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Psst... *leans in close*

Give me sfw hcs about Rain in Mk1 w an f!reader who's like a whole foot shorter than him 👀👀👀👀

Make him all smug and mean abt it, too

Not forcing tho!

Ykw hell yeah. In my head he's 6"1, so you're gonna be 5'1 :)) I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK LONG, I'm not even gonna lie i procrastinated all of my works so i could play Unturned

Ruckooos' notes: muwah 💋 honestly a bit of irl lore, but I'm defying the Filipino genes by being 5"11 at 15. Like everyone in my family is like 5'0-5'6 where tf did the height come from 😭 also sorry this is kinda ass and shorter than my other ones!

Content: smug Rain, short reader, f!reader, kind of a mean Rain, bullying shenanigans

CW: kinda ooc idk this is what I think he'd do

PIPSQUEAK

Mk1 Rain x Short!f!reader

As we already know from ethnic fine shyt's storyline, he's egotistical as fuck. His whole betrayal stemmed from his belief that he was superior to whatever positions he was subjected to.

So when you came about, it absolutely made him feel like he was in his place: superior. Which is also why he's mean asf about it, because he's trying to strain out alllll the years of feeling insubordinate in the small fragments of time he has to bully be with you <3

Now, not to say that he thinks he's stronger than you... but to say that he thinks he's stronger than you, he will always hold it over your head.

Listen listen listen: He doesn't think he's superior, no, he believes you two are equal in terms of his mental ranking.

But it is so funny for him to just watch you have to get a step stool AND get on your tiptoes every time you try to reach for something he can just stretch his hand for.

(like let's be honest, this is his coping mechanism for being deprived of romance and control)

You swear to God that you put the cereal on the counter, why is it on top of the fridge???

It would make his day if you asked him to get things for you, which after all, is the subsidiary effect

Since this man believes he's regal and shit, he defo puts his arm/hand on your head like you're an armchair. Gets a good laugh out of him whenever you get mad.

Does he feel bad sometimes? Meh. He finds it just funny enough to not feel remorse. It is pretty funny to see a 5'1 earthrealmer to try and scold a 6 foot, 10,000 MAGE but wtv.

Much to your dismay, he started calling you "droplet" or "drizzle", or god forbid "puddle" which is honestly so disrespectful.

This fox is so sly with his remarks, that it's both heartwarming and annoying. "Yes, my droplet?" "What do you need, my puddle?"

Like awww pet names yada yada yada but in essence he's calling you TINY; PUNY; MINISCULE

Will never get over how small you are compared to him, like he will never get used to it.

He has to fully crane his neck down to talk to you, and bends down if you want to give him a kiss. He's going insane.

(This is inspired from one R6S fic i read, but I don't remember the user so if u know them pls) If ever he'd bend down to kiss you, when he's done, he'd fake a wince and stretch his neck, like it was such a contorting effort to bend down to your level.

Rude punk ass bitch.

Might also tease you with his abilities. For example, lifting you above the ground with water just for you to see him eye to eye. ORRR just carrying/nudging you with his water to move you out of the way like you were an object (lovingly).

"Excuse me, my droplet" Rain would say gently, while picking you up and setting you down just a few weeks away so he could move something 😭 he did NOT need to do all of that he just felt like doing it.

You're just left there scoffing and insulted while he smirks underneath his mask while walking away.

If you two got in an argument, then he'd put every. single. thing. you might need on a high shelf. He's a devious mage 😭 cuz he's moving everything AT LEAST a foot higher than it was before.

Your clothes cabinet? Suddenly it magically got taller and you can't reach the top shelf anymore! The pantry? You used to be able to open it no problem, but now it was closer to the ceiling than it was to your head.

If you thought to use a stepping stool, then your logic was futile, since Rain thought of that too. He made every surface that you could use as a ladder as short as a book. It got annoying as hell.

The whole point if these shenanigans was to force you to talk to him and face the fact that you're basically a mouse without his help.

If you're resist, then good for you! But no cereal, then :(

If you do give in and go up to him, apologizing and asking for him to get you something, he'd say something along the lines of: "I don't understand. I thought you were big enough to reach them!"

hahaha very funny... :|

Is he a good person? Prolly not. Do you love him? Yeah.

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Hello!! Could you do a gender neutral reader with a biting problem with the Black dragon boys? Or even any character you want to write for. I know it's weird but we need more weirdos who bite rep 👀

RAAHHHHHHH A FELLOW PERSON WITH BITING PROBLEMSSSS + BLACK DRAGON ASKSSSSSSS 👹👹 I'll keep it true to ur request and do the 3 men 👹 and dw worry about weird, I strive to cater to weird.

NOM NOM NOM

ERRON BLACK, KANO AND BOTH KABALS x gn!biting-reader

BIONIC AUSSIE CYCLOPS FINE SHYT

If you bite for stress reasons, I don't think he'd notice immediately

Yeah you tended to bite your finger, a pen, your thumb or whatever, but he didn't really pay much mind to it. You were functioning and not much was out of the blue, since it seemed so normal, but the more you two get closer and more personal, I feel he'd notice it more than a sore thumb (ba dum tss) (sorry)

It started small. Your finger. Ok, he's done it before and knows people who does it from time to time.

Then it moved to other objects. Strange, he started to think, but oh well, it didn't seem that big of an issue.

Then he started to notice that every single interaction between the two of you included you nibbling or biting on something! *gasp*

He's not gonna lie, he found it a bit bizarre at first. Why would you be putting things in your mouth, and biting on them? (YOU CANT TALK ABOUT HYGIENE, AUSSIE MAN, YOU PISS EVERYWHERE)

Kano'd confront you about it casually, maybe you two are walking together, or you're talking across from each other just hanging out. The moment he sees you bite on something that isn't food, he'd go: "Why do you do that, toots?" He'd gesture to your mouth, "I ain't judgin', but why you leavin' marks all over the place?"

You'd then have to explain to him that sometimes your mind gets too overwhelmed, and moving the pressure onto the jaw takes away the pressure in the head. He starts to get it then.

Would 100% buy you fidget toys just so that you don't train yourself to bite things to deal with stress. Fidget spinners, yoyos, puzzles, music and all the like that can combat or even distract you from your struggles, he's buying it without a second thought.

And, come on, look at this mannnnnnnnnnn. LOOK AT THIS BEAR. Kano would urge you to tell you why you're stressed in the first place. If it's grades (if you're in college), if it's incompetent workers or unfair shifts in your job, or if it's just the weight and speed of life caving in on you --Kano's your guy.

"Come onnnn, love... You know me, you know what I do, I can help you easily! Now what's got you all wrapped in a bunch, hm?"

If Kano saw you starting to bite more often, he'd swiftly go over to you and soothe you. "It's alright, love, it will allll be alright. Don't sweat it, let me help you..." He'd whisper into your ear, resting your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your arms, gently pushing away whatever it was you were biting.

BUT IF YOU BITE JUST SUBCONSCIOUSLY (like me fr 🙏) Then it's a whole other thing.

I'd love to imagine that he buys you silicone chew necklaces (i want one ughhhhhhhrfwdiawdiuashdi) in all colors and sizes and scents if you want variation.

I feel like it would be a bit harder for him to deal with/figure out because it doesn't stem from anything, you just do it.

If he sees you start to lift something to your mouth to bite on it, he'd swiftly go over to you, (lovingly) slap it away from your teeth and just put the necklace in your mouth.

"Ah ah ah! Nooooo don't bite your pen, use your necklace!"

If your biting tendencies translate to love bites, then it's a whole 180. He doesn't like it.

...

OR DOES HE- *gets shot*

So you wanna nom nom on a mass murderer and omnicidal sadist? Love that for you.

Let us first address the elephant, no, the WHALE in the room that is Kano's arms. It's free game right there

We ALL see it, you can't deny the guns on that man. Untapped territory goes wild.

Imagine you two are just hugging normally on the couch, arms intertwined with one another, taking in each other's scent, totally immersed in relaxation

AWWW SO CUTE AND ROMANTIC. anyways you open your eyes and put your head on his chest, but your eyes immediately flock to the absolute wall that is his bicep

THE TATTOOS ON THIS MAN. Like wisps. Like sirens, beckoning you into the sea. You adjust your head closer and he thinks not much of it, until he's met with a small but tight nibble.

"OY WHAT IN THE FUCK" He'd exclaim, jolting from yall's romance, (which he so rudely interrupted with his outburst 🙄). He looks at you and sees your teeth on his arm, just kinda lying down there and looking up at him like nothing was wrong.

"Hmph," he'd grunt, "Well excuse me but I'd appreciate it if you took my fuckin' arm out yer damn mouth"

You'd sigh in disappointment, going back to lie down against his chest, holding his hands, which he obliges to

big mistake

just a few seconds later your biting on the length of his fingers, not deeply, but just nibbling.

"Why are ye doing this? I don't get it. Don't bite me..." He'd snap, but not angrily, more of stunned and confused.

For the first few times you'd do it, he's convinced he doesn't like it. But a small kindle in him, like an intrusive thought, keeps questioning and interrogating.

"Are ye sure you don't like it? Aww you just don' wanna get flustered in front of them!"

He'd scoff these thoughts away, and you'd assume that it was a hard no on love bites. Until...

You notice that he's purposefully wearing things without sleeves whenever you're nearby. You also realize that he starts to angle his body in a way where his biceps are right in front of your face; and not to mention the fact that he stops wearing gloves whenever you're holding his hand. He'd put his hands on your cheek, or moving hair away from your face, his fingers veryyyyy conviniently grazing past your lips.

Hmmmm... food for thought.

One day, you'd eventually just shrug and take your chances.

You held his hand, brought up his finger and nibbled on it, making sure your teeth were tucked behind your lips. He didn't stop you, he didn't even pay attention to it.

The bones in his fingers were straight, not limp, almost as if he was offering his fingers for your biting pleasures.

Hmmmm...

mercenary country bumpkin hot guy

If you're stressed about something and you start to bring your thumb/pointer/middle finger/ring finger/pinky/hand/boot up to your mouth to bite, this man IMMEDIATELY sees it

Come on. He canonically shoots buzzards without looking AND is an assasin, this dude's eyes and intellect are unmatched.

This man's keen vision has already figured out that you're stressed, what you're stressed about, how the stress manifests, and can tell WHEN you're stressed (before you even say or do anything)

"Hold it right there, mister/missy/sugar." He'd interrupt before anything can enter your mouth, "take that ___ away from your goddamn mouth"

It can sound like he's mad, but he's really not :3 He either sounds horny or ptfo with everything with no in between, so don't feel even more stressed that he's mad with you.

