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lovepookie · 4 months

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♡︎ how enha would ask for a kiss!

♡︎ disclaimer: i am passive-aggressive and sarcastic, so please know im joking!! also i love these men lets bfr 😔

♡︎ warnings: cursing, kissing, suggestive in jake’s and kind of in jay’s?, please lmk if i missed anything!

heeseung ༉‧₊˚.

hmmm okay heeseung! the devil himself. 😣

i think it’d be un-natural for him to ask for a kiss,, like he’d easily just lean in with a smile and kiss you—and you’d let him!

but, I feel like if he does ask beforehand, it’s because he’s doing it on purpose to catch you off gaurd.

like if Jay meticulously thinks about asking before doing so,, this dude would just do it out of nowhere

like simply because you two are having fun type shit.

you’re mid laugh and he’d just stare at you like….my god…that’s the love of my life. :((

“Oh my god, you’re so stupid!” You’d laugh out, hitting him on his shoulder because he sent you a cheesy grin after saying something really idiotic LMAO

he’d grab your hand as you hit him and wouldn’t let it go, urging you closer so you don’t get away

he’d watch you smile and analyze the way your balled fist feels gainst him when you hit him playfully——and he most definitely see’s the way the sides of your eyes crinkle in happiness.

he’s just blown away 🥹

he prolly has a ~this person is all mine~ type of mindset.

“I want you to kiss me.” He’d say out of nowhere.,,,

LIKE!! it’s a command or something,, not even a question! 😧

bcs, he’s not trying to make it sound cliche and ask lmfaooo!

also he hasn’t had enough time to think about it, he just talks out his first thoughts🤕… damn….

but you’d sit there all taken aback and shocked, still trying to retrieve your hand from him 😵‍💫

and he smiles with this pretty teasing smile,,

all happy because he has you flustered like he always does :(((

“What? You don’t want to kiss me?” He asks, head tilting.

and you hit him again

over and over with your fists

“Lee Heeseung! Stop fucking around!” LMFAOOO

and he’d laugh, and laugh and laugh.

then he’d pull you near, clutching your fists and pulling you close

then his pretty lips are still smiling when they touch yours

all light and teasing…

and you’re still fighting him 💀💀

see! so he’d only ask on the basis to make you flustered, but most of the time he doesn’t really think before he kisses you;; he just does it!

jay ༉‧₊˚.

nerd

would probably do a lot of self reflection before ever asking directly for a kiss…

he also strikes me as a dude who would just pull you in naturally instead of asking really…

but!! let’s say he’s asking lol

He’d definitely do the stare at your left eye

lips

then back up to your right eye type of mechanism 😎

he’s so cool! (i’m trying to act like i’m not phased but in reality jay has me in a chokehold)

anyways,,

he’d really set the moment n shît, maybe there’s a couple candles lit,, maybe you two were having dinner and then he followed you to the kitchen to set the dishes in the sink, soft smiles and racing hearts pounding in each of your chests.

he’d definitely set it up nice and throughout the whole dinner he’d been staring at your lips but missed every opportunity given to kiss you bcs of the way you stared into his eyes and down his soul lmao!!

you made him nervous too okay!!

but suddenly, now that you’ve set the dishes down and turned to leave, he’s entrapping you between the kitchen island and his arms.

would definitely use the “can i kiss you?” line.

yet,, it’s mumbled underneath his breathe for only you two to hear and it totally defeats the purpose because he’s already leaning in, pushing your hair out of your face, all with that jaw of his tilting

you know,,

his 🔪 jaw

and as soon as your lips touch, the nerves are gone and bro is a little too confident

🫥

the kiss is all slow and a bit drawn out and long…you taste the minty gum he just disgarded a few minutes ago…

yeah! this is THAT type of kiss

that’s the only way he’d ask imo…

it’s like he’s asking because you know he knows it’s not a regular normal one he’s asking for 🤭

the vibes just have to be right.

wheeew :((

jake ༉‧₊˚.

AUR KAY!

i feel like any chance he gets to kiss you, he’d ask you before-hand all smooth n shît 🙄

it’s actually upsetting because he knows it does shit to you lmao

and he ALWAYS! asks for one when he feels attracted to you in some way :(

for instance; maybe you’d been trying things on from your latest shopping spree and are currently showing him the outfits one by one

this particular one you just showed him would show you and your figure off just right and boy!!! he would be a heated mess !

hands all over you—no time to think

your bodies are pulled very close together just how he likes it…

and he’d go;

“can i have a kiss? or two? or three??” whilst staring down into your eyes. 😣

and you fall for it everytime!

“yes. yes, you may….”

and his lips are on yours

and-and-and! he he hums into your mouth in satisfaction through the kiss….😧

fuck him.

anyways the energy created in the studio would be for baby making is all I’m saying.

but besides this he also asks in wholesome cute times too !

it’s like he doesn’t have any shame almost—or like he takes pride in asking and initiating things.

like imagine y’all laughing together after a continued stream of jokes that you guys take turns layering with more jokes

and he turns to you, intertwining your hand’s with his pretty upturned smile, his bottom lip falling out from between his teeth as he calms down from laughing

“You-…You make me so happy…I really want to kiss you right now.” He’d say, staring over at you.

⚰️.

AND YOU’D LET HIM!! OFC U WOULD BECAUSE I WOULD TOO :((

sickening.

sunghoon ༉‧₊˚.

well well well 😈

you see, our dear hoonies pride would never allow him to ask for a kiss or any type of affection outright,,

he’d only do that once he’s frustrated by you not intituating things after a couple hints here and there.

so let the games commence ☠️🤡

bro would already have pink in his cheeks when he’d clear his throat like the wimp he is,, trying to gather your attention and let you know he wants your affection

pero (but) you already know him already!

you’d smirk and continue to go about your day whilst scrolling on your phone,, acting as if you don’t know what he wants LMAOO

bro would mess with the hem of your shirt or shamelessly crawl his fingers into yours in a non-invasive way so as to not take your full attention in one go because he’s scared you’ll figure him and his needy tsundere self out

jokes on him,, you know exactly wtf he’s doing LMFAOO

he’d continue to clear his throat, getting closer and closer to you before you’d finally utter some words to help him out;

“hoon? you need something?” you’d ask, eyes taking a moment to look at him for the first time in ages.

he’d blush and shoot you a frown,, embarrassed to even get to this point.

“no, not really…do you want to like…do something?” he’d ask.

by this time he’d see the teasing smile make its way onto your face and would groan out in feisty frustration.

“oh my god, you know I want your attention and a kiss…why are you putting me through- a-all of this!?” he’d grumble, throwing your hand away to your side as he walks away LMAOO

poor kid 🥹

you’d laugh and run after him, hands going behind his head/neck and bringing him down to your level, your lips finally connecting.

he’d blush but his stubbornness for your affection wouldn’t allow himself to pull away,,, and THEN his hands would confidently make their way to your sides finally.

see,,,

he just needs a lil ~push~ is all ! ☝️

help the boy out!! 😭

sunoo ༉‧₊˚.

mkay, so I think sunoo is a sweet and cute uwu baby…and I think the way he asks for a kiss would be the same :((

but tell me why!?!?

i think he’d be kind of smooth with it…

y’all are in the same room, maybe you’re on the bed with him, his head in your lap as he stares up at you with his honey brown eyes…

you know! THOSE PRETTY EYES 😞

a smile on full display as u play with his hair

and he just stares at you,, taking you in with love :(

then at one point he notices your lip gloss.

“y/n?”

“mhm?”

