a hat, but she had forgotten what it was called. “And you are?”

“Kung Lao.” The man replied, not bowing but looking at Lemon in confusion. “Aren’t you a bit too young to be a champion?”

Lemon shrugged. “Don’t ask me. Ask Liu Kang whenever he pops up again. He’s the one that pretended to kidnap me and my girlfriend. That almost gave me mental and physical trauma.”

“Well, we’re not exactly here to focus on whether we should be here or not.” Raiden interrupted. “We’re here to get stronger and protect Earthrealm.”

“I guess.” Lemon replied. “But I do have a question for you all.”

“Hmm?”

“How’d you guys get forced into this?”

“Liu Kang and the Lin Kuei pretended they were trying to destroy a restaurant that belonged to someone close to us.” Kung Lao answered. “Turns out it was a test and the owner of the restaurant was also a part of it.”

“She basically trained us our entire lives for this.” Raiden added.

“That honestly sounds like some Hero’s Journey bullshit but is pretty cool.” Lemon commented and turned to Johnny. “What about you?”

“Literally just broke into my house and asked us to join.”

“Us?”

“Oh yeah.” Johnny wrapped his arm around Kenshi’s shoulders, “This guy also broke into my house to steal my sword!”

“It’s my family’s sword!” Kenshi snapped, pushing Johnny off of him.

“Bulllssshhhiiittt!” Johnny laughed. “I still don’t believe it!”

“If that is true then damn, Johnny, we need more interesting lives because these three seem to be more special than us.” Lemon said. “I know, let’s make something up!”

“Like what?

“We’re uh…aliens from a far away land and landed on earth in total confusion. We don’t know what this place is and why we’re here but for the past 18 years we’ve been raised by two human adults that have taught us to be humble and use our very random powers to save others–"

“Isn’t that just Superman?” Kenshi asked.

“No! Because there’s two of us now! We’re twins!”

“There's no way anybody’s gonna believe you two are twins.” Kung Lao laughed.

“They will if I tell them that I just stopped growing in…uh…elementary school!”

“PFFT–HAHAHA! Sure! We’ll pretend that’s true!”

“Kung Lao, stop laughing.” Raiden scolded. “By the way, we’re all late for our first lesson.”

“What!?” Lemon exclaimed. “You could’ve said something earlier!”

MASTERLIST Picrew link: TOON ME!

#mortal kombat #oc #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 spoilers #mk oc #mk #liu kang #sub zero #scorpion #bi han #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #kung lao #mortal kombat x oc

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vault-heck · 11 months

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15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Thank you @krokaxe! <33

I'll do my best not to tag anyone who has already been tagged, and as always, no presh: @falloutnewvegastransedmygender @perfectlypreservedpie @memaidraws @icyglaceon471 @vnknowncrow @lordjimp @nukagender @edaworks @twosides--samecoin @sunsetting-harmony @emeraldtower @foxs-fire @bexatomarama @adventuresofmeghatron @sleeplessincarcosa

1. Are you named after anyone?

My middle name, which I usually go by irl, was a family surname a couple of generations back.

2. When was the last time you cried?

My basement flooded yesterday and not only was I crying but also screaming and throwing up.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. Kids are great but I do not want any of my own.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sarcasm? what's that? (yeah)

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

My mom taught me a tiny bit of tennis and I can kind of bowl. I was only ever serious about mixed martial arts/kickboxing.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

Online, how outward they are about political/social views. In person, sometimes the same but often it's body language I think (fuck if I know what it means half the time, but still).

7. Eye color?

Hazel, I guess. My eyes are kind of weird. They're sort of gray blue at the very outside of the iris (barely visible) and light brown by the pupil and either green or yellow in between depending upon lighting.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I like both!

9. Any special talents?

I'm slightly better than average at a few things like sfx makeup, playing some instruments. I used to be able to do the 'human blockhead' trick but haven't tried in a while...

10. Where were you born?

Tornado Alley.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, video games, playing music, digital art sometimes, textile arts, reading, interior design (for fun and not profit), (theoretically) cosplay, gardening, composting.