He just doesn't want you to form that addiction/foster that problem. aww so sweet (i wanna bite him)

Since he now knows that you get stressed and they can have detrimental(?) effects on the physical, he knows to balance out his resting bitch face and show you he cares.

For example, his boyfriend senses goes off roughly 10 minutes before your next bite, and thus goes over to you, no matter how far away you are from him, and give you a candy before you can even lift your hand

How in the jawbreaking fuck does he do it? You have no clue. He must've gotten some imaginary hold on invisible CCTVs from the future to be able to figure out your mannerisms with SUCH ACCURACY.

I can just imagine you just sitting down on the bench, drained from rushing impulsive thoughts of your struggles, just on the verge of a breakdown. You bring up your hand to bite on your thumb, when out of nowhere a gloved hand gives you an already unwrapped lollipop (I say already unwrapped cuz ngl those chupa chups be hard asf to open).

You look up at your man to just see him towering over you, guns on his back, and giving you a strawberry caramel flavored lollipop.

"How did yo-" "I'm your man, I always know."

Once he sees you put it in your mouth, then he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and cheek, then turns to leave.

You have to respect the grind and punctuality of murderous Mr. Cotton Eye Joe over here; he's got you covered beyond realms.

But if you're neurodivergent or you're just hyperactive, then this man is on DOUBLE watch.

Before he leaves you alone, he's arming you with lollipops, gum, chips, and a (loving) death glare to not bite. Ofc he also gives you water and an apple cuz he values ur health <3

Tbh he's only giving you "junk" because he doesn't know any other finger foods that aren't, until he stumbles upon that one dark fact tiktoks (we all know those infest his fyp) that says the teeth can easily bite through your finger like it can a carrot.

computing... computing... computing... COMPUTED

You kiss each other the next day, and he hands something to you, a tupperware.

Huh, that's strange. you think to yourself. Candy doesn't come in tupperware!

Well isn't that a nobel peace prize in the distance, dumbass (lovingly <3) IT ISNT CANDY

You open that motherfucker up to see... I kid you not... Sliced carrots, sauteed with soy sauce.

*collapses on the floor* (this is just self indulgence for my asian ass)

Just as a cherry on top, they're all sliced to be approximately the same size as the finger you bite the most. so...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Why does he take it so seriously?

If you ask him that, he would honestly be insulted, offended and disrespected, he'd look mad (take a wild guess. He isn't).

I mean I CAN'T BLAME HIM. Let's take a look at you: talented, gorgeous, etheral, kind, loving, the lohl, perfect. You biting on yourself or something harms your teeth structure in jaw, which if we were to translate to Erron Blackese: You're harming yourself.

That just won't do because thou shalt not desecrate the thing he adores the most in the world, so boom that's why he gaf.

Now now now, dear people, if this were to be in love bites. This man will volunteer.

Since this man is a trad simp, that means he is willing to do whatever so that you don't hurt yourself (or what he thinks that is in his translations 😒...)

So if you were to just be cuddling and loving on the couch, cozy as shit and just snuggling like birds. He'd just be lying down, half asleep and half trying to enjoy the time he has with you, when all of a sudden... *nom nom nom*

Since this mf deals with guns and whatnot, i'm gonna take an educated guess and say that it's kinda numb on his arms (yknow from all the shakin). And along with the fact you were hiding your teeth behind your lips, I don't think he'd notice it that much.

In his head, he was way stronger and much more capable to deal with the "effects" of bites than you were (wowwwww ok ic how it is ERRON), he just shrugged and let you do it.

"Yeah, sure, fine, whatever. As long as it ain't on you, bite as much as you want, I don't give a rat's ass..."

Like Kano, you'd find him offering you his hands more to nibble on. He finds it ticklish.

I LOVE THIS MAN YOOOOOOO

SPEEDY MCGEE

AHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHH

SPEEDY MCGEE MY MANNNN MY HOMIEEEEE

Since he's *ahem ahem* more youthful, than the two other idiots (lovingly), he'd go about this much more understandingly.

The first time he sees you bite something, he just thinks you're bored. He sees it as your beige flag and doesn't think that much of it. But he does take a mental note of it.

Once he starts to notice you biting objects way more often than you should, he starts to get weirded out. Not weirded out at you, but like there was an enigmatic undertone that he could not put his finger on.

I'd think he's a bit awkward I the first few times of realization to ask you about it (bbg 🙏🙏🙏), but he is actually worried about why you do it.

100% went on Google about reasons why you might bite things, and ends up discovering Pica disorder. Needless to say, he got frantic about it, and the next day you don't find any paper clips, coins, loose metal or any small, sharp things

If you just so happened to need one of these things, when you go up to him and ask if he has any, he would probably be running whole MARATHONS internally, thinking you were gonna eat them.

When you two are just hanging out like the lovers you two are (love that), he lets his guard down.

Big. Mistake. Speedster.

Lets say you two were having coffee in your shared home (or his apartment if u don't live together). You both are sitting next to each other on the coffee table, holding hands and shit.

You lay your head on his shoulder, just being all comfy and stuff, holding your hand close to your chest to feel warmth. Your mind kinda drifts away like a log in a current, and you start randomly daydreaming of things that could go wrong (same)

You start thinking about your job, your future, your Hobbies, your home, or your life, getting wrapped up in your paranoia that you partly lose consciousness of your jaw

"Uhm... excuse me, do you...mind?" You hear the voice of Fast Fine Shyt™️ snap you back to reality. You look down and see that you were just biting on the tip of his two fingers, his hand held down by both of yours. You look up at him to see a horrified look, drizzled with fear on the poor man's face.

My mans thought you were a Tarkatan anomaly, and he didn't know whether or not to square up or freeze and hope you don't take chomp. He chose the latter.

I can't blame him. The way you were holding his hand like a snack handle genuinely looked like you were gonna bite his hands off. You weren't a sloppy biter though, it was more of weird than dirty.

"Oh my god oh my god I'm I'm sorry!!" You blurt out apologies rubbing his hand and setting it down. He chuckles, not responding, but the way his laugh trails off makes you think he was just relieved you didn't bite off his hand.

After that day, he monitored you 24/7. He'd spy on you from a corner, scrutinizing your every move, trying to guess what you'd do next. When you're holding big things like plates, books, your phone etc., he doesn't do anything.

But the moment he sees you hold something smaller and thinner, he speeds over, yanking it from your hand.

Doesn't fucking matter what it is 💀 you could be stirring your drink with a teaspoon and he'd run over, grabbing the teaspoon from you and stirring it, handing your drink back to you with peering eyes, confiscating the spoon.

You could be WRITING SOMETHING DOWN in a notepad and he'd rush over, grabbing the pen.

"This is a bit too much, don't you think?"

"Shut up. Here, tell me what you were gonna write, I'll do it for you."

Ironically, you're more weirded out about the situation than he is.

Since you're a legend who stands up for themselves, you decide to inquire about why he's acting weird one day.

The moment you ask why he's acting strange, he'd freeze for what feels like an hour, before exploding with worry about you eating screws and getting hurt. Not to mention how he's concerned you're gonna become a cannibal (you don't know it, but the coffee table incident wasn't the only time you were biting him)

You just kinda look at him funny🧍‍♂️

And then it clicks.

"Ohhhhhhh the biting!". "YES THE BITING". "Oh! I just do it when I get stressed.". "..."

KABAL YOU DOOFUS JUST ASKKKKKK

Anyways, he's way more relaxed than before, but still 100% cuz WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE THIS STRESSED ALL THE TIME?!?!?!?

If you're stressed about something, oh prepare to have this therapist swooping right by your side.

If you're paralyzed with swarming thoughts, brain flicked off, the only thing moving is your hand for you to bite on, this man notices.

"Heyy... heyy..." he'd say, gently, "Are you okay, darling? What's wrong?"

This man is sensitive and emotional, he ain't afraid to get down on his knees to show you he cares. If you're like me and you feel like your stress is too much to be other people's problems, he'd laugh in your face (lovingly)

"Darling..." He'd smile at you, holding you close, "I kill people. Nothing you can say will faze or even be an inconvenience in the slightest to me! And if it is... well, I'd be damned rather than let my baby go through that alone."

(SORRY BUT THE THOUGHT OF HIM SAYING "Darling, I kill people :)" IS FMUUUUU)

Is prepared to hold you close and not let go until you tell him what's wrong. If you tell him you're fine and you truly don't need to talk, he'd allow you to go on with your day, but he'd make it clear as Norwegian water that you can always go to him no matter what.

But if you do talk to him and open up about it, his playful jocose attitude will wither away; only kind and understanding Kabal is left.

No matter how miniscule or serious; no matter how short or complicated, he will listen, not once showing signs of losing interest or focus. Bro is locked in for his love

Once you're done, he'd continue to dissect your problem with you until both you and him understand how you feel. He'd then go on to explain why he doesn't want you to bite things, and how he thinks it's harmful to not verbalize your struggles, no matter how insignificant it may seem.

This heart to heart between the two of you honestly tanked the rate of your bites. You'd find yourself going to him more and more frequently, relying less on letting your thoughts linger negatively, and starting to go to people who loved and cared for you.

He's overjoyed, to say the least.

But if you're an ADHD person, then he's got just the thing.

lets be real with ourselves here. He has it too.

If you're just hyperactive and you need that constant stimulus to just feel something, then his master plan is to distract you.

Oh, what's that? You were gonna bite your finger? Nope! He grabbed both of your hands and forced you to dance with him, making sure to be extra left-footed to make you laugh and forget to bite at all.

I'm a firm believer that he would now offer his hand (or his arm if he's feeling frisky) to use as a replacement. Literally gnaw on them all you want, as long as it isn't you you're biting, he's fine with it.

Were you gonna bite something else? He'd stop you dead in your tracks and ask you a profound and useless question, just to interrupt your train of attention.

You're listening to music, just vibing to the sounds of the bass, completely immersed in the instruments and this figure you were doodling for fun.

Oh what if this was a dog? one two three four, star shapes, angelic connections, train stations in Paraguay... uhhhhhh... should I become a hyperpolyglot? I should make a list. Yeah... I'll make a list. You set your pen on paper, making a haphazard list of random languages you thought were cool, until you reached a dead end. I should learn 15 languages, but I only have 12... three more... three more... hmm...

You bring up your pen to your teeth.

"HEY Y/N!" The charismatic, loving voice called out. You turned your head to Kabal.

"If the show is called Alvin and the Chipmunks, does that mean Alvin isn't a chipmunk himself?"

"I---" You stammer, your brain trying to come up with a solution only for an even weirder one to reform into a question.

Kabal chuckles, walking over to you and giving you a kiss on the forehead, nose, and lips, holding your hands.