“your gloss looks really pretty…can I try it?”

and you’re like 😊 😧 😳

because oh man I think he’s flirting!

and he laughs at you as you go pink…

y’all are so cute :(

but he’s not going to stop there—he still hasn’t retrieved his kiss ‼️

“…you’re so cute…can I have a kiss?” he’d ask through a smile, deciding to just be straightforward with it. he’s not going to get anywhere without being direct—by the looks of your flustered state anyways lol!

and you’d nod,, not wanting to utter any words in fear that you’d say the wrong thing lmao

you’d just lean down and peck his pretty lips.

it’s quick!

but sunoo is more than satisfied—and when you pull away he’s pursing his lips to spread the gloss you left behind on them and then he watches as you go even redder :(

he’s picking up too much from his hyungs mayhaps 😟

((the office camera pans to you sitting in a corner,, an absolute blushing mess))

jungwon ༉‧₊˚.

this duuuudeeee

okay hear me out!

i don’t think wonnie ever makes advances first

like the others definitely will,, but he strikes me as he’d never

no matter how much he’d want to

like he’d have to be really serious for him to do it lmao!

i think instead,,, it’d be like you’re already leaning in,, maybe it’s a soft moment and y’all are just laying in bed or on the couch cuddling

because jungwon strikes me as a kid who would never actively do PDA,, but when you are alone he’d cling onto you and follow you around, hands to his sides and his chin on your shoulder from behind

or like he’d play with your hands

OR! hear me out!

bro would put you in headlocks just to be closer to you in a funny way

💀💀💀 jsjsj

that’d be so funny lmao

anyways back to the purpose of this whole thing,,

wonnie would be the little spoon until he turns around because you started to speak on something funny that he wants to hear you say again or sum

so he spins around, your arms still around his waist

like the baby girl he is ☝️😌

and he’s just smiling that ugly scary ass smile

and your faces are so close

so when you go quiet after a giggle and glance at his lips

HE SEE’S IT ALL!

and you’re probably already leaning in but haven’t got the guts to fully go for it

so he’d say some shit like

“are you thinking what I’m thinking?” 😭

LIKE? SHUT UP LMAOO

it makes you laugh msksksksj

and he giggles back too :((

then you’re leaning in for him and muah! 🥹

so u see….

he’d never ask,,; but would instead say some dumb shit to kind of insinuate he wants a kiss

another example;

*gets really close to you*

*small silence*

“you want to kiss me, don’t you?” he’d say teasingly

JSJSJSJS MF?

even tho he got close first??

….

fuck off. :(

niki ༉‧₊˚.

sjsj

okay so…

we got riki up…

this kid….🫥

tbh I think if he wants a kiss, he would never ask out loud.

would probably do some type of gesture or something to get your attention and lead you on to kiss him lmao

for example ☝️

he’d walk up to wherever you’re sat, lean over and just get real close to you,, then he’ll proceed to tilt his head and tap his cheek.😒

tap tap…

with that playful smirk of his smh.

now this is all fun and games..so you roll your eyes but kiss his cheek nonetheless..

then this guy! 😠

he’ll tap his other cheek.

so—

muah.

that one gets a kiss too.

he giggles as you stare at him because you’ve done this enough times to know exactly what he wants next.

his pointer finger goes to his lips, and for a second you see his cheeky beauty…the mole on his chin doing no favors for his pretty playful self.

so you decide to give him the kiss of a lifetime bcs HE should be embarrassed!

not you!!! 😣

you confidently grab both sides of his face in your hands and you let the kiss you plant on his lips last a little longer than a peck.

when you pull away he’s still got that cheeky smile,, but now he’s all red in the face and neck and proceeds to scurry off.

brat! 🙄

(we love niki in this household!)

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daisies-daydreams · 7 months

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OMG IM SO GLAD YOURE BACK. IVE BEEN DEPRAVED BRO. SOOOOOO..pervert könig or Simon with a chubby s/o 🤭🤭 I need it absolutely FILTHY (i wanna see what’s filthy in your view 😭) PLEASE AND THANK YOU? (Most likely my requests will be with chubby people cause…I can count on my fingers and toes the amount of fics that are body inclusive…aka not enough 😔)

Header Credit: @ave661

Pairing: Pervert!Simon Riley x Plus-Sized!F!Reader

Category: Pure Smut (18+)

Warnings: Male Masturbation, Panty-Stealer Simon Riley™️, Panty Sniffing, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex(M!/F!Receiving), Reverse Cowgirl, Mating Press, Cum Marking, Unprotected P in V Sex (you know the drill), Pet Names (baby, love/lovie, sweetheart, fuck bunny), Swearing, Reader's a bit of a pervert too 😳

Word Count: 3.1k+

A/N: Hello my dear! Thank you for the spicy request, I had a lot of fun writing it/making it as filthy as I could. 😏 I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Oh, fuck”. Simon uttered in a whispery groan as he furiously pumped his throbbing cock. His muscular thighs tensed as his hand shoved your dirty panties even closer to his nose, the fabric nearly suffocating him. What’s more, another dirty pair of your panties hung loosely around his hips, a small spot of your wetness still lingering in the crotch.

It wasn’t his fault he found it while he was doing laundry today. With you being away grocery shopping, he had to deal with his sudden hard-on somehow. No, it couldn’t wait-not after he took a deep, hungry whiff of your slick coating the crotch of your soft underwear.

“Fuck, baby,” Simon choked as he moved his hand even faster. The image of you bouncing on his cock in a reverse cowgirl position bombarded his already fucked-out mind: the way your cute, round ass would jiggle as he kneaded your sweet love handles. His legs shook and tensed as he curled the ridges of his fingers over the giant vein under his shaft, giving it extra attention as his balls tightened.

“(Y-Y/N),” he moaned before his jaw went slack. He thrusted his hips forward, his cock spilling rope after rope of his hot seed against your panties. Simon inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of your essence driving him further into pure bliss. Heat coursed through every inch of his body as he completely soaked your clothes with his thick cum. He rocked his hips forward a few more times, this high fading away as he caught his breath.

“Simon?”

His eyes snapped open as his heart stopped. He didn’t dare to turn around to see your face, his throat running dry as he remained still. He heard you shuffle around a bit in the threshold of the bedroom. His spend was already starting to feel cold against his hand as you slowly walked over.

“Are those my panties?” you asked with a slightly strained voice. Simon felt like his lungs were burning before he finally took a shallow breath.

“Yeah,” he simply replied as he the panties in his hand fall to the floor. He felt his hands crow clammy as he sat with his legs spread and cock softening in his hand. Simon's shoulders tensed when he felt you place a soft hand on one of them. His throat tightened as you rubbed your warm hand over his goose-bumped skin. You didn’t say anything for quite some time before sighing.

“You couldn’t wait until I got home, huh?” you murmured. Simon swallowed and nodded, his face remaining blank as he screamed internally.

“How the fuck could I? You make it damn near impossible for me to not bend you over every surface of this house. You're fuckin' gorgeous,” he replied bluntly as he finally looked into your eyes. Your jaw dropped as you clutched the bottom of your shirt.

"W-What?" you stammered. Simon sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“A gorgeous girl who leaves her freshly wet panties on top of the hamper, that is,” he muttered. Your eyes widened as you blushed furiously, making him smirk. “So...you admit it?” Simon asked as he stood up, letting your cum-stained panties fall to the ground with a soft thud. You audibly gulped as you glanced to the side.

“I-I don’t know what you're talking about,” you said as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Simon raised a brow as he took a step closer. The way you squirmed and played with your hair told him everything he needed to know. You gasped and braced the wall as he loomed over you, resting an arm just above your head.

“Such a naughty little thing,” he purred. Your breath hitched as he nipped and kissed at the sensitive spot just below your ear. Simon grinned against your skin as his hands wandered beneath your shirt, tracing over every roll and stretch mark. He kissed along your neck as he slid his hand beneath your bra and gently pinched your nipples. You released a small whimper, your eyes rolling back as he massaged your sensitive buds.

“S-Simon,” you panted as you grabbed his dark shirt. He inhaled sharply at the sound of his name as he tugged your soft nipples.

“Mmm, you have no idea how fuckin’ crazy you make me, love,” he growled into your ear. You moaned as he rubbed his hips against yours, his dick already growing hard once more. Simon felt blood pumping straight down to his cock as he heard your cute moans and pleas fall from your lips.

“Simon, please,” you whined as he smoothed his thumbs over your buds. Please. The word that always broke him. You squealed when his hands left your breasts and clasped over your waist.

“Fuck, wanna fill you up with all my cum,” he confessed with a bellowing snarl. You moaned at his words as his fingers dipped below the band of your pants. "You want that, love? Want me to make you gush with my fuckin' seed?" Simon murmured. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt his fingers being drenched in your juices.

"Y-Yes! Please fill me, Simon!” you moaned. Both of you shivered as he rubbed three digits against your wet folds.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already fuckin’ soaked,” Simon breathed. You swallowed as he rubbed his fingers back and forth against your slit, your cunt squelching at his lewd ministrations. You whined when he pulled back, his fingers glistening with your juices as he observed them.

“You wanna know what I was thinkin' of when I was soakin' your panties with my cum?” he murmured as if telling you a secret. You blinked and shook your head. He chuckled, eyes half lidded as he licked the tips of his fingers. Simon hummed at the sweet taste of your slick before swiping his tongue across his pink lips. “I was thinkin' of you riding my cock, your cute ass facin' me while I held onto your hips,” he explained before squeezing your waist.

“Just like this,” Simon whispered. He smirked when he felt you lean up to kiss him, your soft, warm lips caressing his as you hungrily devoured his mouth. Your lover backed up to the bed as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands making quick work of pulling down your sweatpants and panties.