12. Do you have any pets?

A sphynx cat, Agnete (Nettie for short), and a black and white cat named Kenny (originally named Kenpachi but please don't talk to me about Bleach I don't know shit.)

13. How tall are you?

5'4'' ish

14. Fave subject in school?

Uhh. I was raised on Abeka and didn't finish college so this is hard to answer. Literature probably.

15. Dream job?

I hate having a job so much lol. But maybe doing unionized (or better, worker owned) data privacy work of some kind.

#tag games #about me #not fallout

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While writing a celebrity au fanfic for tighnari I was blessed with the greatest idea of boxer/kickboxer tighnari and now I can’t get my mind off of it!!

So here are a few little head cannons and a short Drabble, I don’t play genshin anymore so I don’t know his personality all to well, please comment criticism!!

I hate the term “y/n” but I had no other choice but to use it once ☹️

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- I just have this huge idea that tighnari is extremely flexible- like, its crazy.

- imagine you’re in the same training room as him and all of a sudden he’s just down on the floor in the splits. I would fall over IMMEDIATELY

- leg over his head, holding it up with one hand like it’s nothing and I’d be all for it

- the way he would train too

- continuously hitting the punching bag until he’s panting

- sweat cascading down his temples as he continues to do hook kicks in the back of the room.

-thinking about it it would probably stinkso bad at the end of the day 😭

- he would not give it a rest until his legs are shaking and he physically can’t stand on his own.

Now since we got over how he would train let’s talk about how he’s do against a arch with you

- he won’t go easy on you that’s for sure. I hope you know how to put up a fight,

- this man’s agility has him moving at speeds I can’t comprehend

-he’d punch you square in the face, not a twinge of regret written on his face I wouldn’t mind ngl

- when in the rink he thinks of you as just another opponent, so don’t think you’re lucky.

-I’d kick his ass though

- ofc he’d apologize after(I’d hope- maybe not) but in his defense you kind of brought it upon yourself

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Landing another punch to his opponent's face, Tighnari knew that he had won. Not like it was new to him, he was one of the best.

His chest was heaving, you could hear the faint delay in his breaths as he leaned over the ropes to grab his water bottle.

"That was good." A voice commends. "I'm glad you took note of the points I asked you to correct. But make sure not to lean so heavily on one foot.”

Tighnari, internally moaned at the new disturbance. No, it’s not like he disliked his coach, in fact he adored them, it was just at times they were a bit overbearing. His coach knows very well what Tighnari’s half hearted 'hmm' means. " Cyno is not an easy nut to crack.”

“I’m sure I’ll be just fine, like always. No one yet was able to take me down I don’t plan on losing to a bunch of nobodies-” he was cut off when the familiar sound of your name fell from his coaches lips. Tighnari quickly closed his much, coughing a little in his hand to make the sudden cut of his sentence less awkward.

“That sure seemed to shut you up” —- stated with a chuckle. Although to tighnari it wasn’t a laughing matter.

He hated the way you’d always conveniently end up with the same training room as him. How you’d always be the closest to the the ring when it was his time to go. They way you’d smirk at him whenever you won a match against him. It irritated him to no end.

But even so, he always found his mind driving to you. The times you shared outside of kickboxing. The trips to the cafe, shared plane flights to world round tournaments(I like how I added that after I said outside of kickboxing…) just simply staying inside one of your apartments watching movies together.

He liked you, he just didn’t know it yet

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(Ngl I don’t feel like finishing this so have fun with a not so good Drabble) and I rushed it cause I have a lot to get done

Also if you’re one of the people who said tighnari would be a archer for the celebrity au, kys that’s so boring I physically can’t bring myself to write that, so kickboxer tighnari it is!! (This Is targeted to my paugers and Amara, watch yourselves)

#tighnari #x reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari genshin #genshin #tighnari x y/n #tighnari genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin fluff

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sweetie pie honey muffin congrats on 1k!!! may i please have a lead me to the garden chai cookie of the oak variety with one mister ryan graves? love youuuuuuu 🥰🤩🥳

thank you so much my love!! love you to the moon! and i went a little more cutesy fluffy for this oak chai cookie. hope you love it!