"Don't worry about it." He then leaves. Huh... random

Oh! Arabic! That's a good language... You suddenly remember your train of thought.

You turn back to your paper to write it down, but...

"Where the fuck did my pen go?!"

Cue Kabal snickering on the other side of the room.

AUTHORS NOTES:

AND SCENNEEE. gosh i had sm fun writing this shit 😭😭😭 I especially had the most fun with Erron cuz that was hilarious. I'm so creativeeeeeee. Hope u enjoyed it anon. You better enjoy it cuz i procrastinated my 3 literature essays for you 🙄 (it's 100% my fault) love you all <333 I also i know i shouldnt rant i know i know, but i do lowk wanna say that I have this huge issue with my ADHD that makes me put trinkets in my mouth and just nibble. No matter what it is i just wanna bite it, that's why I have a scar on the side of my pointer 😭 SORRY FOR RANTING OK OK IM DONE HOPE U ENJOY

[ruckooos]

Birds of a Feather

a fic for 🎭 anon!

CONTENT: mute teenage outlaw gn!reader x MK1 Shang Tsung, it's an isha and jinx typa situation, kinda choppy and long fic

RUCKOOOS' NOTES: yallssss I am so goddamn sorry for taking so long with the fics 😭 been lowk losing my mind but I haven't forgotten about your guys' asks! and to 🎭 anon thank you so damn much for giving me info about Arcane lolz I haven't even touched that show

anyways have fun!

A pattering rain blitzed down onto Earthrealm, its cold liquid bullets hailing down onto the beings below. One of those beings was Y/N. Barreling through the thickets of the forest, y/n stumbled through the vines and roots of trees, evading the apprehension of the villagers. A small, leather pouch of koins in their hands was clasped tightly underneath their dexterously kleptic fingers, held close to their chest.

"Do not let them get away!" "Cease them!" the angry mob would roar, ripping through the nature, only several feet away from y/n; their sticks used as clubs were brandished in the air, ready to hit. Y/n heaved, exhaustion piling up in their lungs, the muscles in their limbs were practically stabbing them, like they had switched sides with the mobs. They must think of a solution quickly.

As if celestially granted, a thick, ropey vine had fallen from the branches of a tree. With celerity, y/n grabbed onto it, pulling themself up to the head of the tree in the nick of time, before the people could even try to grab them.

"Quick; climb, climb!" They yelled, donning their attempt to ascend up the tree. Y/n smirked, a slight giggle even escaped their usually clasped lips; tree chases were their specialty. The moment a man's head popped up from the leaves, his face was met with a cold shove, sending him dropping down to the ground below. It was on. More people had climbed up, but their feet displayed symptoms of imbalance. Taking advantage of their tenderfeet, a treetop chase ensued. More and more ground (or should I say branch) did y/n cover, the sounds of more of them falling to the ground was like music. Soon, only one of them had remained --a man about twice y/n's size was only a couple of feet behind, an arm outstretched to grab the teen. But y/n paid no mind, devising a plan in the flick of a wrist. They dropped in between the gaps of the branch, holding on only by one hand. Stunned, yet trapped in motion, the man kept running forward, granting purchase for y/n to grab his ankle and trip him down. He fell flat on his back, with no further sounds made.

~o~

Y/n winced as they walked, a limp developing on their left foot. It appears that during the scuffle, they had dislocated their left ankle, jabbing with needles everytime pressure was laid on it. They tutted their teeth, looking for a place to settle for the night. At the very least, though, they had earned a pouch of about... 300 Koins! That would get them at least somewhere for the night.

They were debating what pastry to get for dinner, when the glint of a caravan lantern shone in the distance. Blinking, wiping the raindrops from their eyes, y/n descried a young man, seemingly in his 30s, with a defeated complexion. There were bruises, marks, scratches and blood all over his face, his hair was a mess as well.

He was the merchant y/n had always heard about! It was said he sold healing potions and ointments that could cure almost all ailments. Y/n looked down at their ankle --maybe a sprain was covered with that.

~o~

Shang Tsung, a devious merchant thrown into defeat, sat at the steps of his trashed caravan. He looked down at the ground, eyes empty and inward focused, until coins were thrown on the ground in front of him. Snapped from his wuthering, he looked up to see a malnourished, shivering, slumped over kid with matted h/c hair, and tired e/c eyes.

"What do you want, kid..." Shang Tsung sighed, picking up the coins and looking at y/n in the eyes. But they didn't say anything, they didn't even move, like he didn't say a thing. Instead, they just looked down at their foot.

"Do you... want medicine for it?" Y/n pointed to the glass bottles on display. Shang Tsung was slightly alleviated from his state, like this kid stumbling from the dark was an omen he hadn't exactly failed in his schemes. He stood up from his steps to grab a bottle, but he stopped, looking down at the smashed bottle in the soil.

He sighed, half-frustrated and half-disappointed; was he really going to stoop so low to exploit a poor child's injury? Ugh... he couldn't.

Shang Tsung through the coins back at y/n, saying nothing more than "sit here", gesturing to the steps of his van. They didn't say anything, only furrowing their eyebrows, pointing back at the bottle. Shang Tsung just shook his head. "It's rubbish. Sit down."

Y/n obeys, sitting down at the desired spot. Shang Tsung pulls out a cloth from one of his cabinets, walking back towards y/n, setting a hand on their foot. Defensively, y/n pulled it back, but Shang firmly held their calf. "Shush, I won't hurt you." Seemingly eased by this, y/n relaxed their muscles, allowing their foot back into Shang's hold. He started to wrap the limb with the cloth, every now and then ripping it in half to make more gauze.

"It's all rubbish. All of it. Everything here is a sham, young one..." He mutters, his words ending with a shameful intonation, like his statements were meant for himself to hear. "Nothing here works. I've fabricated each lie, each beard, each deception, each story, each recipe..! Each and every bottle here is all... just... rubbish."

Reaching the end of the gauze, Shang Tsung gently sets down y/n's foot. Standing up, turning back to try and repair the broken display shelves; but not before he turns to y/n. "You don't deserve to be around here. You need to leave."

But they don't. They stay put. Only looking up to him, like a lost dog. The shines and glints of their eyes seemed to twinkle a code, one of a distress signal. Y/n didn't want to leave. And Shang Tsung started to feel like he didn't want them to, either.

Suddenly, a being in silver glided through the darkness, and into the lantern's light. Out of instinct, y/n ran into the corner of the van, hugging their knees and hiding. Before he could call out to them, Shang Tsung was invoked. "That was an excellent ruse, your disguise."

Y/n peeked out of the corner of cartons to see the two conversing, the body language of Shang slowly turned more and more firm, like he was being awakened and strengthened. Y/n hummed in admiration, the woman seemed to be very convincing.

After a few minutes, Shang turned back to Y/n, a reborn expression plastered onto his face. "Young one..." he starts, "Do you want to join me?"

~o~

"Hold him still! We cannot extract marrow if he's moving!" Shang Tsung ordered to his subordinates, restraining Baraka down.

"You don't have to do this!" Baraka screams out, but to no avail.

Y/n stands right behind him, clinging to Shang Tsung, who inserts a thick needle into the Tarkatan's spine. Y/n presses themselves into Shang Tsung's side, the sight too lachrymose but intriguing.

The sorcerer pulls away from the tarkatan, flicking his nail onto the syringe, peering into the translucent, yellow substance. Y/n nudges his arm, motioning to it. Shang Tsung chuckles.

"Don't worry, young one, he isn't harmed that badly" He chuckles with his usual slyness, "It's just an... extraction, that's all. Do you remember what I told you? This is all a part of the plan -for me to rule all of outworld and every single realm there is!" He places the extracted substance into his pocket, turning his focus to y/n, getting on his knees and placing his hands on their shoulders. Shang Tsung looked into Y/n's eyes, his malice replaced with vulnerable tenderness. "I can grant you anything you desire, young one. I can take care of you for the rest of your life." He glances to the Tarkatans on their knees all around, cowering in fear, "This is... Just a part of it."

He hands out his pinky finger. "I swear I will."

Y/n shuddered a bit; this was a whole new world to them. Were they familiar and well acquainted to the life of delinquency? Absolutely. Did they have their share with terrorism and violence? Well, y/n is no stranger.

But this... it felt too much. Although... the temptation of being cared for; the feeling of family with this man... It was too good to pass up.

Y/n decided to trust Shang Tsung. They locked their pinky onto his. The sorcerer's eyes twinkled with pride, his one sided smirk appearing back onto his lips. The two did their secret handshake, one incorporating finger guns and swords; a secret handshake the two had developed weeks before as a nonverbal oath.

Suddenly, three Earthrealmers ran into the dunes, dropping down to the sand, launching an attack. Out of instinct, Y/n jumped in front of Shang Tsung to hopefully protect him.

"We must go!" Shang Tsung called, shapeshifting into a tarkatan, grabbing Y/n's hand and yanking them away.

~o~

Y/n sat on top of a barrel, watching over the three prisoners in Shang Tsung's laboratory. The yakuza member lay motionless in the corner, eye sockets empty and dark; the Tarkatan sat in defeat against a wall; and the hollywood star yelling out.

"Hey, you! Yeah, you, kid! Do you have no fucking shame with yourself? I mean- ha- you ripped out my friends eyes out of nowhere! And now you're acting all innocent and childish over there?! How old are you? You know, when I was around your age I was reading Playboy magazines, not fucking blinding people!"

The star's complaints did naught other than make y/n giggle, rolling their eyes with a smirk on their lips; a one sided smirk that they had developed with the man they were slowly starting to consider a father. Y/n hopped off the barrel, approaching the prisoners, peering at the japanese man, looking at the results of their violence. Suddenly, Johnny's arm outstretched out of the bars and grabbed at their hair, yanking their head straight onto the metal, granting no more noise than a yelp.

As quick as it started, a slash appeared onto the American's forearm.

"AAHH!" He screams, falling into the ground. Shang Tsung stepped closer to the cage, eyeing Johnny Cage in specific.

"Touch them again, and I'll do worse to your face than any of your movies could direct." He retracted his claws, turning to y/n and patting their hair and back. "Are you alright, my dear?" He places a hand on your back and guides you away from the prison, walking to the more general part of his lab.

He is met with only a giggle, with you crossing your arms, with one forearm straight up. Just like his.

"Aww did you get that from me?" Shang Tsung smirked, the same way that you did. You nod, dropping your arms and wrapping them around him. He scoffs in a cooing manner, lazily yet firmly holding you close.

"I'm so proud of you for what you did to that man, young one. You're learning." Shang Tsung mumbles, caressing your hair in the spot Johnny pulled. He tutted.

"What do you want? The moment I rule the realms, your wish is the first I shall grant. What will it be?" He puts a hand on your chin, making you look up at him, his other on your back.

