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sinnersweets · 2 months

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DogDay x Reader part 13

<-----part 12, part 14----->

“You have a lovely home Mrs. Y/N.” “Why thank you Mrs. Jackson.” I spoke while drinking some tea I made. It was the home inspection today and even though everything seemed to be going well I was a nervous wreck. “Everything seems to be in order as far as safety measures; remind me how old is Damian?” While setting down my teacup I said, “He is seven years old but will be eight tomorrow.” I couldn’t help but smile big. I plan on telling him for his birthday tomorrow. “Happy early birthday to him. Now comes the boring part; the questions. I’m going to go down my list and you just answer truthfully alright?” I nodded my head. “Good, now let us begin.”

At first, she just went through how the interviews went with my family which thankfully my mom was on her best behavior and didn’t give her crap about me. Next, she asked me when my birthday was to ensure I knew it and for my birth certificate to verify that I was twenty-one. “Now Mrs. Y/N, how long have you and your husband been together?” She asked me that while I was taking a sip of my tea which caused me to almost spit it out. I set down my cup and said, “I’m not married Mrs. Jackson.” She looked up at me before looking over to my wall where mine and DogDays picture was. Why do people keep assuming that me and DogDay are married by that one photo?! “Oh, I apologize Ms. Y/n. Normally it’s couples that adopt, not just one person.” “Technically me and him are a couple just not married.” “I see.” She scribbled down something on her clipboard before going on with the questions.

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“Were the questions really that horrible Angel?” DogDay asked me. We were both by the duck pond watching our group play red light, green light. I sighed and said, “Maybe not horrible but long. She asked about my motivation for wanting to adopt, my fertility, childhood, family relationships, financial situation, criminal history, my history of residence, if I knew any other languages, my health, religion, if I knew how to discipline a child, understanding abuse and neglect. My god I should’ve just written a book about myself and had her read it!”

DogDay chuckled as I threw my hands up in the air. “It’ll all be worth it in the end Angel.” “Yeah, I know.” I looked over and saw Damian was now the one in charge of the game. “Have anything planned for Damian tomorrow?” DogDay shook his head no. “He doesn’t really like celebrating his birthday. The last time we celebrated it was when he was five. After that he asked if we could just pretend that his birthday doesn’t exist, but I always give him a card.” I frowned as I listened to DogDay speak. “Did he ever tell you why to stop celebrating it?” DogDay shrugged his shoulders and said, “My guess is because it’s a reminder that another year has passed and he’s still here.” I guess I could see where Damian was coming from.

I cleared my throat before saying, “Speaking about being here, do you ever wish you could leave?”DogDay chuckled and laid down on the grass looking up at the ceiling. I followed his actions and laid down as well. “All the time Angel. Now that I have you, more than ever.” He grabbed onto my hand and squeezed it. I turned my head, looked at him, and smiled. “Oh? And just what would you want to do if you could leave?” “Let’s see, well I’d like to take you on a date, go on car rides, run around at the park. Really do anything with you Angel. Oh, and play soccer with Damian, he loves soccer.”

I turned my head back up towards the ceiling. Now knowing that Damian liked soccer it gave me a theme to decorate his room. “If someone were to, I don’t know, buy you out from here how would you feel about that?” DogDay looked over to me with a surprised look before saying, “Are you saying you’d buy me out of Playtime Angel?” I sat up and leaned against my hands while saying, “Well I’ve been thinking about it. I don’t really know if I could, but it doesn’t hurt to ask right?” DogDay gave me a soft smile. It looked like he was going to say something but then a kid yelled out, “Miss DogDay!”

Mine and DogDays head turned toward the child. “We wanna play hide and seek!” I got up from the ground and walked over to Aaron, the little boy who called out to me. “We can play hide and seek after your guy's nap time, okay?” “Yay!” Aaron took off screaming in delight. I then felt a kiss on top of my head. “You’re gonna be a great mom Angel.” I looked up at him and smiled. "You think so?" "I know so. In fact you'll be a great mom to Damain and to our very own kid." "Thank you- wait what?!"

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“Thank you for coming to see me Ms. Y/N.” I took a seat inside Stellas’ office, not sure why she called me in. “May I ask what this is about?” She reached in her desk and pulled out a file. While she handed me the file she said, “Please read this over and tell me what this is.” I slowly opened the file and started reading what was inside. I only read the first few words before realizing what this was. “This is the email I got when I was hired.” “Yes, it is. Oh, before I forget; congratulations. Damian is now legally yours.”

My eyes widened. “Really?! That’s wonderful!” Even though she just told me that Damian was now legally mine the atmosphere in the room was still off. “Is there something else Stella?” She took off her glasses and said, “Yes. Please flip through and read what I have highlighted.” I did what she told me, and I found where she had highlighted. As I started reading my eyes grew wide. I looked up at her and said, “I can’t work here anymore?!”

She nodded her head. She also looked sad from this. “I’m sorry Ms. Y/N, but that is company policy. If you adopt a child here while employed, that person must resign from here. I’m really sorry.”

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I sat in my bed while looking at the file. I can’t believe that I had to quit! Don’t get me wrong, I’m still happy that I was able to get Damian, but now I have to leave my friends behind. And DogDay....

My phone started ringing and I saw that it was DogDay calling me. I answered the phone while wiping away some tears. “Hey Angel!” “Hi.” “You never told me what Ms. Stella wanted to see you about.” “Oh, she was just telling me that I can take Damian. He’s now legally mine.” “That’s amazing Angel!” I stayed quiet. I felt like if I talked, I would start crying even more. “Angel? What’s wrong?” A part of me wanted to tell him the other news that I got but I couldn’t. “Nothing, just a little tired from today.” I don’t know if he really believed me or not, but he didn’t question me any further. “Oh well then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Angel. Sleep well, I love you.” “I love you too.”

I ended the call and leaned my head back against my headboard. I didn’t want to lose DogDay, but I really wasn’t sure if he could be bought out. Suddenly an idea popped in my head. It was risky, heck even stupid, but it could work. I set an alarm on my phone for 2 a.m. and went on my laptop to see if there was any nearby land to buy.

A/N: What do you think Angel is going to do?

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atlasofthestaars · 4 months

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[MK X READER] New Era - Chapter .016

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Not much to say here but, I hope you guys enjoy this one! Still trying to get back in the groove of updating quicker, but with college life comes more responsibilities I'm afraid haha. I think in this chapter there will be something some of you guys have been waiting for a while now :)!

FROM THE EYES OF SOMEONE WHO DOES SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT

“You don’t have to do this with me.”

“I don’t mind.” You replied, not even bothering to look up from the recount of events you were writing. You felt Sonya Blade’s gaze bore into you. From how intense it felt, you understood why she was so respected in her field. If she had magic powers, you would have guessed she would have had magic beams that shoot from her eyes.

Even without looking at her, you could tell she had a concerned look on her face. One that you’ve experienced plenty of times lately, not just from her either. While touched, you were feeling horrible lately about it all. “I’d have to do this eventually, I expect, plus I would feel awful leaving you to do this alone.”

It was the day after the showdown with Shao Khan. Well, to say the day after was rather misleading. It was just barely midnight, the new day having just barely rolled in. And here you were, sitting in a Special Forces office with your friend, Sonya Blade, writing up a report of events that had gone down the day of the whole affair.

You hadn’t eaten, slept, or even bathed. You still wore the tattered clothes, all scratched and messy from being tossed around. Dried blood still stuck to you like glue. But that was by choice. You didn’t want to spend a moment too long by yourself to let your thoughts creep in about what happened in the last twenty four hours. You suppressed a shiver at the idea.

If you were going to be forced to think about it, you’d rather do it doing something productive, and not by yourself.

You didn’t want to even think about what would happen if you let whatever happened truly soak in.

“You sure you don’t want to go back with Raiden?” Sonya inquired, her words carrying a sense of caution. It was odd to hear from the usually bold and blunt woman, but it was charming to hear her be empathetic towards you. You set down your pen, setting it aside. You had a feeling this would be a talking break.

“No, I can contact Lord Raiden myself whenever we’re done here.” You said, lifting your gaze to meet her eyes. The concerned look you had imagined to be on her face felt like an understatement now. The usually guarded, professional woman felt like an open book. Or maybe, you’ve gotten better at reading her after the couple of years you’ve gotten to know her for.

You weren’t ready to face Raiden yet. You weren’t sure why, but the thought of facing the thunder god made your stomach churn. You felt guilt at just the thought of having to look at him. So many people had died, many people you might have been able to save if you had just stayed behind.

“You should really rest.” The blonde urged, her eyes scanning you. You held back a small pitiful laugh. The woman in front of you was a workaholic, it was strange to hear her tell you that. And yet, from the way she looked at you, you could tell you looked like an utter wreck. Your fingers brushed your cheek, and you wondered silently just whose blood was on your fingertips.

“I wish I could, Lieutenant.” You replied. You just noticed how exhausted your voice sounded. It was like you had dragged yourself out of the darkest pits of the netherrealm, which probably wasn’t too far off. Your fingers drummed on the wood of the desk, trying to fill the silence of the room. Your eyes looked around before you settled them back onto Sonya. “Can I just be honest for a moment?”

“Anytime.” She reassured you. You saw her straighten out her back, making her perfect posture just that more pristine. Your eyes seemed to drill into your own, as if she was trying to reach into your soul. You couldn’t imagine how intimidating she’d look if she were to be interrogating someone.

“I don’t think I can rest until I know that our friends are avenged.” You admitted. Even with your admission, the weight on your shoulders didn’t lighten. If anything, it felt like it got a bit heavier, as if the weight of your ambitions had finally settled in. Sonya nodded, though the concerned look on her face did not change. “I don’t know how, but I know there’s some way to honor their deaths.”

“That sounds honorable, and I completely understand.” Sonya began, her words slow and deliberate. You knew from the way she spoke, she completely understood. She never talked about it too much, but she had alluded before to you that she had been tracking down some asshole because her partner had died. You looked at her, and you saw her hesitate. “You shouldn’t let your life be dictated by something like that though.”

Even as she said it, you knew she felt awful for being a hypocrite.

“I know you speak from a place of kindness and experience, Sonya.” You said. You leaned forward, resting your weight on your forearms. “But I don’t know if I can heed your words.” A sigh left your lips, and you felt your shoulders slump forward. Exhaustion was clawing at you, threatening to drag you down. “I have to at least avenge Kung Lao and Liu Kang. I know Shao Khan’s dead, but I would feel so useless if I couldn’t avenge both of their deaths.”

“You think Shao Khan killed Liu Kang?” Sonya inquired. You saw her eyes widen slightly, and she shifted a bit in her own seat. You lifted an eyebrow, uncertain why she would ask that sort of thing. You nodded solemnly.

“Of course he did, who else would? I’m certain you saw it too. You and Johnny both arrived on the rooftop before me.” You reminded her. “When I got there, he was dead already” You felt yourself tremble, the guilt within yourself threatening to spew out of you. “By the gods, if I had been a little faster, maybe, just maybe I would have been able to save him.”

You knew you weren’t just talking about Liu Kang.

“Hey.” The lieutenant spoke up, snapping you out of it before you could possibly spiral. Her eyes scanned you again, a torn expression on her face. She then stared deeply into your eyes. Her mouth opened, then she hesitated. Whatever she was about to say, you could never guess as she then proceeded to cringe before she got the words out. “Did…did you talk to Raiden about any of this?”

“No.” You admitted. And you weren’t planning to. You knew the god would disapprove of your plan, and you weren’t letting him change your mind. While you knew Liu Kang held some resentment towards the thunder god before he died, you didn’t. But you did feel like, perhaps, some decisions that you could make would be best without his influence. “I’m not going to tell him either.”

“I see.” Sonya said, her tone now awkward. There was a tension in the room, one that you couldn’t quite identify the reason behind. You looked back down at the report, trying to distract yourself amidst the silence that lingered in the air. “Hey, how about we just finish these reports up then head to bed, how does that sound?”

“I…” You began. The thought of going to bed, all alone with the memories of what had just happened, nearly sent a shiver down your back. You couldn’t suppress the goosebumps that covered your skin. But still, you couldn’t deny the fact that sleep did sound pleasing. You weren’t certain if you could stay awake for much longer. “I think that sounds fine.”

“Good, let’s wrap it up, I think we both need the rest.” Sonya nodded. She picked up her pen with a bit of renewed vigor. Then she paused and looked at you. “And hey,” She said your name, “if you ever need to talk about all this with someone, I’m here for you, okay?”

For what felt like the first time in forever, you smiled.

“Okay.”

Waking up this time was not dramatic like before, but it was not quite calm either.

Your eyes slowly opened, as if you were trapped within honey. You lifted a hand over your chest, your fingertips touching where your heart lay. It ached dully, as if remembering the memory along with you and was reminded of the pain of losing those you once cared for. All that left your lips for a moment was a forlorn sigh.

Your mind lingered on the blonde that had been so prominent in your last memory. Sonya Blade. This was the first time she had been prominent in your visions. She was not a foreign person to you, you remembered her as the ex wife…or wife, you weren’t quite sure. Not to mention, she had appeared at the tournament as well as the rooftop confrontation.

You rolled over to the side of the bed, staring at the ground. She was one of the few you had remembered but seemed not to be present in this world you now lived in. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to recall other people you haven’t seen yet, assuming they even existed.

Nightwolf, Jackson Briggs, Fujin…several other names drifted in and out of your head.

Why have you not met them? This question buried itself in the back of your mind. It was always a question you’ve asked yourself. Some of the names you’ve had these questions about you’ve met, but it was odd these people who seemed to become more and more dominant in your memories seemed to be missing.

Was there a reason for that? Did these people even exist at all? Or were they replaced or missing, just like…

You felt your chest ache again without even finishing your thought. You pressed your hand to it, as if it would help soothe the pain. All it did though was allow you to feel the slow rhythmic thuds of your heart. You were still alive and kicking, that was for certain.

“No use lingering on it.” You muttered to yourself. It didn’t sound confident. Instead, it sounded almost defeated. Still, you took in stride and forced yourself out of bed. You didn’t have the time to think about all that and go through the heart ache. You took pause for a moment, your body recognizing the irony of the situation before your brain did.

You sounded just like your past self.

You let out a small chuckle, shaking your head. Some things never change, do they? You fought back the sinking feeling in your stomach and continued on with your morning routine. Like you said, it was best not to think about it, even despite what your gut told you.

By the time you walked outside your door, you heard the familiar sound of heels. You looked up to see the confident stride of Kitana. Her posture was even more pristine than usual. Yet there was something off. You glanced at her face, and for a moment you saw an undertone of guilt on her face even with her head held high. The moment her eyes locked with yours, that guilt was hidden away as if it were not there in the first place.

“Good morning.” The princess greeted, the professional looking smile placed on her lips. You felt your eyebrows furrow, and for a moment you considered asking what was wrong. Then, in the next you reconsidered. Not only were you barely acquaintances, she was royalty. Any words close to asking her of her troubles died on your tongue.

“Good morning.” You returned her greeting, wiping away your concern. Her eyes scanned your face, and for a moment, you wondered if she was going to question the look on your face. But instead she simply nodded and walked towards you, waiting patiently for you to join her side. “Today we are watching the match in the Hanging Gardens, correct?”

“Indeed.” She confirmed, glancing at you.

“Oh, your sister, Princess Mileena is fighting today.” You said aloud, eyes widening. A small smile spread on your face, wondering how it would be like to see the princess in action. You glanced over, and caught the sight of Kitana’s eyes widened a bit. Her smile turned a bit strained, much to your confusion. She hesitantly nodded.

“Yes she is.” She told you. Yet there was a tone to her voice that made your eyebrows raise. It was barely perceptible, the way her voice hesitated. But still, from your memories, you caught onto the subtleties within her voice. Maybe you were closer to her in your past life than you thought. Either way, it was not the same here so you could not ask. But there was definitely something off with how short her responses were.