You huffed before backing away and peeling them off of you. Simon’s eyes lit up when he saw your juicy slit, his mouth watering at the thought of his cock about to be swallowed whole by your gummy walls. You quickly tore your shirt and bra off before resting your hands on his chest.

“You still want me to ride you, Si?” you asked sweetly. He tilted his head to the side and hummed.

“I don’t just want you to ride me: I want to feel your pussy gush on my lap. I want to bend you in half…fuck, I want cover every inch of your beautiful body with my cum,” he said. Your eyes widened at his reply, fingernails nearly digging into his skin. Simon kissed your forehead.

“I just want you, (Y/N),” Simon purred in a low whisper. He nearly gasped when you pushed him onto your bed, his body bouncing on the mattress. His dark eyes were trained on you as you wrapped your hand around his semi-hard cock.

“I want you, too, more than anything,” you breathed as you squeezed the base of his cock. Simon propped himself up on his thick forearms as you slowly pumped your fist around his length. He groaned as you swiped your thumb across his slit, his body growing hotter by the second.

“Fuck, lovie-that’s it, just like that,” Simon groaned. You kissed the tip of his dick, your other hand rubbing and massaging his heavy balls as his legs shook. “Fuuuck,” he drawled as his cock grew even harder in your grasp. Simon screwed his eyes shut as you swirled your tongue around his flushed tip, your hand gliding up and down his girth at just the right pace. He grunted when he felt his dick grow hard enough, placing his hand on top of yours.

“Mind if I spoil my girl a little?” Simon asked. You swallowed and nodded. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Get on the bed, then, love,” he murmured. You scrambled onto the bed, drawing another chuckle out of him at how quick you were to spread your legs. He eyed your pussy hungrily as he sucked on his fingers before pressing his thumb to your puffy clit. You keened and curled your toes as he gently pumped two of his digits inside your slick hole.

“Love how your pretty pussy hugs my fingers,” Simon groaned as he felt your walls clench around his thick digits. You gasped as he reached further inside and curled his fingers against your spongey g-spot. His heart skipped a beat as he pumped his fingers in and out of your tight hole, the ridges of each digit gliding along your soft walls.

He captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, not minding the taste of himself in the slightest as he swiped his tongue over yours. He tilted his head a little, capturing you in an even deeper embrace as his chest rubbed over your hard nipples. After a few more strokes, Simon pulled his fingers out, leaving your hole gaping and begging for something to fill it.

“Think you’re ready for my cock, sweetheart?” Simon asked.

“Yes,” you said breathily. He flashed a warm smile before patting both of your thighs.

“You know what to do,” he said lowly. You giggled as you crawled down the bed, your body moving side to side in a hypnotic dance as you swayed your hips. Simon groaned as you arched your back and shook your rear, your curves luring him like a Siren’s song. You continued your little dance before you hovered your hips above his. He relished in feeling your soft thighs slotting over his waist as you took hold of his shaft.

His heart pounded in his ears as you rubbed his bulbous tip along your wet folds before sliding it around your tight entrance. Your lover squeezed your love handles as you slowly sank down on his cock. His breath hitched as he felt your hole spread wide open for him with a loud squelch. He dug his fingers into your flesh as your plush walls parted with every inch you took.

“God, this pussy’s so perfect for me baby,” he swallowed thickly as he felt the tightness constrict around his twitching member. You shuddered when he finally bottomed out inside you, his plump balls resting against the sheets as his cock throbbed inside your wet cavern.

“Feel so full, Si,” you keened as you arched your back. Simon’s pupils blew up as you slowly ground your hips back and forth, the gentle motion already making his mind sink further into primal desire. He groaned as your walls fluttered around him, your ass moving back and forth against his stomach as he pawed at your hips.

“Mmm look at you-my little fuck bunny spreadin’ herself open on my cock,” Simon moaned. You yelped when he slapped your ass, his eyes mesmerized by the way it jiggled and bounced. You sucked in a sharp breath before you started to slide your hips back and forth a little faster. Simon rubbed circles against your supple hips as you massaged his cock with your warm, tight walls. His heart raced as you finally raised your hips a few inches and sank back down, the flesh of your bum rippling as it came into contact with his taut lower stomach.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon cursed as your slick cunt gripped his member. The beautiful sound of your flesh slapping against his filled the room.

Plap Plap Plap Plap.

“S-Simon!” you cried out his name as he started to buck his hips in time with your bouncing. He bared his gritted teeth as he felt the familiar knot wind tighter and tighter inside his belly.

“Gonna cum, lovie? Gonna soak my lap, hm?” Simon grunted with a half-lidded stare. You nodded, your movements growing more sloppy as your slick dribbled down his length and pooled against his balls. You whined when he dug his nails into your waist, his throat tightening as your walls gripped and hugged his dick.

“Come on, then: cum for me, baby,” Simon groaned. You suddenly stiffened above him before sinking back down. Your cries flooded the room as your cunt spasmed around his thick shaft, a ring of cream oozing from between your two sexes as you chanted his name. Simon’s eyes rolled back as he felt his cock being sucked against your cervix as your slick pussy pulsated.

“Good girl, such a good girl f’me,” he puffed and smoothed his hands over the crescents in your sides. You eventually rested on his lap before he suddenly raised your hips again. He groaned when his swollen cock slid out of your pussy with a slick “pop”. You turned your head, hands still gripping his thighs as you gave him a puzzled look.

“Not done with you yet,” Simon husked. You bit your lip and wiggled your hips as he spread your asscheeks apart. He sighed as he locked eyes with your puckering hole, your sweet juices coating your folds and sticking to the inside of your thighs. Your thighs shook as he leaned up and licked a bold, wet stripe up from your clit to your entrance. His eyes fluttered closed as he tasted your delectable release, drinking it as if it were the most divine ambrosia. He smacked his lips before swirling his wet tongue around your hole, drawing a melodic moan from your precious, soft lips.

"H-Honey, baby, mmm!" you babbled as Simon prodded your entrance open with is wet muscle. You squealed as he thrusted his tongue inside, flicking the tip as deep as he could. Simon gripped your asscheeks as he moved his head side to side, savoring the way your arousal flowed into his desperate mouth. He smiled against your folds before giving your pussy a sloppy kiss.

“Get on your back, lovie,” he said as he smoothed his hands over the globes of your ass. Your legs still shook as you crawled over the the pillows. He sighed at the beautiful sighed before him: puffy tummy sticking out and your thick thighs spread apart, letting your pretty, glistening cunt be on full display for him. Simon shuffled towards you before laying, his rough hands on your knees. “You still good for us to keep going?” he asked. You nodded vigorously.

“Yes,” you swallowed.

“Mmm, good,” Simon hummed. You gasped as he gently slid his hands beneath your thighs before pushing them up. Your belly and breasts shifted as he held your legs up before poking the tip of his cock against your entrance. “Gonna fill you up so much,” Simon growled before slowly pushing himself inside. “Make you leak with my cum for hours, I swear,” he panted. You mewled as he sank his heavy cock inside your pussy, your slick from your previous orgasm bubbling around his shaft. He squeezed the back of your knees as he slowly opened you up again, your velvety walls warm and soothing against his painfully hard erection.

“Shit, that’s it,” he said as he sheathed his cock fully inside you, his tip kissing your cervix. Simon panted and caught his breath before he suddenly snapped his hips back and forth.

“Fuck, Si!” you screamed as you fisted the sheets. He flared his nostrils as he watched you close your eyes.

“Eyes on me, baby. Look at me,” he grunted. You opened your eyes, tears pouring down your soft cheeks as he pistoned his dick deep inside your squelching pussy. “Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Simon groaned. “Good fucking girl,” he growled.

His balls slapped against your asshole as he thrusted fast and deep, his release right there. He breathed heavily as he continued to fold you in half, his mind melting with every glide of his cock inside your sweet cavern. A thought suddenly broke through at the last second...a filthy, primal thought.

“Fuck, baby, ‘m gonna-“ Simon choked as he felt his cock twitch and muscles seize. You cried as he pumped a few ropes inside your cunt before suddenly letting your legs fall back to the mattress. He grabbed his slick cock and pulled out.

“O-Oh my God,” you gulped as he pumped his shaft, painting your skin with his milky white cum. He licked the corner of his mouth as he shifted forward, coating your breasts with his thick, hot release. His breathing was ragged as his hips stuttered forward for the last time, the final stream of cum landing just across your hard right nipple.

Simon slowly blinked his eyes open as he held onto his softening cock. You were completely fucked out: eyes half-lidded as your cum-soaked tits rose and fell. He shuffled forward a bit more, letting the tip of his dick graze over your lip.