You think for a moment, humming in thought.

"I want a banquet of food! Pork, beef, chicken, I want it all!" You spoke, to his surprise. You were greeted with a hearty laugh, one so fatherly and caring it was uncanny in comparison with your milieu.

"So you speak!" Shang Tsung can only manage out, after a few more tides of laughter. "A banquet it is then! I'll get you the best chicken, the best pork, the best beef and mutton that all the realms have to offer! I'll get you fruit assortments too, if you'd like that?"

You nod.

He smirks, hugging you tighter. "I'll get you everything, my child."

"I love you."

final author notes: Holy fucking balls this took me so long to start! I had a blast making this lolz, hope you like it masquerade anon! Hope it is up to your standards!!!

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(I couldn't figure out how to at you, so apologies for that, but here u go rynxi! U didn't specify what kind of fiction u wanted so I just made hc + fic, hopefully it's fine. And I also made her like around 12 cuz I thought it would make it cuter). Sorry if it wasn't what u wanted!! If you want, I can totes make a part 2

MY HERO

(F!reader watches her dad train in secret, and tries to do the same when he leaves)

Y/N looked up to her father, like he was as powerful as a deity. His devotion to his family, his clan, and his formidable gentility. She wanted to be like him; just like him!

She wanted to make him proud, it was her dream to prove that she could be just as strong as how she saw him

Kenshi would train in the family home's gym, the garden, where a metal structure stood tall on the ground. The family home sat in the center of gorgeous valleys and mountains, granting a golden hour glow to his practicing dojo. The pine trees rustled with a gentle breeze, enough to cool a sweat, but not cold enough to shiver. It was a perfect place.

Y/N knew his schedule: 5:30 PM sharp, sparring with the stationary mannequins that spun with each blow for an hour and a half, then returning back to the house for dinner.

5:25, she ran to her window, which faced the gardens, and patiently awaited her hero to arrive outside. 5 minutes pass, and like clockwork, Kenshi strides out of the door and in front of the metal training dummies, with Sento in hand.

Y/N was excited. She saw the same exercises and moves every single day, but to her, it meant she got to see her father's skill again and again. She was too embarrassed to ask him if she could watch him next to him, for she knew he'd say no.

"It's too dangerous, darling. I promise I will show you sometime." He'd say. But he was a busy man, leading his people; she knew he wouldn't fulfill the offer.

She excitedly saw him slice and lay blows on the metal. With aplomb, he'd grant strike after dash after kick after stab. It was like art; flowing through violence and brutality as his form was impeccable. He struck hard at the structure, the spokes would spin equally as quick and hard; he blocked and landed a swift cut with Sento.

It was part of his routine, as well, to exponentially deal with more of the dummies at a time -and as the hour passed, he was easily dealing with three at the same time!

Y/N clapped silently, seeing her superhero below fight. He made her feel safe, how could he not when she saw how easily he could damage three structures of metal?!

She fantasized in her head: One day, a bad guy will attack her or an innocent person. She'd grab his arm and give him blows and strikes, just like the ones her Papa dealt. Y/N would then slash the bad guy with a sword and save the day!!

She also constantly thought of having her own sword; preferably one like Sento, so that she could be just like him even more. The sleek, svelte, and transgenerational blade with a scarlet, leather handle... just imagine how it'd feel to win with that thing!

She grinned at the thought. "I wanna be a hero too, just like you..." She whispers, looking at her superhero outside.

Speaking of, he was landing swift hits one after the other on all three; his attacks were going so quickly she couldn't even make sense of his limbs anymore.

Suddenly, he released a whole airborne kick, jumping into the air and digging his heel into the metal. She gasped. The metal dented at the contact, and snapped completely off of its post!

Y/N's jaw dropped. Just... how??? Pure metal?? He kicked it???? She just... couldn't even fathom it. She was giddy in the inside, swelling with pride, she almost couldn't contain herself!

But she had to stay quiet.

She returned to the window and saw her father shake his head in annoyance, setting aside the iron structure and returning into the house.

"Hmmmm..." a plan was abrewing.

Dinner was amazing, but not because of the food. She sat right across from her superhero, watching him eat with a grin on her face. It was strange how much of a celebrity she saw him as, even though she's known him for every day of her life.

Kenshi noticed the eyes. "Are you alright, Y/N?"

"Yes, papa, I'm fine!" She smiled back, returning to her food. Y/N made sure to eat her pork cutlets, every single part of it, including the fat and the greens (she hated those). She had to be quick, and be on her best behavior; she had a plan, finally.

"Well aren't you in a good mood?" Her mother poked, jocosely, "You're eating your cabbage, you normally don't do that!"

"Change of heart.." Y/N shrugged, giggling in the inside.

"Why all of a sudden?" Her father laid a finger on Sento, seeing his little girl smiling. He smiled as well.

"Welllll...." Y/N giggled, although slightly panicking on the inside. Should she tell? Should she hint? Should she lie? Hmmmm....

Kenshi raised his eyebrows, expecting an answer. But he wouldn't receive it.

"I'm just really starting to appreciate plants..." Y/N lies, shrugging. Kenshi rolled his eyes (if he had any), holding Sento again and looking at Y/N. But no. She looked normal. She wasn't hiding anything (physically, he means), and she wasn't the type to ask for toys or games. What was she hiding? He shook off the question, just gladly accepting she was eating healthily, and went upstairs. He was exhausted. Y/N smiled widely; her plan was close to unraveling.

After helping her mother in the kitchen, and parting ways to the land of slumber, Y/N waited about 10 minutes in her bed, keeping her mind awake with her goal, fighting off sleep. Get the metal! The plan was simple: Drag the training dummy up to her room, hide it during the day in her closet, then pull it out and practice whenever her father would also practice outside. This was her shy way of training alongside him. Was it foolproof? ....no. but it's the thought that counts.

After the 10 minutes were up, she quietly slipped out of her sheets, tiptoeing into the dark halls. Her bare feet padding against the cold wooden floorboards as she lightly made her way down the stairs, avoiding the spots that made the most creaks. Finally, after what felt like a month long stealth mission, she made it to the first floor. Y/N he made her way to the back door, past the kitchen and into the cold backyard. The moon lit up the land with a dark blue glow, iluminating it just enough for her to see without light. The trees rustled gently, but each wave semt hurdles of cold air hurling at Y/N's face. She felt her shoulders shudder, her fingers hurting, and her face started to burn; It was freezing outside! But Y/N instead took it like a challenge.

She'd heard stories from her father, how he helped save Earthrealm, fighting monsters and bad guys with Sento. He'd taught Y/N the importance of discipline, and she saw her fighting through the cold as a testament to that.

Y/N searched for the metal scrap but to no avail. Father must have thrown it out already! Fuck! Oh- she's not old enough to say that yet... She sighed. Her head hung low in disappointment, and she turned around to return to her room. Until...

How stupid of her! She didn't need the scrap! She was right there in the training grounds!

With rekindled hope, she ran back to the fighting dummies, standing straight up the ground. She tested them, by spinning them around and landing a few light punches. They worked well... well there was no excuse now.

With weeks of watching her father's form from the sidelines, she tried a common combination he'd always do. He dashed it right; then dealt a blow straight to the left; ending with a jump and a kick in the center. The first two were simple enough, although her poor hands were too untrained and brittle from the cold to be as firm as his, but the third was the challenge.

She either fell back on the ground before she could kick, or pushed herself away from the dummy, sending her tumbling back. Y/N groaned in frustration. What was she missing?? She tried again. Then again. Then 10 times. Then 20.

She felt herself getting sloppier, more desperate instead of focused. Y/N was on the brink of giving up.

"What are you doing so late, YN?" The soft, paternal voice chimed calmly from behind. Y/N's head snapped back like a band, and there her father stood. Sento was strapped to his back, and he was wearing his night clothes, with a thin jacket put loosely over his shoulders. "Well? You're going to give yourself a cold. You have to be up early tomorrow!" He sighed.

His tone was firm, and with an expression hidden by distance and a red cloth, Y/N stammered. He must've been angry at her.

"I was..." She felt the hard lump in her throat and heat in her nose, tears forming in her eyes from intimidation and embrassment. Kenshi walked slowly to her, hands behind his back. He placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder. He raised an eyebrow.

Y/N sighed. "I want to start training... like you do! Night seems to be the only time I can do it uninterrupted..." She looks down at the ground, her tail far between her legs; she waited for him to tell her off and send her to her room. And she would wait for nothing.

Kenshi seemed to chuckle warmly, very softly, just above an exhale. Y/N looked up at him, seeing the corner of his lips curl into a warm, fatherly smile. One of pride.

"I see... I assume this is because I never make the time to do it myself?"

Y/N nods, sheepishly.

His smile only grew wider. He patted her on the shoulder, and from his back pulled out a thin jacket. "I saw you from the window the moment you stepped out... I just wanted to see how you'd go about the challenge. I only stepped out now because you seemed like you were going to relent, and I don't want you to do so. Now, put it on." Y/N was shocked, but obeyed. Her mind was running tracks with thoughts -was this the day (or night) that her father would train her??

"You seem to only jump upwards, love; there is no power in that." He turns her back around to the dummy. "When you jump upwards, your strength only goes upwards, leaving nothing to power you forwards. Try it again."

Y/n stammered in surprise, but did as she asked. It felt so strange; her dream of training alongside him was becoming true? It made her happier than she could even fathom! She did as she was told, jumping towards the dummy with her leg outstretched.

"Stop." Her father said, gently grabbing her leg to stop her from continuing. "You don't stretch it immediately. The energy of your stretch will prove for naught. Instead, you unfurl it mid air. Like this." He demonstrated, moving her gently to the side. Her father did his classic two-side strike, ending it with a forward jumping, unraveling kick. Y/n was left in awe. When seeing it in person, it felt more powerful than a view from above.

"I see..." She said, noticing how he would only unsheath his leg the closer he got. She tried it once more.

She struck the dummy left and right, but her father had criticisms for it as well.

"Do not lean your body forward. It all relies on the hip, dear." Y/N did it again, following his instructions as attentively as she could. But he still had critiques. "Do not try to hit it directly in the front, my Y/N. Strike it to the side."

She'd try it again, hitting from the hip and towards the side. But her father kept pointing out more and more foibles. "Your feet are not anchored correctly." "You're relenting." "Strike from the side!" "Don't lean forward, stay straight"

Y/n felt herself getting more and more discouraged. Like no matter what she did, she could never get anything right. Attempt after attempt, she wasn't able to eve succeed once. But Kenshi never seemed to show any signs of irritation at her repeated failures. He held the same look of hope no matter the outcome of

"You're starting to relent. I can see it." Her father said to her. "No matter how many times you fall, you must get up and do it again. That is the only thing you must master to become a true fighter. Not the skill, the strength or the power; just the perseverance. Try it again, my dear."