“I’ll enjoy watching the fight, I cannot say I’ve ever seen royalty fight before. In Earthrealm, there isn’t much royalty left there, and if there is, not many, if at all, fight like Outworlders do.” You informed the princess. She nodded, seeming vaguely aware of that fact already. “Do you fight and spar often with others?”

“We spar and train often.” Kitana replied, her shoulders rolling back slight to make her perfect posture impossibly more pristine. “As for actually fighting, we only do so when necessary.” You supposed that made sense, after all, why would one need to fight unless necessary? Then again, she could always be lying to save face. After all, why would a princess disclose her empire in a state of distress?

Then again, Outworld wasn’t always subtle about its fighting habits before, maybe it was the same here. You remembered the state that the Outworld you once knew was in. It was…odd to think this world held the same name as the more bloodier version of it. Then again, from what you recalled, this world seemed more similar to Edenia.

What did happen to Edenia anyways in this world? You weren’t certain if that was taboo to ask. After all, in the past world, it had been conquered and merged. Would asking it be rude? You glanced over to the princess, noting her attitude. She seemed to be in her head about something, even if she was doing well at attempting to conceal it. You supposed it would be for the best to not ask right now.

Maybe you could ask Liu Kang about it.

“Do you and your sister spar often?” You asked, keeping up with your questions to show interest and civility. Kitana pursed her lips, pondering over your question for a bit. After a moment, she nodded.

“We do, occasionally.” The princess replied. There was another pause, considering her words carefully once more. You didn’t try and question it much. Perhaps she was simply erring on the side of caution. You were a friend of Raiden’s. Maybe she thought you were trying to get more information on her sister to give Raiden some last minute tips. “We tend to spar more with the Umgadi more than anything.”

”I was not aware that they sparred with you on top of protecting the royal palace.” You said, glancing over to an Umgadi guard that was further down the hall. Upon reflection, the Umgadi reminded you a bit of the Lin Kuei, but only in the vaguest sense. Still, it was nice to make a mental connection to something from home.

”The Umgadi are responsible for plenty of things.” Kitana replied. One of her hands gestured to the guard down the hall you had been previously looking at. “Guarding the palace, sparring with us, making sure everything runs smoothly and properly. Being an umgadi is a lot of pressure but it is an honorable job.”

Ah, now it definitely reminded you of the Lin Kuei.

”I respect them for that.” You nodded, sending the guard you passed by a grateful smile. She returned that small smile for a few moments before returning to a more stoic look. “Your Umgadi reminds me of a clan back in Earthrealm.” You told her. “I will say though, that clan is not composed entirely of women.”

”A shame.” The princess said, and for a moment, you could detect genuine pity in her tone. Her mouth opened, probably to ask a question, but then the both of you arrived outside in the hanging gardens. You spied a little farther off was all three of the thrones of the royal family. You rose your eyebrows, wondering if the princess would sit down before the fight, but you chose to not question it. It was probably put there out of respect. “It seems we are here.” Kitana said, her shoulders relaxing just a touch. Her eyes met yours before nodding. “Enjoy the match.”

And with that, she walked off,

“Glad to see you here early as usual.” You commented, walking up to Raiden, Kung Lao, and Liu Kang. You watched as the champion let out a embarassed chuckle, his cheeks flushing for a moment. You smiled at him, trying to reassure him after your little joke. “No need to look so clammy, I was simply joking.” You told him.

“I know.” Raiden said, avoiding eye contact with you for a few moments before he managed to wrangle his eyes to focus on you. Despite this, his face was still a little pink. On top of it all, a small sheepish smile was placed on his lips. You stared at it, admiring it for a moment. It was a nice sight. “I can hardly believe I’m going to fight a princess.”

”You mean you’re going to win against a princess.” Kung Lao spoke up, walking over to put himself right by your side. He flashed you a grin, crossing his arms as usual. He tilted his head to his friend. The confidence Kung Lao displayed was akin to someone who was going to partake in the fight rather than watch it. You watched as Raiden’s grin grew, seeming to absorb the positive feedback from both of you.

“Indeed, you are ready for this match.” Liu Kang reassured Raiden. The champion nodded. “Princess Mileena is very skilled, but we have provided you with the information necessary for the tide to be in your favor.” You nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with the god’s words. You couldn’t have put it any better yourself.

“You’ve taken down five others before today, Raiden.” You told him, displaying your hand out to show him with your fingers the amount. “All of them were skilled in their own right. Do not treat this match any differently simply because you are to spar with royalty. Just focus on yourself and your own techniques and you’ll be fine.”

”I will do my best.” Raiden told you all, looking around. You felt better seeing a more confident man in front of you. Not only for the sake of the world, but it was nice to just see the man understand that he was indeed strong in his own right. It was a far cry from the beginnings of your lessons. It was heartwarming really.

Time passed, and you all discussed tactics and techniques to keep Raiden focused on the match ahead. You were only interrupted when Johnny Cage strode in and let out a low whistle and commented how this would be the perfect place to shoot an action scene, or even a romantic walk at night.

”All I’m saying is that people would kill for this type of place to shoot at. It’s the perfect set.” The actor said. He held his hands out, creating a box to frame the area. “Just look at that bench, perfect place to hold an important scene. That’d be the money shot right there.” You held in a chuckle, seeing the very bench you and the princess had been sitting on for a few nights now.

“Good luck, I doubt you’d be able to ever let a film crew here.” Kenshi commented, his arms crossing. He shook his head, letting out a dismissive sigh at the mere idea of Johnny even attempting to negotiate with the Empress to let them film here. You had to agree, the idea was rather farfetched.

”Oh they will, once I turn on the Cage charm.” Johnny boasted, grinning wickedly as he continued to survey the area with a careful gaze as if he were planning out the scenes he would shoot here. Which he probably was, given how he was muttering under his breath. You supposed you could respect his ambition to keep on the consistent grind.

Then, a little after that, the Empress arrived.

It was odd seeing her flanks empty of the sisters. But even without her daughters, the confidence and nobility she exuded caught your attention. She strode through the crowd before sitting upon her throne. You watched carefully, your eyebrows knitting as you watched her walk in alone. Where was Kitana? You had see her earlier, so he absence didn’t quite make sense to you.

You tried to brush those thoughts away as Sindel settled down comfortably for a moment, scanning the area before landing her eyes on Raiden. You stood at attention by Liu Kang’s side, ushering the others to stand with the others.

“You continue to surprise, Raiden.” Sindel complimented, her posture as perfect as Kitana’s was earlier. “Among others, you have defeated Kotal, Motaro, and Sheeva. Only two fights remain.” There was the smallest of pauses before she continued. “Are you ready, Earthrealmer?” There was a gleam of confidence within her eyes that seemed to have been revived.

”I am, Your Majesty.” Raiden said, his confidence from before still not faltering despite the renewed vigor.

“Then next you will face my daughter…” You heard the familiar clacking of heels. Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned to look at the source of the noise. “Kitana.” Bewildered beyond measure, you watched as the princess you weren’t expecting walked in. Two folded up fans were gripped in her fists as a mask adorned her face.

Had you not been so perplexed, you would have caught on earlier how similar her walking in with such ferocity looked. But alas, you were too caught up in your thoughts. Why was Kitana going to fight? Was this a trick from Outworld to try and trip up Raiden? Thoughts like this pervaded your mind as the little clues you had brushed aside fell into place.

Mileena’s discomfort at the mention of a match, not to mention her whole general attitude last night along with Kitana’s strange dance around the mention of her sister fighting Raiden seemed to stick out like a sore thumb in your memories. You almost felt foolish for not seeing it earlier.

Had Sindel intended to intentionally swap out Kitana for Mileena to gain the upper hand? That would certainly explain why the elder sister was upset last night, but still, the mere idea of that felt…scandalous. You fixtated your eyes on the Empress as Liu Kang, who was a little more lost than you were, stepped up in between the would be fighters.

”Your Majesty, this is unprecedented.” Liu Kang spoke, his words slow. It was as if he were trying to find the right words to voice his confusion without trying to display distaste at the current events. “Raiden’s next opponent should be your heir.” He gestured to the throne beside Sindel where Mileena usually sat.

”Mileena is unavailable.” The Empress replied smoothly. She seemed unphased by the events and by Liu Kang’s reaction. You supposed that came with the experience of leading an empire for so many years. “She’s away on pressing imperial business.”

You felt your gut stir, as if to tell you that the Empress was lying. And honestly, you weren’t sure whether to believe your gut or not. You swallowed, trying to reason out the situation with what you knew. Maybe that was why the two had been acting so suspiciously? After all, it must be frustrating to be sent away so quickly before an important fight. And if it really was so urgent, it made sense that the heir would take care of it.

Still, your gut twisted and turned.

”But I have not prepared him to battle Kitana.” Liu Kang pushed back, pointing out the unfairness in the situation. You glanced at the masked princess who was holding Raiden’s gaze. From what you remembered, the two had very different fighting styles in your past life, which probably was true for this world. It made sense for Liu Kang to worry over it.

”He’s already demonstrated great skill.” Sindel replied, her voice and posture displaying jus how nonchalant she was over the whole thing. And yet, there was a quality to the way she spoke that caught your attention. It was like a challenge in her voice, like her scoffing and asking if Raiden was not as skilled as has shown if he couldn’t defeat a surprise. It was almost like an insult hidden behind a compliment. “Can he not improvise?”

”Do not worry, I can do this.” You heard the champion reassure the god who had been shaking his head. You were caught off guard, and soon found yourself smiling. The god nodded, accepting the courage Raiden displayed. It was good that even when Liu Kang showed doubt, Raiden was able to steel himself and push ahead.

”I will be no easier to fight than my sister, Earthrealmer.” Kitana boasted, walking back an appropriate distance. You watched as the fire god approached and stood by your side. You shot him a sympathetic glance. Traces of confusion still displayed on his face. You placed a hand on Liu Kang’s bicep and leaned over to whisper to him.

“He’ll be fine.” You told him, squeezing his bicep for a moment. Then, a moment later, you found yourself pinching the skin there. He may not be Kung Lao you once knew and understand the gesture, but it was something small you wanted to do. You watched as Liu Kang’s expression relaxed and he nodded, now trying to focus on the match.

“I suffer under no delusion, Your Highness.” Raiden replied, his voice devoid of any cockiness like the princess displayed. Instead, it was serious, taking her seriously just as he did for all of his other opponents. You admired the way he was able to lock in, mind focused entirely on the goal.

”I will win this fight.” Kitana said, making a promise. “For her, my Empress, and all of Outworld.” She took a step forward, before taking one step back into a fighting stance. There was a “sching!” as the blades of her fans brushed against each other, revealing the awe inspiring war fans she wielded.

Then, the match begun.

Kitana’s movements were elegant, it was like she was dancing more than she was dueling. It was almost like watching a hawk. Graceful, swift, but had deadly precision. The control she had over the fans she wielded along with the bits of magic she must surely have was beautiful to witness. Almost effortlessly, you watched as she would sometimes gain the upper hand and juggle your champion in the air, hit after hit with her fans and kicks.

For a moment, you were worried. Raiden seemed unable to adapt, being bewildered by the strange manner Kitana would throw out her fans, and not to mention the way she would use the air to her advantage much more than any of the others he had fought against. It was as if she thrived up there.

Still, even as he was battered and bruised, the man pushed through. He matched her movements, aiming to move as quickly as she was. He also threw in some of his own projectiles into the mix, deterring her from simply zoning him out from an advantageous position. Had you been an outsider watching this, you would have never guessed that Raiden was merely improvising these techniques against the surprise contender. It was honestly quite impressive.

After seeing the man turn the tide, you were not surprised to see him finally topple the princess. This feat had been much more earned, as both of them seemed exhausted after the fight. Between moments of heaving breaths, Raiden looked down at the princess before nodding and smiling respectfully to her.

“You fight well, princess.” He commended, a weary, but kind smile upon his lips. Pushing herself off the ground, Kitana looked up at her opponent. For a moment, there was a frustrated look as she took some deep breaths of her own. Despite her mask, she was still very expressive. You looked at the mask adorning her face, remembering how she used to wear it long ago,

“As do you, Earthrealmer.” Kitana replied, sharing the same respect Raiden had shown her. Her gaze scanned the man, assessing him one last time. “Surprisingly so.” She added on, a hint of reluctance and shock in her tone. It was as if despite being beat, she still could not understand how the Earthrealm champion had bested her.

“Excellent match.” Sindel praised, though there was a hint of strain within her voice. Both of the competitors turned their attention to the empress. You gaze focused in on her as well. Her displeasure at the outcome of the match as well hidden, but you could still see it. It was in the way her knuckles grew bone white despite supposedly being folded neatly within her lap. Her jaw was set as she smiled at the two.

While you weren’t certain still whether Sindel had intentionally swapped the princesses, you could see that she was not all too happy that Raiden had managed to improvise his way through the match. Your eyes darted back to the electric wielder. Had Mileena still been here to fight him, would he have fared as well as he did against Kitana?

“Tomorrow, young champion, you will face your final opponent.” She declared, looking up at the sky for a moment. “Then afterwards we shall hold a celebration. A festival, dedicated to whomever emerges victorious, whether it be Earthrealm or Outworld. We shall meet back out here for your final match.” The empress instructed, before swiftly walking off. You observed how the thrones were hauled back to the grand hall before a pinch on your bicep snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Finally today we get to hang out.” Kung Lao piped up, sending you a grin on the sly side. Your eyebrows rose. At first, you focused on the pinch. You caught yourself holding your breath, a wave of nostalgia and grief washing over you. You were perplexed on how he remembered the pinch, but then you remembered that he was probably mimicking the action you had done to him previously. “Oh don’t look so blue, it’s an honor hanging out with me.”

“When did we agree to hang out?” You asked, pushing away the thoughts of the old Kung Lao who your brain yearned for. Almost instantly, you regretted your words. His smile faltered, dropping. It was as if someone had kicked a puppy. Instantly, you put on a smile and placed a reassuring hand on his bicep, returning the pinch. “I was joking.” You quickly said. “I’d love to hang out with you.”

“Good.” Kung Lao replied, the glee returning to him. It was as if he hadn’t been affected by your question earlier at all. You weren’t sure if he had been acting or not, but you felt better seeing his smile. “I saw a lot of good food by the pier, I want to try them with you.” The former farmhand told you, beginning to lead the way to Sun Do.

“As long as we get to go around looking for one last gift.” You piped up, following him to the way to the city. Kung Lao looked back, a small look of surprise on his face.

“I thought you had been out yesterday with Kenshi to find the last gift?” Kung Lao asked. His eyes darted behind you, most likely gazing at where the others were before his eyes settled on you again. “By all means, I don’t mind. I know I have perfect taste.” He shot you a grin, making you chuckle and shake your head at his antics.

“I had been, and yes, I did find a gift. But I wanted to get something else too.” You informed the man with the razor hat. At this admission, his interest was piqued. He leaned over to you, his voice dropping to a whisper as if you were swapping a secret.

“Oh really now?” Kung Lao spoke, his voice dripping with excitement. A gleam was in his eye, and you spotted his dimples become more prominent as his smile grew. Your lips pursed as you observed them, you weren’t certain how to feel about even the little details like dimples being the same between the two worlds. “Well, if it’s a gift for me you can just tell me now, I don’t mind.”

“It’s not a gift for you, it’s a gift for Lord Liu Kang.” You told Kung Lao. You watched as his lips pursed into a pout. A disappointed look crossed his face, though this one was more playful than the last time. “Don’t worry, I already got your gift for you.” A look of surprise, as if he wasn’t actually expecting a gift, appeared on his face. You let out another laugh and picked up the pace, walking a bit faster as the man paused.

“Wait, really?” He asked, perking up as he made a light jog to catch up to you. You simply sent him a small smile, watching him think over your words. “What is it? When am I going to get it?” Kung Lao asked, his questions firing off like rapid fire.