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You loved your boyfriend, Ryan. You really did.

You swear you did.

But sometimes, you wondered what the hell you got yourself into.

And yes, some people might think that you were talking about the distance, his travel schedule, the packing and moving, the lack of stability. But right now, you were talking about the fact that this man woke you up at the crack of dawn… to go on a run with him.

It was partially your fault. You mentioned to Ryan that you would love to be a little more active, get some more exercise. And Ryan – your sweet golden retriever boyfriend – took that off-handed comment and ran with it.

Literally.

No, like he was legitimately running ahead of you on the Nova Scotia beach and you were struggling behind him, your feet sinking beneath the sand, even though Ryan had the foresight to have the two of you run on the smooth packed edge of low tide.

You had been doing alright or at least you thought you had. It was different at first but you were sure you could handle it. But now, after only 8 minutes of this, you were ready to collapse into the wet sand and stay there until the waves washed you away.

“Come on babe, keep up!” Ryan shouts to you and you can hear the playful tone of his words but oooh boy, you were ready to fight him. Add kickboxing to your exercise repertoire.

“I hate you!” you reply, your own tone light but there was a slight truth to your words. Thankfully, Ryan doesn’t take offense, like he never did, and just laughed before smiling back at you.

“I know.”

You huff with your own strained laughter as you dig your feet into the unsteady ground and propel yourself forward, knowing that Ryan would never push you too far. You manage to last for what feels like another two minutes before your pace is slowing and you’re calling out to your boyfriend again.

“Ryan,” you whine, the high-pitch helping to cut through the sound of crashing waves. “This is so difficult. Like why did you have me run on sand?”

“Adds resistance! Really works your lower body and helps your balance.”

“Is that why you hockey players like it. Helps you balance on your knife shoes?”

“Something like that,” Ryan chuckles, slowing down his pace until you’ve caught up to him.

“Well, I…” you huff out, reaching out to grip Ryan’s forearm, halting both him and yourself before you lean forward, your chest heaving. “Oh, I can’t do this. This is exhausting.”

“I know you can do it. Just a few more minutes and then we can take our sweet time walking back to the car.”

“Babe, I don’t think I’m cut out for this. This is what you do every morning?”

“Yeah, I really like it. Training with a view, y’know? But I promise, if you end up absolutely hating this, you never have to do it again.”

“You swear?” you genuinely ask, looking up at him and still slightly hating him. But now, you’re hating him for the way the sunlight hits his pale skin and highlights the cut of his jaw.

“Absolutely,” he smiles at you and if your legs didn’t already feel like jelly, the action would have you weak in the knees. “But I know you can make it. You’re stronger than you think.”

The words soften your resolve and you stretch your body upright, sighing deeply as the salt air fills your lungs and the breeze from the ocean cools the sweat on your skin. You eyes open to find Ryan still staring at you, waiting for your answer. The bemused huff falls from your chest as you playfully glare at Ryan.

“Why are you so good at sweet-talking me?”

“Must be the Gemini,” he says and you can’t stop the laugh that falls from your lips.

“Okay, five more minutes,” you concede and Ryan’s grin grows more as he turns to take off again. But before he can, you stop him with a grip on his forearms. “But… we’re getting frozen yogurt after this.”

“Deal.”

You do manage to stick it out for the next five minutes, managing to reach the small beach that Ryan had planned your route to. Soon you found yourself walking back to the car, your shoes in Ryan’s hand, the rising tide lapping around your ankles, and the small cup of vanilla fro-yo in your hands.

And when you looked out over the ocean, the sunrise painting the beach a hazy pink and orange, you were startled to realize that you might start to enjoy these types of mornings with Ryan.

But maybe next time, the two of you could try yoga instead.

#1k cele bakery #nicole writes #ryan graves fluff #ryan graves blurb #pittsburgh penguins blurb #(another one that still feels weird)#nhl blurb #hockey blurb #i feel like ryan needs to be characterized as a golden retriever more often #and it's one of my favorite tropes so #sorry not sorry for including it

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