Y/N didn't know if she believed him. She heard him, but all she could feel was disappointment in herself. But her father's words gave her the hope to try again.

She took a deep breath, collected herself, and moved. She anchored her feet, straightened her back, and used the twist of her hip to strike the dummy at the side. It spun wildly, its spokes spin like a bike. Y/n was stunned for a split second, but she didn't stop. She jumped forward, keeping her leg kept in a fold until the last moment, then unsheathing it right into the center of the dummy. A loud clang echoed into the night, as y/n stumbled to the ground.

"Excellent! Absolutely excellent, my Y/N!" Kenshi congratulated, beaming with pride, more emotion on his face than y/n has ever seen. He gently grabbed her and brought her up to the feet, holding her close into a deep, deep hug. He wrapped his arms around her tight and lifted her up to the air. In the midst of the hug, she looked over his shoulder to see the dummy. In the center of the kick, lay a huge dent.

Afterwards, she went back to bed, not after whole speeches of pride from her father. He promised her that he'd make time to train with her more, but only after heaps of apologies for making her feel that she had to train in secret.

But y/n was just proud she was able to prove herself, not only to herself but to her father. Maybe she had what it took to be a fiersome fighter like her hero was.

She'd never forget this day.

Authors notes:

Whooooooo!! So sorry this took so long, my ruffle, there were a lot of technical errors that made this hard to do, but im glad I got this done cuz I think it looks amazing!!!! ^_^ have fun yallz

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What about each of the Black Dragon guys x reader during a movie marathon? What snacks do they bring, genres do they like.. do they talk during movies or get frustrated at the plot? I wanna know everything :3

RUCKOOOS' NOTES: this is the best ask I've ever gotten /lh. I'm gonna have so much fun w/ this 😭 I'm also proud of the title, plus compliment it and call me amazing.

CONTENT: Disturbed Kano, Kabal being a himbo (canon), Erron being awkward, gluttony, psychological torture, mental deterioration, maniacal actions, psychopathy, sadism. I'm kinda all over the place

WATCHLIST

All 3 black dragon men x gn!reader

__KANO

strikes me as a violence, splatterpunk enjoyer.

his favorite movie of all time is Terrifier 2 definitely. Now I say this because of a... certain scene (iykyk) which I can honestly see him taking as inspiration

But aside from Terrifier, Kano would be a Saw fanatic, with Saw VI being his favorite.

Some honorable mentions for movies he has violated your optic organs with + where you watched them:

-Hostel: he took you to Europe (or back to Australia if you alr live there) for vacation, treating you like a prince/princess/royalty the whole day. This was partly so he could drop the bomb of this movie on you at night, but obv bc Kano luvs u <3. Anyways, you two were settling down in your hotel room, when he brought up the idea of watching a movie to end the day. "Just to end it on an even betta' note" he'd say, "I promise I know a reeaally romantic one that you'll like" You trusted him, turning a blind eye to the fact that you're with a deceived conman, completely placing your eyes in the trust of a man with an affinity to violence. He puts on the movie Hostel, and for the first part you didn't really see the romantic bit, just some goons who were trying to lose their virginity. Safe to say, about an hour in, you were mentally deteriorating at the rate of a war veteran. Kano definitely had to spoil you even more the next day as an apology -Final Destination 5: This one, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Doesn't mean you fully agreed to it, though. Kano went on his knees to beg you to allow him to show you. "It's really really fantastic, I promise, doll! It ain't even that bad! Just please please let me play it." *sigh* you just had to say yes! How could you say no to his gorgeous puppy eye? (LMAOO) When the acupuncture scene started, Kano looked into your eyes excitedly, wondering how you'd react. Would you scream (lovingly)? Would you shrivel (lovingly)? Would you just die inside (lovingly)? He was dying to see your face. When the man fell on his back, stabbing his back with the acupuncture needles, Kano was in an uncontrollable fit of laughter to see you wince and hide your face in a pillow. "Come onnnnnn, sweets! It wasn't even that bad!" yes it was.

If ever he's watching a new violent film for the first time, which is quite rare tbh, I see him with his jaw dropped, lips curled in a bit of a smirk while he watches people die. He wouldn't even laugh, he'd be speechless from being impressed.

You don't see it, mainly because he hides it, but he has a notepad by his side, with contraptions and methods jotted down.

BUT BACK TO THE PROMPT: during a movie marathon, he'd watch terrifier 1 and 2, with Final Destination 5 as a "break"

yes. He honestly thinks Final Destination isn't that violent. :l

He wouldn't do very long movie marathons, 3 movies max. BUTTT he could go longer if there were more violent movies out there.

You better thank the lucky stars there aren't a lot of very gory movies that Kano hasn't watched to memorization, or else you'll be strapped down to your seat watching six hours worth of people dying.

yeah... Our fine shyt is fucked up

Regarding his manners while watching a movie, he's a clapper and a cheerer 100%. He'd laugh loudly at kill scenes, nudging your shoulder to see how you'd react.

You:

let's do something more lighthearted now! What if you were to pick a movie?

He's ok with it, wouldn't be too invested, but isn't that bummed out by it. A casual movie watcher when you pick the movies; 3 movies definitely being his maximum

but only when you're picking the movie 💀 he's kinda selfish

What snacks would he bring?

I don't think this man eats anything while watching a movie tbh, I just can't see him eating candy, popcorn or a finger food that much.

I mean, he wouldn't go out of his way to make something (unless you beg him to make you popcorn, which he'll do) to watch a movie with -but if you gave him a snack, or if there was anything lying around, Kano would snack on it.

At most, i feel like the most this man would eat are things like chips and fries. he doesn't eat them often, but when you get them for him, he's a sloppy eater; chomping on them with his mouth open while laughing at people getting stabbed

You have to vacuum, deep clean, change the sheets, UV ray the area you two watched a movie in whenever he brings a snack. My man is a SWINE, leaving crumbs everywhere.

JUST AS A BONUS: He'd be sitting on the couch, an arm around the cushions, while you lay your head on his chest.

dream man fr <3

__KABAL

he's into everything. any and all movies, he can vibe with.

Doesn't matter if it's romance, comedy, rom-com, action, thriller, as long as you're there. But he does feel more interested in action movies.

Not action as in superheroes, although ofc he loves those too, he really appreciates movies with constant motion. (I'll expound on this more in a bit)

but tbh, I don't see him as a person who would gravitate to super violent movies.

NOT TO SAY HE'S INNOCENT AND PURE, I just feel like he doesn't want to be reminded of his job while he's with you

But ofc that's not to say he'll be turned off by violence. if, for example, the movie you two were watching had a gory scene, he'd still laugh at it.

"Did he just rip his fucking head off? Babe look, the blood on this is so realistic..!" "I know, I know already!" "The muscles are pulsing..!" "STOP DESCRIBING ITTT." you proceed to throw a pillow at him.

For your movie marathon, I see him watching 1990s-2000s. a HUUUUGEEE sucker for that era of movies.

Corniest mf in town. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME THIS MAN DOESN'T WATCH SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD

he doesn't care if it was ass, it's fun to see how trash it is, and thus it still counts as a good movie to him

he loves bad movies, he doesn't know why, but watching straight garbage for an hour and a half is just so entertaining. Maybe it's because he's a bad person (jk ^_^) but he always laughs at the actors, the characters, the people involved more than he laughs at the movie itself.

"That was horrible... Did people actually put their fucking money on this?" he scoffs, chuckling a bit.

trash is entertaining, what can i say. Thus I don't think he'd every complain about the plot. He'd only ever get frustrated with the details.

"Who the fuck says that in real life?" "What was the point of that?" "She could have just left the building, why did she stay???" "Babe, it's a movie."

But he is also an appreciator of good movies, let's not perpetuate the idea that our speedy fine shyt doesn't have standards !!! (he's with you ofc he has standards)

The Matrix and Constantine will always be his favorite movies, these are the kinda movies that are his favorites to watch, I believe.

This is what I mean by action movies, there's a constant problem that has to be solved instantly. Kabal feels gravitated here, mainly because he resonates with the feeling of fighting against something or battling an adversary.

A bit dark, yah ik, but it's more subconscious than he realizes. for all he knows, he just likes them.

BUT HE ALSO LOVES COMEDY, ROMANCE, SLAPSTICK AND ALL THE LIKE.

Take movies like Not Another Teen Movie, Legally Blonde, Notebook, Norbit, Madea, for example. The tearjerker movies and movies with raunchy, stupid humor are fun watches for him

lock me up, gag me with a chain, tie me to a post, sink my jailcell IDC. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN'T LIKE NAPOLEON DYNAMITE.

I honestly think four is his average; if he's super tired then he'll watch 2 with you and pass out, if he's sat down with a whole free day, then he can do six.

The movie you two will watch will be: Die Hard, Devil's Advocate, Legally Blonde (just as a breather), then Notebook to end the night.

IF YOU KNOW THE WAY I SEE KABAL, YOU'D SEE WHY THESE MOVIES MAKE SENSE. In my canon world, Kabal has the most secure masculinity more than anybody.

He's a whisperer when it comes to manners while watching the movie. Kabal would lean in close and just whisper things... A LOT

This man. Talks. So. damn. Much.

EVEN WHEN HE'S NOT WHISPERING IN YOUR EAR, HE MUTTERS

You might as well turn down the volume of the movie the way this man is basically the subtitles. SHUT UP KABAL (jk don't ahaha you're so sexy)

"Ahhh that's why it's called Legally Blonde. She's blonde, and she's in law." "Why the fuck is he barefoot..." "He could have just told her the truth, why the fuck did he make it harder for himself? Tsk." "Kabal shut uppppppppp"

in terms of snacks, this man is canonly the one dude who can't open a bag of chips, and it also the dude who finishes the food before the intro ends.

Imagine you're trying to get immersed when Noah and Allie make out in the rain, and you hear this man grunt and scoff, struggling to open a Ruffles bag 💀

"Kabal, just let me do it." "Shut up I can do it myself..." he says in between grunts, trying to figure out where the strip is, making crinkling noises that drown out the movie. "no you can't just give it to me." he grumbles, handing it to you.

my little himbo airhead <3 (he's a murderous merc)

don't let this man hold your popcorn box. You put it in his hand, then 1... 2... 3... it's in the trash, emptied out and completely cleaned out

I feel like you two would be lying down, with you laying your back to his chest with his arm slung under your arm.

LOVE THIS MANNNNN

__AARON BLACK

This man is the most chill of the three

istg this man is so normal

too normal...

our unbothered fine shit is not too avid on cinema, let alone movie marathons.