“I already ruined the surprise by telling you that I got you one.” You said, pointing at Kung Lao as you walked side by side down the road. “I think I have the right to keep the rest of it as a surprise, no?” The man hummed, head tilting upwards as he contemplated his words. Then he looked back at you with a mischievous look.

“I guess you do, but that won’t stop me from wildly guessing what you did get me.” Kung Lao pointed out. You nodded, letting out another laugh. You supposed that would be fair enough. It wasn’t as if you could stop his curiosity anyways.

The rest of the walk was filled with light chatter. With Kung Lao, it always felt as if you could talk with him for hours on end. You tried not to linger on that fact that it felt like you were talking to an old friend. You had to stop that train of thought, after all, this man in front of you wasn’t…your Kung Lao. It was someone else, even if they were all too similar.

For a bit of the day, both you and Kung Lao roamed around the docks. The air was filled with the scent of street food. It made your mouth water as you took in a deep breath. Glancing over to your companion, you swore you even spotted the man drooling. You found yourselves hopping around the area, tasting and taking food as you pleased.

“This is amazing.” Kung Lao said, seeming to be lost in bliss as he indulged in the fried foods. You couldn’t help but agree. There was something special about this food, and it wasn’t just how cheap it was for the quality. As you let the taste melt onto your tongue, you couldn’t help but ponder over the seasonings within the dish. Did these type of seasonings exist back in Earthrealm? Or only here. “You think you could recreate this?”

“Maybe.” You said, still mulling over the unique taste it held. “They have different spices here, so it might be hard to recreate it one to one in terms of flavor.” You blinked in surprise as a bit of food was held in front of your face. Leaning back a bit, you shot a look of confusion towards Kung Lao as he brought the food closer to you.

“Try it!” He encouraged, a wide grin on his face. You looked between the man and the morsel of food, trying to work out what to do. Then, you leaned forward and ate the food from his fingers. You savored it, nodding as you closed your eyes and contemplated the flavors. A small hum left your lips. That was good. As you opened your eyes, confusingly enough, you were met with Kung Lao being…slightly flustered?

“Are you good?”

“Hm?” Kung Lao said, snapping out of his little daze. His cheeks were still dusted light with a bit of pink as he let out a laugh. “Yes! I’m fine.” He told you, though there was still that little tone to his voice that you couldn’t quite pin down. You rose your eyebrows, but shrugged. “Would you make me some of this food?”

“If I figure it out, sure.” You told him, finding it hard to say no to the hopeful look he sent you. You grinned at him, a slightly wicked look in your eye. “You know, you do still owe me for losing that bet.” You couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh at the pout he sent your way. “Did you think I would forget, Kung Lao?”

“Maybe.” He mumbled, looking away from you with a faux innocent look. You sent him a narrowed gaze, shaking your head. “I promise I’ll hold up to our agreement.” He said, putting a hand on his heart, an earnest grin on his face. You smiled and pinched his bicep.

“Good, because otherwise if you don’t, I’ll make sure to talk to the monks about making your training regiment harder. And that’s on top of what I plan on making you do.” You informed him, a sly smirk on your lips. “But if you remind me, I think I’ll consider lessening your punishment.”

The both of you toured the area for a bit longer until you passed a store selling fabrics. You took pause as you walked past it, at first dismissing it. Then, a familiar shade of red caught your eye. You wandered over, feeling compelled to inspect it. Picking it up gently, you marveled at the fabric.

It was nothing special, to be honest. It was just a very vibrant red headband. And yet, as you held it in your hands, you felt emotional over it. You slowly rubbed the quality material between your fingers, a small smile on your lips. You felt Kung Lao’s presence beside you, and nearly jumped upon remembering that he was here.

“You’re planning on giving Lord Liu Kang a headband?” Your companion inquired. He squinted at it, processing the piece of fabric you were holding.

“I know it’s a simple gift, but it just…speaks to me.” You explained, returning your gaze back down to the headband. It was nearly uncanny how close it looked to the red headband that your friend would always wear. Ever since you remembered the accessory, you’ve missed seeing the man in it. You’ve never brought it up though, since you it was a little odd. “What do you think? Is it a silly gift?”

“No.” Kung Lao said, and you were a little surprised at the certainty in his voice. You looked up and over to him. On his face was a determined look, as if nothing could convince him that this was a bad idea. You were comforted by the look. “I think it’s the perfect gift actually, good find.”

You stared at Kung Lao for a few more moments. Your heart squeezed at the idea that this Kung Lao agreed with the headband fitting just so well for Liu Kang. For a moment, you were tempted to ask him why he thought so. Was it just the idea that Liu Kang would look good in red? Or was it…something else? And yet, despite your longing, you restrained yourself. You didn’t want to seem so…silly.

“Yeah, I think I will get this.” You agreed. You walked up to the naknadan who was manning the shop. You were delighted to see you had some money left over. Maybe you could keep it, as a reminder of your travels here. You took the headband, and folded it neatly, tucking it away. You felt proud of yourself, feeling accomplished for finding all the gifts you wanted for your friends.

After a bit more wandering around the city with Kung Lao, you both eventually return back to the palace. You weren’t certain if you were going to go to dinner after a day full of tasting food, but you might for the sake of being with your friends.

Before you could walk up the stairs into the palace, you stopped. You grabbed Kung Lao’s hand, stopping him in his tracks as well. You noted his hand, and how it still was as soft as it was when you had felt it when you had shook his hand. The former farmhand turned around, sending you a curious look, though there was a bit of a blush on his face.

You weren’t certain why seeing that pink hue on his cheeks was so pleasing to you.

“I just wanted to thank you for accompanying me today.” You said, smiling at him. You felt your hand squeeze his, though you didn’t consciously think about squeezing his hand. “I had a lot of fun going around and trying food with you. Sorry it took so long for me to have some time to hang out with you. I hope today was worth it.”

“It was fun.” Kung Lao replied, a grin on his lips now. It was lopsided, as usual. You couldn’t help the little sigh that left your lips. “If you really want to make up for it, you could always forget about our little bet-” He noted the little glare you sent his way, and his smile grew. “Kidding! Kidding! But if you did want to make up for it, I would not be opposed to hanging out with you more often.”

“I would not be opposed to that idea either.” You replied. You stood there for a moment more, before you turned to go grab one of the ring boxes from your bag. You turned, inspecting the boxes more to see if you grabbed the right one before you held it out to the man. “Here, the gift for you, like I told you earlier.”

Kung Lao plucked the box out of your outstretched hand. Almost hesitantly, he let go of your hand so he could open the box with his other hand. You watched as surprise overcame his features as he inspected the ring with the pink gem was sitting in the center of the box. He glanced back and forth between you and the ring. A soft look was on his face as he placed it on.

“I like it.” He said, admiring the ring as it adjusted to fit perfectly upon his. “I see it matches yours too. Now we’re doubly matching.” Kung Lao pointed out, pointing between both the rings and the dragon motifs you both had. A smile that was a little smug appeared on his lips. “Why pink though? Not that I mind.”

“We’re all going to match soon, it was a ring set.” You explained. looking down to the little ring that you had on your hand. “And yes, the necklace you gave me…” You paused, grabbing the necklace to feel it, “it honestly did inspire me, so thank you. As for pink, well…” You trailed off, thinking back.

For a while now, you’ve associated Kung Lao with cherry blossoms. At first, it was because of how often you saw the petals fall near him at the Wu Shi. It was almost as if he was a magnet for them. But now, with you memories, it only seemed right. Much like many other things, it seemed to be a constant between your lives.

“I think it just fits. It’s the pink of cherry blossoms, which I think are very fitting for you, you always seem to be covered in those petals.” You answered, looking into Kung Lao’s eyes. Another softer look appeared on his face as he heard your explanation.

“I think it fits too.” Kung Lao admitted, glancing back down to the ring on his hand. A grin spread across his face before he grabbed your hand. “Now let’s go, I don’t want to miss dinner.” His tone was dripping with excitement, despite how much you both had eaten earlier. You nearly stumbled to keep up with his quick pace, but you let out a small laugh as you tightened your grip onto his hand to adjust yourself.

Never change, Kung Lao.

Tonight was an especially beautiful night in the garden.

The stars seemed to shine a little brighter. The skies seemed to be a little more vibrant, the bits of the purple sky swirling with the dark colors of the night sky. Not a cloud was in sight to block any bit of the view on display for tonight. It was like looking at a piece of art, just for you.

You sighed as you sat alone on the bench in the Hanging Gardens. You weren’t even certain why you were out here. Princess Mileena was out on imperial duties…supposedly. She probably wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. You supposed that you didn’t need her in order to appreciate the garden, but you also couldn’t deny it felt awfully lonely out here without someone to accompany you.

You weren’t sure how you caught the movement while looking up at the sky, but you spotted someone out of the corner of your eye. At first, you perked up. Maybe she was back early and sought your presence here. But as you turned, the figure you saw walking around the gardens was not the princess you were expecting. No, it was someone else.

In fact, it was someone you didn’t even recognize.

A man walked through the gardens. He held himself with grace, an air of elegance surrounded him. His hair, long and neatly tied, cascaded down and fell down his shoulders. A small smile appeared on his lips as he toured the area. You spotted a gleam of gold, and looking down, you saw a golden amulet with a large red gem in the center hanging off his belt.

As you inspect the stranger, your eyes locked with his. A look of faint surprise appeared on his face, before a smile replaced it. He strode over, and for a moment you felt awkward. You hoped you didn’t leave a bad first impression on this man.

“Hello there.” The man said, stopping a little bit away from you. One of his hands gestured to the spot next to you. “Are you waiting on someone?” He asked, his voice smooth just like honey was. You glanced at the spot, thinking of the princess for a moment, before shaking your head. Gracefully, he sat beside you. “I don’t think we’ve met, to whom do I have the pleasure?”

“We haven’t met.” You confirmed, nodding. You told him your name, eyes scanning the man up and down. No matter how much you inspected him, you could not glean anything from him. If anything, the slight buzzing in your head almost seemed to quell around him. Your lips pursed. Seems you’ve never met this man before in your previous life. “I’m just here for the tournament. I’m from Earthrealm, actually, I’m accompanying Lord Liu Kang and his companions.”

“Oh, the tournament. I had nearly forgotten about that.” The man said, his hands neatly folding in his lap. “I have been so awfully busy carrying out requests for the Empress, I have not had the time to observe. In fact, I’ve only come back tonight just to gather some materials before I go back to my laboratory. A shame, I would have loved to watch.”

“It has been rather exciting, our champion has nearly won all of the matches so far.” You said, trying not to outwardly brag to this stranger. You paused, thinking to the words he said. “You said you had a laboratory, are you a sorcerer, or a mage of some sort?” You asked, thinking back to how Rain had a laboratory of sorts within the Imperial Academy.

“I am.” The stranger replied. The smile on his lips grew slightly as he nodded. “I have the pleasure of being part of the royal court. As much of a privilege it is, it is labor intensive at times, I must admit.” He scanned you, looking up and down. “You sounded quite excited about that prospect, are you interested in magic?”

“I suppose I am.” You admitted. You lifted your hand, shifting it to display a webbed frog hand. “Though I’m from Earthrealm, I have some magic of my own. Back there, we don’t really have magic schools, it’s more commonly thought of as a myth there.” A small hum left the man’s lips as he nodded along. His hands locked in on your limb as it displayed the little feat of magic. If you weren’t mistaken, it almost seemed like he was quite impressed with the little display.

“Fascinating.” The stranger said, a tone in his voice you couldn’t quite place. Admiration, perhaps? That was the closest thing you could think of. “You can shapeshift, that’s your magic?” He asked, double checking your abilities with you. You blinked, nodding as you changed your hand once more, this time into a horse’s hoof. “Just animals, or are you capable of shifting into humanoids as well?”

“Just animals, I think. I’ve never really tried to transform into another humanoid, really.” You told him. You transformed your arm back, taking some time to mull over his question. You’ve never really…thought about humanoid transformation. Your magic was instinctual, so you’ve never really put much thought into it.

Was it possible? You’d have to explore that idea later.

“I think I’ve heard of you.” The man said. You blinked in surprise, furrowung your eyebrows as you looked at the man suspiciously. You doubted you have too much of a reputation to have random strangers hear of you before. “My colleague, Rain, has mentioned you before, I believe?” He said. You blinked, before you remembered.

Hadn’t Rain mentioned a sorcerer with talents like yours?

“Oh, Rain?” You said, repeating the name. The man nodded. “Ah, you must be the court sorcerer he mentioned!” You told him, a smile now across your features. You tried to think of his name, but found yourself coming up short. Ah, he had been interrupted before he said the name, didn’t he? You sent him an awkward smile. “Sorry, I don’t think he mentioned your name, what was it?”

“My name is Shang Tsung.” The sorcerer said, his smile growing more as he nodded. From the corner of your eye, you swore your saw the red gem in his amulet gleam for just a moment as he introduced himself. Must be the moonlight reflecting off. “It is an honor to meet you.”

“It is an honor to meet you too, Shang Tsung.” You said. The name rolled easily off your tongue. You folded your hands on your lap. “Would you do me a favor?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked at the man. His eyebrows rose, but the charismatic, polite look remained on his face as he nodded. “Could you tell me about magic? I love to hear about it.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

And that night, you think you made a new friend.

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Your fics about professor Damien were sooooo hot!! I'm def gonna need more of him. Can you imagine how hot it would be for him to come home and let off some steam on the reader bc he's had a hard day either teaching or at work at Smosh 🤭

Take Me Home

Pairing: professor!Damien x f!Reader

Summary: "His house was as you’d expected it to be—like his office, but bigger; dark wooden furniture and books stacked high. It was cozy, warm, and it smelled like him. You liked seeing him in his office, but you decided as soon as you crossed the threshold that this setting suited him much more. He seemed more relaxed, more at—well, more at home."

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) implied age gap (Damien is his actual current age, reader is 20-22), student/teacher relationship, mild dom/sub dynamics, p in v sex, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), biting, praise, dirty talk, spanking (blink and you'll miss it), Damien is a thigh man don't even try to deny it, uuuuh Dames bein' a big ol' softy. If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: I...I write porn. But even I surprise myself, sometimes. Sorry that this took so long!! Can be read as a follow up to Office Hours or as a stand alone!!

You were already in his office when he came in. He looked flustered, the round of his cheeks somewhat rosy, with his jacket over his arm, bag in hand, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

“Professor,” you walked around the front of his desk, waiting for him to close the door before you wrapped your arms around his neck, “how was class?”

Dr. Haas dropped his jacket and bag where he stood, quick to bring his arms around you and pull you flush against him. “I’m so tired.” He mumbled into the exposed skin of your neck, and you combed your fingers through his hair.

“Long day?”

“They get longer and longer the closer I get to my review.” He squeezed your sides gently and you smiled softly at nothing before he raised his head to kiss your cheek. “I haven’t been this stressed since I gave my dissertation.”

“Who would’ve thought a professor would be more burnt out than his students?” You teased, and it landed harshly against him. He cringed.

“Is it noticeable?”

“Hm?”

“Am I…am I losing my charm?” He kept his question lighthearted, but you could see the anxiety rise in his face.

“You always do it for me.”

“No—well, good, but—” he stuttered, amused, “but, I mean, do you think it shows in my teaching? That I’m a nervous wreck?”

“No,” you put some distance between your bodies, unwinding your arms from around him to undo his tie, “I think you continue to prove yourself day in and day out.”

He leaned into your touch, letting you slide his tie off of his neck before he grabbed at your wrists with both hands. “Not now.”

“Why not?” You felt a bit wounded, not used to rejection on his part—or on yours. You were insatiable for each other, had been since you first started this secret rendezvous. You tried to hide your disappointment, focusing on the feel of his thumb as it stroked over the back of your hand.

“Don’t gimme that look, c’mon,” he released your hands and placed his own on your waist, “I meant not here. Not not at all.” You straightened, meeting his gaze, and you could tell his words were as shocking to him as they were to you.