“Wanna clean up our little mess?” he murmured with a wry grin. You panted before sitting up, your body jiggling beneath him. You glanced up as you stuck your tongue out, lapping at your combined released on the underside of his cock. You soon enveloped your lips around his head, swirling your tongue and making him shudder.

“Mmm you know just how to do it, sweetheart,” Simon grinned as he stroked your cheek. You slowly bobbed your head up and down, your spit quickly replaces the cum coating his cock as you sank down deeper with each stroke. You gagged when you suddenly shoved your face forward, his cock bulging inside your throat before pulling back up.

You coughed a little when you released your grip on his length. He rubbed his fingertips through your hair as you gave his cock one final peck, lapping up a bead of loose cum and swallowing it down.

“Did so good f’me, my sweet girl,” Simon breathed as he let his hand fall down to caress your cheek. You gave a sheepish smile as you glanced away. He pecked your lips, tasting both of you on his tongue before he leaned back.

“Now, how about we take a nice, long shower, yeah?” he suggested with a lingering smirk. You raised a brow.

“And why would it be long, Simon?” you asked. Your lover chuckled, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

"You're just gonna have to come with me and find out," he replied.

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simpinformonkies · 10 months

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Hiiii I love your writing! May I request some MK and Wukong who are their normal selves until the reader gets threatened/hurt/captured/idk and they go absolutely ballistic

DUDE I FUCKING LOVE MK SO MUCH HE'S LIKE MY FAVORITE MAIN CHARACTER NEXT TO LLOYD GARMADON AND AANG... BABY....

I got you bro

WARNING: SEMI-GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF BLOOD AND VIOLENCE! THERE ARE ALSO SPOILERS FOR S4 SPECIAL! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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WUKONG

-First off, Wukong loves you so fucking much that it physically hurts him sometimes. Not in the 'oh im in pain', but more in the 'heart repeatedly struck by cupid's arrow'.

-Or maybe that just makes him a simp, idk

-Wukong definitely takes you nice but casual places- be it quiet but quality diners, a picnic in his hidden grotto, a field of flowers to relax in (read: a field that he uses so that he can nap on your legs and cuddle you while basking in the sun)- just the whole nine yards, really

-So imagine his indescribable rage when he finds you've been kidnapped, and later follows your scent (he has it memorized by this point, plus he scents you, its obvious that he can find you) to see you getting attacked by demons, your clothes ripped and fresh wounds that drip droplets of crimson to the beautiful flowers and green grass below, staining them red.

-And just like that, Wukong fucking lost it- he flew off the handle so hard that his mind blacked out, and he only 'came too' when the demons were half dead covered in their own blood, his hands and claws stained the very same crimson.

-As soon as Wukong came too, he's checking you over worriedly, careful not to aggravate your wounds further.

-He didn't even notice his glamours dropped until you said something, and before he could even attempt to slip them back on, you cup his cheek and tell him how beautiful he is, both with and without the glamours.

-You even smiled, "Your eyes really do gleam like rubies and gold, huh?"

-Wow, way to catch his heart again, damn.

-...Wukong stops wearing glamours around you, dropping them as soon as the two of you are alone, and he's always cuddling you in some way or form.

-He will not lose you again.

-He refuses too.

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MK / QI XIAOTIAN

-First off, let's get it out of the way that MK is the most loving and sappy boyfriend ever, who is either rizzing you up or being controlled by his anxiety. It depends, really.

-He's always doing the most basic but sappy couple stuff, and despite how cheesy it all is, it's genuinely flattering.

-MK is also incredibly protective of you- he tries not to control you with his protective instincts, and let's you do as you please because you're his beloved, and you deserve to do as you please.

-You're both adults! It's fine! He can handle this!

-He cannot.

-It's post S4 when MK gets notified of a demon causing problems, and goes to take care of it when he sees who the demon has as a hostage.

-You. Chained up, with ripped clothes, deep cuts, and teary eyes.

-Oh, MK fucking loses it.

-He goes full monkey at the drop of a dime, and is scratching and punching the villain (the bastard) that dares hurt his beloved.

-MK is a merciful hero that loves to help!

-But even HE has a limit to his compassion and mercy.

-Once the villain is gone, MK picks you up and just... holds you in his arms, hissing and just staring people down if they come anywhere near you- his tail curled around your leg and puffed, eyes slit and ready to attack at any given moment.

-It takes nearly an hour to get through to him, but when you do, you're treated by Sandy as MK sobs in your lap about not protecting you well enough, while you simple pet his hair gently, careful not to tug or snag on his hair as you stroke it.

-MK... is a lot more protective of you from then on- but he doesn't force himself into your activities. More so watches than anything else.

-If it keeps you safe, he'll do whatever he needs too.

#lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #nilo dabbles #sun wukong x reader #writing prompt #writing requests #mk x reader #tw: violence #nilo doodles #lmk mk x reader

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asmomyluv · 10 months

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hello!! was wondering if you'd make a part 2 for cuteness aggression with demon brothers, if you don't do requests or don't plan on making one then feel free to ignore this!

CUTENESS AGGRESSION(DEMON BROS)

Honestly I was supposed to post this awhile ago so sorry for the wait! But thanks for the ask and enjoy

SFW GN!READER

Warnings: none, got a little lazy at Belph’s part oooops

Lucifer

You were sitting on his lap as he went through paper after paper, the pile seemed never ending honesty. But with his perfect little human with him it was almost bearable. Still there’s only so much your presence can do. Or so he thought, “LUCI LOOK!” You exclaimed holding your D.D.D in front of him. He read the screen. You had passed your test, with a perfect score. He smiled softly “Amazing MC, you continue to impress me.” And maybe it was the way you looked at him for prais or how proud he was of you but you’re adorable features seemed to shine a lot more than usual. The urge to pull you close wasn’t ignored. As you looked up at him cheeks warm and red he stickler the urge to squeeze you even tighter.

Mammon

So once again, Lucifer had taken Mammons card. His precious Goldie. And he had begged and begged for you to get it back. So you went to Lucifer and just, asked. He surprisingly agreed as long as you made sure Mammon didn’t go crazy with it. “Mammon, I love you but I’m never doing this again.” You said rolling your eyes and holding the card up. “Ughh yer the best treasure.” He said running towards you. He didn’t stop tho, scooping you up bridal style and pulling you tight. He peppers kisses across your face and spin around with you right to his chest. You were left with your hair a mess in your face and very, very dizzy. “Like I said never again.” You mumbled.

Leviathan

Levi thinks your perfect. Your sexy, stunning, and damn near the cutest living thing he’s ever laid eyes on. He had the urge to hold you any time he sees you but he holds back. But eventually even he has to give in. So you two were in his room playing Devil Cart and he decided to let you win. You two were neck in neck with you slipping into the lead. “SEE I told you I’d beat you” he looked over at the controller in your hand before snatching it and tossing it into his bath tub. “Try beating me now” he laughed. You’re mouth hung open as you got up to retrieve it, hoping to salvage your victory. “Nope you’re not going anywhere!” He said wrappjngone arm around your waist and pulling you onto him. At that point you had to accept defeat and you pouted in his hold. He rolled over with you below him and threw a leg over you. “Leviiiiiiii” you cried. “I won, let me enjoy my victory.” His face settled above your head burning red. He gave you an extra squeeze rolling over once more.

Satan

Satan and you were reading a romance book together with him reading aloud. He set his bookmark in and closed the book setting it beside him on the bed. “You know, he reminds me of you Satan.” you said referring to the main love interest. “Oh yea? The kidnapper that slaughtered a village?” He questioned. “You know that’s not what I meant.” You said playfully hitting his chest rolling his eyes. “Well you remind me of the main character as well.” He said pulling you closer and into his lap. He placed his head in your neck smiling. You moved your arm to reach around his back pecked his forehead. “You’re so cute” he murmured before lightly blighting your neck. “Ahh Satan what was that for!” You said laughing as you clinched away.

Asmodeus

Asmo had cuteness aggression 24/7 and nothing stops him. So when you walked into his room in a new outfit he could help but coo and approach you. “MC you look absolutely stunning!” He cheered spinning you around and smiling. He held your face in his hands and squished your cheeks. “Ahh your so cute I could just die.” He cooed pressing a kiss to your puckered lips. “Asmooo come on.” You said hoping to lose the proximity. Him so close and doting on you, the heart can only take so much. He giggled leaving one last kiss in your cheek.

Beelzebub

Beel had taken you to get some food with him since you were both free. You two sat in a both side by side as opposed to across from each other. He said this way he could easily reach more food on the table he wanted to be next to you you had taken a huge bite of your cheeseburger and your cheeks were full with just a bit of sauce on your mouth. “Hold on MC” he said grabbing a napkin and wiping it off for you. You swallowed “Thanks Beel!” You said going in for bite two. He smiled fondly watching you eat. You quickly finished your food and he pulled you into his side. You looked up at him and he was avoiding your eyes focused on the plate in front of him. But yk noticed the blush on his cheeks as he pulled you just a little closer before you comfortably rested your head on his arm.