But it's been a while since you two had time to settle down and relax with one another, so after a couple minutes of begging, he rolls his eyes and hands you the remote.

You'd lie down on his lap, while he rested his head on his hand, his elbow on the couch's armrest, while you were flicking through the movies.

This man is classic. Talented Mr. Ripley, Truman Show, The Shining, Lost Boys, and Back to the Future are paradigms of his taste.

Like Kabal, he's ok with whatever you want to watch, but UNLIKE Kabal, he won't like it.

Not big on girly movies, gory movies, romance, comedy and all the like.

He has very robust standards, and he'll put up with whatever you want, but the afformentioned are the ones that he'll actually enjoy.

I'd think that he'd only watch two or three movies, most of the time it's just two.

IDK I don't think he's that big on movies, but he can barely say no to you.

it's mostly a time issue, but even when you two have a lot of time, he'd rather spend it on more personal and romantic things than movies. but wtv, he's here with you now :3

the movies he'd watch with you are Lost Boys, Talented Mr. Ripley, and one that you wanna watch. Since he's a sweet boy (not rlly) he'll let you watch your movie first.

I feel like he's so boring when it comes to movies 😭 like he would rewatch these movies again and again, and never gets bored.

The last time he found a movie he liked was in the 90s, PICTURE THAT.

I think this is also why he barely complains about things: He's either watched it so many times that he's desensitize to it, or he just simply does not gaf.

In terms of how he'd act while watching a movie, I see that he'd be dead silent and motionless. Occasionally he'll rub your chest or head, which you really need so that you're reminded he's there.

He is dead silent too, and I feel like this also bleeds into his real life, but he makes no sound. You can't hear his breathing or heartbeat, sometimes you have to look up at him to see if he's alive and he just looks back down at you like 🤨

awkward dead-inside fine shyt, ilysm <333

This man doesn't bring snacks btw! He brings MEALS

definitely the type to bring whole steaks, string beans, rice, carrots, sauce and BEER to a movie marathon.

I'm not kidding, he's just eating whole ass courses while watching Lost Boys, and tbh that's kinda iconic.

doesn't let you get a bite tho >:( mean

he's also so expressionless other than his rbf, so if you were playing your movie, you'd have to wait almost two hours before you can tell wether or not he hated it. MOST OF THE TIME HE DOESN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING.

He'd just go "It was fine."

[ruckooos]

Can you pls pls pls make Erron, Kabal and any Mk11 character of ur choice w a hyperfeminine amab!reader? Legit no one does it 😭 fluff hcs pls!!!

(Sure!!!! I love love love Erron and Kabal, they're my husbands fr. I took some creative liberty with what counted as hyper feminine, so hopefully you're ok w it!)

Doll

(Erron Black, Kabal, Kano x hyper-feminine amab!reader)

Erron Black:

FIRST OF ALL LETS GET THIS STRAIGHT. He absolutely adores you

He thinks you are the cutest thing ever, it's honestly rotten

If you're into fashion and makeup, this man will FORCE you to let him be your bag carrier and ATM. No questions or no's allowed

I envision him to be a romantic gentleman, very trad since that was his time period, so he WILL be carrying your bags in his inner elbows, your clothes hangers on one finger, a basket of products in one palm, and your hand in his other.

Have you seen his arms? He can and will lift anything. He's not allowing you to exert any effort, I fear. He's too gentleman-ly for that.

Unfortunately, he will not allow you to put makeup on him :(( the closest you ever had to doing do is putting foundation on a bruise, BUT THAT IS IT. He won't let you do any more, no matter how many times you beg him to let you.

If you're shopping for clothes, this man will be blunt as well. When I say this, I mean that he spills the absolute truth of his opinions on how gorgeous you look in the clothes.

"You look like a model in that blouse, mister. You look godly in white. It fits you perfectly." "Oh-- thank you!??"

I am a firm believer that he spoils you so hard you'd get more cavities than a 9 year old after eating the whole candy aisle in one sitting. If he sees you as little as side eye something, he's staring at it, then you, then dragging you into the store.

"Don't worry about money, sweetie. Let's just say there are a lot more... vengeful customers in Outworld"

HOWEVER. If you're a pop culture gay, then that throws a wrench in things cuz...

He's lost. Like VERY lost

I hc him to be a more romantic type of gay who is not involved in pop culture at all, so if you said "diva", "girl", "mama" or, God forbid, you REFERENCE something??? He's staring at you like this

It's all in love tho

"Come on teletubby, teleport us to mars!" "Who? What? Who is that? Who are you talking to??"

"As if I was Paula Abdul herself." "But you aren't? Darlin, what the fuck are you talkin' about???"

"This is so cunt" "honey, do you hear yourself? Do you hear what you say when you talk to me??"

After a few "werk bitch"es and "that was fierce"es later he just accepts his fate that he will NEVER know what you're talking about, just quitting and nodding.

"No but Chappel's performance of Picture You was so tea. Like, I was gagged" " I-- sigh you know what, darlin'? Ok. Why was it tea?"

If he even tries to understand what you're talking about, you'll just give the poor man a headache :( he CANNOT understand that most of what you say are just based off of pure vibes. "When in the ever livin' fuck is being gagged a good thing?? Now that's just concerning, toots."

If you're a music gay, then this will be the easiest that he can handle. Blast Mariah Carey, Chappel, Charli XCX, Sabrina Carpenter or Beyoncé --if he sees you having fun, then he's willing to love it. Just for you

I imagine you two just hanging out, blasting HOT TO GO by Chappel while you desperately try to teach him the dance. He'll be reluctant to try, but you two just end up laughing and holding each other close, just wiggling for the rest of the song.

You didn't hear it from me, but... *looks around me to see if people are eavesdropping* ...if you pressed your ear against the bathroom door while he showers, you MIGHT just hear him singing Good Luck, Babe. And... *looks around again* ...if you follow him quietly down the stairs in the middle of the night, you might catch him doing the HOT TO GO dance.

Now! Lets say you two are holding hands and walking down the city, giggling and chatting, you wearing a cute fashionable outfit that does not present any masculinity at all. If some bozo was stupid unfortunate enough to badmouth you, probably saying some bs like "men shouldn't dress like that" or "men got so much weaker, nowadays", you best believe that erron hears that.

And if he hears anybody speak with even the slightest amount of disrespect to his boy; his angel; his doll, then you know he's not afraid to do something about it.

For the sake of keeping the blog sfw, I cant tell you how exactly he solves the ordeal

Lets just say... they had to repair the entire sidewalk and each establishment beside it after Erron was done with them. Teehee :3

Maybe afterwards, you two can cuddle close with one another. Him holding you close to his chest, mumbling how perfect you are, how gorgeous you are, how proud he is of you and how lucky he is to call you his boy

If you're into drag race, then this man will be the poor victim of you referencing and ranting about your favorites.

"And then Bendelacreme WON, but when she was going to vote who to eliminate, she chose to eliminate herself?!?" "Darlin' it's 4 in the god damn mornin. Please let me sleep." "OH that reminds me! In season 5 there's a queen who has a syndrome that makes her sleep randomly, and she won the season!" *he buries his face in a pillow*

"Please watch season 5 with me :(" "Sweetie I've already told you ten times that I will, let me sleep first.

The moment you ACTUALLY convince him to watch it with you, he's flashbanged with color, fashion, slang and a new obsession.

He's a bit shy about it tho so please don't bully him abt it :(

Overall, he reveres you and the way you wear yourself. He worships each step you take, and he may not understand you completely, he always has your back, front and sides.

He still won't let you put on makeup on him though (he'll only let you if you use puppy eyes, but you don't know that that will work... yet)

KABAL

Speedy McGee ^_^ my mannnnn

Since he's more modern than Erron, he is then more up to date. Granted, he kinda lost touch as he started working with Black Dragon, but he got a head start!

He defo gives me "secure masculinity jock" vibes. We ALLLLL know this man is a fag at heart, but I don't really see him as feminine

I see him more as "very masculine, but more than comfortable to be feminine if he wants to be"

... ykw nvm now that I say it he 100 is a diva

AND GOOD NEWSSSSS. Since he's comfortable enough to be feminine, you know what that meansssss...

He will let you put makeup on him! YESSSSSS *applause erupts, standing ovation occurs, roses thrown on stage*

"Kabal can I please practice eyeshadow on you?" "Depends. Only if you promise to make me look as cute as you."

It ends up with you giving him full eyeshadow, with eyebrows and lashes on fleek, and lips absolutely beat down with gloss. You also added some highlighter, contour and bronzer since he didn't stop you ^_^

(He didn't know)

But it's OK! When you gave him a mirror, he saw the beauty he was used to seeing on your face, put on his! That's a huge flattering remark for him and you best believe he's keeping it on

If anyone tries to make fun of him for it, you what he's gonna do? Laugh in their face and tell them "you wish"

"OH please, you're just pissed that I can look good and you can't!"

The way he sees it, you imparted your beauty onto him; you bestowed a piece of what he considered to be the most divine things about you onto him, so if anyone was to make fun of him, they're making fun of you.

And we know our baba grill doesn't stand with that

"Cry about it, snowflake" (GO GET EM KABAL 🗣🗣)

HOWEVER, if they were to make fun of YOU in particular. If he even catches the smallest hint that someone talked badly about you; the light of his life; his wil to live; his soul; his partner; his boy; his man; his deity, then they will never see it coming.

Literally. They quite literally can't see him coming, he's not giving them the chance

You're off limits. Completely. He can handle all of the criticism, blame, shame and taunts. You? No. You were his pride and joy, his most precious amulet. He was NOT going to let you get hurt, even if you try to convince him you're fine.

Is that a red flag? Ehhhh... Who cares is the real question. You have a big, speedy hunk who loves you to death and heaven and will protect you to the earth's end? What's not to love!!! :3

But if youre a pop culture feminine, then you best believe: you met your match

Chappel Roan? Guess what, he introduced you to her. As a matter of fact, he taught you the HOT TO GO dance!

"Y/N jump higher! Straighten your arm on the T! Bring the energy that Chappel would want! Don't half-ass this!! Again! 5... 6... 5, 6, 7, 8!"

Mariah Carey? He's singing the songs, much much louder. He's BELTING them, actually.

Charli XCX though is where you got him beat. But don't consider this a victory! He's got bright green sweat shirts and brat gym tank tops the next day, and his headphones are already blasting party 4 u.