“Are you inviting me home, sir?” You purred, your confidence returning in large waves now as you found yourself fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

“Would you like to come home with me, baby?” His demeanor changed into the one you were more used to; no longer the downcast, stressed-out man who had walked into his office after a long day, but the clever, smooth talking one who had you begging and drooling over his desk not even two full days ago.

“If you’ll have me.”

~~~

His house was as you’d expected it to be—like his office, but bigger; dark wooden furniture and books stacked high. It was cozy, welcoming, and it smelled like him. You liked seeing him in his office, but you decided as soon as he opened the door that this setting suited him much more. He seemed more relaxed, more…well, more at home.

“I’m sorry it’s so messy.” He shrugged off his jacket while you took in the new surroundings.

“You should see my place,” you joked back, “less books, but much messier than this.” You smiled at each other, “You’ll see it sometime.”

“I hope to.” He reached into the front hall closet for a hanger to place his coat on before closing it and finding his place next to you in the living room. “Um—this isn’t…I hope this isn’t too much.”

It took you by surprise; not the anxious questioning of your boundaries, but the fact that he would think this was overwhelming to you somehow—and maybe it was, a little, but definitely not in any negative way. “It's not,�� you brushed your fingers over his cheek, “I like this.” You pushed his bangs out of his face, and he closed his eyes. “I like you, Professor.”

“I like you, too.” He breathed, and when he opened his eyes, you were already smiling at him. He returned the gesture, and his hands once again found your waist. “You could call me Damien, you know.”

“I’ll think about it.” You teased, then looked up at him, waiting for him to continue his train of thought.

“I guess I just—I don’t know, really. I feel bad that I’ve been so swamped, and then this fucking tenure thing…I don’t want you to think I’m losing interest, or anything.”

You took a step closer toward him, both hands holding the collar of his shirt. “You don’t have to be sorry,” you mumbled, your eyes now focused on how he nervously bit his bottom lip, “I’m sorry it’s making you so nervous.”

“You make me nervous,” he laughed, “too perfect for my own good. The review I can handle. You, on the other hand—” he picked you up in a fluid motion, holding you bridal style in the middle of the living room, “Smart girl, teasing me in class when you know I’ve got so much on my plate.”

You laughed, throwing your head back and giving him ample space to trail kisses over your neck. “Not my fault that you make it so easy, Professor. Maybe you should just stop calling on me.” You giggled at the way his stubble dragged across the ticklish spots on your neck.

“Nope,” he pulled himself up from the crook of your neck, looking down at you, “I like seeing you act so confident when you know exactly what’s coming once I get you alone.”

Your fingers traced his collar bone, “Is that why you wanted to take me home?” You dipped your hand under the unbuttoned portion of his shirt, enjoying the warmth he radiated. “Wanted to really give it to me?” You grinned up at him, and watched him try to suppress a groan.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that?” His voice was low and came out almost a whisper.

“I’d like to keep playing it, too,” you mused, flashing him a face of faux innocence, “Will you show me the bedroom, Professor?”

Dr. Haas let out an amused huff, before walking you towards the back of the house and into his bedroom. He dropped you on the black comforter of his bed, and you laughed, bouncing slightly on impact.

“It’s comfy,” You spread your arms out over your head and let yourself relish the feeling of the soft linens. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping on this every night,” the words came out before you could consider the implication, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“I wouldn’t mind you sleeping on it every night, either,” He smiled, leaning over you, and undoing the clasp of your pants. You squirmed, moving your hips up to allow him to peel the denim off your legs. He threw your jeans on a chair in the corner, kissing the inside of your thighs and sucking small purple bruises into the flesh. “Should’ve taken you home sooner,” he whispered, more to himself than to you.

You let out a contented yelp when he sunk his teeth into your upper thigh, so close to where you needed him most. “You like that?” He smiled, and did it again, drawing the same response for you, your hand tangling in his hair and tugging softly.

“Please, sir,” whines fell from your mouth despite the fact that he had yet to really, truly touch you the way you needed him to. You hoped your pleas would urge him to give you what you wanted.

“Mm,” He hummed, and you felt the vibrations through the mattress, “You’ve been disruptive, and I’ve been stressed,” another nip at your thigh made you tighten your grip on his hair, “Don’t you think it’s time I had my way, baby?”

You moaned, leaning your head back against the mattress and letting him continue his ministrations. You liked him like this; needy but domineering—it was the perfect balance. He worshipped you, took his time and made sure you got everything you wanted while keeping you in your place and ensuring you stayed obedient.

You loved it. And he knew that.

He spent what felt like hours kneading at your thighs, peppering kisses and sucking dark purple spots over them, giving you a soft smack when you tried to get him to focus his attention elsewhere. You finally felt his hands trail up your waist, his fingers hooking the waistband of your panties.

“Finally being patient for me,” he spoke, pulling down the fabric separating him from your heat and watching himself slide it down your legs. You felt cold air against your core, your slick clinging to your thighs, and you heard him let out a filthy sound at the mere sight of it. “See what it gets you?”

You mumbled a quiet affirmative before he dove into you, lapping at the mess he’d had you create and groaning into you at the taste; you arched your back, finally satisfied after waiting so long—like an itch finally being scratched, but oh, so much better. With one arm at his side supporting his weight, he brought a hand to your mouth, and you opened for him without hesitation, sucking gently on his fingers and coating them in your spit. He let you continue for a while before taking them out of your mouth and bringing them down to your clit, rubbing gentle circles on the swollen bud. You let out a high-pitched moan, hand coming down to grip at his wrist, and he removed his fingers from you.

You squirmed, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get him to return to you. “No, don't—more, please. Need more, sir.”

“Then keep your hands to yourself.” His voice was darker than you’d ever heard it before, and you realized then that this was his stress relief—and it filled you with pride, that the way he blew off steam was worshipping at the shrine of you, taking his time to watch you unravel and making you go completely stupid for him. You did as you were told, folding your arms over your stomach, and watching as he spit on your clit. He rubbed the moisture of his saliva into your skin, then began tracing his fingers around your entrance. You mewled, lifting your hips in the hopes that he would do what he was threatening to, and you found yourself well-pleased when you felt two of his thick fingers plunge into you. You moaned, unable to help the way you began to rock your hips against the digits.

“Eager,” he mocked you, pushing his fingers in deeper and brushing your most sensitive spot. You gasped and continued to push your hips against is hand, stopping only when you felt his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue flicking against it in rhythm with the fingers he had moving in and out of you.

“Oh, fuck, like that!” You disregarded his earlier rule and let your hands wander, one finding the peak of your hardened nipple and the other fisting his hair, urging him to continue, to let you see the finish line. He moaned against you, and the vibrations against your clit combined with the tips of his fingers pressing against your g-spot made you yell out. Your thighs clamped around his head, and he moaned into you again, bringing you rapidly to your climax.

He reached under your leg, pulling it the opposite direction from him to give him room to breathe. “That’s it,” he kept his fingers deep inside you, letting them continue, despite their stillness, to bump the spongey erogenous area with every one of your blissed-out tremors. “So pretty, all on display for me like this.” He pulled his fingers out, kissing your entrance sloppily and letting your slick coat the bottom half of his face.

“For you,” you managed to whisper, and he pulled himself up to your level on the mattress. His lips landed on yours; a slow, gentle kiss balanced out the absolute filth he had been whispering to you and the indelicate way he had handled you.

“That’s right.” He broke from you, leaving you nose to nose. “Feel good?”

“Mhm.” You smiled, puckering your lips to get him to kiss you again, and he did, happily.

“Too tired for more?”

“Never.” Your limbs felt simultaneously light and heavy, but you wouldn’t skip out on an opportunity to have all of him in a real bed rather than the wooden desk in his office. He rolled over with you in his arms, letting you lie on top of him. You sat up, straddling him, to take off your shirt, and he felt almost embarrassed for how he ogled you. Even after several weeks of having you like this, he couldn’t get used to how beautiful you were—especially now, in his bed, without having to care about who might hear on the other side of a thin office door.

You removed yourself from his lap, scooching down to rest between his legs, feeling that it was only fair that you return the favor of the bliss he had just offered you. You got as far as unbuttoning his pants before he interrupted.

“Don’t have to, baby.”

“Want to,” you responded, now undoing his zipper.

“But I w—Jesus Christ,” his attempt at chivalrous dissent was cut short when you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, his arm falling over his eyes when you took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue in quick circles.

You bobbed up and down, eager to show him how grateful you were for the pleasure he had just provided you—how grateful you were to be the one here with him. Your hand came to rest on his stomach; fingers ever so slightly curled against the fabric of the shirt he still wore, rising slowly with his breathing, proud when you pulled a whine from him as your other hand reached lower to squeeze gently at his balls and you were able to properly fit him down your throat, gagging only slightly at the pressure you felt because of it.

When you came up for air, hazy with lust and drooling, he reached out to cup your cheek. “Pretty girl,” he analyzed your features; your swollen lips, your teary eyes, the sweaty hair matted to your forehead. It was the perfect respite after the week he’d had. “Come.” He patted his thigh lazily, and you clambered to straddle him once again. You dragged yourself over his length, now messy with your spit mingling with the wet between your legs, and you let out a whimper when you felt the warmth of him so close to where you wanted it. You rocked your hips steadily over him, leaning forward with your hands on his chest, undoing another button, and Dr. Haas grinned at you.

“Good girl,” his hands moved to your waist, guiding you over him. “Think you can take it like this?” He was goading you, knowing that you wanted nothing more than to feel the stretch of him inside of you while you rode him; the feeling of being slightly in control countered by the fact that he remained clothed and got to admire your naked form fucking yourself on his cock.

“Please,” you stared down at him, and he raised an eyebrow, waiting. “Please, sir.” You smiled, a devious look of desire, and lifted your hips off of him just enough for you to reach down and take him in your hand. You guided yourself over him, letting the tip nudge your folds before you began to sink down. You let out a hiss in unison with him as you rolled your hips, encouraging him to push deeper, and when he bottomed out you stayed still for a moment, both looking at each other and breathing heavily.

His hands brushed over your sides, up and down; he would near your breasts enough to feel the swell of them against his thumb before his palms slid back down against your hips. The soothing motion motivated you to move slowly, hips swaying back and forth over him, and you moaned when you felt him finally palm at your chest; gentle squeezes of the soft flesh followed by harder pinches of your nipple, rolling the pearled bud between his thumb and forefinger while he watched you on top of him. You used one hand to keep your hair out of your face, the other falling over the back of his hand as he squeezed your breast.

You grew impatient with your own slow ministrations. Moving your knees up to cage his broad chest, you allowed yourself the space to bounce up and down more freely, and the improvement of the angle was apparent to both of you: you watched his head fall back, hooded eyes watching you take him, in and out, his mouth open, and he was the perfect audience for the soft moans leaving your throat. Your hands were still pressed firmly on his chest, and the more you moved, the stronger the burn in your legs. You felt him wrap an arm around you, a silent reassurance that you were ok to let him take over, and you let him pull you against him, his hips snapping up into you, replacing your movements.

“That’s it,” he growled against your temple, his body pushing your own up with every thrust, and you clung to him to ground yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. “So good, baby. Just need me to do it for you?”

You made a sound that was meant to be a flirty, snide retort, but it came out as more of a mangled cry of fulfillment when you felt his hands squeezing the curve of your ass, guiding you in time with his thrusts.

“I know,” he purred, watching you come undone for him. He sped up for a moment, before slowing to a torturously unhurried pace; he repeated this change several times, getting as much pleasure from it as he did from the way he could feel you go slack jawed on his chest, the drool that trailed from your mouth saturating the shoulder of his shirt in combination with his sweat. “Want you to cum again, baby.” He whispered, rolling his hips and pushing you down against him to ensure you took everything he gave you.

You let out a string of pitiful moans—yes, sir! Want to cum for you, sir! Please!—when he finally picked a consistent pace to fuck you; he was fast, now, and determined to watch you cum like this, riding him in the comfort of a bed instead of bending you over a desk or a chair. He wanted to see how pretty you looked when you were comfortable, uninhibited.

You pushed yourself up, wiping your spit from your cheek, completely lost in the way he was making you feel. You moved with him, hips bouncing against him as best you could manage while he pounded into you, and you could feel your eyes roll back at the intensity that was being so full of him. Your walls clenched around his cock, nearing your high, and he noticed, taking it as a sign to use you to the fullest extent—make you feel better than you ever had. His hand found its way between your bodies, careful not to disturb the rhythm of his thrusts, and began massaging your clit. You felt electric, like small jolts were passing through your body by way of him, and you couldn’t stop yourself from getting fucked like this if you tried.

The head of his cock pushed deeper, and, combined with the circles he drew on your clit, the feeling made you collapse onto him, cunt squeezing around him, body shaking with delight, and admiration for the man fucking you stupid. You screamed out, unafraid to make it known how much you enjoyed the way he had gotten you to cum now that you knew nobody else was around to question your cries of pleasure.

“Fu—ck! Yes, yesyesyes—Oh my god, Damien!” You came around him; and maybe it was because of the new position, or the new setting, or the fact that you genuinely had never found sex this enjoyable until he came along, but it felt earth-shatteringly wonderful. So good, so distracting, that you almost didn’t notice the sudden darkness of his eyes and the gravel in his voice.

“Say it again,” he breathed, low and urgent, “say my fucking name like that.” You heard him through your daze, and heeded his request, his name falling from your lips as if it was second nature. You were suddenly on your back, watching him push your legs into your chest while he pushed himself into you again and again, watching you bounce between him and the mattress. He was absolutely wild—all for you, for the way you acted, for the way you treated him, it was for you. And you delighted in the way he wrecked you, watching his hair fall into his eyes and his breathing become heavier.

“Cum in me.” You gripped his forearm while he continued to thrust into your sensitive cunt, feeling the way his muscles tensed when he tightened his grip on you. You watched him throw his head back at your words.

“Can’t—can’t fucking say that, baby, please—” He pleaded, unsure of whether or not you were genuine or just throwing caution to the wind in the throes of passion.

“Pill,” you managed to get out, his movements knocking the wind out of you, “Please, Damien.” His head fell forward, mouth open in focus before he bit his bottom lip and groaned, experiencing not only the delectation of his high, but the perfection of experiencing it while still inside your warmth, releasing any pent-up energy and stress along with his climax. He moaned out your name, along with various profanities, and calls of good girl and fucking perfect.

He stayed above you, panting, before slowly sliding out of you, and you whined at the sudden empty feeling. He fell onto the mattress, quickly moving to engulf you in his arms and scatter kisses across your face. You let out a tired hum, and then a small laugh when he repeatedly kissed your nose.

“So perfect,” he whispered, “So, so good. So perfect for me.” He whispered praises into the crown of your head, letting you melt into him while he ran his fingers up and down your back.

“If this is what happens when you get stressed,” you mumbled against him, and he maneuvered himself to look down at you, “maybe you should go up for tenure review more often.” You smiled lazily up at him, and he grinned.

“God, I hope not,” he ran a hand through his hair, “but I promise this isn’t a one-off. Keep talking back to me in class, you’ll see.” You hummed against him happily, tired and completely fucked out.

“I like the name Damien,” your fingers traced shapes on the bare skin of his chest peeking out between the undone buttons, “Suits you.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I like you.”

“I like you.” He echoed, and you looked up at him to find that his gaze was already on you. He leaned down to kiss you, a simple peck, but it felt so personal, despite its chaste nature, after what you’d just done.

