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Addicted to you-Chp.16

Pairing: Minchan (brief mention of OT8)

Word Count: 4943

Summary: Chan takes the news better than expected and they end up having a casual date night. The next day Chan has a little surprise for him, making things official for the two of them in private.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, hate comments, date night, they're just stupidly in love, fluffy shit, soft!insecure!minho, soft!protective!chan

Chp.15 | Chp. 17

"Why?" Chan asked, hesitantly.

"Why?" Minho repeated quietly. "Do I have to give you a profound reason so you'll allow me to?" he asked, a little sour.

Chan noticed the tension in his voice and quickly shook his head. "No, of course not. I just…wanted to know, I guess." Minho didn't answer and chewed on his lower lip nervously. "Do you want to tell me?" he added carefully.

"Because I still feel like shit, Chan, that's why," Minho finally said. "I can't just cover that up by playing a happy boyfriend, having amazing sex, and pretending in front of the kids."

Now, it was his turn to remain silent, unsure of how he should react to that. He opened his mouth but closed it again, feeling a little overwhelmed by the revelation. "Is it that bad that you're only pretending to be happy?" he asked hesitantly. Minho let go of his hands with a huff. "Minnie, don't get mad, I'm trying to understand you."

"Well, you're kind of fucking it up. Just forget I said anything," Minho said and tried to scoot away from him, wanting to get away from him. But Chan wrapped his arm around his torso, holding him close. "Chan."

"Don't run from me again. I mean it, I want to understand you. It's just the first time one of you approached me about something like this. I don't know what to say and I’m nervous. So if I seem insensitive, I'm sorry," he told him calmly. Minho groaned frustrated, but leaned his body against him once more. His mind screamed at him to distance himself. His body craved the warmth he’s just got back, after yearning for it for so long. "Please don’t shut me out. Tell me, Min."

"You act like something major has to happen for someone to go to therapy. You thought about ending your life, but backed out because you were scared. You decided not to go to therapy. Not everyone needs a drastic reason to get help," he told him more firmly than he had wanted to.

Chan swallowed hard but reminded himself to stay calm. Minho was on edge and may snap at any moment. "Okay let me put it differently then. I don’t mind if you went to therapy, Min. I know me staying up late and waking you when I finally come to bed annoys you. I wouldn't judge you for going to therapy because I know how much the kids asking where the fucking remote is bothers you. I don't care about the reason. I'd just like to know so I know how to support you."

"It's just a lot of minor things I have to work on. I let all the hate get to me. I feel like a complete fuck-up because my knee is injured and I can't do my job properly. I'm insecure about losing so much weight. I feel like I failed you all by letting myself get to this point and not caring about what it does to others. I'm scared I'll be depressed once you leave because honestly, the time we were fighting was awful. I’ve had you back for a day and I don’t want to lose this small moment of happiness," he rambled on. "I don't trust myself anymore. I lost my confidence on that stage I collapsed on. I feel like I have to function around you and not with you so you won't feel like I'm not good enough..which is totally on me," he continued, tears burning in his eyes. Chan grew very quiet behind him, letting him get his feelings off his chest. "I feel like I fucked up with Felix by showing him how broke I was. I always try to protect him, and yet he’s seen me at my worst. And having sex with him didn’t help. I snapped at Hannie when he asked me to eat after I had been skipping meals for days. I almost gave him a panic attack. I told Hyunjin to fuck off when he tried stopping me from the extra dance practices because of my knee. Seungmin's sassy comments and Changbin fooling around during practice completely pissed me off, and I let them have it afterwards. I completely neglected our baby when he asked for comfort after getting hate online because I was so caught up in my own head…I was awful to all of them, and still, they wrote those sweet letters. Which I feel like I don't deserve..and-."

"Okay, slow down," he said gently as Minho trembled in his arms, tears running down his cheeks. "None of the kids are judging you or have hard feelings about any of this. It was their idea to write the letters and make sure you know they love you no matter what. You saw how excited they were talking to you today and the possibility of visiting. So yes, you deserve every single word of affection they wrote in their letters," Chan told him very gently, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles. "You're right, I don't need you to avoid working with me because I don't do that around you. You're not a fuck-up. You just need some time off to get better before stealing the hearts of everyone at our shows again with those moves of yours."

Minho chuckled sadly and rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up."

Chan smiled and kissed his temple. "I mean it. You'll gain your confidence back soon enough once you can perform properly again. You're working on the weight aspect, and you know every one of us is willing to support you. I don't know what to tell you about the hate because that's something we all suck at dealing with."

"You really do," he nodded. He stopped counting how many times one of the members searched for comfort in him when it all became too much to bear. Minho felt safe to all the members, and he was always there.

"My point is you're not alone, Minho. You never are. I know you want to work on all the little things to function again. But I want you to do it for yourself. You deserve to be happy and comfortable because you want to be. And if therapy is what you need, you should definitely go for it," Chan told him encouragingly. "Maybe we can even search for someone together and make an appointment for you?"

Minho pressed his lips together tightly and swallowed down his tears. He didn't think Chan would take the news with this level of ease and care. "Thank you," he breathed out.

Chan shook his head. "Thank you for telling me," he said, squeezing him lovingly. "We'll get you through this, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded bravely and cuddled up against him.

Minho pulled the zipper up on his jacket and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. Although he was tired after the bath, they decided to take a walk after dinner. The evening temperature brought chills down his spine, as goosebumps began to creep up due to the cold. He was walking next to Chan, who did his best to walk slowly without making it obvious to others who they were. Of course Minho noticed the attempt, but he thought it was rather sweet. They had spent the evening searching for a therapist who seemed fitting to Minho and had sooner availability for an appointment. Luckily, one of them had an open slot tomorrow morning due to a cancellation.

Chan let Minho take the lead. After all, it was his hometown. He was glad they found someone relatively quickly and hoped Minho would feel comfortable with them. She seemed very kind and professional on the phone, at least. He glanced at Minho as the wind blew his hair in his face. Giggling softly, he took off his beanie and put it on his head, gently brushing a few strands of hair beneath it. "Better?"

Minho felt a lot warmer almost immediately and nodded. "What about you?" he asked and gently fixed Chan's natural curls.

"I'm alright," he assured him with a smile and looked into his eyes, admiring the way they sparkled in the light. "I wish I could kiss you right now," he confessed quietly.

"What?" he giggled, surprised at the sudden outburst.

"You just look so adorable, baby." Chan smiled happily.

Minho blushed and punched his arm softly. "Stop it. You’re making me blush."

"Make me," Chan teased.

"You’re lucky we’re out in public, or I would," he smirked before turning a little to the side, noticing the street they were on. He pointed down the street. "There’s a shop that has really great ice cream a little further down the road if you'd like."

"I thought you were cold?" he giggled.

Minho pouted softly. "But it's so tasty, Channie hyung."

Chan giggled adoringly and rolled his eyes fondly. "Is it far away?" he asked. They've already been walking for a while after all.

"Not that far, no," he told him hopefully, and Chan agreed to take the journey. It was a little further away than Minho had thought, and Chan noticed the subtle limp in his steps before he spoke up. "Channie?" he asked at the pulsing pain radiating and grabbed his arm, lifting up his injured leg to take off some weight for a moment.

"You need to take a break?" he asked, and his boyfriend nodded. Chan looked around, but there wasn't a bench in sight. "I'll carry you the rest of the way. Hop on my back, baby."

"Channie, you really don't have to. We can go back the other direction. There's a bench about five minutes from here," he told him.

"You really wanted some ice cream, so we're getting it," Chan told him and turned around, crouching down a little. "Come on."

Minho playfully rolled his eyes before doing as he said and letting Chan carry him. He exhaled, relieved as the pain slowly subsided, and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Thank you, darling," he said softly.

"Of course, Min," he smiled. As they reached the small store, he let him down carefully. Minho’s face contorted slightly at the pressure back on his knee, but he adjusted to the pressure and stood tall. They went into the shop and to the counter to order their ice cream. Chan paid before lifting him up again and stepping close to the counter so Minho could hold them in his hands.

"Let's go find somewhere we can sit," Minho suggested and tried his ice cream, humming softly. "You want some?" he asked, and Chan nodded. Minho moved Chan's in front of his face, not really seeing what he was doing. Chan laughed as the ice cream met his nose. Minho started giggling and carefully wiped it off with his thumb, licking the ice cream off. "Yours is good as well."

"You could've just told me you wanted to try some instead of shoving it up my nose," Chan teased him. Minho chuckled as he held it up for him again. Chan was finally able to taste his own. "Oh, that's actually pretty good."

"Told you," he smiled, satisfied, and continued eating his own.

A few minutes later, Chan finally found a bench for them to sit and gently placed him down. He sat down next to him and giggled softly at the sight of Minho's hands. Due to holding both ice cream cones, he hadn't been able to keep them from melting. It was slowly dripping down his fingers, and they were surprised that none of it had dripped on their clothes. Chan pulled out a tissue from his pocket and jogged over to a small fountain, making it a little wet. He went back and lovingly cleaned his hands for him before taking his ice cream.

"Thank you, Channie love," he smiled and finished his own.

"You’re welcome, darling. Hey, do you wanna take a selfie and post it?" Chan suggested. "To show everyone you're okay after the incident on stage."

"Right, I haven't been online or anything since then," Minho nodded, agreeing, and took out his phone. After taking off the beanie, he took a few pictures, and they searched for their favorite. "What do I write as a caption?"

"No idea, honestly," Chan said.

"Date night with Channie love," Minho grinned, and Chan groaned softly.

"I wish," he admitted.

Minho gently patted his thigh for a moment. "I know, me too." He zoomed in a little and contorted his face at the dark patches beneath his eyes. "I still look like shit."

"You look tired, Minho, that's all. It's probably good if people see that and don't think we're dramatizing the whole situation," Chan reminded him kindly.

"Fair point," he sighed softly and started to write a caption for the picture they'd picked out. He added a second one of him and Felix at the hospital as well, where Felix hugged him and he smiled into the camera bravely. "Is that enough drama?"

"That's good," Chan laughed at Minho's theatrical sigh. Minho handed him his phone to let him read through it.

Slowly getting better and taking some time off. What better way to start your exile than a visit by the ones who are responsible for it 👀💕

"Always so dramatic," Chan giggled.

"You wanted drama, here you are," he smirked and took his phone back, uploading the post. Only seconds later, his phone lit up with several notifications of likes and comments. Minho unlocked his phone, scrolling through them, and smiled at his fans' sweet messages and encouragement. He leaned closer to Chan, letting him read along as some mentioned what a great leader he was, visiting him. "If they only knew what a visit from you actually meant," Minho smirked, and Chan laughed out loud.

"Came here for comfort, had great sex instead," Chan said, pretending to type a comment, and Minho started laughing.

"Channiee," he shook his head and looked back at the comments. His smile faltered seeing a few more comments rolled in.

You're back already? I was happy hearing I wouldn't have to see your stupid face for a month. Loved seeing you fall like that on stage, I hope it hurt.

Always knew they'd be better off without him. Should've stayed eliminated.

Chan had still been looking at him and frowned softly at the sudden change in his mood. He glanced back at the screen, and his heart sank as Minho didn't have a sassy reply in store but remained quiet. "Minnie…" Chan gently eased his phone out of his hand and blocked those users for him. “They don’t know what you’re going through.”

Minho swallowed down the lump forming in his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Can we go back?" he asked quietly, suddenly feeling sick.

"Wait a second. I'll send their account to our staff so they can keep track of their ID and-"

"Chan, please," Minho shook his head tiredly. "It's just a comment. I don't know how many more will show up. Telling staff won't make a difference. I love you for trying to help, but there's no use in chasing anonymous bullies," he told him quietly and could barely meet his eyes.

Chan handed him back his phone and nodded. "You're probably right…Listen, I know that's probably not what you want to hear right now, but don't focus too much on that one hate comment, okay? You received a lot more sweet and loving comments," he told him gently.

Minho had to smile at Chan, using his own words from a few months ago. "When did you get so smart, huh?"

"I learn fast," Chan smiled kindly. "I think it's time to take your own advice to heart, kitten."

Minho glanced up at him, and his face softened immensely. "I missed that one," he confessed.

"Oh, really?" Chan asked, knowing how much he could make him melt with just that one word.

"Too bad we're in public. It makes me really want to kiss you and snuggle up in your arms," he told him.

"Don't tease," he sighed softly. "Let's go back, I want my kiss," Chan jumped up, deciding to give them a better reason to return to Minho's home. Minho made grabby hands in his direction, and he pulled him up.

A low moan slipped from his lips once he stood, and he let go of Chan's hand, carefully reaching down to check his knee. "Fuck," he breathed out. "I think I really overdid it today."

Chan knew there was no way Minho would be able to walk the 15 minute journey back home. "I'll carry you. And tomorrow, we'll take a shorter route."

"Okay," he nodded and apologized as Chan lifted him up once again. "If you keep doing this, your back will be fucked up by the time my knee is healed."

"You're not that heavy," Chan chuckled. But not even a moment later, he corrected himself. "You never are, you know." He reminded himself about Minho’s insecurity about his weight.