Belphegor

Belphie is aggressive, verbally and physically. Well verbally at least physically takes a lot of energy. But when he does have energy… So you and Belphie were downstairs he had his head in your lap as you conversated with his brothers. Things were just going normally until he just got up and … grabbed you. He picked you up in one arm and carried you up the stairs to his room. “Belphie what are you doing?” You asked shocked. “You’re being too loud” he grumbled. “Oh yea?” You asked teasingly. He rolled his eyes and dropped you on the bed before tossing his pillow down and layed on it. You put a leg over him and held his body. “Belphiiieeeeee” you whispered in his ear. He turned around facing you and stuck your face in his chest, holding you there as he tried to fall asleep.

#asmomyluv #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #obey satan #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me soft #obey me fluffy #obey me x mc #obey me x reader

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zombholic · 7 months

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| 𝐃𝐑. 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐓. 𝟑 |

“dude you raided your closet for like the millionth time, you have cute things!” dina groaned trying to help you find a cute outfit for your lunch date with the doctor. “yeah but dina it’s a fancy restaurant! i have nothing fancy oh my god i will kill myself” you sat on the floor defeated.

“wait, wait this is so cute! and so simple what the fuck” she held up a small, plain black spaghetti strapped dress, taking the dress for her you quickly threw your pajamas on the floor and slipped into the fitted dress “dina i look like a slut” the dress riding up your legs making you pull it down only for it to ride back up.

“bro hello? where was this damn body hiding?” looking at yourself in the mirror you turned to the side to check if your ass looked good “where was all this ass y/nn?!” dina laughed slapping your ass in a friendly way “stop being gay weirdo” you laughed grabbing your makeup bag “can you get my jewelry? just like a few rings and earrings, should i wear a necklace?” you started to apply a small amount of makeup but enough to make a difference.

“yeah wear a necklace, show your tits” she joked handing you small sliver hoops, silver rings and a necklace with your zodiac sign on it. “wow can i fuck you?” dina bit her lips and rubbed her hands trying to be seductive “girl i will kill myself” she rolled her eyes before you both bursted out laughing at her stupidity.

“ok lightskin justin beiber, which shoes should i wear?” dina told you to stand up before grabbing a pair of wedged heel boots that stopped at your shins “but wear your slippers cause i don’t need you crashing while driving in those” she handed you the boots.

“girl you got legs for fucking days” and yes you did, long legs that stood out “i’ll invite you to my wedding if you behave” you messed with her before slipping in some slipper and heading out to your car.

buzz buzz

starting your engine you checked to see if it was dina trying to be annoying.

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Hey Y/n, I’m about 10 minutes away from the restaurant. I’ll see you there Sweetheart ❤️

hiii doc, im heading out right now, cant wait 2 see you! 🫶🏼

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parking at the closest parking spot you could find on a saturday, you quickly slipped into your boots, grabbing your one and only expensive black coach purse that your mom got you for your birthday you threw your keys in the bag. walking into the restaurant you approached the hostess stand “welcome to vue rooftop, may i get your last name for your reservation?”

oh shit

you didn’t know abby’s last name “i’m so sorry give me one second” you moved to the side to quickly text abby.

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hey, what’s your last name?

Anderson, are you here?

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forgetting to respond to her question you told the hostess the last name “ok ma’am please follow me to the rooftop and i’ll show you your table” she gave you a sweet smile, guiding you to a very fancy elevator that seemed to go up for a good minute “i’ve never seen an elevator be so fancied up” you commented making the hostess giggle “i know, it’s really nice, you’re with doctor anderson right?” you raised your eyebrows surprised she knew abby.

“yeah, i am! do you know her?” “yeah! she comes here all the time but never have i seen her bring someone else” you felt something explode in your stomach, your face heating up as you tried to hide your smile. finally reaching the rooftop she guided you to abby’s table “a waitress will be with you shortly, have a pleasant day” she softly placed the menu on your side.

your heart beating fast when you see abby, “hey sweetheart, let me get that for you” she got up and pulled out your chair for you before going back to hers “you look stunning y/n” you placed your phone down by the table near your glass cup “and you look amazing doctor anderson” she chuckled at the name “you can call me abby” “i know but whats the fun in that?” you shrugged, giggling as you looked down at the menu, abby’s blue orbs never leaving you.

you stared at the menu wondering what the actual fuck majority of it says, you being you the facial expressions said it all “you look confused sweetie, what’s wrong?” she farrowed her brows “i’m not dumb i swear but-“ you whispered to her not wanting the other tables to hear “what does this even say? i can’t read it” you huffed out a confused laugh “here, you can get the same thing i do when i come here” she closes your menu.

the waitress came by to take your guys order “oh and can we a bottle of bourbon please” abby smiled sweetly at the girl before handing her both of the menus “i get to choose where we go our next date” you laughed messing around with the ring wrapped around your index finger “and where would that be?” she looked you up and down.

basically eye fucking you

“chilis, my favorite restaurant” she giggled at your choice “you’re so simple” you puckered your lips giving her a silly look “not really, not reallllyyy” she raised her brows before a waiter came by to drop off the expensive alcohol that was basically your whole paycheck.

she poured you both half a glass of it, handing you your glass you twiddled with the cup, smelling the alcohol as you tried your best to hide your ‘fuck this is strong as hell’ expression “do you drink? i’m so sorry if you don’t, i should’ve asked you beforehand” she apologized profusely “no no, abby i drink but i like very fruity drinks, i’ve never had strong liquor before” you took the smallest sip from the cup almost before pushing it away slowly trying your best to hide your very expressive face.

abby laughed even harder “you’re so cute, i’ll drink it for you babe, i’ll get you sweet tea?” you nodded preferring that instead.

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the waitress came by with the bill and placed it on the table “just flag me down whenever you’re set” she smiled before walking off “i can pay half of it at least” you took out your card, abby grabbing your hand and pushing it down, shaking her head “no, i said i would pay, don’t even think about it” you huffed “ok but can i at least tip her?” she chuckled handing you the book, opening your wallet you pulled out a fifty dollar bill and placed it in the book “you think that’s a good tip?” “i think that’s more than enough ms. generous” she smiled.

after paying you guys headed back down “do you want to grab something sweet? i can show you a great ice cream place” she put her black leather jacket on before you two headed over to her car “oh my god is this a vintage bronco?” you gawked at her black car, amazed at how intact and beautiful it is “yeah, i restored it myself, i have a thing for fixing older cars” she opened the door for you to get in “oh we’ll have to come back because i parked my car in the garage” you hopped in dying at the beige leather interior.

—

she pulled up to this small outdoor soft serve place, waiting in line you felt yourself getting shivery and cold, feeling your nose and fingertips get colder by the minute, abby taking a notice quickly slips off her jacket to wrap around you “how are you cold sweetie? it’s only sixty-five degrees” she rubbed your shoulders trying to warm you up, you giggled looking up at her “sorry, i just get cold so fast out of nowhere it’s so annoying because i can never wear anything cute” you fake pouted “my friends like to make fun of me and call me cold blooded because i’m always cold” you two giggled.

“c’mere” she wrapped her giant arms around your frame, pulling you into a warm embrace, her hand on the back of your head rubbing your hair.

after getting your ice creams you guys sat in her car, as she heated the car up a tiny bit for you “what flavor was yours again?” you were licking up your ice cream cone making sure nothing dripped onto her car.

abby sucked in the air watching you, jaw tensing up, eyes never leaving your mouth “uh, sorry uh” she let out a breathy laugh “i got strawberry shortcake” you looked at her with your big doe eyes, confused why she was acting strangely.

“you got something on your face” she wiped her thumb slowly against the side of your sweet lips “thank you” you smiled sweetly at her “oh shit” she checked the time on her watch “work?” you questioned “mhm, i’m so sorry sweet girl, i’ll drop you off to get your car then i’ll have to head out ok?” you nod a little sad the date ended already.