There was a long, drawn out, comfortable silence, where you were able to just enjoy each other’s presence without having to rush to get dressed or get to class. Damien cleared his throat.

“So, um—” he sat up, “now that…do you—will you stay for dinner?” He beamed at you, “Please?” You laughed, pushing him down against the pillows, and he grabbed you to pull you down with him.

“Yeah,” you rested your forehead against his, “Yeah, I think I will.”

#damien haas #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas smut #damien haas x reader #damien haas x you #smosh #smosh fanfiction #smosh fic #smosh smut #smoshblr #smosh games #smosh squad #smosh pit

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sentientgolfball · 6 months

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Swisstomrora. Because twitter. You know. 👀

You know something in my brain said mean Aurora and that's what happened here I can't and won't explain myself

Have 2k words of Aurora being mean and using Phantom to wreck Swiss

MDNI

My requests are open !

Swiss’ first mistake was thinking he had any control over his situation. He thought he had the two new summons fighting and fawning over him. He thought he could drag it out, rile them up a bit before giving them a few lessons about their new vessels.

“This is really all you have to offer?” Aurora had rolled her eyes like he wasn’t buried deep inside her.

What Swiss hadn’t planned for was Phantom and Aurora reading him like an open book and deciding to turn the tables on him. Deciding to lean into his little game, but giving him nothing until he came begging to them. He hadn’t planned for knowing glances and twisted grins shared between the two.

“Come here Tommy, why don’t you show him?” Aurora had said with a huff after Swiss let out a devastated sob.

Swiss’ second mistake happened shortly after. He was made to sit and watch as Phantom fucked her the right way. How could he not make the mistake of touching himself when it was the first time all night he got to hear the pretty little noises that spilled from her lips. How could he not fuck up the one rule he was given when Phantom oh so eagerly did everything she said without a second thought.

And that’s how he got to his current position. On his knees, hands tied tightly behind his back with Aurora and Phantom standing in front of him. The way they were looking at him with a mix of amusement and hunger was enough to make him blow his load. Well it would’ve been if not for the ring Rora slipped onto him after she caught him. Phantom turns and looks at her.

“Can I play with him now Rory?”

“You can do whatever you want with him, not like he was doing anything for me.”

Swiss lets out a desperate whine when she turns on her heel towards the bed.

“Wait princess please fuck please I’ll—“

“You’ll what? Be good for me? What’s wrong, do you not want Phantom?”

Phantom looks at Swiss with narrowed eyes and a fang filled grin waiting for his answer. Swiss is just coherent enough to know it’s a trap. Everything they do together is a trap. He knows no matter what he says he’s going to dig himself a deeper hole. He opens and closes his mouth with every different response that runs through his head before he decides shutting up is his best option. Aurora smiles stalking over to him. She takes his face between her hands and gives him a quick kiss with a teasing tongue.

“Tell you what” she says only pulling away a few inches “if you can prove you can be good I won’t leave you like this all night.”

Swiss nods fast “Whatever you want princess just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

She glances at Phantom “Make him cum and maybe you’ll get a second chance. How’s that sound?”

Even he could hear how pathetic he sounded when all he could muster was a low whine in response. Aurora just giggled as she walked away leaving Swiss in Phantom’s claws.

“Aren't you gonna untie me princess?”

“Oh! No!” She flops onto her bed pulling out her phone.

Swiss’ ears droop as Phantom crouches into view.

“Come on, I thought you were supposed to be good at this. Do you really need your hands.” Aurora says exasperated looking up from the screen.

Swiss doesn’t get a chance to respond as Phantom sits on his lap taking him in one go. Swiss chokes on his words letting out a strangled moan. Phantom's head flops forward, mouthing at his shoulder and neck.

“You heard her, make me cum.” Phantom sits heavy on him, muscles jumping with the urge to not rock himself on Swiss’ cock. Aurora wanted Swiss to work for it and that’s exactly what Aurora would get. When he doesn’t immediately make a move Phantom clenches around him. Swiss snaps out of his stupor, tearing his gaze away from Aurora completely ignoring the scene on the floor. He growls low, setting his jaw as he makes an attempt to roll his hips up into Phantom.

He sets his hands on Swiss’ shoulders, claws digging in when he finally sets a pace that has Phantom stifling little whimpers and pants. They could try to break him all they want but he still has the talent. Phantom hates to admit it as he feels Swiss hitting that spot deep inside him with each upward jerk of his hips despite the awkward angle.

He wants to tease. He wants to praise. He wants to do or say anything but all Phantom could focus on was the swell of heat building in his lower back. If he was being honest with himself he was panicking just a bit. He didn’t want to disappoint Rora, not after the weeks of fucking each other to the fantasies of this moment. He tries to focus on the scratch of Swiss’ stubble, the creak of the floor, anything to drag this out. He chokes on air when he feels the tip of Swiss’ tail snake around to brush at his clit. He spares a glance up and oh was that a mistake. That cocky grin has returned to Swiss’ face and it makes Phantom light up with shame.

Too much. It’s too much oh fuck. He lets a ripple of quintessence loose from his body to stave off the mounting pressure.

“How is that fair?” Swiss huffs exhausted from the effort of fucking Phantom on his knees.

“Since when do you play fair?” He laughs and squeezes around him.

“If that’s how you want it then so be it.”

Swiss bucks his hips upward with as much force as he can muster causing Phantom to let out a whorish noise. When his tail slips back to circle his clit Swiss lets his own quintessence flare to life. It’s not much compared to a full fledged quint ghoul, but the added sensation makes Phantom’s head spin. He can feel everything Swiss is feeling. He can feel every thrust echoed back through their connection. He can feel himself clench hard around Swiss like it was his own damn dick. He can feel how wet he is. He can feel how tight he is.

Shit. He's too close. He can’t hold it back anymore. Not when he can feel Swiss’ own magic pushing against his with every swipe of his tail. Oh fuck. Too soon it’s too soon–

“Oh hey Lus!” Aurora's voice makes the two ghouls stop.

They both turn to look at her, phone up to her pointed ear. She makes eye contact with Swiss and smiles.

“What am I doing?” She winks at him “Nothing important. What’s up?”

Phantom bites into Swiss’ shoulder to stop himself when he feels his cock kick inside him.

“Oh I’d love to come over!”

Swiss rapidly shakes his head “Princess. Aurora. Please you said you’d give me another chance please—“

Phantom cuts him off by shoving his tongue down throat, holding him loosely around the neck.

“Hm? Oh sorry it’s nothing. Like I said I’d love to come over but not right now. Maybe in a few?”

She giggles standing up and walking over to where Swiss and Phantom are on the floor. She brings the phone to Swiss’ ear. His eyes go wide at whatever Cumulus says to him on the other end, but the way his hips twitch up against Phantom is enough for her to guess. She pulls the phone back when his eyes roll back in his head.

“Bye Lussy! Love you!” She ends the call and throws the phone into a nearby chair. She runs a hand through Phantom’s hair earning a high-pitched whine.

“You seriously still haven’t been able to make him cum? Are you even trying? Or are you just talk?”

She catches Phantom’s eye for a moment leaning down to give him a kiss. She runs her hands down his body cupping his pretty little tits. She squeezes, rolling his nipples between her fingers. He grinds down hard on Swiss, letting the heat build back up. Swiss throws his head forward latching onto Phantom’s neck, rocking his hips, moving the tip of his tail in time with his thrusts against his clit. Phantom threads one hand through Swiss’ hair pulling hard while the other reaches behind him to hold the back of Aurora’s head. She licks a stripe up his jaw to his ear giving it a little nip. She whispers something to him that he doesn’t process over the feeling of Swiss fucking him still sending ripples of his own quintessence through his body. It doesn’t take much for him to clench hard around Swiss’ dick, mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, calm his twitching legs before Aurora is helping him up and off Swiss. She leans him back into the nest of blankets and pillows on the floor next to them, cooing soft praises the whole time. Swiss shakes with anticipation when he feels her approach.

Nothing.

She walks right past him back towards her bed not even looking at him.

“Princess” He begs.

She stops and turns towards him with an eyebrow raised.

“What?”

“I did exactly what you said. Don’t I get a second chance please.”

She laughs at him, stalking back over.

“You didn’t do shit. I had to come finish the job for you since you were so incapable.”

He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until she bends and licks the tears off his cheek.

“What’s wrong? Truth too much for you to handle?” She sighs “Fine. But this is your last chance, Swissy.”

She extends her claws and cuts through his bindings in one swipe. His cock kicks against his thighs when he sees her lick blood off her claws before she slips the ring off him. He doesn’t have time to stretch out the stiffness in his arms before Aurora grabs his wrist, sucking on where her claws caught his skin.

“You got one shot, don’t blow it” Phantom calls from where he’s curled up watching the two.

Swiss doesn’t need anymore than that. He can’t take anymore. He’s painfully hard and desperate to prove himself, to finally get her attention. He crashes his lips into hers, crowding her back towards her bed. She doesn’t give any resistance, not that she could even if she wanted to, given how massive Swiss is compared to her. She lets him practically throw her onto the mattress, coming to rest between her legs.

He drags his fangs over her neck, down her chest stopping to suck his own marks over top of the ones left by Phantom. He wastes no time with prep. He needs to hear the same praise that was reserved for Phantom directed at him. He bites and sucks at her nipple as he lines the head of his cock up with her entrance. He grips her hips as he pushes into her with one long thrust.

Aurora breathes heavily through her nose, biting off the moan bubbling in her chest. He drops one of his hands to rub small circles into her clit as he starts a slow pace.

“That’s all you got” she huffs “Phantom fucked me better with a strap.”

Swiss whines low, quickly picking up speed filling the room with obscene wet sounds and skin slapping against skin. He grabs her leg, hooking it over his shoulder to bury himself deeper. She gasps with the suddenness of it gripping onto his arm tight. He grins and she sneers.

He presses a kiss to her neck and something burns within her. When she sees a purple hue has taken over Swiss’ eyes she knows exactly what he’s trying to do. She tries to push against him with her own quintessence but she barely has anything. All it does is fuel the amount he’s pulsing into her. She feels like every nerve is dialed up to ten. He’s only been in her for a few minutes and it already feels like too much.

Too much. Payback.

Swiss laughs, suddenly the previous tears and pleas forgotten “You still have to learn the rules of the game Princess.”

She doesn’t respond. She can’t respond. All she can focus on is how sensitive she suddenly is. Still, she has to get the last word.

“Where” she pants “where was this an hour ago…when I could barely feel a thing.”

He grunts and shoves his tongue past her lips. She moans and Swiss loses it. He gets three good thrusts in before he bows in on himself shooting hot and heavy into her letting out a string of curses.

Aurora flashes her fangs “Lus is going to be so mad at you.”

He pulls out of her, immediately replacing his cock with his tongue. Her claws tear through the sheets with the effort of not arching into him. He eagerly swipes his forked tongue through her, cleaning his spend out of her before dragging it up to her clit. Her hands shoot to his hair, pulling hard as he fucks her over the edge with his tongue. She wraps her hands around his horns, pulling him in closer when she feels that rubber band finally snap cumming hard against his face.

When he sits back his face is shiny with a mix of spit and slick. He swipes his tongue over his lips, cleaning himself off.

“I win” he presses a kiss to her thigh.

“As if” she chuffs.

“Sorry Rory but I think he did win this one” Phantom pads over with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders to jump into the bed with them.

“Hey you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“We’ll get him next time…” he mumbles, worming his way in between the two purring.

Swiss smiles running a hand through his hair scratching lightly between his horns. Aurora places a kiss on his forehead.

“Wanna go take a bath princess?” Swiss asks when he hears soft snores come from Phantom.

“In a minute” she reaches over and laces her hands with his, pulling it up to press kisses to his knuckles.

“I love you Swiss.”

“Love you too princess.”

Phantom whines and twitches in his sleep. They both laugh quietly.

“Love you too, bug.”

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #swisstomrora #the band ghost fic #i hope you like it <3 #mdni #golfball writes

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ghostplasmas · 4 months

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I need to ramble incoherently for a minute, Cause this game. This fucking game. I was but a tiny child (9-10) when it came out, and it has caused my brain to become a nuclear wasteland. I've been asked about how I write characters and how I keep them in character, and I 100% blame undertale for how I write and understand characters.

I've always loved the multiverse theory. I ALWAYS have, and Undertale combined with my brain in a way that made that obsession with universes and shit absolutely wreck how I view media and the world around me. The multiverse to me is no longer just "an alternate version of you", because you, as an individual, are not that important on a cosmic scale. In fact, you're the least unremarkable thing in existence. So why would the multiverse just be earth? Repeated over and over and over again? Why do the bounds of reality have to be the same every time?

Undertale ended up convincing me that the characters in every media I consume are, on some level, real- that- While I'm reading their story, they exist in a multiverse outside our own. Their stories are real, maybe not down to the exact wording, but they do in fact exist on a cosmic scale. Your actions might just be tied to a game or a book, but you're still seeing these characters that originally come from an alternate universe on your screen or in writing. They're real, even if in this reality, they aren't.

Every time I write, I'm not writing a character, I'm writing a person. Someone who has friends and family and morals. Someone who has gone through traumatic events, someone who has gone through highs and lows, a person. Even if a character I'm writing has a very standard one note trait, the character themself is not one note. I can't stop myself from giving them morals, from making them complex, because they aren't just a character to me, they're a real, genuine person.

Toby Fox is a master at making simple characters complex and interesting, of making each character stand out and act as a person, as well as creating games, worlds, that accept that they exist alongside our universe, inadvertently making it so that everything that happens in the real world is diagetic to the world of his games, and that has done irreversible damage to my psyche in a way that makes this entire post redundant because I can barely even get my point across without sounding like I'm tripping balls.

Toby Fox you fucking mad man. I hope that your woes are few and your bitches many.

#ghosts incoherent rambling #undertale #this is pure fucking sludge but im posting it anyways #do i sound crazy? yes.#do i 100% believe in what im saying? also yes.#deltarune

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asterrrific · 9 months

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Sunsets and Class Rings

-Mingyu x Reader

-fluff fluff fluff (and some angst?)

-warnings up for some profanity

Scenario: Y/N just "graduated" from her short term for the last academic year in the university when she went to her daily routine of going to the beach at sunset to read her book. Studying to become a teacher is hard, but for her love of literature, she applied for a short term to pick up a few electives.

Mingyu on the other hand, like y/n, is finally on his last year in the academy as a Maritime student. In a few days, he'll be boarding a ship to fulfill his duties as a cadet before graduation. He came home before leaving the ground and living on the ocean aboard a boat for a year, when he saw y/n again for the 10th time this week.

This time, he had to courage do what he should have done years ago.

Y/N's pov

It's been years since the last time I saw Mingyu. We were in our senior year then... a few weeks after graduation. We stayed at school during summer, finilazing our thesis as a class, then after that, we went our separate ways for College.

Mingyu and I aren't THAT close during senior year, but we were friendly. We knew each other since 6th grade, since we both joined radio broadcasting contests back then. I was a scriptwriter and reporter while he was a DJ.

Funny because I used to have a crush on him during those days too. Then when we met again during highschool as classmates, I thought I saw a spark between us... a "could have been something." But I guess it was just me.

Could you blame me though? He gave me chocolates and a blue teddy bear for Valentine's. OUT OF NOWHERE.

He even gave me a golden retriever pup for my 18th. "My noona was friends with your hyung back in highschool and they told me to give you one of Lana's pups for your birthday." he explained. But when I went to thank his sister, she said she and my older brother had nothing to do with it and it was all Mingyu's decision.

But WE never happened.

I mustered the courage to ask him about us... about what exactly did WE have... but he said we were just friends. I would be lying if I say it didn't hurt... it did. Because I hoped for something...

Though amidst that, I'm grateful that even if we didn't end up the way I wanted to, we still ended up being good friends. At least we still had each other in our lives.

It's been so long, but sometimes, I find myself relapsing everytime his dad and sister posts pictures of them. He wasn't loud on social media, but his family sure is. That's how I still felt connected to his life somehow even if we barely talk on the phone.