Minho noticed the effort and smiled to himself. "If you say so." About five minutes into their journey, he was starting to feel sleepy and rested his head on his shoulder tiredly. Chan kept on rambling on about something, but Minho couldn't keep his attention on him. All he did was slowly get pulled into a deep sleep as Chan's voice softly reverberated through his body, softly rumbling against his chest.

Chan noticed the quietness and chuckled softly. "Are you tired, kitten?"

"Mhmm," Minho hummed quietly, already having trouble keeping his eyes open. "I think I'm gonna fall asleep."

"That's okay, I know the way back," he assured him and smiled softly as Minho buried his face partly in his neck. Minho planted a tiny kiss on his neck and giggled at Chan's pleased hum. Chan could tell he was asleep as he felt his breathing slow down against his back. He was glad he'd only have to walk for another two minutes as Minho’s body weight became heavier because he was asleep. Once he reached the house, he pressed the doorbell, knowing there was no chance he'd reach the keys in Minho's pocket.

Luckily, Minho’s parents were still up and opened the door. "Is he okay?" his father asked worriedly.

"He's fine. We walked a little too much, so I carried him back since he was in a bit of pain," he told them. "He fell asleep on the way back."

"Oh, did you carry him all the way back?" his mother asked, and Chan nodded. "Make sure to be careful with your back."

"That's what he said too" Chan giggled and carefully let Minho down, quickly turning around. Minho winced softly and slumped against him sleepily. "Shh, it's okay. I'm just taking off your jacket, alright?" he asked, and Minho hummed, letting him proceed. Chan took off the beanie as well and lovingly brushed back his hair before picking him up again, in the front this time.

Minho wrapped his legs and arms around him, burying his face in his neck comfortably, not even noticing his parents watching them.

"Let's get you to bed," Chan said, adjusting his weight slightly. "Hold on tight, okay?"

"Kay," Minho mumbled drowsily and locked his hands together behind his neck as Chan carried him up the stairs.

Chan kept talking to him quietly on the way up, trying to keep him awake long enough to get into bed. Minho chuckled sleepily at something he said and tightened the grip of his arms around his neck.

Minho's mother watched the two as they walked away, hoping that Chan and her son would be figuring things out together from now on. He seemed so much happier with him around. It usually was her son taking care of others. It was good to see someone who looked after him with so much care and consideration. With so much love. Exchanging a look with her husband told her he was having similar thoughts.

Chan sat Minho down at the edge of his bed and kneeled down in front of him, untying his shoes for him. He gently helped him out of his sweater and pulled a shirt of his own over his head, knowing Minho loved stealing his clothes. Once Minho was ready for bed, he made grabby hands in his direction.

"Channie, lovee," he whined cutely, already falling asleep again.

"I'll be there in a moment, baby. I promise," he chuckled and closed the bedroom curtains. He set an alarm for tomorrow morning and slipped into bed. Minho scooted closer to him, pushing his leg between Chan's, and buried his face in his chest. Chan cuddled him close and soothingly massaged his scalp.

Minho suddenly pulled back. "Wait, I promised you a kiss," he said, making Chan giggle and quickly connect their lips.

Chan couldn't help but smile at how slow and lazy the kiss was. "Night, baby," he said softly as he pulled back.

"Night, love," Minho smiled before cuddling into his embrace again.

The next day, he had his first therapy session. Originally, Chan was going to pick him up once it was over. But he got a text from Minho telling him to pick him up somewhere around the corner from the building. Chan made his way around the building, and found Minho about a half block away leaning against the wall. A quick glance told him that Minho had been crying, and he looked rather tired. Chan took a pair of sunglasses from his jacket and walked over to him, handing them over to him. "Hey there," he said softly.

"Hey," he smiled tiredly and put them on, thanking him quietly. In case they were surprised by the media trying to take photos, no one could see his teary eyes.

Chan walked closely next to him and didn't quite know where to start. "Do you want to grab something to eat and go back home?"

"No," he shook his head and chewed his lower lip. "I could really use a hug right now."

His face softened, and he opened his arms for him, welcoming him in a warm hug. "Do you want to talk about it?" he offered gently, lovingly rubbing his back.

"It was..a lot. I think I overwhelmed her for a moment, telling her roughly about what was happening in my life. She tried to organize my chaos a little so we can work on everything in the following sessions," Minho explained. "I also told her about us since she isn't allowed to talk to anyone about this. I hope that's okay."

"Of course it is," he nodded.

"She said, judging by my emotional state right now, combined with my knee injury that's taking a toll on me, it'll take a while to work this all out. I can see her once a week though, as long as my schedule allows," he continued.

"We'll make it work, and if it doesn't because we're on tour or something, you can still do it online," Chan assured him. "There'll always be a way to find time."

"I'll tell the others soon so they know, but…what about the staff and fans?" he asked. "I mean, I can't drive back home once a week without anyone noticing."

Chan hummed, agreeing. "I don't think our staff and management will support the idea of telling the fans. But it's your decision, so I wouldn't worry too much about that. We can still ask the others their opinion as well," he suggested, and Minho agreed before pulling back. Chan smiled and gently wiped away a tear from his cheek, handing him a tissue.

"Gosh, I hate this," Minho cursed softly before blowing his nose. "I'm so emotional, it’s embarrassing."

"I think it's adorable," Chan tried to cheer him up.

"Me crying all the time?" he asked, trying to be irritated, but unable to hold it together. "You're not serious. So far, you told me you have a thing for me being mad, and now this?" he giggled. “You’re such a weirdo.”

"Seeing you smile is worth being a weirdo," he said, and Minho gently punched his chest.

He sniffled softly and threw the tissue into a bin nearby. "Fine, let's go and get some cookies."

"Cookies?" he asked, and Minho nodded.

"Just wait and see," he said, walking beside him. They walked in a comfortable silence for a little bit, but then Minho quietly stopped in his tracks. "Channie?" he asked, a little timid.

"Yeah?" he glanced back at him as Minho stopped walking. "What's wrong?"

"Can I hold your hand?" he asked softly. "I'll come up with an excuse, don't worry. I could just use some emotional support." He hadn't quite finished his sentence when Chan was already beside him, taking his hand.

"You can hold my hand whenever you want to, kitten," he promised, and Minho smiled sweetly, intertwining their fingers and continuing their journey. They reached another small store a little later, and Chan let him pick out a few cookies for them.

Once they were back outside, Minho glanced at him. "You know you don't have to pay for everything. I'm not broke," he chuckled.

"You always spoil the kids. Let me spoil you," he grinned. "Should we eat them back at yours?"

"Why the hell do you want to get back so soon? I thought you wanted to see the town," Minho laughed at him and noticed Chan blushing.

"I don't know. I just thought you would want to get some rest," he spoke gently. He nervously glanced away as Minho leaned forward to see his face.

"Channie," he giggled. "Don't lie to me, you suck at it."

"Fine, I have a surprise for you. But I can't show you in public," he groaned.

Minho grabbed a cookie from the bag and took a bite, thinking about it. "It's not like no one has seen your abs before," he teased.

"Not like that, Min," he whined.

"Too bad," he smirked, and Chan blinked at him. "I'm teasing you, relax. I'd like to be able to walk properly again at the end of my break. Taking your dick every moment we’re alone won't help reach that goal...even though I haven't so far."

"You're so naughty sometimes," Chan groaned, a blush creeping up his neck and ears.

"You love it, so stop complaining," he grinned, handing him a cookie. "But okay, let's go back. Now I'm curious."

Chan laughed as Minho took his hand again, pulling him with him. He didn't stop trying to make him laugh all the way back, and Minho seemed a lot better than before. Minho handed him the bag with only a few cookies left and unlocked the door. Chan stepped inside and yelped in surprise as Minho threw the door closed and pushed him against it smoothly. He blinked at him and blushed at his loving gaze. "Hi?"

Minho smirked succeedingly before kissing him passionately. Chan dropped the bag and cupped his face, deepening the kiss. "Thank you for picking me up, love," he said softly before hugging him close and burying his face in his shoulder. “Needed you there.”

"Anytime," he told him and kissed his hair. "Ready for the surprise?" Minho pulled back and nodded excitedly. "It's not much."

"I don't care," he chuckled.

Chan giggled before taking his hands and searching his eyes. "Minho, I love you so much. You have no idea how much you truly mean to me. I'm so happy I got to meet you and get to know you the way I do today. I know things are a little complicated in our situation, and I wish we didn't have to hide it. But I wanted to ask you something," Chan said, lovingly fondling his knuckles with his thumbs. "I’ve wanted to since that dinner I've promised you."

"Go on," he encouraged him shyly, not quite knowing where this was heading. But he loved the way Chan was so nervous, like a little puppy.

"I know we've already kinda talked about this, but I never actually asked you. Do you want to be my secret boyfriend?" he asked with a sweet smile, eyes shimmering suspiciously.

Minho pressed his lips together as his own eyes brimmed with tears as well, and he nodded firmly. "I'd love to, Channie."

"Close your eyes, Minho baby," he said gently, and Minho did as he said. Chan took a small box from his pocket and opened it, taking out a delicate silver ring. He gently put it onto Minho's finger, whose lips parted in surprise. "Open up," he said, and Minho looked down at the ring amazed. "I want you to have this as a reminder that I love you no matter what happens or where I am."

Minho was speechless, he couldn’t believe it. He lunged forward, hugging him tightly. "It's beautiful," he whispered honestly, and Chan squeezed him tight. "I'll wear it proudly."

"If someone asks you about it, you can answer honestly. I don't mind people knowing that you mean the world to me," he told him.

"I love you, Channie," he said softly, kissing his cheek before burying his face in his shoulder.

"I love you too, Min," he answered just as softly. Chan's phone suddenly rang, and he groaned softly, pulling it from his pocket. "It's Changbin."

"Go on," Minho nodded.

Chan took the call and put him on speaker. "Yes?"

"You two lovebirds are all over the news!" he dropped the bomb on them immediately.

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necrotic-nephilim · 27 days ago

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for the choose violence ask game: 3, 8, 16 :D

for the choose violence ask game!

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

i was going to be kind enough to not screenshot but i lied i'm choosing violence. this is less of a take and more of an incorrect quote i suppose but. every time i remember it exists i stare at a wall for like 20 minutes.

most posts under the "chaotic tim drake"/"unhinged tim drake" tags do. get to me. they are all liable to make me spontaneously combust but something about this one. the way Tim's fanon kill count magically gets higher every time it's brought up. the way it directly contradicts Tim's internal deep-seated fears about turning into Bruce and that's why he has always planned to retire after being Robin the *entire point* of Tim Drake of Tomorrow is to show how horrified Tim is and how future!evil!Tim will always go too far. like i genuinely do not know what character ppl are talking about with the "Tim is most likely to become a supervillain and somehow this a cutesy headcanon" sort of thing. it plagues me. consider me plagued. i could go on and on about it for hours and how deeply it contradicts Tim's character to his core. also just why does the fandom want to make him a villain so bad? i don't understand.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

i already gave one answer to this question here, but worry not i have endless answers to this one. a bit one for me is: the idea Cass should use ASL. it icks me out. i will close a fic if Cass is using ASL i will not lie. firstly, she does not canonically know ASL. secondly, it doesn't make *sense* for her to use it bc her disability has nothing to do with the ability to speak, it has to do with her language learning skills. and ASL is, *still a language*. and would be just as difficult to learn, if not more-so bc it could set back her learning of English and would not be as easily applicable as English to her daily life. it's a headcanon that ranges from well-meaning misunderstandings to just downright ableism that infantilizes Cass and infantilizes ASL. honestly i get touchy in general about fandom using ASL when not written by a Deaf writer/someone who knows ASL bc... you can tell. you can always tell. (hearing fans stop trying to come up with sign names for the Batfam i'm gently begging you.) there are many good posts breaking down why this headcanon doesn't really work but i'm just salty and feral about it.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

the headcanon/fanon concept that Tim has lasting psychological trauma due to the Titans Tower incident, or that it has caused him to be afraid of Jason. (the same can be applied to Damian cutting Tim's line being something that Matters to Tim longterm or causes fear of Damian) like? beyond the "that is not canon, that event really didn't bother Tim and Tim was a cocky little shit the whole time", i'm unsure how this... fits into the fanon version of Tim? like i don't *understand* it. how it is that fandom likes "Tim has a super high kill count and is going to be a supervillain" but also... thinks one bad fight that roughed Tim up a bit has made him terrified of one person specifically? these feel contradictory. either he can Take The Heat or He Can't. this weird waffling where he's both the biggest badass around but also somehow a wilting traumatized kid confuses me. i don't necessarily mind the exploration of Tim being angry or pissed off about these events, or even him being more injured than he was in canon and dealing with that, but him being like. so afraid of Jason it influences their relationship has always eluded me. it contradicts everything else about fanon!Tim and makes him seem... sort of cowardly? like not that events like these can't be traumatizing but in his field of work they're not unique events. these are normal Tuesdays for him. why is it affecting him so much in fanon.