AUTHORS NOTE: yall dont EVEN my adhd is hyping me up so much im already writing part 4 SHORTIES

#lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #the last of us ii #abby anderson #tlou2 #the last of us #tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby x fem!reader #abby tlou #abby anderson imagine #abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby x you #doctor!abby

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ioniansunsets · 7 months

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THIS IS A VERY AGGRESSIVE WAY OF REQUESTINF SOMERHING BUT ILL GIVE TOU 4 DABLOONS IF YOU WRITE SOME KAYN HEARTSTEEL GETTINT ABSOLUTELY EMBARRASED BY HIS GF BECAUSE SHE KEEPS ACTING ALL LOVELY DOVEY IN FRONT OF THE BOYS TO MAKE KAYN FLUSTERED

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Getting Embarassed ✖

✖ Word Count: 560

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: Shorter than usual but I think its really cute!!! I love bullying men and making them all PADJASDASDPOASJ??!?/1/!?/1!!! thank you for asking this, feel free to ask for more I LIKE THIS. Embarrassed face ref under the cut.

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" Hey! Stop! Stop I tell you! This is my last warning!"

Kayn's face was red as you pepper it with kisses, happily sitting on his lap, arms around his neck, ignoring his cries for help. His arms that was once tightly wrapped around your waist now trying to lift you off him.

" Weren't you the one calling me your precious little baby just mere seconds ago?"

" That was before the rest fucking came in!"

You hear Ezreal and Aphelios snicker as you shower Kayn in love. Kayn, audibly groaning, as he tries to stand up from the couch with you still in his hands. In the kerfuffle, you topple onto the couch, pulling Kayn down with you. Now in an even more compromising position as you laugh with him over you. His breathing was a panicked mess, not used to being seen so uncool and weak in front of his bros. With a small tug, you drag him by his literal collar, pulling him down even closer to you as you hug him. You heard him suck in air as your arms wrap around him. Oh no, did Kayn just stop breathing? With his face near yours, you whisper softly in his ears, just for him to hear. You tell him just how much you love him, how important he is to you, and how cute he was like this all embarrassed thinking about what his precious little friends would think when you know they don't mind. You hear him growl your name as he swallows hard. The tips of his ears now also red from sheer, utter, embarrassment as he coughs a little and promptly tries getting up of you. A scoff leaving his lips as he finally sits up, hair and clothes now a mess from the small play fight.

Kayn's hand instantly rises to his face to cover what he could, trying to hide just how red you made him now that he realized everyone could see just how badly he was blushing as he sits up on the couch. His eyes dart between the you still lying oh so cutely on that damned couch, and his friends staring at him with smirks on their faces. Ok in your defense, the other boys couldn't care less about your relationship with Kayn, it was just Kayn himself who had issues being seen all lovey dovey with you, which meant the boys liked teasing him about it all the more. It wasn't that bad to bully the smug rapper every once in a while. Kayn was always the one teasing you in public anyway, this was a well deserved revenge. As you giggle Kayn shakes his head and he mumbles something to you softly.

" You're making my life hard babe don't do that again...I really can't handle this."

He stares at you with such a look of pure vulnerability it left you stunned. Hells you didn't even know Kayn's facial muscles could pull off an expression like that. Now your heart was the one thumping. A soft barely audible apology leaves your lips as Kayn turns to leave the room to calm down. All you could do was sit and stare, doing your best to commit that cute face to memory. Ah it was unfair how in the end, you were the one still left blushing and speechless.

[[This is the mental image I had writing Kayn's expression hehaoihoiahoaihaohfoihoaiehfoaeihioshdaoi heheheehehehehehe]]

#Im shy just imaging kayn embarassed #i love this i love this #HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHOAIhdosiahdoaish AAAAAAAAAAAa #Kayn x Reader #Shieda Kayn #Heartsteel!Kayn #Kayn League of Legends #SCENARIOS #Kayn League #Kayn LoL #Anon Answer #Shieda Kayn x Reader #I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE #heahoifhaoeiheaiohfaioe i cant stop going hehehehehehehe just imaging this #expression ref under the cut #if someone draws kayn like this i will fold frfr #im so down bad

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enhafilthandfiction · 1 year

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Enhypen - when you're on your period

A/N: Helloooo! This wasn't a request but I feel like writing this reaction since I'm currently on my period >:( Ughhh pls send help

Pairing : Bf!Enha X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Blood (obvi), food, crack, mentions of sex in jake's

Word count : 1,361 words (about 150 words each)

Masterlist - Tips

♡ Lee Heeseung ♡

His heart would break seeing you like this

he would immediately notice you got your period, but wouldn't say anything to save you some 'embarrassment'.

He'd act nonchalant and chill, wanting to just chill whilst you were both at home and procrastinating.

"What ya wanna do?" he asks, once you come out of the bathroom for the millionth time. (It felt like that for him)

He'd let you pick whatever you wanna do and gives in, even if you wanted to test your makeup on him or paint his nails 😭

He ain't saying no

You end up watching a movie when the cramps became a little too much, laying on the couch with him behind you, hands wrapped around your waist, but ready to let go of you whenever you need to use the bathroom (again)

Hearing you whimper in pain would pain him as well, gently bringing his hand over to your tummy to rub in circles.

It doesn't really do anything tbh, maybe distract you, but you appreciate him trying 🥺

Later, he'd definitely make you some ramen, insisting that it was the only food that would cure your cramps and upset mood.

Will definitely sing you to sleep, that's why his head voice is so good.

♡ Park Jay ♡

Everyone says this but : MOM MODE ONNNN 🤗😌

Literally won't stop making sure you're good

and he's prob the most chill about it, like its not a big deal at all

he's just very mature

"You sure you have everything?"

"Don't be shy y/n, it's okay"

"I don't mind buying them for you"

And he does, bc cool boyfriends arent embarrassed to buy tampons 😎

Oh wait

"Pads or tampons?" "Ah ok" "What size exactly??" "Got it"

Hurries up bc he doesn't wanna leave you alone for too long.

Asks you what you wanna eat and will literally cook you anything

pasta with ice cream sauce? Ok

Pineapple on pizza? Ok

cook you his pet fish? Also ok

Makes you tea before bed, because he insists its good to prevent cramps

Might cuddle up in bed and lets you rest your head on his chest as he reads you a book of your choice.

Jay reading to you in that American accent 😩

♡ Sim Jake ♡

Boi does his research

he knows it has to do with periods and hormones when you start acting up

Is lowkey scared so he relies on google to provide him with answers.

"Ughhh, Jake, my cramps are getting worse" you whine, still laying in bed, scrunching up your face

He smiles brightly as he remembers of his searches

"I've heard that having sex could reduce period cramps" he announces proudly, looking at you like 😏

"You're seriously tryna get your dick wet rn??" you get mad and start throwing pillows at him.

"N-Nah but for real!!" He protests, ducking your hits "Seriously, I've read it online" he says in his defence, trying to catch his breath from that near pillow fight

"Damn, since when did you get so good at pillow fighting?" he tries to compliment but it only makes you wanna punch his bicep playfully.

You whine out in pain again, gripping onto his sitting figure at the edge of the bed. "What I am supposed to do?" he questions, haven already given you one alternative.

"Oh, how about we listen to my boy Justin?" he asks, already whipping out his phone

"Noooo, Enhypen is so much better dude" you reply, glaring at him

he agrees and puts on 'pass the mic'

He pushed your shoulders playfully "You got -pushed -pushed" he sings along

"JAKEEE"

Anyway, ends up buying you mc donalds and ice cream to make it up to you

he rly tries but he's a little clueless tbh.

♡ Park Sunghoon ♡

Bro lowkey ghosts you and avoids you

he knows that you're in a bad mood, and he doesn't wanna make it worse with uncontrollable teasing 😭

when you notice his distant behaviour, it only makes you even more upset

"HOON" you yell at him from the other room

he knows he fcked up and feel like he's boutta get his ass whooped.

He makes it hesitantly to your room, regretting it immediately when he sees your pout.

"H-hi y/n, he stutters, thinking of whatever he's gonna say, not wanting to upset your hormones.

"Hoon, why are you avoiding me?" the first tear rolls down your cheek "I'm literally bleeding and you're leaving me alone!" you burst out crying.

He stand there, biting his bottom lip, contemplating what to do

"C-can I hug you?" he asks, moving closer to you. He wraps his arms around you when you nod, pulling you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry y/n, I thought you wanted to be left alone" he reasons, making sure you know he's sorry

"Its fine" you so sob into his shirt "Now can we watch your ice skating videos and cuddle?" you smile up at him suddenly, flattering your previously wet eyelashes to convince him.

He sighs, knowing you'll just burst out crying again if he doesn't agree

You reach for the remote, pulling on one of his ice skating videos.

He's already on your bed, hands behind his head, almost drifting off

"You look like a grandpa" you laugh, climbing onto your bed and getting closer to him, when the video starts playing.

"He wants to 'compliment' you back, but he fears he'll upset your hormones so he just doesn't say anything for your sake.

♡ Kim Sunoo ♡

A literal sweetheart

Almost like your bestie tbh

He cares about you so much and clearly shows it when your in these situations.