That's why I was shocked shitless when he tapped me on the shoulder, called me by my surname like he used to, and gave me a hug while I was reading by the beach a few minutes ago.

"What the- Gyu? Mingyu!" I exclaimed in realization as I tried to give him a fistbump like old times. He quickly grabbed my hand though, spinned me towards him, and draped an arm around me. Only after that, he whispered.

"Hey love, long time no see, but right now, I need you to stay calm, alright? I'm gonna be stirring you away from your reading spot. From here on out, just follow me and try to act natural."

Now I'm SCARED shitless.

But I just did what I'm told, though my conscience was screaming at me at the realization that this man just called me LOVE.

"I told you I could've just picked you up. You didn't have to take a taxi here, love." He said, obnoxiously loud, for whatever reason, I could only wonder.

"I didn't wanna bother you. You said you were busy with some stuff. Besides, I'm perfectly fine being here first." I smiled at him while the braincells in my skull wrecked havoc in my overthinking mind.

He grinned at me, his eyes and nose crinkling together as he nuzzled my hair. I flinched, though praying he wouldn't notice for whatever stage he's trying to play right now.

"Hmm. No you're not," he whispered while still awfully, physically close to me that my heart hammered on my chest. "There are a bunch of guys a few meters behind you and they're DEFINITELY interested."

I leaned away from him as I looked him in the eyes. I was about to turn to the direction he mentioned but he pulled me to the sand, pretending to help gather my chair and other stuff.

"Y/N, I'm a guy, and I know what guys look like when they're interested at someone. And those guys look like trouble. They're drunk." he explained as he finished gathering all my stuff in his arms, leaving me with just my book.

"Let's go?" he asked cheerily, shifting my load to one arm and offering me his other arm to hold on to.

I linked my arm with his and dared to look behind me. Sure enough, the guys behind me were throwing daggers at Mingyu's back. He whipped around and grinned slyly at them, pulling me even closer to him.

It's been 3 years since we graduated highschool. We're seniors in our own colleges now, and somehow, dead butterflies started to flutter inside my ribcage again as I let myself be pulled away by Kim Mingyu.

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Mingyu's pov

I was a nutless jerk for telling her we were just friends all those years ago, even if I know within my heart that I wanted to be more than that with her, even to this day.

My heart and mind has been restless ever since we all parted ways. But when I saw her at the beach today, like the past few days, it was like my whole being came back to life.

Her hair flowed with the wind, though it's shorter now than the last time I saw her. Her skin glowed golden as the setting sun kissed her.

Damn, I still like her lots.

Maybe that's why when I noticed the bunch of guys having drinks just a few meters behind her, my protective instinct kicked in.

I mustered all my courage and recalled all the extra self defense training I learned at the academy as I tried to confidently stroll towards her like I do it everyday.

I swear, she almost hit me with her damn book when I hugged her from behind. If she ever landed it on me, I wouldn't regret it.

She beamed in recognition when we locked eyes after that, and I soared up to cloud 9 when I heard her say the nickname she called me with.

"Gyu!" she screamed. Her voice harmonizing with the element that I'll soon be calling home.

I explained the situation to her and was currently looking for a new spot to take her to as a comfortable silence sat between us.

It's a relief that I decided to go out today before I get on the ship for my internship before graduation. If I didn't, I wouldn't have seen her again.

My senses triggered again when I recalled what the guys behind her looked like. Hungry dogs ready to pounce, just looking for a chance.

I remembered back in highschool when she was stuck with something similar. We were on a bus on the way home from school, when I noticed the guys behind her were taking pictures of her and whispering nasty shit about making a move.

When a passenger got down, I called her over to sit next to me. She was shaking so bad from the experience and fear that I let myself hold her. I even let myself pass my house so I could see her go home safe that day, then I waited for the next bus to go back the other way to go home.

That was the day I knew I was really inlove, but didn't want to admit it.

"Gyu, here looks nice." she suddenly says, pulling me from my thoughts. We reached a place on the beach where there's more people on either side, but at least this one's a safer crowd.

I helped her set up her picnic mat and chair, then stood awkwardly beside her after.

"Well sit down on the mat, you silly goose." She chuckeled. I gladly obliged.

"Thanks for saving my butt there." she started after a few moments of silence. Her book was back in her bag, and I realized she didn't want to read for a while anymore, but to talk.

I followed her gaze towards the open water. Hearing the waves made me feel calm and excited but now, also nervous.

Maybe I shouldn't have met y/n today. She could be the reason why I won't be able to board the ship in three days time.

"Nah, it's nothing. I gotchu always." I teased. She nudged me.

"It's been so long. How are you? Are you about to board soon?" She sighs as she curiously looked at me.

Of course, she'll ask that question.

"In three days. I came home last week to process a few documents and my passport. I'm going back to the city the day after tomorrow." I explain, letting my eyes wander towards the waves again.

My heart ached. It was like I'm anchored to her again but I couldn't bring myself to admit it out loud.

What if I tell her about my feelings now? Would it be too sudden? I don't want anything holding me back from my internship, especially if it's y/n... I wouldn't be able to handle it.

But would I be able to handle a confrontation if I confess out of the blue? After years of not seeing each other?

"Wow. Then, I'm glad you're still able to go out to distress." She smiled. Her smile warmed me more than the setting sun did, and still, I involuntarily shivered. I hope she didn't notice.

"Well... I've been coming here these past days every sunset..." I admitted.

"...and everyday, I lingered just a few steps behind you, afraid I'll scare you away." I wanted to admit.

It's true. I've been visiting the beach everyday since I got home. And I continued to ever since I saw her here with her book every sunset.

She chuckled and the sound tickled my heart like tiny bells.

"Dummy. You'll be seeing beautiful sunsets once you board that ship. Will you be doing domestic or international?"

"Sunsets on the ship won't matter as much because I won't be seeing you with it." I wondered to myself as I looked at her.

"International." I simply answered.

"Wow, look at you big shot. Bring me souvenirs?" She requested like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like we've been doing it forever.

Since meeting her again last week, though it was from afar, even if she didn't ask me today, I would've still sent her the postcards she loved to collect, and little trinkets and magnets for the desk she loved to decorate.

"Sure baby." I answered. Like it was the most normal thing for me to say.

She went silent after that, but there's no mistaking that angry blush on her cheeks so I grabbed that chance to tease her.

"Look at you, blushing like a cherry. Do you have a crush on me?" I bravely teased.

In my head, I wanted to punch myself. Even if it was years ago, she probably still held grudges when we confronted about what WE had...

She swatted at my hands as I tried to tickle her but I was no match for her.

Until her chair collapsed and she fell on top of me, wrestling me on the mat and rolling us into the sand.

Now I was no match for HER. I'm suddenly a gradeschool kid with a crush.

"Shit- I'm sorry. You okay?" I laughed as she did too. I was relieved when she found the situation funny.

Maybe I shouldn't have just brought the topic up.

"What if I tell you that I still like you though?" she suddenly said, still laughing.

The laughter died nervously on my throat.

"What...?"

She crawled on to my other side, away from my grasp, and she sat down on the sand, facing the waves.

"I'm afraid I never "unliked" you, Kim Mingyu." she admitted. Her voice suddenly blue.

I faced her then, even though her gaze wasn't on me.

"I-"

"Nah, it's fine. I'm glad we're still buddies after all this time though." she smiled, bravely facing me as she gave me a friendly punch to the shoulder.

I held her hand there.

"What if I tell you that I want to be more than just buddies?" I finally said.

I FINALLY said.

This time, it was her turn to be silent.

I pulled her hand toward me and gently caressed lazy circles at the back of her palm.

"Y/n, I don't have any valid excuse towards being a jerk all those years ago. But I liked you. I guess, I just didn't have it in me to say it out loud." I finally admitted.

"Please don't do this, Mingyu. Not when you're boarding soon." she said. Her voice scared.

"Oh, baby, no. I'm not saying this to play with you. I'm saying this to get it off my chest and so you'd have peace of mind." I tried.

"But Gyu, how would I have peace of mind now, knowing that it wasn't one sided? Knowing that after whatever this conversation right now is, you'll be boarding soon, and I wouldn't see you again for a year or two." she sputtered, tears threatening to fall from her hazel eyes.

God, I didn't want those tears to fall.

I wasn't able to answer her immediately and she had another question to challenge me.

"Mingyu, after all these years... do you happen to still like me then?" she bravely asked. Her voice almost a whisper among the sea breeze and crawling waves.

"Yes." I answered. How idiot of me to admit it just like that when she deserved something more grand.

Someone like her deserved something more than just an explanation and a lousy yes from a scaredy-cat like me.

She pulled her hand from me and angrily wiped the tears that finally fell from her eyes. I gently stopped her and dared to caress her cheek, chasing her tears myself.

"I'm sorry y/n..."

"Don't be." she said. It scared me because I didn't know how she meant it.

I held her like a fragile pearl. I didn't want to let her go.

"You don't have to be sorry, Gyu." she said after a few beats. Her hand finding its place on top of the one I have left cupping her cheek.

She felt my class ring on that hand. I never took it off after our ceremony.

"You don't have to be sorry. I won't force you into something you don't feel like doing."

"Oh please, y/n, don't say it like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're not someone worth taking risks for." I firmly told her.

Gently, I forced myself to remove my hand on her cheek.

I removed my class ring.

The supposed symbol of loyalty to my fellow cadets, the academy, and the seven seas that I'll soon be able to see.

I played with it on my hands, tossing it and catching it.

"Y/n... we don't have to rush it. Will you give me a chance to set things right? As they should have been, three years ago?"

She looked at the ring in my palm, then at the sea.

"What are you doing, Mingyu?" she seriously asked, a hint of nervousness tinted her voice.

"Taking a fucking risk for someone who deserves the world and a man who's not a nutless jerk." I teased though my voice was hopeful.

She locked gazes with me, and after a solid minute, she gave me a tiny nod.

I felt a fire start in my chest.

"Y/n?"

"Will you let me wait for you?" she finally asked.

"Damn it y/n, someone like you doesn't deserve to wait." I nervously laughed.

She chuckled. "Well, you big dummy, apparently, our situation will require us to wait."

"Well... will you wait for me then?" I asked her, my voice obviously hopeful but I couldn't care anymore.

"I hoped for this to happen all those years ago, Gyu. And deep down, I still think of what could have happened if what I hoped for came true."

I held her hands, the ring sandwiched between our palms.

"Will you let me make it happen?" I asked.

"So suddenly?" she laughed.

I know it was stupid and true, but I nodded.

She looked down at our hands and grabbed the ring, sliding it back to where it's supposed to belong on my hand.

"Go out and explore the world, cadet. And come back to me." she finally said.

I feel like I fucking won a cruise of a lifetime.

I grinned like an idiot and removed my class ring. Then, I hastily removed the seaglass necklace I had on.

I slipped the ring on to the necklace, then showed it to her.

She smiled as if she knew what I was about to do even before I was deciding to do it.

I knelt on the sand and went behind her to secure the necklace on to her neck. I couldn't help but kiss the top of her head when she finally let down her hair after I've locked the necklace.

I sat back on the sand, facing her, as she admired the blue seaglass and the silver class ring on her neck.

Again, tears started falling from her eyes.

"Oh come on, y/n!" I teased as I pulled her towards me. She let me hug her to my chest as I rubbed her back when she finally sobbed into my shirt.

"It's so unfair though. All of this happens but we won't be seeing each other again for a year." she cries.

"I know, love. I'm sorry." I whispered in her hair.

"Again with the sorry, Gyu." she managed to laugh amidst her sniffles.

"I'm sorry I was scared. I'm sorry I was late." I whispered still, shutting my eyes as tears started to form on the corners of my own as I remembered how I regretted not doing this sooner when we could have had more time.

She must have sensed it, because tear stained as she is, she leaned away and cupped my face on her slender hands, and bravely faced me with determination all over her face.

"Don't be sorry. I already swore I'd wait for you." She said firmly. I took the necklace on my hands and caressed my class ring dangling from it, thinking about the cost of buying another one to replace it since we're not supposed to really remove it, especially since we're boarding soon.

"I'll wait for you like you waited for the time that you decided you're not scared anymore." She teased and I laughed, stray tears leaving my eyes.

Gently she wiped them away, then brought her forehead on top of mine, her nose grazing the tip of my own.

"God, I waited to be this close to you." she whispered with her eyes closed.

I closed my eyes and dared to kiss her nose.

She giggled and I took it as a good thing. My heart soared.

"I'll send you postcards at every dock we hop on." I promised her and she continued to giggle. I kissed her forehead.

"And I'll send you seven rings from the seven seas until I could finally ask you to be my girlfriend." I swore. I kissed her cheek.

"And after that, I'll come back to you. And after that, I'll court the rest of your family. Then I'll let another few years pass on another fucking ship then I'll come back and marry you here." I swore boldly, kissing her other cheek.

She slapped my chest playfully.

"Now, now, sailor. Don't get ahead of yourself." she laughed.

"Someone once told me that if you say your wishes to the sea, the waves will carry it out for you until they happen." I softly told her, as I guided her back to my chest.

"I wonder who that someone is. They sound wise." she teased, knowing it was her who said it when we were in highschool and she bought me the same seaglass necklace I had on and gave her with my ring. She got it for me during our class trip to Jeju.

"Oh, I trust that someone. I trust that her words ring true." I boasted, resting my head on hers.

She then looked up at me and smiled, and I felt like swimming into the ocean and challenging our class ship to a fucking race.

I leaned in to kiss her forehead again as if I've been doing it for years, even if I was only able to find the guts to do it a few minutes ago.

I'm glad she's letting me.

I lingered there for a bit, then rested my cheek on top of her head. I faced the sea with her, the waves calling me out of my daydream as I realized that I have to leave her after tomorrow.

I closee my eyes and forced myself to bask into this moment and memorize every second of it so I can survive at sea with memories of her.

Slowly, I felt her shift, and dumbly, I looked at her as I realized that she's taken a brave step by kissing me on the jaw.

I stared even more dumbly at her when she giggled.

"A good luck charm for the cadet. Since I can't kiss you here yet." she teased, as she tapped my lips with her finger.

God, she's a tease.

"I'll have to tattoo that on my jaw then, sweetheart." I teased her back, as she had the audacity to guffaw at my face.

With courage I never knew I had in me, I gently placed my thumb on her lips.

Then I kissed her there.

"A promise for my return. Since I can't kiss you here yet." I teased her back, as I gently swiped my thumb over her soft lips, her face cherry red from shock of what I just did.

"HOW DARE YOU." she exclaimed, swatting at my chest. This time, I guffawed in front of HER face.

Eventually, she got tired of hitting me. Eventually, she melted back into my arms and into my chest. Her body fitting comfortably snug against mine.

And then, silence enveloped us again as we watched the last of the sun sink into the horizon, knowing that tomorrow is our last day in another long while, but at the same time, a new chapter for the both of us to look forward to.

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A/N

Hi hiii!

Been a while since the last time I made a one-shot🥹 I was inspired by my visit to the beach today, and I saw a lot of groups enjoying the sea. Then Mingyu went live tonight too, so I thought of making him the character here.

I know it's pretty long, but if you reached this point, then thanks for staying by to finish it😭🩷🙏🏻 I enjoyed writing this so much, I hope you enjoyed reading it too!

As usual, thanks for your support!🙌🏻

Also, if you want to and if you can, please reblog this so other readers can also see my works🥹🙏🏻🩵

Thanks again, and Happy 3000 days, SEVENTEEN!

Lablab~

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Hello! I loved your first fic, so glad to see so many new writers, including myself.

I really like minchan, so i thought you could maybe write about them. The plot could be something like Minho annoying Chan on purpose (or maybe because he wants to get wrecked) and then getting it.

Chan and Minho are commonly the lers, so it’s very cute to see them attacking eachother.

You can choose which one is the lee and the ler, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a lee!Chan and ler! Minho, but it’s up to you.

Thank you and have an amazing day🙂❤️

Omggg of course! I’ve had this idea in mind for a while! Since you’ve never seen a lee! Chan and ler! Minho, why don’t I do a switch? Thank you for your idea!

Requested by: @soap143

lee!minho and chan

ler!minho and chan

Tw: if you don’t like these fics feel fre to scroll! ☕️

~Troublesome Kitty~