#necrotic answerings #ask game #the screenshotted post in question?#17k notes.#like. what.#(also why i didn't feel bad screenshooting it op will be okay if a couple ppl don't like it vs the masses.)#the cass using asl thing *really* irks me as a Deaf fan #it could be done well don't get me wrong #but it never is.#and now the idea of it turns me off #and i don't like it from hearing fans at all. y'all have lost the rights to it /lh #ASL is not some cute cureall. nor is it just vague hand gesturing #it is a language. her disbaility surrounds language learning. not speaking #furthermore #cass speaking is what GIVES her agency!!#her voice gives her power and control over her trauma!!!#it's Important to let her speak!!#silencing her with headcanons is weird #and ASL is not always practical for vigilantes. in fact it tends to be the opposite of practical.#i just dislike it deeply.#will i amek all of these about fanon tim drake? idk maybe.#i got a lot of opinions.

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bg-brainrot · 11 months ago

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Day 8 of the BG3 Holiday Challenge with some found family <3

Prompt: Chosen Family

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Premise: You don’t have any family left in Baldur’s Gate, so when it comes time to celebrate Midwinter, you invite the family you do have: all of your old companions that can make it. Shadowheart, Gale, Halsin, and a few others join you for a meal and gift exchange.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Holidays, post-canon, chosen family, extended family of ragtag adventurers, even volo is included

Word count: ~1.4k

“My dear, I’m afraid that staring at the clock won’t make our guests arrive any faster.” You turn to see Astarion standing at the doorway to your drawing room, holding a stack of letters. He’s dressed impeccably in his holiday best, even sporting a small red poinsettia in his lapel. Initially, he’d resisted the festive addition, but you reminded him that, while mild, a poinsettia is poisonous. Not a moment later the flower had found its way into his outfit.

You’re also adorned festively, a bright branch of holly weaved into your belt. Dressed to impress and ready to party for the Midwinter celebration, all that’s left are your guests– which aren’t due for another ten minutes. You sigh at Astarion’s words, knowing that he’s right. “How else am I supposed to spend the time?”

Astarion walks over to your seat on the coach and hands you half of the stack of letters. “Well, I figured this might be a fantastic opportunity to make sure we had an accurate headcount. In case we need to ask Gale to conjure any chairs.”

You take the letters gratefully and pat the seat next to you. He sits and you begin to sort through the papers. “Good idea, let’s see…” The first letter is from Alfira. It’s a lovely little letter, thanking you for the invitation, detailing her Midwinter plans with Lakrissa, and ending with a short little poem for the holiday. “Alfira already had plans.”

“Oh good,” Astarion says with a small clap. “I don’t think my poor ears could take yet another rendition of the Twelve Days of Midwinter.” He waves the letter in his hand as he follows up with, “Rolan also already had plans, something about Cal and Lia wanting to travel for the holiday.”

“Maybe we should have done that,” you say to Astarion, filled with more dread at hosting a party for your closest friends than you’ve had fighting any monster.

He knows you don’t really mean it, but agrees anyway. “We still have time to escape! I hear the feywild has some lovely weather.”

“How would we get to the feywild?” you ask, taking a look at the next letter in your stack.

“I don’t know, we’d figure it out,” he responds, before rolling his eyes at the letter he’s holding. “Why did you even invite Volo?”

You shrug, honestly unsure what compelled you. “He seems lonely, I guess?”

“Well, he’s still a yes,” Astarion says, grimacing.

“Good, I suppose.” You wave the letter in your hand at him, before adding, “Dame Aylin and Isobel can’t make it. Something about seeing Midwinter's arrival in each others’ arms.”

“But of course. We could have done the same, you know.”

Your love gives you a suggestive look, which you smack with your next letter. “Stop tempting me! I know we can do this, and apparently the guests we do have are looking forward to it. Remember, Gale’s immediate yes? He’s even bringing Tara.”

“Do you suppose she requires her own chair?” Astarion asks, tapping his chin with what could only be Shadowheart’s letter, its writing neat and flowing.

“I think I already took her into account for chairs.” You’re positive you had, lest you offend the great Tara. “Is that Shadowheart’s response? Did she send an update?”

Astarion looks down at the letter, as if he'd forgotten that he was holding it. “Let's see. It says, ‘Don't worry, I'm still able to make it. Is it alright if I bring the owlbear? I wasn't able to find someone to watch him.'"

You stare at Astarion who only stares back. You break the silence to ask the question on both of your minds, "Where will we put him?"

"Perhaps Gale can shrink him for the night?"

"Good idea," you say with a nod and move on to the next letter in your stack. It's a short missive from Dammon. An appreciative message, though he already has Midwinter plans as well. “Dammon was a no.”

Your love smirks, giving you a knowing look. “Likely because Karlach couldn’t make it. Still can’t make it I take it?”

“Karlach and Wyll gratefully declined,” you say, holding up their letter. It’s been written quickly, has some scorched edges, and smells deeply of sulfur– truly no mystery as to why they couldn’t make it. “But Halsin said he would be here.”

"Someone, who I think is Withers, just sent back 'no'. Hmm." Astarion looks at the small piece of parchment containing the singular word and holds it up to you. “Why did you invite Withers? Scratch that, how did you invite Withers?”

You simply raise a shoulder in a noncommittal shrug and say, “It felt rude not to invite him.”

He looks at you for a second, as if pondering whether or not it’s worth digging into the ‘how’ when a knock sounds at the door. “Oh, I suppose our first guest has arrived. Would you like to wager on who it might be?”

“Why bother,” you say with a snort, setting aside the rest of the stack and heading to the door. “We both know it’s Gale.”

Astarion laughs at your confident proclamation, and laughs even harder when you open the door to a smiling wizard, dressed in what can only be considered a holiday robe, lit up with faerie lights. Tara stands next to him, proudly wearing a red ribbon.

“Welcome! Come in, come in,” you say, waving him into your house. Once they’ve entered, you give Gale a hearty hug and Tara a small bow, which she seems to appreciate. After you take his coat and they settle in, Astarion serves them both a drink, a wine for Gale, a bowl of broth for Tara.

You spend some time talking and catching up until your next guests arrive with a soft knock.

At the door is Shadowheart, wearing a markedly less ostentatious holiday outfit, a simple green sweater with silver pants, followed closely by a large owlbear. After a quick bit of magic from Gale, they both make their way inside to warm hugs and their own drinks.

They’re just about sitting down when another knock comes.

The night continues in much the same fashion as Halsin arrives, then Volo, then Jaheira with several of her children in tow. Then, just when you think no one else will arrive, Minsc shows up with Boo wearing a single jolly bell.

The entire group settles in for drinks, food, and merriment, discussing all that they’ve been up to since you’ve last gotten together. The company is lively, the atmosphere warm, and you’re immensely satisfied with the outcome of your efforts as you finally take a seat next to Astarion. You begin to wonder why you were worried about hosting this at all.

Ahead of the party, you hadn’t received a response from Lae’zel. She was likely too busy in the Astral Plane to respond, so you tried not to think too much of it. However, partway through the night you receive a message from her through a Sending spell: “This is Lae’zel. Apologies, I’m indisposed. I’ve been informed Midwinter is a celebration, so consider this my celebratory message.”

You laugh and send your own message back, “Thank you, Lae’zel. Hope to see you for the next one!”

Astarion smiles at you once you relay the message to the group, squeezing your hand in his. He knew you’d been worried about her despite it all, and knowing that she, too, was alive and safe would finally set your mind at ease. And it did– like something that was missing finally clicked into place and you could just breathe.

You knew that not everyone would be able to make it, and you’re still not confident in your hosting abilities, but somehow, you’re still so very content. Something about sitting in a room with your love, your closest friends, and even Volo, fills you with so much hope for the upcoming spring.

When the group lifts their glasses to cheer for all that you’ve accomplished this year, the trials and tribulations you’ve overcome together, you can’t help but add, “And to the family we’ve made along the way. May we always find our way back to one another!”

The night passes in a haze of joy and love– somehow, by the end of it, you've agreed to host again next year. You can feel Astarion's amusement as he chuckles and holds you close.

#astarion #astarion x tav #fanfic #rogue + rogue #astarion x reader #bg3holidayfluffle23

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my-name-is-bunnyfoxy · 1 year ago

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So for the TMNT shipping thing…

Leosagi maybe? It doesn’t matter which version though.

I'm not gonna include 1987 and 2012 since I'm pretty sure in those versions Usagi is an adult. I'm unsure whether I should put Yuichi since most people ship him with Leo but you know what why not.

2003 Leosagi:

I actually really enjoy their dynamic and how they act towards each other. It's so sweet and wholesome.

I also love their ship name, katana duo (I think-)

Honestly to me they work as both bros and gays.

I do like the episode where Leo was yeeted into Usagi's dimension.

And oh my god them in the big brawl episodes>>>>>>>>>>>>

TMNT WHY DON'T YOU MAKE THEM GAY ALREADY??

Please just give us normal Leo love interests...

Wish we got more of them though

Pretty much I'll give this ship a solid 10/10. Very nice.

Rise Leoichi/Leosagi:

This was my actual introduction to the Leosagi ship. Also ironically Rise was what got me back into the fandom last year xd

I really wanna watch Samurai Rabbit because of Yuchi. He's such a dumbass.

Dumbass x dumbass who have the ability to be smart but don't use it

When Worlds Collide fanfic... (Okay i haven't actually red it but from the animatics and fanart GOD DAMN IT)

Blue boys

They definetelly would talk about their ancestors 24/7.

Like 2003, I'm cool with them being platonic friends who maybe as a joke act gay cause they find it funny.

My BIGGEST gripe however, with this ship is how much I hate the reused stereotype and how they meet. I stopped liking and ended up hating Yuichi being a bartender at Run of the Mill. It just became overrated. And sometimes Yuichi has almost little to no personality and is reduced to the love interest the main character must have. Also I feel like people should tag Rise Leo x Yuichi Usagi as Leochi because Miyamoto Usagi and Yuichi Usagi are two different characters. Plus I don't like how some fans get pissed off all because you don't ship them (ngl I have a huge fear people will attack me cause I ship Leo with a girl HOLLY SHI- Honestly that also would be funny at the same time xp)

I kind of doubt they will use Yuichi as a crossover with TMNT but we can always rely on fannon.

A good enough ship, 7/10. Mainly because I want more original ideas for Yuichi and that people stop copying each other's stories.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year ago

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Only You/ 14

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 4k

Includes- protective boyfriend Yoongi, physical fight, hands thrown, sex, missionary, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Yoongi POV

I plop down in the chair under the tent by the makeup area, sweating bullets

The leather jacket I have on doesn't help in the L.A. sun

She comes over to me with a towel and starts wiping the sweat on my face

"It's fucking hot", I mutter

"Stifling", she agrees, her fingers under my chin, lifting my face to her, dabbing the towel all over, "Need to fix your foundation"

Yeah I figured

I kinda felt it sweat off me

Gross

She puts the towel down, turning to the table full of makeup

I reach for her and she giggles, "Yoongi!", when I pull her on my lap

Turning her face gently to me, I kiss her

I can't stop kissing her

Her soft lips against mine, her tongue against mine, her arms around me, fingers in my hair

Fuck, kissing her is heaven

"Naekkeo", she says between kisses, "You're going to mess up your makeup more"

"Good jagi, then I can stay with you longer", I murmur, dragging kisses down to her neck

God, her skin is so soft and smooth, I fucking love it

"Oh stop. You're have me all the time and all night", she teases

"Jagi, there isn't enough hours in the day for the amount of time I want to be with you"

She pushes me back softly, smiling so widely, "I love you Yoongi"

"I love you Jo"

She leans closer and kisses me again, my arms wrapped tightly around her

"God, can't they fucking stop", I hear Hobi growling, "It's bad enough I have to hear them having sex all the time, I don't want to see them either"

He needs to shut up

Ever since getting caught by him on the plane, he hasn't stopped complaining

She pulls away and says, "Maybe we should stop"

No way

"Do you want to?", I ask

She shakes her head

"Then don't", I answer, pulling her back to me

Her soft lips land on mine, feeling so fucking good

"Oh what the fuck?", Hobi snaps

"Stop Hoseok. He never said anything when you were like that with her", Namjoon sighs

"Are you serious? I just lost her and I don't want to see her with him! He took her from me"

No, I didn't

I didn't say anything to her about my feelings

She came to me

"He didn't Hoseok. You were an ass and she broke up with you. It's no one's fault she fell in love with him. And it's not his fault that he loves her. He's loved her his whole life and never said anything when you were with her.", Namjoon answers

"She fucking left me for him", Hobi snarls

"No she left you because she doesn't love you and didn't want to lead you on. She didn't want to be unfair to you and honestly it was the right thing to do."

Damn, I didn't think Namjoon would agree with that

"Oh fuck off"

"Whatever Hobi, you know I'm right. Just leave them alone. Look somewhere else"

"Fuck this. I need to walk", he snaps, getting up and moving away from the tent

I hear him get up but I just shrug it off

She pulls away when the kiss ends, running her fingers in my hair, "Maybe we should stop being so touchy around Hobi. For now at least",

"You think we should?", I ask unsure

I want to be able to kiss her whenever I want, hold her whenever I want

I don't want to be limited in what I can do with my girlfriend

"Yeah Yoongi, at least until he gets used to us together. It's not fair to make him upset all the time. You remember how that felt?"

I do

It was horrible

Seeing her with him when she should of been mine...