He doesn't hesitate to literally do everything for you

Take off your make up and does your skin care routine for you

Might even wash you if you're too tired to shower lmao

He pouts at you whenever you get cramps, wishing to take them away from you, just to see you smile again.

"My poor baby" he would say, hugging you close to him, gently, not to hurt you or anything.

He'd also be the best at tittie rubs

Like if your breasts were sore, he wouldn't mind massaging them, his soft hands easing some of the pressure on your chest.

You might even fall asleep like that, his hands on your chest under your top, acting like your bra as he sleeps behind you.

♡ Yang Jungwon ♡

Very mature #2

Cares a lot about you and worries

Studies and researches about it so you won't have bad periods :(

Worries when you wear tampons

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Is it safe though?"

"Y/n, I don't think you should sleep t-tampons because you know, it m-might get stuck in there or something"

He just wants to make sure you're okay

"Ok gynaecologist 😀"

He doesn't really mind if you bleed on his sheets, as long as you aren't wearing tampons to bed

"It's fine sweetie, I'll clean it up"

Doesn't get mad or anything, changes the sheets and makes you change

Definitely cuddles you to sleep and holds your hand if the cramps get too much

♡ Nishimura Riki ♡

Teases the hell out of you

But also tries to help if you get cramps

If he sees you on the couch, he'll crawl in behind you, placing his hands on your hips.

He squeezes your waist

"My little ketchup bottle" he coos

"Nikiii" you try to squirm away embarrassed by his comment.

Definitely rubs your tummy if the cramps get too much

Slightly awkward at first and he feels a little shy doing it

"This okay?" he asks, rubbing circles in your tummy

You don't have the heart to tell him that it doesn't help but at least its a good distraction.

When he leaves for practise, he'll definitely leave you a plushy, big enough that you can hug it close

"Maybe this plushy will help :]" gives you his favourite plushy :(

He'll overall check up on you a lot, and really tried his best to help you out

I need a sweet boy like niki 😭

Hello! Thankyou for reading! Hope y'all are okay and remember that periods only last about a week! You got it!! For anyone who get cramps, I hope they're not as bad or get better :)

Lyyyy <333

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fictionalwhores · 2 years

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Dating JJ would include...

-JJ’s love language is physical affection and you can not tell me otherwise (maybe with a mix of words of affirmation)

-He holds your hands, traces shapes on your bare skin, hugs you from behind while on the boat and the breeze blows against you lightly, attempts to braid your hair as Kie instructs him, if one of you guys are sitting next to each other but can’t hold hands he’ll keep your guys’ knees close so he can still feel your touch

-JJ is a cheeky man and part of that physical affection includes slapping your ass whenever you walk in front of him

-Hear me out, JJ is the best and the worst with pet names. All day long he can roll out baby girl,sweetheart, and babe (proceeded with a very strung out and pouting “Babeeeeeee”)

-”Awww, come here, babygirl”

-”Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere, I promise”

-”Damn, babe, looking good in my clothes”

-But do not think he won’t also call you bro, dude, or man at any given point two seconds after calling you a cute name

-”Seriously, man?”

-”Bro, stop touching me! Your hands are cold as fuck”

-”Dude, you will never believe what I saw today”

-speaking of which, JJ owns the phrase “THAT’S MY GIRL”

-late-night talks in the hammock admiring the starlit sky

-if anyone even breathes wrong in your direction its ON SIGHT For this protective boy

-JJ would 100% start little arguments just to see you get riled up and defend your stance

-Followed with him kissing you and telling you to relax, he was just messing with you because he thinks it’s hot when you get worked up

-When things are bad with his dad, he would leave for a few days at a time, which leaves you worried sick because JJ sucks at texting back

-But he doesn’t want you to see him like that so he says he just needs some space

-when he finally does come back you give him all the love in the world and he doesn’t try to fight any of it

-okay I’ve never smoked but I really want JJ to teach me so imagine him rolling a blunt for you and instructing you through the whole process and making sure to stop you before you do too much or hyping you up when you finally don’t cough while taking a drag

-Seeing who can ride out a wave the longest when surfing

-Playing on opposite sides of beer pong because you two are competitive against each other

-Although you and JJ usually get drunk together, on the rare occasion that he doesn’t get drunk and you do, he is right there next to you to help you get home and in bed clean and safe.

-JJ trusts you around guys, it’s the guys he doesn’t trust and we know he wouldn’t let it slide if a guy were hitting on you

-imagine Kie teaching him how to make string bracelets and him making matching ones for the two of you and he plays it off as a joke but he’s so relieved when you actually love and wear it

-one time you two had a date on a boat but you both ended up cuddling and falling asleep almost all day and when John B found you two near the marsh you two were BURNT

-speaking of dates, can we just imagine sitting on the beach together with feets close to where the waves are coming up and you finding a seashell wash up and then 10 minutes later you guys are both on a hunt to find the most shells and then laying them all out on the beach to make a big heart

-JJ is a top but is always down to be the little spoon

#jj maybank #jj maybank headcanons #outerbanks #obx #outerbanks imagine #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fic #outerbanks headcanons.#rudy pankow #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader

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bongo-clash · 2 years

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Look, I love Vlad and Danny’s canonical throw-down-on-sight dynamic so much it’s amazing. However. An au where not only is this middle-aged billionaire’s sworn nemesis a fourteen year old, but the fourteen year old doesn’t even reciprocate would be. A Little Bit funny.

Like, Vlad’s got all these nefarious schemes and sure, he’s got to stop them, but he doesn’t care about Vlad at all. Vlad’s either ‘be my son’ or ‘I hate you I hate you I’ll destroy everything you care about’ with him but all Danny’s got is vague disdain and a disappointed exasperation whenever he shows up. Every episode with him in it would be cut pretty much in half because Danny just doesn’t engage with his schemes and monologuing in the same way- the majority of their interactions basically consist of Vlad trying so hard to be taken even slightly seriously and Danny either just being Kind Of Mean or vaguely threatening to snitch on him to his parents.

For example:

Vlad: -So the whole town will turn against you! You'll be alone in the world with no one to turn to! Except, perhaps, the only person who might understand. And who do you think that might be, Daniel?

Danny: That's great, man. Does my mom know that you consciously and unironically keep your hair like that?

Vlad: If you're trying to-

Danny, already pulling out the thermos: She won't hate you because you're a ghost she'll hate you because there is No excuse for going out like that in public.

Valerie is more important in this au because in my heart she is the Most important all of the time. The moment Danny finds out Vlad gave her the Red Huntress stuff and plans on pulling his Weird Billionaire Manipulation on her he sends her a video of Vlad monologuing (in human form) about how much he wants to kill Jack and marry Maddie and to top it all off he’s talking to a ghost about it. She still doesn’t know Danny’s Phantom or that Vlad’s Plasmius but her and Danny bond more and Vlad Refuses to go near Danny when he’s with her because they just tag-team him so naturally this means they hang out All The Time.

He eventually gets confident enough to mouth off to Red Huntress about him as Phantom as well and when they’ve built up a Solid Not-Actively-Shooting-Each-Other-Out-Of-The-Sky relationship he reveals he’s a halfa, and he allows maybe One Minute for them both to process this development before he follows it up with “Oh and this also means I get to tell you Vlad’s the Wisconsin ghost, so like. If you wanna start going at him for the fact that that outfit was a Conscious Choice with me then. You Know.”

Vlad sends an ominous text and Danny just replies with a picture of him and Valerie both doing the 😐 captioned ‘Damn bro you got the whole squad laughing’ followed by a picture of Jack and Maddie holding hands. Danny is a teenage hero who fully acts like a typical sweet teenage hero with the One Exception of Vlad, whose mental health and wellbeing he has No regard for. Vlad cries himself to sleep at night and Dany doesn’t even care.

#Plot twist: Danny’s mutual sworn-nemesis relationship is with the box ghost instead.#It’s like the most intense game of whack-a-mole except the mole fights back #danny phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #dp au #danny phantom au #Bongo's Aus!!!

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joonslfttiddie · 12 days

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Chapter 47: Blindsided...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Adult Language/Adult Content/Murder/Blood/Attack by stalker/Strangulation/Magik/Spells/Rituals

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 6,561

Another POV

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what exactly? What is there to tell? I'm going to pursue Tia...point, blank, period. It's common for younger siblings to have a crush on older siblings' partners, so he'll get over it. Plus, I don't have to explain myself to Tony. Judging by our conversation the other day, I think he knows how I feel about her." There is a short pause before Jason asks, "So, is there something you want to tell me?"