He adapts, what can I say

If you're into fashion, then he's matching. No questions. Doesn't matter to him if it looks good or not. it doesn't matter if it matches his build or features -If you're wearing it, he wants to be right with you, literally and figuratively

Maybe one day you're wearing a denim jacket with cut sleeves, matching boots and a belt, with denim flare jeans? Maybe you're also wearing pitch black sunglasses just to feel classy with you're hair all done? Great! You walk out of your dressing room to see him wear the exact same thing, except sized up

But if he unfortunately can't match with you (he's upset and grumbling abt it btw), then he will just resort to being your scary dog privilege

You look like a celebrity wearing your outfit, and a tall, buff man is right be your side, arm wrapped around your shoulder.

He honestly looks like a bodyguard (which he is)

And the icing of the gay cake is that he somehow knows more pop culture than you do 😭

I can see it in my head how he will be able to reference Oda Mae Brown, Drag Race, Tiffany Pollard, Stan Twitter, The Craft, Clue, Cher, Jennifer Coolidge, Wendy Williams. basically ANYTHING.

He would 100% reference at least one of these every other sentence, and you are just clueless, listening to him like (▪︎ v ▪︎)

On the off chance that you DO understand what he's referencing, then you two will actually explode (in a good way)

"Somebody lied to her several times" "they said she's hot, sexy and fly and she's nothing of the sort" "...I love you"

"Guess who's jealous of Adele," Kabal says. "Beyonce." You respond. He then proceeds to charge at you and kiss you.

If you say "old maiden type of ___" he WILL be cackling for about 2 hours.

If you're watching drag race, let's say on the TV in a living room. The moment he hears the intro, he's rushing right next to your face.

"Which season is this?" "Who's your favorite one?" "What episode is this again? OH this is where ____ happens"

This man has watched every single season, no doubt in my mind. he has an archive in his head of each episode and season where he can instantly recall what happens, it's actually impressive.

His favorite season is S5, no doubt in my head. His favorites are Alaska and Katya, and if you listen very closely while he cooks, then you'll hear him hum: "Katerina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, but your dad just calls me katya". iykyk

He would 100% introduce you to UNHhhh, he'd actually force you to watch it

"It's just a show where Trixie Mattel and Katya talk about all kinds of shit (because its their show and not ours). It's really short, only 13 minutes! You'll love it, doll. Come onnnn sit down!"

And then you DO proceed to watch it, and you to proceed to become addicted to it. Next thing you know, it's 3 AM and you watch all of the episodes.

You two definitely watched Contact, but only after you both passed the fuck out in a cuddle.

Overall, this man is the perfect man for you. He adores and reveres you, your personality and style like it's a religion. He gives you the confidence to be who you are unapologetically, cuz he wouldn't allow anyone to make you feel ashamed of who you are. Like I said, you have scary dog privileges. He will always be your biggest supporter, and you will never have him any other way

He's your own merc Ken <3

KANO

Ok so you're into big boy murderer with over 30 felonies, love that for you!

Lets take a look at his profile: he's a wanted criminal around the world, owns a weapon dealing company, kills people just cuz, and is the boss of the deadliest people alive. If you're not catching the drift, he adores every inch of you

I dont even think this is OOC, judging by... *looks him up and down* ...his mannerisms, I 100% believe he likes hyperfeminine guys, ESPECIALLY you

He is emanating "sugar daddy of twink" vibes, I mean just look at him!!!1!!1

He is filthy rich (filthy and rich) and honestly when you're with him, your hands are gonna be softer due to lack of effort, and you forget what the texture of money feels like

Transacting money? That's too serious of work, let HIM handle that, your job is to look pretty, have fun and drain his savings

Just kidding! It's impossible to drain his savings, cuz did i mention he's absolutely DIRT RICH?

This man quite literally worships the ground you step on, somehow more than the last two. He would dig out the entire earth by hand if you even IMPLIED that you wanted him to do it. He has the power, he has the arms, he has the money, and he has the time; anything you want, he will get it for you

Is honestly pissed off he can't give you a galaxy, because you deserve one in his eyes

OH you glanced for 0.00001 zeptoseconds at that blush palette in a mall window? Hold on for a second, the company will hand deliver you 10 samples of each product they've ever produced, just for you and all for free!!!!

Don't worry! It's not like Kano hired people to hold them at gunpoint to give those to you... heh

Same goes with clothes! You're on TV or insta and you come across a model walk ad and you stare a bit too long at an outfit? "Give me a moment, love. I just gotta attend this... uhm...business meetin' about... business things these cunts are talking about. You understand, right sweetie? Yes, I'll get you somethin' on my way back, I promise!"

A few hours later, he returns and reveals he won an auction for the exact outfit you were looking at, and he had a box of donuts in another hand. He promised he'd get you something!

Istg it's like a spidey sense this man has. You don't even have to look at something for him to know you like it, it's like he's reading your thoughts like a newspaper. Don't stress yourself out about asking him for something, he can sense it :) no need to worry your cute, anxious head, just sit there and he'll figure everything out

This man is too obsessed with you, to the point where no shame is present like at all. You want him to wear a cute girly outfit in pink? He already put it on before you said anything. You want to match outfits? Bought 10 pairs in all shades (notice how I didn't say colors since he obviously only picked the shades of your favorite color already). You want to put makeup on him? He's sat in your chair, patiently waiting. There is quite literally nothing this man won't do or allow you to do

If some unfortunate idiot even thought about you negatively, Kano wouldn't say anything. He'd laugh and make jokes about them to you. "Old, busted twat ova the' didn't like yer outfit. I could tell in his eyes he thought it was tacky. Don't worry about it sweetie, I won't interrupt our day"

the reason why he lets it slide is because Black Dragon members are around you at all times; it's a protective measure he implemented when you two got together.

The moment you and Kano turn the corner and are out of earshot, the members will come out of nowhere and deal with him. And soon, everybody tool the hint that you're off limits

If you're a huge fan of pop culture, then this man is the most receptive to it. It doesn't matter how strange it is to him that calling somebody a cunt was a good thing, but if it made your pretty face giggle, he'd gladly say it for you all the time.

I'm sure he does not understand a single thing you say, but it's alright, as long as you're laughing, comfortable, and happy, so is he. So say all the references to your hearts desire! Kano will just smile (him and that damn smirk), give you a kiss and be happy that you're having fun

OH but if you love music, then he is 100% blasting their songs for you every day. When you're not looking, Kano will go online and search for every merch the artist has released and buy them in bulk, surprising you the next day with literal boxes worth of merchandise.

If the artist is really popular, then you best believe he's flying you to every single country the artist tours in so you get to hear them perform again and again

It's what his lovie deserves

If you watch drag race, then he will instantly become invested in it just for you.

Will demand that you two watch together and will honestly be upset if you watch even a minute without him (just as a plus, this is the only thing you could possibly do to make him upset)

He'll invest himself in the runways, the challenges, the humor, the references, because if you're invested in something, he wants to be too!

If he catches wind of who your favorite drag queen is, he's contacting them and hiring them to perform just for you and to hang out with you for the night. 100%!!! Because, let me reiterate, he has the money and power to do so

You deserve to have fun, don't stress yourself about people who won't accept you, or if xyz will affect ABC, let HIM worry about those things.

You deserve the endless pampering and you deserve him

Overall, if you and Kano get together, he will be your sanctuary, which is kinda ironic based off of his criminal history. When you're with him, he will make SURE that you express yourself so fully and honestly that you're exhausted, and he will take care of you until the world explodes. Nothing will happen to you when you're with him, no judgement or unacceptance will come out of his lips or actions, every aspect and component of you, he worships.

(authors notes)

Whoooo damn this was long! I had a lot of fun and a lot of this was self-indulgent if u couldn't tell. Sorry if it sucks, this is my first time writing fanfics and I went through this purely based off of vibes. Have fun, stay safe and love yourselves, my ruffles.

Have a good day :>

[ruckooos]

Wait hi i saw u write for SF6, can i have Ryu x gn!reader? It can be short, but just some fluff pls? Thanks!

RUCKOOOS' NOTES: MY FIRST STREET FIGTHTER ASK???-?&÷>#[MEISIDHOWJSJWIEJEIOW. This fic has such a fucking corny title I'm so sorry but I'm too uncreative to think about anything else

CONTENT: awkward and soft Ryu. Domestic fluff. Medium length hc's. He accidentally bruises Y/N so there's that.

CW: This fic is also probably ooc. This is my blog leave me alone 😭 I wanna be happy in my delusional world

Ryu Are My Sunshine

Sf6!Ryu x gn!reader MEGA HC

so you're got with the autistic, aro-ace dilf, despite all the celibate odds, you finally bagged him. Congrats!!!!

This man is more familiar with knuckles than he is with palms, so at the very beginning of your guys' relationship, it was kinda rocky and awkward.

after a whole life of dedicating himself to self-control and martial arts, you just felt like you were a breath of fresh air. Him letting loose with you didn't feel like a betrayal to his beliefs or vows, you felt like a pocket of air in the dark, dark waters.

He loves you dearly, more than martial arts tho? Hmmmm tbh I can't make up my mind. He loves you both dearly, then.

Surprisingly understanding! You would think that the man who's only interaction with people mainly consisted with them beating him to the ground (and vice versa), would know not a single thing about love ---but no!

IF he's understanding and loving and mature, why was the relationship awkward? Well, dear friend, it's because he's going based off of pure intuition.

Sometimes he'd seek advice from Ken or other acquaintances, but he never felt it to be right. He was constantly questioning himself, doubting and worrying about you and himself; it was a completely different field than he's familiar with.

But since it was for you, he was determined to figure it out. (awww)

It's probably the constant meditation that he does, but he seems to eerily know everything there is to know. Either it's his pure intuition honed by decades of practice, or he really loves you that much.

let's say, for example, you aren't really a huge fan of words of affirmation (me fr). As a man who is, whom I believe to be, physical-touch averse, words of affirmation were kinda his only way to convey support. It kinda made him feel like he couldn't show he loved you at all.

But since he loves you more than he's ever loved anybody before, he'd figure it out pretty quickly. He'd probably deduce that you've had a bad history of trust and people lying, and he'd immediately switch his gears and change his ways for you.

"I see... what must I do for you then? Would it be better if I offer my presence? Or should I bring you something that you'd like?"

Mature as hell. Responsible as hell. It's honestly whiplash-inducing the way he always just... gets you.

If you two have an argument- ykw scratch that you two will never have an argument, you'll have a clash of ideas. An argument entails a typically heated exchange of differing ideas; well lucky for you, this man is never heated at all.

If you were feeling uncomfortable with something he did/does, he wouldn't try to defend himself and believe you were overreacting. He would immediately try to understand why it made you uncomfortable, then change his ways with celerity.

If you were truly angry at him for something that happened, I genuinely do not feel like he would burst right back. He'd just stay there, not interrupting or jabbing in to defend himself. Ryu's first instinct is to always understand your side first.