It hurt so much

Shit

I'm doing the same thing to Hobi

I'm making him feel what I felt but it's worse because I know that what I'm doing is making him feel that way

He didn't know I loved her all these years

He was just being affectionate with his girlfriend

But I know he loves her and I know it's hurting him

I don't want to hurt him

That's never what I wanted

I just want her

"Yeah jagi, you're right. I don't want to upset him. It's just I can't keep my hands off you and I honestly don't want to", I say, giving in

She smiles at me, gently touching my face

I close my eyes against her touch, just feeling her

Fuck me, I love her so much

"I know Yoongi. I feel the same way naekkeo", she says softly

I feel her lips on mine in a small kiss

Opening my eyes, I look at her beautiful face

"Ok jagi. We won't be so lovey dovey in front of him.", I relent, "But it's going to be hard"

"Very hard", she says, pulling me back to her, her lips on mine in another kiss, "But we have all night to kiss and touch each other"

I smirk at her, "I can't wait jagi"

Moving my hand to her ass, I squeeze it

"Yoongi", she giggles, kissing my cheek, then getting up, grabbing my foundation

"Sorry jagi. Your ass is just squeezable"

She rolls her eyes, a small smile on her face

"Alright baby, tilt your head up and lemme make you prettier than you already are"

I burst out laughing, "Yeah ok baby"

Leaning my head back, she dots foundation on my face and begins to fix it

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I close my eyes as the hair stylist, Nali, fixes my hair for the photo shoot

The same hair stylist that flirted with Hobi

I cringed when I got her but there isn't another hairstylist available and I desperately need my hair to be fixed

It's full of sweat and gross, Nali blow drying it right now

I'm exhausted so I'm closing my eyes for a little

Joanne and I don't get much sleep anymore, especially not during this trip

We're just all over each other and by the time we go to sleep it's really late

So worth it though and I'll take these few minute naps anytime

I'm almost asleep when I hear, "You're really cute"

My eyes snap open

What the fuck did she just say?

Is she insane?

She's never spoken to me before, not even when she did my hair

And all of a sudden she's starting now?

Not happening

"What?", I snap

She smiles, shrugging

Her smile does absolutely nothing for me

"I said you're really cute. I haven't noticed before"

Is she fucking joking?

She has to be joking

She has to be doing this shit on purpose

I just look at her in disgust

And to my utter surprise she keeps trying

"Maybe we can hang out sometime?"

She has some balls, I'll give her that

"What the fuck is you're problem?", I demand

"What? Nothing. I just think you're really cute. Hot actually and maybe we could have fun", she smirks

Is she for real?

Is she...flirting with me?

Seriously?

"Are you trying to flirt with me?", I snap

"Uh yeah", she answers, smiling again

I can't believe this shit

Everyone here knows I'm with Joanne

Everyone

They can see how much I love her, how much I can't keep my hands off her

Everyone sees me kissing her

All the time

I was just kissing her twenty minutes ago

So what is Nali trying to do?

And doing it where my jagi can see?

Fuck no

"You need to stop right now", I snarl

"But I like you"

"I don't give a fuck. I don't like you. I can't believe you have the balls to flirt with me with my girlfriend standing right there"

"Girlfriend?"

Is she dumb?

I can't stand when people play dumb

"Don't fuck around. You know Joanne is my girlfriend. She's right there!", I exclaim, pointing to her

The hairstylists section happens to be having the makeup station, giving us a clear view of Joanne

She looks up at me, giving me a little smile

My heart skips a beat seeing her gorgeous smile

"Look at her", I demand and Nali turns to look at her

Joanne's face turns to confusion, her eyebrow raised, as Nali looks at her

"You know her, you know she's my girlfriend. I know you've seen me kiss her, so what the fuck?"

"I..uh... I-"

"What? You think that you telling me I'm cute will make me want you? I fucking don't. It doesn't do anything but disgust me and piss me off especially since you know who my girlfriend is."

"Yeah but-"

"You did the same shit when she was with Hoseok. You blatantly flirted with him in front of her too. You were one of the causes that made them break up."

"I don't know anything about that"

"You're a fucking liar", I growl, getting so angry, "What's your problem with my girlfriend?"

She raises her eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"You have never ever spoken to me before. Ever. But as soon as I'm with her, you want to flirt with me. You flirted with Hoseok when he was with her. What's your problem with her?"

She shrugs, "She's nothing special and she gets all the idols. You think you and Hobi are the only ones who've liked her? All of you have liked her at some point and I don't see why. She's not pretty, she's short and she's annoying. She gets what I want"

Is this girl really saying that about my girlfriend, to my face?

"Maybe all of us like her because she's nice and she doesn't need to flirt with other people's boyfriends like a sad pathetic loser like you"

"Hey-", she starts

"And she's beautiful. I don't care if you think so. The only opinion that matters is mine. Stop being so jealous and desperate. Hoseok was an idiot and fell for your pathetic flirting but I'm not him. I'm not stupid. You have no fucking clue how long I waited for her. How much I love her. Nobody and I mean nobody compares to her. Nobody is worth losing her. Especially not you", I snarl, "And when people like you ignore fucking common decency to not flirt with someone's boyfriend, it does nothing but enrages me. I won't lose her over anything"

"Ok, god, I'm sorry"

Yeah ok

She's not sorry

"No you're not. You're just sorry it didn't work the way you wanted it to", I snap

She just stares at me, like I'm wasting her time

She's a bitch

"I'm really sorry", she just repeats, rolling her eyes and I'm over it

She doesn't care and I'm infuriated

"Get the fuck away from me. Get someone else to do my hair. I want you far from me."

She just stands there, crossing her arms, not moving and I get more angry

"Now!", I bark

"Fine", she snaps, walking away

Fucking seriously?

I'm not fucking risking Joanne leaving me over someone flirting at me

I saw how it hurt her with Hobi and I am so not him

I'm not standing for this shit

I wouldn't no matter who my girlfriend was but especially because it's her

I would never hurt her or flirt with anyone who's not her

Fuck that

She is all I need, all I want

And I will shut down anyone who tries to come between us

I'm just super pissed off right now

Another stylist, Hannah, comes over to finish my hair

"Don't try to flirt with me", I warn

"Uh I wasn't. I'm married", she answers, looking at me like I'm crazy

Good

I just nod and she starts doing my hair

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J POV

"Done Jimin", I smile at him

"Thanks Jo"

I nod, throwing the sweaty tissues that I used to wipe his sweat up

"Jagi", I hear behind me, turning to see Yoongi sitting back in the chair

"Hi naekkeo", I smile at him

He reaches out for me and I take his hands

He pulls me to him, back into his lap, holding me tightly

Uh ok

I don't know what's going on

We agreed to not be so affectionate publicly for now

But it does seem like he needs it

"I love you", he tells me

I can't help but smile

I love hearing him tell me he loves me

I can't ever stop hearing it

"I love you Yoongi. Are you ok?"

He nods

"You sure? I saw you and Nali looking at me"

"Yeah because she tried the same shit she did with Hobi with me"

She what?

What?

"She flirted with...you"

He snorts, "She tried until I called her out on her bullshit"

"You did?", I ask surprised

"Of course jagi. She's never spoken to me before but suddenly now I'm cute and she wants to have fun when she knows I'm with you? Not happening"

God I want to smack that bitch in the face

What's her problem?

"You didn't..uh-"

"No baby. I told her off, called her a pathetic loser and told her to stop being desperate. That she disgusted me and pissed me off. Then I told her to get the fuck away from me"

I can't help but smile

Yoongi is so different from Hobi

Hobi ate up what Nali did while Yoongi told her off

"It just pissed me the fuck off that she thinks I'd ever flirt back with her. Gross"

"I'm glad you didn't"

His gaze rises to mine, "Never baby. I love you, only you. The only one I'm flirting with is you"

I giggle, "Good. You're the only one I flirt with too"

"I know jagi, and you're so good at it"

"Oh shut it", I laugh, kissing his perfect lips

"No one is worth losing you baby", he says, looking at me with so much love, "Nothing and no one will ever take me away from you"

"I know naekkeo. I hope you know I feel the same way"

He nods, "I know"

Good, I'm glad he knows that

"I love you", I tell him, smiling at his big smile

"I love you too jagi", he answers

We both lean forward at the same time, meeting each other in a kiss

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I stand off to the side with the rest of the staff, pulling against my wet shirt, trying to air myself out in this scorching heat

All my clothes are soaked through with sweat

It's ridiculous and so gross

I watch Yoongi dance to the chorus of their new song, "On", knowing he's sweating too

I'm just standing here and I'm sweating

He's got to be sweltering in that jacket

The director calls cut and the the stylists head towards the guys to check their clothes, hair and makeup is ok

I hang back, giving them some space before I go over there to touch up their make up

It has to be so annoying to have so many people crowd you and touch you immediately

I wouldn't be able to get close anyway to fix anything as I'm so short and the guys will all have to bend down, disrupting the other stylists

I'll just wait

After a few minutes, some of the staff start to walk away from them, giving me room to get in there

As I begin walking towards Yoongi, Nali is coming my way

Great

She's looking at me with a dirty look, sneering as we get closer to each other

As we start to pass, she slams her shoulder into mine, mild pain radiating down my arm

That's it

"What the fuck is your problem?", I snap, turning around to face her

She stops, turning to me too

"What the fuck did you say?"

Normally I'm not one for confrontation but I had enough of her shit

"I said what is your fucking problem with me?"

Her eyes narrow at me, as she gets in my face, "I don't like you"

I scoff, leaning my head back but not backing up, "Newsflash, I don't fucking like you either but I'm not trying to fuck with you like you are with me"

"Because I'm not a loser like you"

Oh god, what are we in high school?

"And for the life of me, I can't understand why these idiot idols all want you", she spits, "I'm prettier than you, I'm better than you but you are all they want"

I snort, "Jealous much?"

She needs to get a fucking life

"Not of you"

"Yeah you are", I snap, "You flirted with my first boyfriend and was one of the reasons we broke up. And now you tried flirting with my boyfriend. Get your own guy"

"I'm giving them the chance to go for someone better", she growls

God, she really thinks highly of herself

Her words don't bother me, it's just sad

"You're a fucking pathetic bitch", I tell her, rage in her eyes, "You can't find your own boyfriend so you go after someone else's? That's fucking sad"

"Hobi was interested", she smirks, like that is supposed to be a hurtful jab

Pathetic

"He was an idiot", I snap, "But still, even after we broke up, he didn't go to you did he? No, instead he came back to me, apologizing and asking me to take him back. And Yoongi would never fall for your pathetic attempts. So who's really better than who? Who's the real loser? It's you"

Before I know it, pain invades my jaw and lips as my head snaps to the size and I realize she hit me

She fucking hit me

I hear Yoongi yelling my name and while I am in pain, I straighten up, pull my arm back and smash my fist into her face

Blood gushes from her nose, her hands flying to her nose as she screams

"You bitch!", she yells, coming towards me again, but this time I'm ready, "I'm gonna kill you!"

"You can fucking try you asshole!", I shout, lunging towards her at the same time arms lock around my waist pulling me back

Two staff members move in front of her, halting her steps towards me

I fight against whoever's holding me, shouting at her, "If you ever go near Yoongi again, I'll break your fucking jaw!"

"Jagi", I hear Yoongi whisper in my ear

"I'll go near whoever I fucking want to! I don't care if it's your boyfriend!"

Rage blinds me as I pull against the arms holding me

"Then you're fucking dead!", I yell, "You're dead! Don't fuck with me!"

I'm turned around, facing Yoongi and picked up as I'm carried away

"Jagi, please baby, calm down", Yoongi says softly, carrying me into one of the trailers that brought us here

"She fucked with me first! She's dead!"

He puts me down on a seat, sitting next to me, looking me in my face

"Fuck, you're bleeding", he says, getting up

I am?

Once he said it, it's like I can suddenly taste the blood pooling in mouth

I know I was hit in the jaw or lip

I guess I bit something or my lip was split

I don't know

Yoongi comes back with wet paper towels, pressing them gently to my mouth

"Ow!", I yelp

"Sorry jagi", he murmurs, "The corner of your lip is split and busted"

Yeah great

I'll probably get a bruise too

Wonderful

He dabs the wet paper towels on my mouth, cleaning up the blood

"Jagi-"

"She started it", I defend myself

"I know baby. I saw that. Everyone saw her knock her shoulder into you and everyone saw her hit you first"

"She started everything. I didn't do anything to her. For some reason she's jealous of me and takes it out on me"

He smiles softly at me, "Of course she's jealous of you baby. You're everything she's not and never will be"

I look at him, raising my eyebrow

"Don't look at me like that jagi. You are. She wants what you have, she wants your life and she can't have it. I just don't want you to physically fight her"

"Why?", I shoot back, still annoyed at the whole situation, "You think I'll get my ass handed to me?"

He bursts out laughing, "Not a chance in hell baby. I know you'd kick her ass. I just don't want you getting hurt. She's not worth it"

I shake my head, "She wants you and it fucking infuriates me because she's doing it on purpose. To hurt me"

I know Yoongi wouldn't do anything but it's not him that makes me mad when I think about her flirting with him

It's her, knowing she's doing it on purpose, knowing she's doing it to push my buttons and the fact that it works enrages me

"Jagi, she will never get me baby. Never", he assures me, "Even if I didn't have you, I'd never go for her. She's not anything I want. Don't let her get to you ok?"