Chan and lee know we’re sitting in their dorm because the rest of the boys went out for lunch. Both of them felt being extremely lazy today because why not. The 2 oldest were sitting at opposite ends of the bedroom, the dancer scrolling on his and the leader doing work on his laptop.

The younger eventually became bored. He sat up and glanced around the room choosing what he could do to satisfy his boredom. There wasn’t much to do since none of the other members were here. The wolf did not seem to be bored whatsoever because he was so focused on doing his work, god knows what he’s doing on that computer of his.

Minho was in that that mood to annoy someone; someone like his hyung. Only the leader can tolerate his annoyance, no one else. He leaped off his bed and waddled to the other side of the room to his hyung.

“Hyunggg, I’m boreddddd. There’s nothing to dooo” the cat groaned and he plonked next to him.

“Not my fault you decided to stay home and not go out. Now let me work.” He laughed and rolled his eyes as the cat started to zone out. “Goho and read a book or something! stop being anohohoying.” The vocalist immediately brought his attention to his hyung.

“What did you just call me?” Lee know replied as chan turned his head. “Did you just call me annoying?” he laughed and gave him the death stare.

Chan closed his laptop and put it in the draw beside him “Yeah I did! In fact, you annoy me more then the rest of the boys.” He started to become a bit nervous because he didn’t want to get into a messy situation with the younger.

“Right that’s it, you asked for it!” He leaped onto the wolf’s waist and started to go in for the kill. “This is what you get for calling me annoying.” minho jabbed his hands into his hyungs sides and he started to go hysterical.

“IHIHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORY, PLEHEHEHEASE.” the older shouted as the rabbit would not listen. “I SAHAHAHAID SORRY, NOHOHOW LEHET ME GOHO.” he stopped and gave the wolf a break. He was being a bit dramatic don’t you think? “Jehehezus! You nearly kihihlled me!” usually the wolf gets the rabbit, not the other way round. It was the olders turn now…

Chan helplessly pushed lee know off of him, sat on his legs and pinned his arms above his head. Minho became very nervous

“Wait- please, you don’t need toho dohohoho this! You know how sensitive I ahaham.” he nervously giggled as the older was gazing down at him. “I’m behehehging you!” chan didn’t listen and he started to massage the younger neck and collarbones.

“Your so cute when you laugh! Just do it for me!” The younger blushed and was trying his best to hide his smile so it wouldn’t satisfy the older.

“Stohohop, I’m nohot cute!” The rabbit tried to break free out of the leaders grip but he was too strong. he started to squirm as chan started to move his fingers on his right side.

“Does this tickle?” lee know was doing quite good for the fact he hadn’t laughed yet. Chan started to make his way to his underarm and that’s when he got a bit of a laugh out of him

“Mhmhmhmhmmhhm” he giggled and he could feel the tickliness overcoming his side. That was until he started to attack his left side and underarm… who knew one side was more ticklish than the other?

“NAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE.” The wolf was shocked and laughed along with him. “IHIHIHITS SOHO BAHAD!~” chan accidentally let go of his right arm and lee know drilled his fingers into his rib cage.

“HEHEHEY, NOT FAIHIHIHIR!” the older screamed and he still continued to tickle the sensitive cat. both of them stopped occasionally and were both left laughing to their hearts content.

“You bored now?” Chan laughed as lee know was still gasping for air. “I’m gonna admit, you are really cute when you laugh.” the bunny’s face started to turn red from the compliment.

“I mean…thank you?” chan looks at him confused and laughs

“Why are you sahaying thank you?”~

“What else am I supposed to say? Your half 50?” Minho giggled and the wolf gave him the death stare. The younger fell asleep with his head on his lap and the older smiled with his warm heart. “love you hyung, I wish we could do this more.” he sighed

“We can, and I’d love to.” Chan smiled and dozed off to sleep too.

#kpop #stray kids #skz #lee know #stray kids tickle #kpop fyp #kpop tickle #bang chan #cute #tickle comunity #skz tickle #Christmas

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.12 Mukami Ruki Animate Tokuten CD

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 12 無神ルキアニメイト各巻購入特典ドラ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 12 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai

Translator’s note: What better date spot for Ruki than a book cafe? This man really has an obsession with literature after all. I’m not much of a reader myself, but Ruki’s natural charms could probably win me over to start reading more lol. I do wish the CD elaborated more on the picture book which the MC gave him though. It was really cute how she sees him in such a different light than he sees himself and it got me intrigued about the actual plot of the story. Unfortunately, it got completely forgotten afterwards as the focus shifted to the book Ruki picked out for her instead.

The two of you are at a cafe.

*Thud*

“I was somewhat worried that there might not be any open seats given the small size of the cafe, but we got lucky.”

You note that it is a very nice cafe.

“Yes. It’s a lovely store, isn’t it? I have always wanted to take you here. The library section over there is part of the interior, allowing you to enjoy a good book while also having a cup of coffie or tea.”

You tell him these kind of stores are rising in popularity.

“Is that so? I had no idea these kind of book cafes were popular nowadays.”

A waiter approaches them.

*Thud*

“Ah, we’d like to order. For me...Hm. A decanter of mandheling coffee, please. What about you?”

You frown.

“Having a hard time deciding?”

You nod.

“Simply pick whatever you enjoy. ...However, I do not dislike how you are asking for my advice. Let me think. ...How about this red smoothie for you? I believe the berry base will make for a light drink. Besides, red is truly your color.”

You ask him what he means by that.

“Heh. No hidden meaning. If you have no issues with it, I’ll place our order. ...Okay. I would like one of these for her.”

The waiter leaves.

“Well then, why don’t we go pick out some books next?”

The two of you get up.

*Rustle*

“Hm? What’s the matter?”

You explain.

“Once again, you have come up with quite the strange suggestion. You want to pick out books for each other...In other words, you will choose a book which you want me to read?”

You nod.

“I do not mind, however, where is this suddenly coming from?”

You start blushing.

“Huh? Why get embarrassed about it now? Ahー I get it. To pick out a book for someone, you need to have a solid grasp of their interests and thoughts. One has to really think it through, trying to imagine what the other person would enjoy. I assume you want to enjoy seeing me go to such extends for you?”

You shake your head.

“I am not too far off, am I? You want me to pay mind to you, don’t you? Not a bad suggestion. In return, you should wreck your head picking out a book for me as well. I am sure you are aware what will happen...if you choose a book which is not to my liking?”

You flinch.

“Hah...Well, good luck looking for a book which fancies my tastes.”

*TIMESKIP*

You return.

“Heh. You sure took your sweet time. Our drinks have long arrived to the table.”

*Rustle*

“Oh? You went for a rather hefty-looking piece of literature. Is it a picture book?”

You nod and explain.

“I see. When you say it is a book you read as a child, it does pique my interest. However...I did not expect you to match me with a picture book.”

You start to panic.

“Don’t worry, I know. You went to the section with academic studies first, didn’t you? I saw you pick out one book after the other, dropping your shoulders in defeat. I assume you tried to go for something a little more sophisticated to fit my interests, but you failed to grasp the contents of them yourself, hence why you chose a different approach.”

You ask him if he was watching.

“Yes, I was watching? ...Is there a problem with that? ...Heh. Your face is bright red. It’s not like I’m not aware of your ignorance on the topic. Besides, I think it was a wise decision of you to go for something a little more in your comfort zone, rather than to force yourself to pick a difficult piece of literature.

...So, what is so fascinating about this picture book?”

*Flip*

“It is very colorful, that is for sure. So much so, I’d call it somewhat of a misfit for me.”

You frown.

“Eh...? ...! It fits me? I have a hard time seeing that. Personally, I would argue that black, white and other monotones fit me much better. I am that kind of man after all.”

You disagree.

“You think so? That’s unexpected. Do I really give off such a vibrant image to you? ...I wonder if I have begun to change from spending time with you? I shall gladly read this picture book.”

You nod.

“Why do you seem so happy? ...Once a strange girl, always a strange girl, I suppose. ...Oh, right. I have yet to give you your book. For you, I have picked out Plato’s ‘The Apology of Socrates’.”

You seem intimidated by the book.

“Your expression visibly changed. No need to be so nervous. It is actually much easier of a book than you might assume. I believe that by comparing the trial and the way the characters’ express their beliefs at court as described in the book with your own personal situation will make for an interesting interpretation of this Classic. ーー After all, you were thrown in the Vampire’s den, your life now in their hands. It might actually help teach you a thing or two.”

You get upset.

“I am only joking. Don’t take my words so seriously. I simply hope that this could serve as a leaway to introduce you to the world of philosophy. Go ahead and take a peek instead.”

*Flip*

“What do you think? ーー Although I suppose that is an unnecessary question. You are frowning. To think you would struggle from the second you turned the first page. ...Oh well, I suppose it cannot be helped.”

Ruki gets up.

“Allow me to take a seat next to you.”

*Thud*

“What’s making it so difficult for you? I’ll explain to you as you read.”

You seem flustered by the closeness.

“What’s the matter? The book is slipping from your hands. I’ll suppor your hands, so keep a tight grip, okay?”

*Rustle*

“...Hm? Is it just me, or is your face even redder than before? Don’t tell me...You’re not nervous simply because our hands are touching, are you?”

You explain.

Ahー I see. I’m sitting too close to you, correct? You do have a point. However, the book is too difficult for you to understand on your own, right? In which case, we will have to stay like this until we’ve gone through the entire thing.”

You ask for his help.

“Heh. ...Such a charming reaction. I’ll show some mercy and leave the teasing at this for today.”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Oh? You’ve only realized just now. Of course I did it on purpose. If I selected a difficult book, you would definitely seek out help from me. I could imagine your innocent reaction if I were to sit down next to you and read along from the same book...The end result was very much worth it.”

You pout.

“No need to sulk. This is just my way of showing that I was thinking of you when I picked the book. When thinking of you and the feelings you trigger within myself, I felt a strong desire to simply spend time by your side.”

*Rustle*

“I want to feel your touch, even by something as simple as holding your hands like this. To feel your warmth. ...I simply could not stop those feelings from welling up inside of me. I suppose I truly have changed quite a bit ever since meeting you.”

You look up at him.

“Hm? What’s the matter? If you want to say something, go ahead.”

You admit to feeling the same way.

“You feel the same way? How so?”

You explain.

“Heh. ...I see. In that case, let us stay like this for a bit. We can read a book just fine even while holding hands like this. Spending our afternoon drowning in a sea of words together does not sound half way.”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ruki mukami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd

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justporo · 5 months

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10 CHARACTERS!

rules: pick 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people!

aye, @tripleyeeet thank you for the tag - I'm sorry I take forever to do stuff like this mostly, I'm just a loser with these kinds of things, sorry...

Astarion - not to anyone's surprise, lol. But he has to go first - this character has me in a chokehold and goddamn he changed quite a few things in my life - for one, I started writing again and posting fanfics online and now I'm here!

2. Kaz Brekker - I prefer the book version though. He's such a great character, he's such a snarky genius and such a bastard - I love him. And Six of Crows was also my first read by Leigh Bardugo and now she's one of my favourite authors!

3. Big Boss/Venom Snake - For some still unkown reason I got really into MGS5 when it came out and am still a big fan of the MGS and Kojima to this day (although I haven't even played all the games, lol).

4. Ellie Miller - Last of Us Part 1 I could only watch as Lets Plays but I got into TLOU Part 2 myself and I love the story and Ellie especially although my heart still hurts - and probably always will.

5. Loki - I got into online fandoms because of that fucker. So in a way he paved the way for Astarion and my content today, adhwqfhef.

6. Hannibal Lecter - Gosh dang, he's such a perfect villain. One of my absolute faves. I could write you an 15 page essay on why I think Hannibal is a spectualar show over all - and also Mads Mikkelsen is amazing!

7. D.Va - Back when I was biiiig into Overwatch she was one of my absolute favourites. Girl in a big mecha wrecking ass - sign me up!

8. Jinx - I've loved her from when she was introduced to League. I love her design and how crazy she is and was especially happy she was such a big part in Arcane.

9. Geralt of Rivia - White-haired men just are my thing apparently... I love his grumpy ass and how his heart is ultimately in the right place despite him acting like he's an asshole.

10. Cristina Yang - I'm still not through with watching Grey's Anatomy but Cristina is and always will be my fave from the show!

I'm tagging: @megs-98 @tavdraws @tragedybunny @tatterings @micropoe10 @bearhugsandshrugs @azaani-art @the-littlest-raindrop @smaranshakthi @aurasyn (only if you wanna and also anyone else that wants to join!)

#astarion #geralt #jinx #hannibal #cristina yang #dva #loki #big boss #ellie miller #kaz brekker

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So because I've seen it compared to Worm, I started reading The Boys by Garth Ennis. It's bad! Like really bad! It feels like what would happen if you let an edgy anti-feminist atheist youtuber from 2015 write a comic book. I finished the first volume of the omnibus in large part because it was a train wreck I couldn't look away from, and am debating starting the second since I hate myself. The most interesting parts are actually the little forewords. Through them I learned both that it was supposed to be a comedy, and also a critique of the military industrial complex/police (or at least that people read it as one). This was surprising to me since it is neither funny nor incisive. Anyway, now I want to ramble incoherently about my problems with it because this goddamn comic broke my brain.

Okay, so one of the most common ways it shows you which characters you aren't supposed to like is by having them do comically "gross" sex stuff. Notable examples include cocaine fueled orgies, mentions of shitting during sex, bestiality, masturbating in public to the sight of disabled people, and a little person using sex toys. One that shows up repeatedly in this context is characters being bisexual or gay. Now, I don't wanna get controversial, but I think any claims that your work is a critique of capitalism, police, the military, or whatever are rendered moot when your villains are a group of secret hedonistic sex-freaks. Like we can't pretend that doesn't sound a lot like regressives and their obsession with "degeneracy". Sexual assaults, misogyny, and slurs also appear pretty often, mostly as the punch line for jokes. Victims are rendered down into objects and denied any sense of interiority so we can instead focus on what really matters (gore porn, and middle school 4chan posters' sense of humor). Never once does Ennis deign to explore the actual impact and trauma of these things, or ask why he views these things as material for jokes.

That incuriosity is I think the real problem with The Boys. There is no actual coherent thought about why things are bad. Superheroes hurt people and are wrong because of their personal moral failings as selfish perverts, not because their whole job is to violently enforce the will of the state. It's like if someone agreed that all cops are bastards, but only because all cops just so happened to be "bad apples". The main characters literally work for the fucking CIA, and yes, I know the titular Boys are at best meant to be anti-heroes a la the Punisher. My issue here isn't that they're hypocrites who are frequently also horrible. It's that this premise for is absolute nonsense if you think for half a second. Superheroes do not function without the legitimacy granted to them by the state and it's monopoly on violence, so why would the CIA need these 5 randos with zero oversight working to take out the supers? Is the force Homelander and the others can bring to bear so great that even the apparatus of that state can't deal with them? If so, why does this group of assholes change that? Normally I'd be willing to give the story a lot more of a pass when it comes to questions like this, except I'm being told that this story has things to say about systemic problems involving the government and corporations! So I have to ask, where? Where is the commentary? What does it actually have to say about the state of the world circa 2006-2012? The only answer I can come up with is "not a whole lot". It's a story which dares to ask the tough questions like "what if the world was made of pudding" and then ignore answering those questions so it can instead recite Ellis' favorite slurs in alphabetical order while showing you a woman's tits.

On a lighter note, it's also just not very good. The plot (as mentioned) falls apart under any amount of scrutiny, pacing is bizarre in a bad way, the characters aren't compelling, themes remains stubbornly unexplored, and Ellis is allergic to doing anything interesting or creative with the premise he's decided to base a whole comic around. I genuinely do not know what people enjoy(ed) about this comic.

#It's a thoroughly unpleasant experience on about every level #There was actually one moment I liked #and it was when the frenchman and the female (those are their names) are playing reverse strip poker #where they have to put on more and more layers of heavy clothing #that was a cute bit and made me do a neutral nose exhale #also people who compare it to Worm please show your work #because the math isn't mathing #is it just that they're darker superhero stories?#worm #worm wildbow #worm web serial #the boys #the boys comics #my meds are acting up so apologies for any incoherence #but also reading the boys just does that to your brain I think