When you're done, he'd apologize profusely and humbly for whatever made you upset, then explaining his side of the story and why it happened, then closing off the altercation with a vow to not do it again.

If you were extra mad and fuming that day, he'd take it a step further and hold your face in between his hands, and press his forehead against yours. Ryu won't say anything, just silence, like the thoughts would leave his mind and travel into your skull through the connection, his sincerity entering your mind.

Might allow you to hug for a while if you're still a bit shaken.

But if the argument was truly truly bad (which I doubt he would ever let happen, but hey there's a first for everything), I do think he'd raise his voice slightly.

If you were altercating about something serious, so serious that he actually did feel like he had to quickly explain himself, he'd interrupt you sharply. His voice would be above his usual monotone, gentle tone and escalate to a firm, loud, but still kinda gentle, voice.

"I am so sick and tired everytime I try to t--" "That is not what happened, Y/N."

It stunned you, honestly. It was not a threatening tone in the slightest, but it had a force that just made you lose your voice

Yeah you two would have somewhat of an argument once every rainbow moon, but would hRyu ever physically touch you? Never. Never never never never never never never.

Even in his most deluded, most outraged, most delirious state of mind, it is in Ryu's coding to never lay a finger on you with the intent of malice. Literally never.

he knows his strength, he knows his power, he knows what he's capable of. Ryu would never in his life move to harm you, physically or verbally or psychologically, never.

But has he ever let some anger leak out? For the sake of angst, I'll say yes.

The first time, you guys were altercating about how you were feeling like he wasn't paying as much mind to you as you wanted him to. He felt offended because Ryu loves you more than the world, therefore it kind of felt impossible that he wasn't giving you attention.

One thing led to another and he gently (or so he thought) but his hands on your shoulders as a way to symbolize that he wanted you to truly hear him out and take his words to heart.

under the pressure of defending himself, he didn't realize the amount of force he was putting in his fingers, and it only snapped Ryu back to reality when he saw you wince, the flesh on your arm turning a light shade of purple.

His heart shattered immediately. he forgot everything he was thinking, saying, doing, letting go of you instantly and just staring in horror at what his fingers did.

He was convinced that he had abused you, and got on his knees apologizing. You could hear in the stumble of his usually collected voice that he was starting to cry.

You both instantly forgot about the argument, and you had to convince him that it wasn't that bad at all, it was just a bit of pressure that made the skin redder than it actually was.

But he wasn't listening. he had to resign himself back to his sakura training grounds, taking what happened as a sign that he needed to control himself much more than he already was.

He just wanted to take care of you. (MY SHAYLAAA)

Now let's get away from the sad. Let's go to what you guys do together as lovers!

This man is trad lover 3000. Flowers every time he sees you, handpicked and arranged according to your favorite color. I don't think he'd smile often, more like a slight curl of the lips, but his eyes would be less gloomy and occupied. His eyes were... alive.

Would he spoil you? I think in moderation. Let's not forget this man has an actual property where he lives when he's not fighting, and his finances are MANAGED. This man canonically has a black card btw.

So he's not poor/struggling in the slightest, but he isn't filth rich either. I'd say he's teetering a bit higher than middle middle class.

So with that said, if you expressed that you wanted something, he'll get it for you no doubt. But he isn't sugar daddy level where you look at something and he gets ten models of it, no.

I'd imagine Ryu wouldn't want a materialistically needy partner; he'd prefer a partner who can handle themselves and their expenditures, while also leaving room for him to express his gift-giving love.

Since we all know this man isn't really into physical touch; what if his partner was?

Well, he'd tolerate it. Holding hands is already way above his comfort zone, even in private, but with you... he doesn't know why but it feels like with you, it's all alright.

So just for scale, holding hands is a huge loan for him already.

But what if you were really really really into physical touch? Like symbiotic latching creature level physical touch? Then he'd take a deep breath and take it.

If you're both lying down in bed, then he'd allow you to just snuggle up to his side and just fall asleep latched onto him. If you two are just hanging around in his or your house, I feel he'd occasionaly indulge you in a piggy back ride. Keyword: occasionally

But carrying you bridal style? Yeah I think he'd do tbh.

This is kinda off topic so I'm sorry, but you cannot look at this man's arms and tell me dead in the eyes you wouldn't want him to carry you.

ANYWAYS BACK TO THE REAL HCS :P

Does he like physical touch? Not at all. Does he like physical touch from you? yes absolutely 100% do whatever you want, he coo

BUT HE DRAWS THE LINE AT PDA. Not even hand holding is allowed outside. The most you can do is walk next to each other, even shoulder to shoulder is pushing it 😭

overall this man is the greenest of the green flags. marry him asap and give him lots of kisses and love x.

FINAL NOTES: OK damn. this was sooooooo long! i have so much more ideas for this hunk so if you want those then comment "grilled cheese" and I'll make it.

[ruckooos]

INTRO (more cleaned up version)

SOME THINGS ABOUT ME

hai hai hai!! :))

Ok so first: my name is AKI or Ruckoos or wtv u prefer :-) I am genderfluid achillean and Filipino (PINOYS REPRESENTT)

My pronouns are (he/they), and if you're comfy enough, I use (vi/viself) neopronouns!

I am 15, so I only do/interact with sfw things here. I beseech that you do the same.

I, personally, am a Satanist, but alllll religions are welcome here :>>

I'm homeschooled, so I am chronically active on here lolzz :33

I wanna be a cinematographer/game dev when I grow up

I have Adhd

My favorite movies are Everything Everywhere All At Once, Flow and Parasite

My favorite book is Fahrenheit 451, with Crime and Punishment a close second

My favorite artists are Ethel Cain, Eartheater, Arca, FKA Twigs and Björk

My favorite character OAT is A.K.I from sf6

!!!RULES FOR INTERACTING!!!

ok lets start with the big ones

I do NOT want: pro-1sra3l weirdos; p3d0s, MAPs or wtv you gross things call yourselves; proshippers; right-wingers; people who don't support LGBTQIA+ rights; people who don't support women's rights; people who don't support POC rights; ableists; zoos.

you get the gist.

My comments will always be open for discussions and, self-explanatorily, comments! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not get into scuffles or fights or heavy arguments, I want my blog to be our little campfire where we can huddle and talk; no matter your side on the argument, wether you're right or wrong, wether I agree with you or not, this isn't the place for that. Any and all forms of harassment to me or my ruffles (thats what I call u guys 🙈) will be blocked on sight.

!!!RULES FOR ASKING!!!

When you ask, specify the:

pov (m!reader, trans!reader, amab!reader, gn!reader, f!reader, child!reader)

characters (can be as many as u want! But 4-5 max if you want quick response)

and genre (fluff, comfort, angst, headcannon, drabble, full fic (with a storyline)

Also if you plan on being a recurring ruffle in my blog and you wanna remain anonymous, then claim an emoji!

🎭, 🍥, 🏵️(Claimed)

🪐🫧☃️🫐🍟🛼🎪🕹️🧸🔆🌀🔸

I DONT WRITE FOR:

NSFW of any kind

Polyamory (nothing against it, just not comfortable enough to portray it)

Religious themed, Abuse, drug abuse, yandere, sh

character x character

Adult x child romance (the child!reader was, is, and always will be platonic)

I write for the following characters:

MK11:

baraka, cassie cage, cetrion, erron black, frost, fujin, jacqui, geras, jade, jax, johhny cage (old and young), rambo, kabal, kano, kitana, kotal khan, kung lao, liu kang, mileena, noob saibot, raiden, rain, hanzo, shao kahn, skarlet, spawn, sub-zero, terminator

MK1:

Noob saibot, homelander, shang tsung, general shao, havik, reptile/syzoth, kenshi, scorpion, bi-han, liu kang, johnny cage, geras, rain/zeffeero, kung lao, baraka, smoke, omni-man, reiko

SF6:

Ryu, Luke, Ed, Guile, ken, dee jay, Manon, jp, rashi, A.K.I (my beloved), mai, kimberly, juri

TEKKEN:

Kazuya, Eddy Gordo, Jin, Victor, Lars, Paul, King, Asuka, Hwoarang, Claudio, Bryan, Raven, Azucena, yoshimitsu, Shaheen

DBD:

Wraith, Trapper, the Shape, Doctor, Legiom (all of them), Ghostface, Oni, Executioner, Wesker, Knight, Dracula, David, Yui, Zarina, Felix, Elodie, Jonah, Vittorio, Gabriel Soma

do note that the main reason why i don't write for some characters is bc my comfort with writing them is purely situational. if a character u wanna order isn't on the list then still try to shoot me a dm and I'll tell if you if I'm comfortable enough or not. But the characters I do list are free game tho.

(may or may not add rainbow six siege and call of duty 👀, but not yet tho so stay tuned)

MASTERLIST + QUEUED UP WORKS

[ruckooos]

Went to sleep at 5 AM last night and woke up to see 3 new asks in my inbox. Keeping yall FED this weekend

[ruckooos]

RUCKOOOS' MASTERLIST

(note that I also add fics that I'm working on/are on queue, so stay tuned here to see what I'll post next!)

MORTAL KOMBAT

BLACK DRAGON TRIO x GN!READER THAT BITES

MK11 KENSHI TRAINING DAUGHTER

BLACK DRAGON TRIO x HYPERFEM!AMAB!READER

MK11 KANO x MUSCULAR F!READER (making)

SMUG MK1 RAIN x VERY SHORT READER

MK1 KUNG LAO AND JOHNNY CAGE x ASTRONOMY!GN!READER (queued)

MK11 SHANG TSUNG x F!Goth!Sonya-twin!reader (queued)

MK11 BLACK DRAGON TRIO MOVIE MARATHON x GN!READER

STREET FIGHTER 6

RYU x GN!READER HC'S

AKI x GN!ARTIST!READER HC (QUEUE)

MANON x AUTISTIC!M!READER (QUEUE)

ED x GN!READER (QUEUE)

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Erm... so about that...

I surprisingly had so much things to do on the weekend that I legit had no time, but TRUST ME BY MONDAY NIGHT (Philippine time), I'LL CHURN OUT SOME GRUB FOR YOU RUFFLES

If you requested:

Muscular f!reader x Kano

Mk11!Kunglao and Johnny x Astronomy!reader

Gn!reader x domestic!sf6!Ryu

Mk1!Rain x short!f!reader

Mk11!black dragon trio x gn!reader in a movie marathon

I PROMISE YOU YOUR REQUESTS ARE ALL QUEUED UP AND BEING WORKED ON AS WE SPEAK

Me asf:

Went to sleep at 5 AM last night and woke up to see 3 new asks in my inbox. Keeping yall FED this weekend