"Easier said than done", I grumble

"Look baby, she knows better than to go after me after I told her off. And if she tries again, I'll tell her off again", he says, "Just try to ignore her ok? I know it's hard but really she's not worth it"

I know he's right and his advice is solid

It's just gonna be so hard when I want to deck her in the face

But I'll try

"Ok naekkeo", I answer

"Ok jagi", he says, pulling me to him in a hug

I fall into his arms, loving the feel of his arms around me

"Are you ok jagi?", he asks, "Are you in pain?"

"It throbs", I answer, surprised getting punched in the face doesn't hurt more

Maybe it was the adrenaline

Maybe it'll hurt more later

I dunno

"Yeah well you took a hard hit to the face jagi", he says, tightening his hold on me, "It didn't even look like it hurt you though. You just turned your head right back to her and punched her in the face"

"Oh it hurt", I assure him, "I was just infuriated and I guess it masked the pain"

"I'm sorry baby", he says, "I hate when you're hurt"

"I'm ok naekkeo"

"My tough girl", he teases, kissing my hair

"Yoongi?", Jungkook calls, from the door, "Is she ok?"

"Yeah", he answers, "Just bruised"

"Oh man. Sorry Jo"

"It's ok Kookie"

"You were so bad ass though"

I giggle, "Thanks"

He nods, "Yoongi, they want you back so we can film the choreo again"

"I'll be there in a minute"

"Ok", he says, then leaves

Yoongi sighs as I move out of his comfortable arms, "C'mon baby, you have to do your job"

He nods, "Promise you'll stay away from her. No more fighting?"

"Not unless she starts it", I promise

He nods, "Yeah ok"

Giving me a quick kiss, he takes my hand, standing and we leave the trailer

---------------------------

Yoongi kisses my neck, his tongue licking and biting my skin as his hands squeeze my boobs, his cock filling me over and over

Pleasure is crashing into me as I moan his name, my legs locked around him

"Fuck, you're so pretty baby", he murmurs, "Let me hear you louder"

He sucks my nipple in his mouth, sucking as he thrusts hard, right into my spot

Pleasure clouds my mind ash back arches into him, his arm wrapping around me, keeping me firmly against him

"Fuck you feel so good around my cock", he mumbles into my nipple, pounding me into the bed, "Tiny tight cunt desperately throbbing around my dick. So wet, creaming my cock so much"

I know I am

I can feel his entire lap, lower stomach, tops of his thighs completely drenched

To be fair though, it's always like this

My body still responds to him the same way it did the first time

Going crazy as soon as he's in, clenching his cock tightly, creaming him until there's a gigantic mess all over him, never wanting him to stop

It's out of this world every single time and I know it's never going to change

"Shit, you're gonna cum", he groans

He's absolutely right, the next thrust sending me over the edge as I orgasm all over his dick

"Fuck, Yoongi!", I yell, so much pleasure washing over me

He moans, fucking me through the orgasm

When I finish, he rolls us over easily, "Please ride me jagi. Need to see you bouncing on my cock"

I press a kiss to his lips, then sit up, leaning on his stomach, immediately sliding up and down his fat cock

I know this is his favorite position and honestly it's mine too

I love watching him as I pleasure him, he's so fucking beautiful

The way he stares at me drives me crazy, the way he touches me, his hands all over as I bounce on him- fucking amazing

"Fuck jagi", he moans, his eyes all over my body, "So fucking beautiful fucking yourself on my dick. God, look at you"

His hands squeeze my hips hard as I make sure his cock hits my spot every time going in so deep

Shocks of pleasure run down my spine and I feel myself holding his cock in a vice grip

I can't let go of him if I wanted to

"Make yourself cum", he murmurs, "Need to feel it again"

I move faster than I thought I could, my legs pumping and burning but I'm not stopping

I can't stop this bliss, the bliss only he can give me

"Yoongi", I moan, slamming up and down on him hard, almost there

"Fuck baby", he groans, his voice throwing me over the edge

Pleasure seizes my body, my pussy coming around him so blissfully, screaming his name

"Again", he yells, pulling me down his cock as I cum, bottoming out

His hand moves to my clit, fingers running hard circles, the pleasure intensifying, "Don't stop"

Ecstacy never leaves my body, my hips having a mind of their own, grinding and rocking on his length as he plays with my clit

"Ffffuuucccckkk!", I cry, my first orgasm bleeding into another

"There we go baby. That's it. Keep coming for me", he urges

I lean on his thigh as his fingers never slow, his eyes on where we meet

"So much cream", he murmurs, "Such a pretty little hole"

He thrusts up into me, making me hold on to him more

As he thrust into me, I bounce on him like a rag doll, taking his cock, my head empty of everything except him

Tears fall from my eyes in pleasure and I can't stop myself from moaning

"Fuck so fucked out on my dick", he mumbles, "So pretty, crying on my cock"

I'm right there again and when his head slams my spot and his fingers rub my clit, it's over

My mind shuts off as massive ecstacy tidal waves over me

I feel like I'm floating, like everything around me is gone

The only thing left is pleasure

"Pretty gushing pussy", I hear once my senses return to me, "So much"

I know I squirted all over him and I know he loves watching that

"One more jagi", he asks, his hands gripping my hips

"Naekkeo", I whine, so tired

"Please jagi? One more and then I'll cum in my pretty pussy"

I want that so much

Want to be full of him

And as he bounces me on his dick, pleasure comes back and I want him

"Yeah naekkeo", I answer

"Good girl"

He slides me up and down his dick easily, my pussy soaking and I know the bed is soaked too

"Please baby", he begs, "Fall apart on my cock. I got you"

My orgasm starts and I moan his name, blinded by how good it feels

"Jagi. Jo, fuck fuck", he yells, pulling me down on his dick

He throbs inside me, his warm cum shooting deep into my orgasming pussy

"Yes, yes, fuck yes!", he cries, pumping me to the brim

"Yes Yoongi", I moan, so satisfied and exhausted

After a minute, I feel myself being moved, his strong arms around me, making me feel so safe

"Sleep baby", he whispers, kissing me gently

He keeps me in his arms, keeps my body against his as I feel the blanket covering us

"I love you Yoongi", I whisper sleepily

"I love you Jo. Always", he says lovingly, kissing my forehead, "Sleep jagi. I got you"

I nod, cuddling into him

My perfect everything

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after hours (part 2)

please find the other parts via my masterlist or the #sh0ek0 tag, I'm having some trouble with my posts not showing up in the tags and I think the links are messing this up

genre: angst, smut, dark content, kinda all over the place content warning: 18+ !MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! mentions of alcohol and drug use, name calling, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, violence, emotional abuse, choking, rough!megumi, slapping, threatening with a gun, Russian roulette, manic kinda episode, I should honestly stop romanticizing this kinda behavior, still: probably more but I am new to this pairing: Megumi x Reader word count: about 6.5k

summary: After Megumi beat up Choso at Yuji's and his houseparty, you're left drunk, high and confused. You start looking for him and remember an incident from your past before you sneak out of the apartment to meet up with your abusive ex, trying to rekindle your toxic relationship.

I'm so sorry this second part took me so long. Again: I don't want to talk myself down and I love writing, it's so much fun but I am very critical of myself and I really think this is trash compared to all the other amazing writing on here. So, THANK YOU SO MUCH for bearing with me and hyping me up. Every single like I got on 'heartbeat' really made my day <3 (I am terrified of posting so brb logging off for a few days help)

recommended songs: Formula - Labrinth / The Hills - The Weeknd / After Hours - The Weeknd / The Zone - The Weeknd / Streets - Doja Cat / Wicked Games - The Weeknd

You stumble through the open door onto the roof terrace. There are people staring at you and some of them seem to recognize you - you knew people were talking and you were old enough to just not care about that kinda shit anymore. They haven't been through what you've been through and if they decided to judge you? Well that was on them.

Right now you needed to find him. Megumi reacted the way he did because he loved you. You knew that. You pass by a table and a few lounge chairs and recognize the people sitting there from your college lectures. A girl, you remember her name to be Yue, waves you over.

"Y/N! Hi, are you alright?" she asks and you can hear a tiny bit of concern in her voice as you stumble and bump into one of the chairs.

"Hi, uh, yeah 'm fine." you answer and shoot her a smile, fumbling with the sleeves of your dress before you drop into the chair you just bumped into. Your head was spinning while you were desperately trying to process what had just happened inside but it was too much, it was too loud, too many people, too much booze. Everyone around you seemed to have the time of their lives while you were stuck inside your mind.

You reach for the half-empty bottle of vodka that was on the table in front of you and pour yourself a glass. It would definitely not help you to get any clearer in the head, but it would calm your nerves. Or at least you could just escape this mess for a few more minutes.

You put the glass to your lips and down its contents before filling it right back up. You can feel the stares of the guys sitting next to you. You never bothered to speak to anyone in your lectures and you didn't even know their names but apparently they seemed to enjoy seeing you in this state.

Under normal circumstances you wouldn't give them a single glance and you would’ve snapped at them for staring at you like this but now, as drunk as you were, you didn't even notice how far your dress had ridden up, or the spilled liquor on your cleavage. The wet fabric clung to your boobs, exposing you without really exposing you.

"Hey, slow down." Yue laughed as you down another shot, taking the bottle out of your hand. You look at her before leaning back in your chair, closing your eyes for a brief moment.

"Listen I actually don't want to bother you any longer," you frown, unsure what to say next "just 'wanna know if you saw Gojo or Megumi I- I am looking for him." you say, unsure if Yue could understand you over the music.

Yue looks at you. You know she understood you because you can see pity in her eyes and you immediately regret asking her in the first place. You told yourself that you didn’t care but you still hated that everyone around you had their opinion about you and your relationship. No one dared to say it out loud, but everyone thought the same. Even your friends.

"Well, I don't know where Gojo is but I saw Megumi passing by just when I came out here," She moves closer to you to pull your dress down, glaring at the two guys that were staring at you.

"I think he left." She looks at her hands, obviously searching for the right words to say to you.

Yue leans over to you. You weren't exactly close but apparently most people on campus knew about the ups and downs in your relationship. People really liked to talk.

"Y/N I guess your friends are really worried about you," she says gently, trying not to cross your boundaries. "You should really stop looking for him - I mean everyone saw the bruising on your neck-"

Well, so much for not crossing boundaries.

"Megumi would never hurt me." you protest, cutting her off.

"-people say he threatened you with a gun after an argument escalated." Yue carefully put her hand on your leg and you flinched.

"That's bullshit." you laugh, getting flustered. How could this even have spread around? You told nobody except Maki.

"That’s not what happened." you whisper.

"You don't threaten someone you love with a gun." Yue said in a sharp voice. You look at her, completely thrown off guard.

"Yeah and I guess you don't stick your nose in other peoples fucking business." you hiss and lean on your hands to lift yourself up out of the chair, a little bit wobbly on your feet. You grab the bottle of vodka from her hands and stumble in the direction of the terrace door.

You feel tears well up in your eyes as you remember that day a few weeks ago. It happened in your dorm room again, you just came home from another lecture. Grabbing you from behind in complete darkness, Megumi covered your mouth with his hand to keep you from screaming as he pressed cold metal to your temple. You will never forget how utterly and absolutely terrified you were.

You will never forget the look he had in his eyes when he threw you against the wall and made you face him. You could see on his face how much he enjoyed having absolute power over you.

***

"You fucking stalking me now?" he spat at you, holding you against the wall of your dorm room by your neck. Your throat still hurt from the last time he did this to you.

Megumi had an old revolver in the other hand and pointed it at your head. "What the fuck did you think you were doing last night? You are fucking crazy, Y/N." Your body was shaking, he sounded so angry it completely scared the shit of you.

Would you let him treat you like this for the rest of your life?

"You were fucking some other bitch last night you fucking asshole," you screamed out, cutting him off. "I fucking know it! Stop bullshitting me I fucking heard you through that door." You started crying.

"You telling me this after you sucked off some random guy at the party you were at? You fucking kidding me?" - "We just kissed an-and I was drunk-" you started explaining but got cut off as Megumi pulled you towards him by your neck before slamming your head against the wall. You let out a muffled groan.

He was still holding the gun to your temple and you were scared shitless that it would go off.

”'We just kissed and I was drunk'” he mimicked your voice and you cried out in pain. Your head hurt, your face was scrunched up and your eyes closed.

”You are a fucking whore, Y/N, and you don't fucking own up to your actions. You’re a fucking slut and you think you deserve to get treated like a fucking princess.” Megumi spat at you.

You started bawling.

"At least that bitch wasn't as fucking annoying." Megumi huffed.

"I really fucking hate you." You yelled at him.

"Leave me alone, stop touching me." You felt a headache coming on, your head was throbbing and tears were flowing uncontrollably down your face. "I hate you."

How could you keep on doing this to yourself? You slowly came to the realization that nor you were scared of him neither you were scared of him being violent. You were simply scared about the fact that no matter what he did to you, you couldn't stop loving him.

"I know you do." Megumi answered.

He took his hand off from around your neck and you felt the cold metal leave your skin as he slowly lowered the gun. Your pulse pounded against the spot where the barrel had just been pointed at and you see the usual blank stare returning to his face.

"You're abusive and a fucking psychopathic maniac." you cried, trying to catch some air.