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Brinky Playlist

I revealed a short sampling of the one I made for James x Meowth, so why not make one for my current mouse fixation.

🧲 = could be from Brain's point of view; 🧀 = could be from Pinky's point of view

Float on - Modest Mouse 🧲

Your Woman - White Town 🧀 (they're having a tiff)

Dancing on my Own - Originally by Robyn, but I had the Calum Scott and Tiesto Remix in mind 🧀 (imagining Brain and Julia in da club while Pinky pines away)

Railroad Boy - The Magnetic Fields 🧲

Open Your Heart - Madonna 🧀

C'est La Vie - B*Witched (the Todd Barriage pop punk cover would work well, too, I think) 🧀

Flaws - Bastille 🧲 (Pinky wears his flaws on his sleeve; Brain buries his deep beneath the ground)

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift 🧲 (might also work for Seto Kaiba, for any Yu-Gi-Oh fans out there)

Witch in the Ditch - Erasure 🧀

Someone You Loved - Lewis Capaldi 🧲 (they've separated for some reason and Brain does not like it at all)

Wrecking Ball - Miley Cyrus 🧀

Right Thru Me - Nicki Minaj 🧲 (Brain wonders how Pinky can never seem to ponder what he's pondering, but at other times can read him like a book)

Gonna Getcha Good - Shania Twain 🧀

Hard to Forget - Sam Hunt 🧲

Doctor Jones - Aqua (any metal cover would do, also) 🧀

Also I find myself thinking of Roman Holiday by Nicki Minaj whenever I remember Romy is short for Roman (Numeral I).

#pinky and the brain #brinky #playlist #my music taste #aux cord #hand it over

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Eurovision 2023: #12 & #11

12. ARMENIA Brunette - "Future lover" 14th place

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Decade ranking: 37/116 [Above Stefan, below Systur]

Very tempted to just post this meme as justification for putting Brunette here.

Like, what is Brunette if not A Neat Lady? ? She working on herself, deciding to be good, do good, look good #TeamPretty for her future lover whom she wants to kiss her face, read books with and drink smoothies with at neat cafés - it's no "Why don't you make me dizzy with all your kisses *sad synth*", but it's cute and relatable for a libretto strung together from Pinterest posts lol <3. A Presence That Was Liked (--Gretchen Jones) if ever there was.

What really pushed "Future lover" higher up my ranking though was the live, and specifically the middle section. "Future lover" is not an easy song to get into, but Brunette made it work, specifically by knocking the rap break-

AND the following dance break-

Right out of the park! Princess was eating and her song was the buffet.

And honestly that's enough for a 12th place on my list. You know me, whenever we reach a new zone, we rank the competent people first since they're the ones I have the least opinion on. Brunette is good, i submit the live in Liverpool as evidence, I 'm sure we agree on that? "Future lover" was never more than a fun filler entry for me and I don't mean that disparagingly - every contest needs their also-rans and if the entries that pad out the numbers are good themselves, the contest usually becomes more enjoyable as a whole. Brunette was part of a strong streak that ran from Alika to Pasha, and she earned her spot, by delivering a strong and inspired live that was solidly good with no drawbacks. It's not something I'm passionate about, but "Future Lover" was top shelf Fun Finale Filler, and I wish the entries near the top of the scoreboard I put below Armenia had demonstrated the same level of quality.

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11. ICELAND Diljá - "Power" 27th place

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Decade ranking: 34/116 [Above Lesley Roy, below TBA]

For the purposes of ranking ESC, I like to clump together entries I have similar feelings for to pretend the chaotic wreck that is this blog as a minimum of consistency. In this case I've completely given up lol <3 Diljá and Brunette couldn't be less alike if they tried. Where Brunette was competent, dignified and professional, Diljá gave negative fucks about how she came across and how it affected her point total. <3

That isn't to say, I didn't enjoy "Power" for what it was because I did, a lot. Basic catchy Electropop by weird indie girls is my safe zone, and where I can fully unwind, calm down and be myself (I suppose that's the introvert equivalent to zoning out to a girlbop? You couldn't pay me to move to a Loco Loco or Slomo in public, although I like both of them). You can defo be sure that I loved "Power" for all its shortcomings and man was it flawed.

As noted pre-show the biggest threat to Diljá was Diljá herself. Now don't get me wrong - I LOVE her. I love her annoying foghorn-like personality that blasted through her rehearsal tiktoks. I love how she, when asked what the best Eurovision song of all times was, served cunt by naming herself. I love how she gave zero shits about something as trivial as qualifying, and just went all out enjoying herself via the medium of her untreated neurodivergence. And of course, most of all, I love that she completely engineered her own demise in the semi, for no reason other than that she felt like it:

YOU HAVE NO PPPPOWER OVER MEEE ::is so overpowered by her own ADHD/autism she peppers her song with needless karatechops and backflips::

Like, I'm pretty sure there's a decent chance "Power" could have qualified in that second semifinal. The target after all was Alika, who was an obvious traditional jury carry. But Diljá threw all that away when she magikarped herself to death on that turntable. 😍

she could have chosen ANY aesthetic and she chose Lucie Jones in Arthur Fleck cosplay. 😍

She could have chosen any camera angles, and went for several ones where her back was turned to the audience.

In a sense, that was the most beautiful ending one could have imagined for Diljá's journey - a villain origin story turned flesh. Diljá would always be eliminated in the semis in any contest held acrpss the multiverses and it would always be through needless self-sabotage. 😍 AND SHE ALMOST QUALIFIED IN SPITE OF IT. REST IN P-P-P-POWER, my sweet anxiety princess.

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE TEN BEST ACTS OF ESC 2023

THE RANKING

#ESC 2023 #Eurovision 2023 #Liverpool 2023 #Iceland #Diljá #Power #Armenia #Brunette #Future Lover #BorisBubbles #Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #ESC

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Day Two - Nine of my favorite books and why.

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

The Secret History is definitely my favorite book I’ve read. The story is written so beautifully and in a way it speaks to me. “The snow in the mountains was melting, and bunny had been dead for several weeks before came to understand the gravity of our situation.” That opening sentence pulled me in almost immediately.

I first read this book this past winter, I had bought it two years prior and never got around to reading it, it was more so I had been in a reading slump for a while. A really bad snow storm had hit my area where I live and it was -70° fahrenheit with the wind chill and the entire county had lost power for seven hours. I didn’t want to waste the battery on my phone or laptop in case of an emergency. So I lit a candle that I could hold, I grabbed The Secret History and I sat in the small love seat in my living room with a blanket and I started reading it with candlelight.

This book maybe changed my life. My outlook on life is so different, and I can genuinely say that I have changed so much as a person after reading this book. I don’t mean to glamorize it because I know what Donna’s intentions were when writing this but, this book truly brought me out of my reading slump and the depression spell I was under.

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

I don’t believe I could even express words to describe why this is one of my favorite books. I fear it is because, I, Myself relate to Dorian in a way. I fear my youthful days are only passing me. I understand it is different for Dorian but as for myself, I hate the idea of death, of never achieving or fulfilling my desires or pleasures.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

This book has to be on this list because mary shelley is my love. I absolutely adore her. But with Frankenstein, I love the idea of a mad scientist. In a way though, I feel I relate to the monster in Frankenstein. Rage, Grief, Loneliness. That my life has no meaning than to serve a “master.” Taking revenge on others who have wronged me or simply accidentally hurting another. I think this book is a beautiful representation of love, revenge, life. And it’s warnings of advanced science, which I guess you could say is very relevant for today.

Dracula by Bram Stoker

I love the set up of the story in this book. The gothic theme of it all is so addicting. But other than that, i could care less for the theme of good vs evil because I love vampires and the whole myth behind them. Really I only enjoy this book because of the gothic vampire element of it all. Very comforting I guess I could say.

If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

If We Were Villains is another dark academia novel, similar to The Secret History. I don’t quite understand the debate over which book is better because they are both very different books except the dark academia element of it all. The students in this book are very normal, I’d say, very similar to how theatre kids were when I was in school. I think it is very beautiful, the symbolism of Shakespeare and all of their actions. Oliver saying he blames shakespeare for everything that happened. The story between Oliver and James. The ending wrecked me. All in all, I think IWWV is a beautiful story. There should be no debate whether this book or that book is better. Enjoy what you want.

The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky

I found myself enjoying this book because of how I relate to Ivan in the book. Ivan’s takes on religion, mortality and his philosophy, i found myself questioning myself those same concepts at times in my life. Like Ivan, we prefer logic and intellect over heart and emotion. Ivan traps himself in his logic because of his trauma from his father, he’s set in his way of thinking and in doing so, he keeps people at a distance, as he believes he does not deserve that kind of happiness. I relate to that in so many ways, never letting people get too close nor letting myself love. Keeping others at a distance and acting cold.

The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

The raven I believe is one of my favorites because of the symbolism of madness. Losing his loved one and being tortured by the raven, continously saying “nevermore”. How grief and sadness can overtake an individual in such a way that it consume them entirely.

Macbeth by Shakespeare

I like the idea of Macbeth for starters. The symbolism of how ambition can lead to something estranged and dangerous. Something wicked this way comes. Fair is foul, foul is fair. This play is especially interesting to me because of the history of the making of macbeth. How it’s rumoured to be cursed by witches after Shakespeare had been warned as to not use real incantation.

Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

This one may be controversial because of Damon Torrance. I sympathize with Damon’s trauma yet I do not defend his actions. I only found this book to be my favorite from the series because of the inner monologue of Damon. The pain and suffering he endured. I found myself relating to his pain and how I act out and become cold and distant just as Damon did. My trauma is not the same as Damon’s but it is very similar.

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Ah okay I have an idea for Jasper's mental health journey in Eventually.

I've got two meta reasons for why Jasper should be mostly-mentally-stable. The first is Hunter, obviously; the kid's going through it, and he needs this new parental figure in his life to be, like, okay. As delightful as Jasper's breakdown in MH has been, it would be super bad for everyone involved if his mental health was anywhere near that point in Eventually. The second reason is CAMILA, who just became a mother of 6 and absolutely does not deserve to also be shoehorned into playing therapist for a grown man. I love the idea of Camila and Jasper being friends, and Camila deserves to have a friend who, while definitely traumatized, is also mostly on top of his shit. Once he's no longer unconscious on her couch I think Jasper would be a huge help around the house and with the kids and he and Camila should be the responsible adults supporting EACH OTHER, so we don't want him to be a hidden wreck or a ticking time bomb.

So the first few years after his "death" Jasper reads parenting books as a coping mechanism. It helps him visualize where Hunter's at in his development. Every so often he thinks "he's probably taking his first steps right now" or "he should be speaking with a few words per sentence by now" and it's sad but it helps.

But eventually the baby books run out (is there really much of a market for them past, like, age 5?), and also Jasper is well aware of the fact that he left his child in an extremely bad situation. He knows what Belos is capable of, and while he has hope his kid PROBABLY won't ever see his own spinal cord, he's not stupid enough to think that being called "nephew" will actually protect Hunter from all of it. Child abuse is a thing, and it's a thing that's usually perpetrated by, y'know, family members.

There aren't any books entitled How To Unindoctrinate Your Estranged Child Soldier, but that doesn't stop him. He reads everything he can find on the subject and learns about allllll the things. Physical abuse, emotional abuse, gaslightning, manipulation, CSA. (He hopes to the Titan he won't need to know about that last one, but then he wonders if it'd be preferable to, like, being beaten to the edge of death and dragged back from the brink with healing magic multiple times, and then he just feels awful that he's even trying to decide what the "better" sort of abuse to endure would be.)

And pretty regularly he happens upon a paragraph that is, like, scarily relevant to his own lived experience and he needs to reevaluate some things. Maybe he tries to brush it off, but the more he interacts with Hunter, the less he's able to do that.

Book: Believing that love is transactional is, in fact, a sign of trauma, and not good or healthy.

Jasper: …haha, right, okay.

Hunter, at their next fight: I am LOYAL to Emperor Belos, I OWE him, and I HAVE to keep working hard so he'll LOVE me!

Jasper: Oh my Titan okay yeah this is really upsetting to hear and deal with, actually.

Sometimes after their fights Jasper has to just…go lay down and stare at the ceiling for a while before re-reading his self-help books and grumbling while he takes notes like ugh, FINE, they were RIGHT. He and Hunter end up working on their issues after their reunion because they see themselves reflected in each other and they HATE it.

Jasper: Look, I'M not important. YOU'RE the one who's important here and I WILL sacrifice myself for you.

Hunter: Dear Titan this is infuriating.

Luz: Now YOU know how it feels.

Hunter: Maybe it'd be better if I'd just died, that way I'd stop causing problems for everyone I love.

Jasper: *deep breath*

At some point in the Human Realm Hunter has a bad mental health day and locks himself in the basement, and Camila finds Jasper sitting at the kitchen table and she's like, you okay? And he's like, I've read a lot about this, but all my books and notes are back in the Demon Realm and I feel like I'm flying blind and have no idea what I'm doing. And she's like, actually that's pretty par for the course when it comes to being a parent. And he's like, oh really? That's kinda reassuring, thanks. I'll just wait and see if he wants to talk about it later.

omg.... eventually!jasper is like... he's so isolated, he doesnt have anyone he trusts and he doesnt have a single person he'd call a friend. he's fallen back on the same thing he did under belos in a way- there is one single driving motivation in his life and absolutely nothing else matters. whether it was serving the emperor or saving hunter, he HAS dedicated everything inside of him to one single person at a time. probably not great, but! he could be doing worse. also, MH jasper is having a lot of breakdowns, but its also been less than two years for him lmfao. for eventually!jasper its been sixteen!! hes had a lot of time to gather his shit together

im actually imagining the isolation is less like. immediately of a problem because hes fairly used to it. he only ever had one friend before and he didnt much trust him either, not with his secrets. so being alone is... well, just what hes used to. hes also probably like. deeply in hiding wherever he is. he doesnt have magic and his face is all fucked up and if word got back to belos about it, he would totally suspect if not outright know.

ive kind of got this mental image of- you know at the end of the time travel episode when belos goes into his little cave house and its. like. hes got normal house stuff in there. like he has shirts hanging to dry on the cave walls. sure theres like evil grimwalker stuff in there too but its the domestic items i find hysterical. so like. im imagining jasper has found himself a nice secluded cave to bunker down in but also hes had sixteen years to straight of domesticate that place. there are definitely couches in there. hes got a CB. hes probably got running water and hes stealing electricity from the neighbors. and cable. and then just books fucking everywhere. jesus christ. theyre everywhere. what else would he fucking do with his time; hunter isnt allowed out of the castle on weekdays. that is. so much time to just Do Nothing.

he probably does hang out with the CATTs on non hunter missions too, if only because some of them will fuck over belos which he actively wants, or has no impact on the hunter situation either way, but improving his relationship with the CATTs before he inevitably pisses them off again is always a good idea. also, its something to fucking do.

god yeah just. camila with this bizarre man in her house. hes not having breakdowns, he doesnt like not understand that other people have feelings, hes mostyl together, hes just fucking weird. he hasnt been around people for this long in basically his entire life. hes not wearing a mask and hes never spent so much time without a mask in his entire life. hunter is here???? hes spent 16 years trying to save hunter and uhhhh shit i did it. i am not entirely sure what to do now. turns out you can spend sixteen years planning out this reunion and then it all go out the window immediately. also hes been living in a cave and hes forgotten basic rules of being in a house sometimes. hes very POLITE and gracious to camila especially like, i imagine both him and hunter frequently thank her and offer To Do Anything She Needs and its like. so fucking funny to see them both just Like That.

omg hunter gets to actually meet hawk hunter. "haha yeah he saved my life. hes like three hundred years old and he cant talk. look at this gnarly scar hes got. he bites me a lot"

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