He just kept staring at you with emptiness in his eyes, watching tears stream down your cheeks.

"I hate the way you're making me feel, Megumi." you added quietly, staring at the ground.

"I know." he said.

You sniffled, tears still streaming down your face.

"Can't you just leave me alone already?" you said, rubbing the bruising on your throat with shaky hands. You didn't even believe yourself and the words that came out of your mouth seemed so far away. As if you were standing next to yourself and listening to some other person talking.

"That's what you want me to do?" he asked in a calm voice and lifted the gun that was still in his hand.

No you didn't.

Megumi opened the chamber of the revolver in his hands. You saw that it was indeed loaded when he dropped the six bullets into his hand and slipped five of them in his pocket. He then placed a single round back into the gun and spinned the cylinder with his thumb.

You stood there in silence and watched what he was doing.

He lifted the gun and held it against your forehead. You closed your eyes, unable to stop your body from shaking. You begged him to stop.

"Megumi, stop, you’re scaring me, please stop that." you pleaded. "Just leave me alone, please stop-"

Not until you felt him pull back the gun did you dare to open your eyes. Your cheeks were wet with tears and as soon as you opened your eyes, his gaze met yours. His dark eyes looked so empty as he put the barrel to his own head.

Your heart stopped once again.

And then he pulled the trigger.

You squealed and instantly flinched but you could only hear a silent click! - the gun didn’t go off.

Suddenly it dawned on you what he was up to. Even if you didn't quite want to believe it, in the condition he was in right now he would have been capable of anything. Even of something as crazy as this.

And you were so fucking scared of how far he would go this time.

"Megumi- stop p-please STOP." you sobbed.

He was manic. Completely out of his mind.

"You asked me to leave you alone." His voice eerily calm, as always. He closed his eyes and grimaced, pulling the trigger again.

Nothing. No loud BANG! just a faint metallic click!

Watching him almost put a bullet in his head a second time had traumatized you. If he hadn't managed to do that by now, he certainly did at that moment.

"Megumi- PLEASE- please stop this." you screamed hysterically and reached out to him, your hand now touching his chest.

"Please stop, I-I love you- I love you so much- p-please stop I don’t want you to leave me, please-" you wailed. Your body followed your hand and you leaned against him, head buried in his chest. You felt so weak, barely able to hold yourself on your feet. You sobbed and cried into his chest, staining the fabric of his sweater with salty tears.

And you could feel that his body was shaking as well.

You didn't dare look up at him. After a minute that felt like an eternity you finally felt his arm wrap around your waist, stone-cold metal now pressed against your back.

Megumi’s chin was resting on top of your head and he slowly pressed his lips to you hair, inhaling your scent while planting kisses.

"Next time you ask me to leave you I’ll kill us both." he whispered in a cold voice and you nodded, barely noticeable.

"I love you." he added and you closed your eyes.

He loved you. That was all that mattered to you.

You could never love another man, not even if you wanted to.

***

You made it back inside on shaky legs, your heels were way too high for the amount of booze you had in your system by now. You screw off the lid of the bottle in your hands and take a sip. Looking around you spot none of your friends except Yuta but he didn’t seem to notice you.

He’s sitting on that very couch you were sitting on with Choso just a while ago and at a second glance you can see that he’s making out with your roommate. Maki didn’t seem to notice you either, as she was completely distracted by Yuta’s lips and his hands all over her body.

Under other circumstances you would have been quite excited about this turn of events - you knew how long Maki had been crushing on him. And you also knew that Yuta was the one who fell first, given how he acted around her and how he looked at her like she was the only woman on the planet.

But now you were way too drunk and way to invested in finding Megumi to care about anything else. You push past a few people while drinking from the almost empty bottle, trying to find the front door.

After taking a few wrong turns you eventually find yourself standing in front of the door through which you had entered the apartment a couple hours ago. And just as you put your hand on the doorknob, you feel someone snatch the bottle from you.

"What the-" you start and turn around, looking at pink hair and a deeply concerned face.

"What are you doing? Let me get you home." Yuji was completely sober again, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I really need to get som' fresh air Yuji, please jus' leave me 'lone" You slur, struggling to stay on your feet.

Yuji held the empty bottle in his left hand and grabbed your wrist with his right to keep you from falling.

"Y/N, please, don’t go out there by yourself. You can either sleep in my room or I’ll get you home." He tries to pull you away from the door but you stand your ground.

"Please just let me gooo." you beg, impatiently stomping with your feet after finding your balance again. "Let me go." you insist and try to pull your arm away from him.

"I just don't want you to get hurt, Y/N" Yuji says and you have literally no idea on how to get out of this situation. It was not like he would just let you leave like this.

"Listn' I really don' need a babysitter and I have an Uber waiting for me, so please just lemme' go." you lie to him, hoping he would be satisfied with that.

"Bullshit, you did not call an Uber. That’s like a five minute walk, we’re right next to campus." he busted your lie. "What are you really up to, huh?" Yuji asks.

Choso and Yuji indeed lived right next to the campus. You had always asked yourself how they were able to afford this huge apartment and you figured that Choso not only consumed the drugs he hid here by himself - but also dealt them. That would explain at least a few things, for example all the people who constantly went in and out of here.

After a while of not answering him, Yuji finally lets go of your wrist and looks at the ground.

"You're looking for him, don't you?" he asks after meeting your gaze again. The look in his eyes made you feel so terrible and ashamed.

"Listen, he’s my best friend too, but he just beat up my brother and that look on his face? I don’t know Y/N, he looked like he was capable of anything in that moment." You tried to avoid his gaze, but no chance. It seemed like he pinned you to the wall with his eyes alone.

"I'm not looking for him- I'm-" you start when suddenly you get cut off by a few guys that were calling out for Yuji. As he turns around for a split second you immediately take advantage of him being distracted to open the door and slip outside.

You quickly walk in the direction of the stairs, your head spinning but you try to stay composed and take one step after the other before finally stumbling through the door downstairs onto the street.

The sky was completely black, not a single star in sight and the only light was coming from a few dimly lit street lamps. Thankfully it was still relatively warm outside.

You take a few shaky steps away from the building, still a bit afraid Yuji would follow you. You were in no condition to run from him.

For a while the sound of your heels on concrete is the only thing you can hear until you notice the faint buzz of your phone in your purse.

MEGUMI: "Meet me outside. I'll wait for you." Your heart starts beating faster.

The text was from about 30 minutes ago so you figure that you didn't have a signal upstairs in the apartment. You look up from the screen and turn around, trying to find where Megumi was waiting.

You flinch a little when suddenly a parked car on the side of the road starts its engine.

You recognize the black pickup truck and as the lights inside light up for a brief moment, you see Megumi sitting in the driver's seat. Your vision is still a bit blurry and your head’s dizzy but your legs are already carrying you towards the car.

He really expected you to come looking for him.

You open the car's door and slip into the passenger seat without saying a word. The lights inside are dimmed and you can only see his pale, slender fingers on the steering wheel. His dark clothes swallow him up and the hood of his sweater is pulled down over his face.

Megumi did not say a single word either, his face turned towards the windshield in front of him.

"Y/N!" you hear someone call out for you as you close the door behind you. Looking through the window you spot Yuji at the entrance door of the apartment building. He's holding the open door and watching you get into the car.

"Your dog’s already looking for you, huh?" Megumi asks without expecting an answer and starts the truck. He drives off before Yuji could even think about running after you.

Yuji's eyes were full of concern and yours were full of guilt as you turn to face him, but you quickly lower your gaze. You couldn’t stand looking at him. You knew how desperate he must feel right now.

At this point you wouldn't blame your friends if they never spoke to you ever again. The hours they spent worrying about you, the evenings they spent trying to talk you out of your relationship with Megumi.

It was all for nothing.

You slip out of your heels and throw them to the back of the truck. Megumi looked at you, one hand on the steering wheel. He watched you while you were rubbing your aching feet, trying to ease the pain from walking in these goddamn high heels for hours.

With his free hand he stroked your thigh, motioning you to put your legs in his lap.

"C'mere." you hear his deep voice and you hesitate for a second before you stretch your legs out towards him. He starts massaging your freshly pedicured feet with one hand, the other one gripping the steering wheel tightly. His eyes were focused on the road in front of him.

You close your eyes for a moment and enjoy the sensation of his touch, your whole body was aching and this right now was a blessing, no matter how awkward the situation was.

After a few minutes you feel the car speeding up. You knew that Megumi was probably still drunk but you also did not really care about it. It was not a big surprise to you that he would drive drunk and it was also not the first time he did this.

For a really long time neither of you said a single word and you were just enjoying his touch on your skin, without having to fill the silence.

"What were you thinking?" Megumi was the first to break the silence, eyes still fixated on the road. His voice was icy and it made you shiver.

"What d’you mean?" you ask, pretending to be clueless. Your head starts spinning a little as you open your eyes again.

"Don’t play dumb." Megumi huffed, looking over to you, directly into your eyes. "I mean you, sitting in Choso's lap, behaving like a slut in front of everyone."

"Mhm." you answer, turning your face away from him. You switch on the radio. 'After Hours' by The Weeknd starts playing, probably from some playlist you made for him.

"Technically, I wasn’t sitting in his lap." you say. You're not sure you would have had the courage to say that if Megumi hadn't been busy driving.

Even though you’re unsure of what to say next, you didn't want to submit to him again. You did not want to make yourself so small anymore.

"Shouldn’t the question be: Why the hell do you even care?" You shift your weight and put one foot up on his thigh, stroking his crotch through the fabric of his pants.

The last bit of alcohol in your blood gave you at least a little courage.

"It’s not like we are together anymore." you say teasingly as he looks over to you again.

Megumi grabs your leg, pushing it back down roughly. You wince, as his grip on your ankle is a bit too harsh.

"Ouch." you protest and he lets go of you. You send him an innocent smile and tilt your head to the side, as you continue to stroke his thigh with your foot. You feel a bulge growing in his crotch just seconds later

"So why does it matter to you?" He doesn’t answer. You see the grip of his hand tighten around the steering wheel, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he keeps on caressing your feet and legs, trying to push them down or hold you still but you don’t let him.

The two of you just sit in silence again, listening to the music without talking to each other.

"It matters because I don’t want to see that fucking bastard all over you, acting like he owns y-" Megumi says after a while but you cut him off.

"We’re not together anymore and you don’t get to beat up anyone I am involved with," You snap at him. "Cut your fucking bullshit Megumi, I am sick of this."

You don’t know how to feel. This is all so confusing - a big part of you is annoyed with him and so hurt and heartbroken, but the other part, probably even bigger, wants to nestle in against his chest and leave as little space as possible between the two of you.

And he knew that, too. That smug piece of shit knew you inside out, and acting was not exactly your strength.

"Then why are you here?" he asks and glances at you, both hands on the steering wheel again.

You think for a moment, look over at him, then out the window again. You skip to the next song and loll your legs in his lap now sitting on your side and resting against the back of the car seat.

"I guess I make terrible life choices and besides, you almost hospitalized my one chance at some superficial sex tonight so you have to deal with me now." You say, trying to sound almost bored. Or at least unbothered.

Megumi swallows, eyes still fixated on the road. You figured that this was not what he wanted to hear but to your surprise you hear him chuckle seconds later.

Well, as you had already noted: he knew you too well.

"Nah, don’t bullshit me." he sneered. "You started looking for me as soon as you arrived at that party. I saw you disappear with Yuji immediately after."

Megumi ignored your little show of pretending that all of this left you completely cold and you just wanted to end up in someones bed. It was a show after all.

"And I saw you getting out of that bathroom, holding hands with my best friend." You cross your arms. "Wearing the dress I bought for you. "

"I doubt that you wanted Choso to fuck you tonight." Megumi huffs, his deep voice making your heart race.

"I doubt that you wanted anyone else’s attention than mine." He was so right.

After a few more minutes of sitting in silence with the music playing softly in the background and Megumi driving off into the darkness, you roll the window all the way down. He looks over to you as you lean your head out slightly, hair waving in the breeze.

You take a deep breath and lean out a bit further, supporting yourself on the window frame. As you arch your back a little, your breasts start to perk up and you close your eyes to fully enjoy the cool night air blowing in your face. Besides the music and the sound of the engine it was so quiet outside. The world was asleep and somehow that comforted you.

You feel Megumi’s gaze on your body. His hands act upon his thoughts as he starts stroking up your calves, over your thighs and further up under your dress. You lean back inside and your eyes meet, but as always you couldn't quite read his expression.

You slowly pull your legs out of his lap and rest your feet on the dashboard. Without breaking eye contact you lift yourself up out of your seat, pulling up your dress a little and taking off your panties. His eyes widen for a second but he seems to try his best to stay composed.

In your perception, you didn't have much power over him. Not after he managed to read you like an open book once again. He was right about everything he said, even if you wish it was different.

You only went to that party because you hoped something like this would happen.

Megumi would probably not make that statement - even if it didn't seem like that to you, he knew you could bring him to his knees with the blink of an eye.

He swallows hard, turns away for a moment to look at the road and looks right back at you again. You feel his hand run across your thigh, squeezing gently.

You meet his gaze with the most innocent smile on your lips before you throw your panties in his direction.

Megumi's lips twitch as he takes a look at the pair of panties lying in his lap.

"I knew I was right." he says with a smug grin on his lips. You notice his eyes immediately scanning the road for an exit and you giggle as the car takes a sharp turn off into some run-down construction side.

"Well, you better hurry up, so you can make up for the amazing sex I would’ve had if it wasn’t for you." you purr and look up at him from big doe eyes.

He glances over, looking you up and down

"I will definitely make you regret saying that out loud." Megumi hums before he brings the car to a halt in the shadow of an unfinished building.

You roll the window back up and climb over to him without thinking twice, straddling his lap in the drivers seat. He grabs your hips to bring you into the right position and you smile down at him before you lower your lips to his neck.

"Promise?" you ask and feel his hands move all over your body before sliding under your dress, pushing it up and squeezing your ass with both of his hands while you’re leaving hickeys on his pale skin.

"God, I missed that feeling." he groans as you grind down on his lap. You can feel how hard he already was while dampening the fabric of his pants with your soaking wet pussy. You pull back for a moment and look into his eyes. Just seconds later your lips crash down on his, wet and sloppy as you hold his face with both of your hands.

His hands move further down your ass and you moan into his mouth when his fingers reach your slick heat, sliding through your wet folds. He teases you, circling your clit and your clenching hole lazily with two fingers. He deepens the kiss before your lips part with an audible pop! and you’re left to catch your breath.

His lips wander along your jaw and the side of your neck while your hands move from his face down his neck and over his chest, further down to his pants. Megumi’s hands are back on your ass to lift you up a little so you can try and open up his belt to pull down his trousers. With a hasty movement you relieve him of his pants and grind down on him immediately after.

You flinch a little when you feel his leaking tip brush against your sensitive clit. Letting out a quiet whimper you start grinding on him again, sliding his hard dick through your wet folds. He pulls you into another kiss, gentle at first before he nips at your bottom lip and then bites down hard. You pant and slide your tongue into his mouth, making him groan in return.

You pull away and look deep into his eyes, arms now wrapped around his neck. Megumi pulls you up again by your waist, positioning his cock at your wet entrance. You cry out in pleasure just as he pushes the fat tip of his cock inside you without giving you any time to adjust.

"Ahh, 'gumi! Fuck-" you moan. You lift yourself up again, the sensation of his dick filling you out being just too much to handle for you right now. Megumi looks at you, a crooked smile on his lips. Hands on your hips and lower back he pulls you closer to him, you can feel his hot breath against your neck.

"Too much?" He breathes into your ear. "Guess you didn’t fuck around after all."

"Good girl 'been waiting for me." he whispers, caressing your back with one hand before he thrusts up deep into your tight pussy, bottoming out completely. You squeal but have no chance of escaping him as he holds you in place with both of his hands.

"Ah- Fuck! Fuck- Megumi-" you whine, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"Shit- How are you so fucking tight?" you hear Megumi growl though clenched teeth as he holds you down for another moment to keep you from moving. Finally his grip on your hips loosens a little and you start grinding up and down, picking up the pace. Still, you felt how much he hated not having full control over you so he kept on guiding you with his hands.

He watched your pussy swallow his cock whole, going so deep and hitting spots inside you that made you cry out in pleasure and pain, his thick girth stretching you out just right.

Megumi is quick to push your dress further up your waist to expose your boobs, watching them bounce up and down as you keep on riding his dick. You moan out in pleasure while picking up the pace of grinding on his cock, making him pant and groan against your soft skin.

His gaze and hands wander all over your body, having your soaked cunt crush down on his cock even harder now that you were free to move however you liked. Megumi’s getting lost in watching your cute pussy bury him deep inside, creaming and slowly forming a white ring around his shaft.

Your head’s still thrown back in pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the sensation of your tight hole clenching around his thick girth, your moans and gasps and groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin fill up the car.

He watches you in awe as you fuck yourself on his cock exactly how you need it, whimpering, moaning and breathing so hard as he puts a thumb to your clit, drawing harsh circles that make you flinch.

"You’re so fucking beautiful-" he groans, trying to catch his breath and coming back to reality as he notices your moans getting needier and your breathing getting harder.

"'Please 'gumi- need you to-" you babble, your grinding on his dick gets sloppier and after a few more lazy circles Megumi's hands move to your waist, squeezing the fat on your hips on his way up.

One hand on your waist, the other moving up, grabbing and squeezing your boobs before wrapping around your neck, he holds you in place as he roughly starts fucking up into you.

Your thighs were already shaking, his hand around your neck still squeezing tightly. You’re gasping for air while now being fucked at a brutal pace.

"Oh- Fuck- just like that Megumi-" you moan. "Please d-don’t stop- Just like that-" The quiet pleads leave your lips and you close your eyes, desperately trying to hold yourself up by supporting yourself with your hands on the window frame and steering wheel.

"You think Choso would’ve made you feel like this?" Megumi sneered, already leaving bruises on your neck by how hard he was squeezing down his hand. You try to shake your head but instead you can just let out a quiet whimper.

"Huh? You think he could’ve fucked you like I fuck you?" he spat, loosening his grip just as you begin to see stars forming in the corners of your eyes. You feel his hand on your cheek and a second later you hear a loud slap! followed by a stinging sensation on your face.

"I asked you a question." he growls, his thumb on your lips, pressing into your mouth. You begin to suck on it instinctively, your eyes half closed and your strength slowly leaving you because he was pounding so hard up into you.

"N-No- only you-" you whimper, voice breaking.

"Good girl," he praises "be a good little slut and keep squeezing me so tight." His thumb leaves your mouth and you fall forward a bit, losing the support of his hands. Your walls clench around him, turning you into a moaning mess against the hot, sweaty skin of his face.

"Fuck- such a good little whore for me, huh?" Megumi growls into your ear while your head rests against the side of his face. He’s still at a brutal pace, his thrusts getting even deeper and you can’t help but whimper and cry on top of him.

"P-Please- Can’t take n’more" you sob while he fucks into you relentlessly, making you cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Please- Please let me cum-" you whimper, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes.

"Look at me." Megumi orders and you try to lean back again, supported by his strong arms holding you upright.

"F-Feels so good." you cry, squirming and wiggling under his touch, overwhelmed with the delicious feeling of his dick pumping in and out of you. He’s hitting all the right spots while your walls are squeezing him so tight. Megumi holds you in place, hands on your hips and lower back, not letting you move a centimeter to the side.

"Fuck- doing so good- now cum on my dick, be a good girl for me." Megumi groans, not taking his eyes off of you for even a second. Tears roll down your cheeks while you look deep into his dark eyes, black strands of hair sticking to the damp skin of his forehead.

With every thrust you feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter, with every brush of his shaft against your puffy clit you feel yourself getting closer to the edge until you feel that sweet release washing over your body with a final harsh thrust. Your lewd moans and your tight pussy clenching around his cock throw him over the edge just seconds later and you feel him pumping his load deep into you with a few feral groans escaping his lips.

"F-fuck- keep squeezing me so tight," he breathes into your ear, pressing your body as close as possible to his while you lazily continue to move up and down on his dick. "Good girl." Megumi moans. He holds you tight and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

For quite a long time you both are just trying to catch your breath, entwined in each others arms. The truck’s windows are steamed-up and only the shallow light of the moon falling through the windshield makes it possible for you to see anything at all.

"You’re something else." Megumi whispers after a while, his soft cock gliding out of your sticky cunt and his hot breath hitting your skin. He quickly pulls up his pants and pulls down your dress before he pulls you back into his lap, your body trembling under his touch.

"I missed you." he says and you feel so exhausted that you can only nestle into his chest, listen to his heartbeat and close your eyes, while he strokes your back gently.

"Let me stay the night. I’ll get you home." he whispers and plants a kiss on top of your hair.

"Not if you’ll leave me again." Your voice sounded so delicate and fragile, he had to pause and swallow before he could answer.

"I won’t." he says quietly.

"Please don’t leave me again." you repeat yourself and you feel a single tear forming in the corner of your eye that gets wiped away by Megumi’s hand caressing your cheek.

"I promise." You look up at him and he pulls you into a deep kiss. "I love you." you say quietly.

He doesn’t say anything.

"I still love you." You feel so vulnerable, it’s almost making you sick. "I don’t care about us fighting or fucking or obsessing over each other - deep down I know that I’m only capable of loving you."

"You’re the only one I want." You add in a low voice.

"I know." You hear Megumi’s muffled voice, his face is buried in your hair.

If only he could see the damage he did to you. How dependent you were, how much he was hurting you.

If only you could see how much you were pouring oil on his fire, how obsessed you were with him.

There was no happy end for the both of you and deep down you knew that.

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 1 year ago

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Candy Coated [Chapter Nine] Shining Confidence [Buddha]

A/n: I want to draw these fights out a bit to avoid catching up to the source material which will eventually happen, but that's the plan. The picture above was drawn by the talented Somanoko from AO3.

Warning(s): confidence, teasing, minor blood, Buddha is up to something, support, Gods and Goddesses, female reader (though I've yet to state pronouns).

Tag list: @useless-potatho , @tojibreedingme , @quinloki , @yingxian, @2lottie2, @lunas-nova , @anduinandwrathionlover, @tiredfairy, @the-queen-of-sorrows , @alientee, @lawlietliet, @hanaibea, @69your-best-night-mare69 , @bradshawwannebe

"I'm ready to go," you announce with a confident smile.

As soon as the sun rose, you got ready; showering and dressing in the outfit that Buddha had given you. Breakfast had been a bit lonely, considering the fact you ate alone, but once you were refreshed, you hurried to the main hall to meet with Buddha.

He, like the moment you first met him, was in his chair. And after your statement, he smiled.

"You look confident."

You nod in agreement.

"I am confident…or at least I am trying to be."

Buddha hums and saunters down from his chair.

"That's the way to be." He skims you over and grins. "Looks good on you."

An embarrassed heat spreads across your face. You aren't sure if he means the outfit or the confidence but you will take the compliment.

"You're sweet."

"Am I?" He asks with a raised brow.

You know he's teasing you, so you ignore the question.

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as Brother Jataka gets here," Buddha answers. "He wanted to take a short walk before we left."

You hum in response. It's not a bad idea. Though you wonder how he feels about this? You don't want to leave the realm either. Taking a deep breath you remind yourself of your confidence. It's best not to dwell on what-ifs anymore.

The sound of quiet footsteps brings your attention to Jataka as he saunters into the room. You offer him a smile, which he offers back.

"Did you enjoy your walk?"

"I did," he retorts. "And now I am ready to go."

Turning his eyes to Buddha, he hums in question.

"No sweets or junk food?"

You are honestly a little surprised that he isn't taking any with him too. Buddha merely grins, sauntering over to his chair to retrieve his staff.

"I don't need to take any."

You raise a curious brow. That's a bit unlike him. Before you can question it, however, he rests his hand on your back; Jataka sets his hand on Buddha's shoulder and the staff activates.

When the scrolls disappear back into the staff, you note that you are in the Observation Room that Brunhilde had shown you before you met Buddha. It feels as though you've come full circle.

The faint glow of the flatscreen catches your attention and you sigh, viewing the Earth again, but there's something different about it. The images of twelve people are spread across it, one of which you recognize.

Kintoki?

Could this be the Einherjar he had mentioned?

The sound of rushed footsteps breaks your focus on the flatscreen, as Brunhilde and Göll pace into the room. The former sighs in annoyance.

"I told you to arrive near the arena with the others, Buddha."

The said man grins.

"I must have over-calculated."

"I doubt that," Brunhilde retorts.

Buddha laughs in response. Does he want to see the Einherjar for himself? You can understand Brunhilde's annoyance.

"Should we not go to the arena for the tournament?" You ask Buddha. It's best not to demand him to leave; it's obvious he does what he wants.

"There is a waiting room for you on the God's side, Buddha-sama," Brunhilde mentions. "It should have all of the accommodations that will make your wait enjoyable."

Buddha hums.

"My wait, huh? Are you insinuating something, Bu-chan?"

"Me? Never," the woman retorts with a confused look.

Something about this is odd. You glance between the two unsure of what is going on.

"But humans aren't allowed on the God's side," Göll states.

"We will make an exception given the tether," Brunhilde mentions. Her green eyes turn to Jataka. "I'm afraid that is as far as I can extend my gratitude."

Jataka smiles.

"It is no issue. I will watch the tournament from Humanity's side."

"Which is starting soon," Göll claims in a slight panic.

Brunhilde sighs.

"I trust that you can find your waiting room on your own, right, Buddha-sama?"

The said man grins and though he seems reluctant to listen, he leaves the Observation Room. You join him in the hall, standing beside him as Jataka says his farewells.

"Do try to behave," he mentions.

Buddha laughs in response.

You know better than to assume he will, but it's nice of him to worry. The three of you part ways; you walk beside Buddha down the hall toward the God's side of the arena.

"Are we going to your waiting room?" You ask.

"Once we see the opening of the first round," Buddha answers.

You hum, a bit curious as to who the two sides will start the tournament with. You reckon the Gods will want to make a statement, so they will most likely send out someone strong.

Thanatos…or perhaps Zeus himself.

You have to admit, it's a bit exciting.

On the stairs overlooking the arena, you take note of the thousands of spectators, Gods, and humans alike. It's nerve-wracking but you had expected as much. This is a significant event.

"The chatter is a bit loud," you admit.

Buddha hums.

"The who's who of Gods and Humans is here." He pauses a moment and points straight into the air. "And right above us is the VIP box. I bet the old man is up there giggling under his breath because he thinks this is going to be easy."

"That's an amusing image," you admit with a grin.

The God beside you laughs.

"Not as amusing as the look on his face when he tried those jelly beans."

You raise a curious brow as he hunches over and positions his arms behind his back. His eyes grow wide and he makes a series of overdramatic gags that make you snort in laughter.

"That tastes horrible. Like moldy cheese and barf. You youngsters and your weird candies. I will have to pass," Buddha states, mocking Zeus the best he can.

"That was a terrible joke…but he certainly deserved it," you admit. "I wish I could have seen it."

This would have to do. If only the other Gods and Goddesses had been included.

"I was merely sharing your gift," Buddha claims.

He would be the type to kill them with kindness; a gesture of friendliness that had turned sour because he was a bit biased.

This means he left the good ones in the box for our next game.

You smile, happy to have spent time with him. At least for a short while.

A piercing sound similar to a microphone echoes around the arena as a short God with a robot-like face walks onto the field. He lifts a golden megaphone to his mouth and clears his throat.

"This is the moment that I've been waiting for ages! The moment to blow this Gjallarhorn!" The God states in excitement. "The time to open the curtain of the Ragnarok is drawing near! Are you rrready for this?!"

A chorus of cheers erupts from the crowd, making you tighten your jaw. Covering one ear you turn your eyes to Buddha, leaning close to him.

"That's Heimdall, isn't it? He certainly knows how to work the crowd."

The said man pouts.

"Do I not look like my textbook counterpart?"

"Not exactly," you admit with a snort. "But neither does he. His horn though is notable; that's how I knew."

Buddha hums and averts his eyes to the arena. You follow suit, missing the rules, though you are certain it's pretty clear how this works.

"The first bout," Heimdall announces as he directs the crowd to a doorway beneath your feet. "Introducing the vanguard from the God's side! This man! Everyone knows of this God. Everybody wants to see his maximum poweeer! His Mjölnir can even–"

Your eyes widen in shock. No way! From the platform leading to the arena walks an extremely tall and muscular man with long red hair. The hammer he's carrying is massive, even bigger than his body. Before Heimdall even announces his name, you utter it in awe.

He's intimidating.

For some reason, you had expected his movie counterpart to walk out, spinning his hammer in the air. The thought makes you grin.

The Gods made a good move.

"And then his challenger!" Heimdall shouts. "The vanguard from Mankind's side…is this man!"

The sound of a gong permeates the air, followed by the bang of drums and the swish of symbols as hundreds of armored men surround the opposite doorway. Their chants of 'no' as Heimdall questions their will and power bring goosebumps to your skin.

Then from the gate springs a beautiful black horse and upon it is a figure bound in blood-red bandages. As the horse approaches the arena, the bandages begin to rip, uncovering a muscular tattooed man with long dark hair.

Your eyes widen in response. He's more intimidating than Thor.

"The most powerful of all Chinese heroes! Lü Bu!" Heimdall introduces him as.

Lü Bu? There isn't much you know about him, but you have heard of him. Based on the aura he's radiating and his appearance, you feel as though he's a good match for the God's heavy hitter.

A warm hand on your shoulder turns your attention to Buddha, who motions for you to follow him. You do, a bit reluctant to leave the arena, however, you do want to watch the match from the comfort of the waiting room, at least until you want to.

In the bowels of the arena, minutes later, a piercing nose like the sound of a horn permeates the air. You glance at Buddha in question and he hums.

"Sounds like the match has begun."

You take an uneasy breath, merely nodding. It's fine. You trust that Brunhilde knows what she is doing. Focusing on Buddha, as he once mentioned, you continue down the hall to the waiting rooms, finding a door with an ornate lotus on it. You've always found it impressive the length the Valkyries go to make the Gods feel comfortable. It's a bit strange that Buddha has a waiting room, but you dismiss the thought and walk into the room.

The ambiance is ideal. It's laid back and painted in shades of blue and green. A large bed sits on the far side of the room and instead of a couch, there is a swing chair with a plush cushion situated in the middle. It's gorgeous.

"They spared no expenses," you utter.

Buddha hums. Sauntering over to a side table near the bed, he takes a lollipop from a lotus-shaped bowl and pops it eagerly into his mouth.

"Bu-chan is trying her best to butter me up, isn't she?"

You raise a brow. What for?

"I think it suits you."

Buddha grins. Also from the table, he picks up what appears to be a tablet and shows it to you.

"So we can watch the matches."

You hum in understanding and close the gap to take it, turning the device on. The first scene that pops up makes you widen your eyes in shock. Thor is wearing some sort of black gloves as he weirdly positions his body, almost like he's trying to rest his back on the ground while standing up.

"What are these gloves?"

You realize the tablet has a rewind option, so you take it back to see Thor materialize them once he and Lü Bu clash. A small bubble pops up on the screen with an icon of the gloves on them, so you tap it.

"Járngreipr," you read. A list of facts appears on the side of the screen. "These gloves are rumored to be able to withstand any attack. Worn by Thor to protect his hands from the heat of Mjölnir, though this is a misunderstanding."

Your brow rises. A misunderstanding? You have no idea what this means.

"It seems like he's already taking this seriously," Buddha remarks.

"Because of the stance?" You ask.

Buddha agrees with a nod. So, he's preparing to attack. Another fact pops up moments later, stating that Thor wiped out 66 Jotun with this attack during the Asgard-Jotun battle in ancient times. You feel doubt creep up your spine but a comforting hand on your lower back soothes it away, at least for the moment.

Can Lü Bu withstand this much power? In horror you watch electricity fill the arena, emanating from the hammer. And with a single strike, the image on the screen is shrouded in blinding light. You groan and avert your eyes, turning them back quickly once it's over. Another fact pops up on the screen, making you widen your eyes.

Thor's Hammer, an instant kill technique.

There's no way that it's over. What hope does–

"Breath," Buddha orders. He helps you to sit down on the bed. "It's not over."

To your shock, once the arena clears, you witness Lü Bu standing unharmed with his spear aimed down. What surprises you more is that Thor is bleeding from a cut to the chest. He did it. He managed to cut a God.

You shout in triumph and toss your arms around Buddha. The God laughs in response, holding you there against him. The feel of his muscles brings heat to your face and a pleasant tingle to your stomach.

"There is that confidence."

You grin. It's too early to tell who will win the match, but you are certain now your kind has a chance. The hold you have around Buddha tightens. There is no point in wasting this. It's best if you just relax and take pleasure in the moment.

And watch the match too, I suppose.

#record of ragnorak fanfic #buddha (ror)#record of ragnorak fandom #buddha x reader #female reader insert #shuumatsu no valkyrie #soulmate au

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snootlestheangel · 1 year ago

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COD AU Ideas

Yup, just a big list of AU ideas I've had rattlin' around in the ole brain. I may not ever get around to doing something with most of these. Some might be very thought out and others a simple sentence of a concept. These are all my concepts, so have the expectation that these will eventually become my fics.

I'm unsure right now if any of these will turn into actual works, cause goodness knows I already have too much on my plate right now, BUT for the most part, what I put here is/will be what to expect if I actually do something with them. In other words, these will serve as "fic descriptions" but just for fics that may never come to be.

The first one I didn't include a "fic" description just cause it's such a niche AU and I really want to inspire others to write their own stuff for it. So please let me know if you want my idea for the work!

Anyways, here's some brain rot!

Prison Break AU

SoapGhost AU where they're both in prison and plan an escape together. Based simply on the idea of "We escaped prison together, and oops we fell in love along the way". SO MUCH angst potential, so much comedy potential, so much potential!!!!

I'll definitely do something with it one day, but we don't have any of these bad boys (that I'm aware of) so please ask me/tag me if you want to write a Prison Break/Prison AU of our boys!!! Like, a Prison AU is a phenomenal idea why have I not heard of anything like this existing already???

Cryptid Hunters AU

AU in which Task Force 141 is actually an entire section of the modern military dedicated to controlling/monitoring the cryptid/monster populations of the world. Sometimes this means killing really rare/dangerous ones. Would contain PriceNik (subject to change into including Graves), SoapGhost, GazAlex.

It's the 141 boys just hunting cryptids with the help of Shadow Company (the North American version), Kate Laswell, and a few others. *honestly not my favorite AU, most likely to be forgotten about*

Cryptid Hunters AU but a bit to the left

Same concept as before but Ghost is a cryptid himself. Ghost still acts like a normal dude, and is a part of the 141 because they're actually super helpful for him, as a powerful cryptid-most-likely-ancient-deity. Helpful because they remove competition/keep most cryptids under check. But not helpful cause they stress him out, they want to find The Ghost and put "it" down cause it's apparently super dangerous.

He's a modern cryptid, meaning stories about his cryptid-self are recent (last like 20 years), which makes him that much more terrifying. He's actually one of the most notorious English cryptids; known for his abilities to phase in and out of shadows, creating pillars of solidified black sand, changing his size from massive to incredibly small, and causing incredibly vivid hallucinations of deceased loved ones. He earned the name Ghost cause of those hallucinations and how he often appears like the ghost of a person long deceased. Cue SoapGhost happening and lots of angst potential with that. Also so much comedy cause they're all like "Damn Ghost was spotted again" and he has to act surprised by what they find when they investigate the area. Soap openly defending the entity of Ghost by saying that he's "never killed anyone! 'Sides we should study him and learn about him! He's probably the only one of his kind, ya know!" Ghost falling in love with the strange little human that looks in awe at the massive structures Ghost makes with his crystalized black sand. Ghost intentionally making them more intricate as time goes on, letting himself get spotted in his full "demonic" form cause the excitement and borderline insane curiosity on Soap's face is always worth it. Now this?? This is good shit that I really want to write now

Soap is a Healer AU

Can't think of a good concise thing to call this AU so lemme explain! Soap who is part of a small percentage of people that possess unique abilities. Their designed to "heal souls" so to speak. People with lots of baggage in their lives often seek out the comfort of these "healers" because they can genuinely help them "heal" from all of this. Part of this means helping them move on from the loss of loved ones, like friends and family, or even pets. This means they can see ghosts of people that someone is still attached to. It's not the ghosts being attached to the people, it's the living not wanting to/struggling to move on. Healers can interact with a person's ghost(s) and vice versa, which is often how they help people move on.

Make it SoapGhost though where "Healers" shouldn't be in the military. There's been too many that have gone insane themselves from all the pain and misery they see/feel/experience on a daily basis. Even if they never see a battlefield, they're constantly surrounded by those who have and it's a miserable experience. Healers in these positions often take their own lives because "they couldn't save everyone" and it eventually became incredibly difficult for a Healer to get to where Soap is. But Soap's identity as a Healer is known by like maybe 3 people, Price not included. And he's not got the true "Healer" personality: he's not quite as empathetic and self-sacrificing as people like his mum, so he's doing just fine where he is.

Then he meets Ghost and suddenly all that changes. He suddenly meets someone he knows he needs to "heal" because damn. He sees the Riley family: Ghost's mum, Tommy and Beth, Joseph, and even Roach. Soap slowly winning Ghost over with the help of the Riley family. Soap slowly helping Ghost move on, helping to convince Ghost that Roach is gone, it's okay to love someone else, Ghost realizing Soap is "Healer" and getting upset that he's just "using" Ghost or whatever the fuck, Soap having to convince him that he fell in love with him, not that he's trying to heal him because it's what Soap is, but because he loves him. Soap saying he fell in love when he realized how many years had passed since the Riley family's passing, how unusual it is for people to have such strong "ghosts" after more than 5 years, saying he fell in love because it means Ghost is such a deeply caring, loving person. He fell in love because often times the "ghosts" in a person's life just continue on like nothing happened, and seeing the way they love Simon, seeing the way little Joseph just adores his uncle, everything about Simon Riley made Soap fall in love.

Undercover AU

This one's a GazAlex AU actually!

Literally what it sounds like. The two have to work together as an undercover duo, often times pretending to be a couple, as they help track down a big bad. Lot of flustered Alex caused by Gaz simply ~existing~. So many cliche tropes in this bad boy. The "there was only one bed", the "make out in an alley to avoid getting caught", the "pretending to be married".

Just a lot of Gaz being the coolest, most badass mf-er to exist and Alex trying desperately to keep things "professional" between them and failing miserably. Gaz being confident and using it to make Alex even more flustered cause "heh, he's kinda cute when he's all red and embarrassed". Gaz knowing full well the crisis he's giving Alex like 90% of the time, but not pushing Alex out of his comfort zone cause it's clear Alex likes him but doesn't want to compromise anything about their mission.

So much silly goofy potential with this, but also like some genuine good shit. Also Laswell and Price being older, "wiser" gays just laughing at the two dancing around each other.

Definitely going to be a fic once I finish one of my current WIPs. This either means posting all the YouTuber AU drabbles I have in my drafts or the last 4 chapters of my Left4Dead AU. Probably the latter...

Anyways, feel free to ask questions about these AUs! I'd love to get an excuse to share more of my brain rot!

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