Their family had warned Brandon that his hatred for Tony would come back to bite him in the ass. He was warned that Tony would get enough of his mistreatment and eventually get his lick back. It seems like Tony accumulated all of the licks he's ever owed Brandon and hit him all at once. He knew exactly what he was doing when he dropped that bomb, telling Jason about things he'd witnessed. He told him all about the shit Brandon was saying to his crew, all about the text messages and pictures, and about the videos Brandon and Tia exchanged.

"Bro, what?" Brandon's heart is thumping hard against his throat, and he's getting noticeably uncomfortable. Jason's tone clearly indicates that he's not himself right now. This is the side of him that Brandon doesn't like.

"Don't 'what' me, bitch. Was there anything going on between you and Tia? Is there any truth to what Tony said?"

"I mean, we spoke a bit, but it wasn't nothing crazy. Why? What did the motherfucker say?"

"If you're innocent, why does what he said matter?" Jason stands up from Brandon's bed, circling him like a lion prowling on its prey. "If you're innocent, let me see your phone. Let me see for myself," he says as he stops, standing close to Brandon's face. Too close... he can feel the warmth of his breath on his skin. His breathing is deep, flowing through flared nostrils.

"Jason, why are you acting like this, man? Did you take your meds?"

"I'M NOT FUCKING CRAZY, BRANDON!"

"Hey, hey, hey...whoa! Okay, man," Brandon says with his hands up in surrender. "I'm not saying you are, I just asked a simple question."

"I told you, I don't need that shit. It makes me feel numb, like I'm not living...just existing. I'm fine...I feel better, and I think even more clearly without it. JUST BECAUSE I TAKE IT SOMETIMES DOESN'T MAKE YOU BETTER THAN ME!"

"Alright, man. I'm not better than you. You got it. Let's just drop it, okay."

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do!" Jason pushes his brother hard, his back slamming against the edge of the door's frame. "Let me see your fucking phone, B."

"Jason, stop this! There's nothing to see on my phone, bro." Brandon, reaching back to soothe the ache in his back, lies knowing that he's stupidly saved every message and attachment, and if Jason catches a glimpse of anything between him and Tia, he will flip completely the fuck out.

It is rare to see Brandon afraid, shrinking under the scrutiny of his brother's demented gaze. Even more rare for him to concede for that matter. But this has always been their dynamic; Jason would stop taking the medicine he was prescribed as a teenager for his 'episodes', for when he gets angry. During this time, he seems to target Brandon, bullying him and treating him the way Brandon treats Tony. With Brandon still refusing to surrender his device, Jason says, "Bet."

That one word sends a terrifying chill through Brandon's body, knowing how unpredictable, impulsive, and violent Jason can be when he is unmedicated. If Jason saw the filth he had sent to Tia or received, no matter how long ago, he would die today. Even though he hates Tony, Brandon is thankful he is not here, being sent away to his mother's side of the family the day after nearly being caught at Tia's house again. Jason is damn near uncontrollable when he gets like this; leads to someone dying, or someone being murdered.

Before Jason can act on his unspoken threat, sirens can be heard coming closer to the house. The flashing lights from the police cars streak across the bedroom walls as the cars kick up dirt to park in front of their residence. Jason makes a break for it, dashing up the hall, out the back door, and through the wooded area behind their house. Brandon, more afraid of what Jason is capable of, stays at the house and waits for the barrage of policemen to move in as he chooses to deal with them rather than his brother.

Jimin's POV

The house has been eerily quiet and seems to have come to a standstill. Everyone is home, but as I'm gathering evidence from Namjoon and Tia's bloody clothes and the doorbell camera footage, no one can be seen or heard. I guess that's to be expected because of the way I'm feeling right now. I can't really blame the others for being distant either. Downstairs, everything's in its place, no longer showing any proof of the traumatic event that took place just hours ago. I text the family group chat, not really expecting a response, but I let everyone know that I'm leaving.

Jimin: I'll be right back. Running down to the precinct to holla at Detective Lopez.

There is no response, but everyone acknowledges by giving a thumbs up. This feels so strange. The love between us seems to be suspended in the air, and how it will fall is unknown. I feel so heavy, and I'm admittedly pissed. I can only imagine how everyone else must be feeling.

Should I have said something? Should I have mentioned what Tia told me to the others? Maybe we could've prevented all this shit. Maybe they would've been able to prepare and feel less blindsided, at least mentally.

As if attempting to empty the thoughts from my mind, I shake my head to grab my keys, and then I walk through the foyer. At the front door, I pause, taking in the details of the wooden floor beneath my feet. It's as if nothing happened, but I take notice of the feeling that comes over me while in this area. Nausea, pride, horror, anger, relief...all at once. I gotta get the fuck out of here.

Once I'm at the station, I have to sit and wait for Detective Lopez after handing off the evidence to the police evidence technician. The crime scene investigators trusted that I would bring Tia and Namjoon's bloody clothing untampered with, satisfied with the pictures they were able to get of the two still wearing them while at the house. Jason and his brothers are sloppy criminals, making this a pretty open and shut case; that and Tia's quick thinking to alert officers before things went down.

"Park," the detective calls as she rounds the corner. "Sorry to keep you waiting. How is she doing? I can't imagine what she's just been through."

"Honestly, I don't know. She doesn't want to talk about it," I say, then I grit my teeth to avoid saying something else I may regret. Just hold it in. Hold it. "This has been a rough year for her, that's for sure."

"I bet. Thanks again for bringing over the clothes and footage. And, of course, this stays between us as this is not protocol. Jungkook asked for a favor, and I didn't want Tia to have to come down here after everything."

"Yea, yea...no problem. We appreciate your consideration. So, what's gonna happen to the guy that shot him?"

"Well, we had to bring him in for questioning, but the footage from the doorbell cam and the statements you all provided will clear him. Today has been wild! Officers brought Brandon in as Jason was going to Tia's place...your place?"

I am usually amused at people's reactions regarding our untraditional relationship and thankful when they are understanding, but I'm too shaken to acknowledge it this time.

"Wait, what?! What has he said?"

"Just that Jason was off his meds. He said he figured he would be going to your house but didn't expect him to attack her like that. He is usually pretty violent when unmedicated but said that Jason had a thing for her."

"Again...what? I thought it was Tony."

"Your girl is popular. All three brothers were interested."

I stand there wide-eyed and speechless while Lopez nods as if reiterating her last statement. Poor Tia. While I am the angriest I've been in a hot minute, I must let it go. I need to get back to her.

"Damn. Alright, thanks again. I'm gonna go ahead and get back to the house. I'm sure JK will be in contact with you soon."

"No problem. I hope you all can finally get some rest with one brother gone, one here, and the other being picked up right about now."

"I hope so too-" I start before I'm interrupted by Lopez.

"Hey, here comes our hero," she whispers to me.

I look toward her gaze and see a tall, broad-shouldered man with his head hanging low as he's wringing his jacket nervously in his trembling hands. He flashes a somber smile that only reaches one corner of his lips. Something in the pit of my stomach flips, and my heart pounds. I just want to hug him and protect him. To make it all better.

Is this gratitude for saving my girl or something else?

Tia's POV

The house is quiet, but I know everyone is here except Jimin. I feel weird, or maybe this is normal after a traumatic event, but I don't feel like myself. I've been sitting here in the theater for a while...not looking at my phone or the projector screen. I'm just staring into nothingness, mind empty, unsure if this is real life. I feel like I'm here, but I'm not here; teetering on the edge of reality and someplace else. Not that I'm having auditory hallucinations, but I'm hearing something. No, I'm feeling something, and it's on repeat. I can't quite make out the signal, and the more frustrated I get while trying to decipher whatever this is, the more encrypted it gets. I'm nearing the fringe of tears before I give up.

FUCK IT!

"Tia."

"Mom?!"

When I look up, I'm back under that tree whose branches twist and coil like the curls in my hair, and I'm sitting next to my mother. I instantly burst into tears and lay my head on her lap.

"I know, baby, I know," she says and begins petting my head. "It's been a tough day, and I'm sure it's been traumatic, but you're not done. You'll need to do a couple of things, and then you'll be all done. You're right at the end, and you're doing so well."

"Please, help me, mom. I don't want to do this anymore. I can't."

"Yes, you can, and I am right here...I'm always with you. And, my dear, you already know what to do. But, I will sit with you for a bit longer, then you have to finish this."

"I don't know... I don't know what to do," I sob into her dress, shaking my head.

"Tia, you do. Now, you can cry and let it all out, but then you have to get back to it. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and only you can end this. It has to be you."

Laying in my mom's lap, I slowly come back to myself and stop crying but remain there. We don't speak as she caresses my hair, and we just sit in comfortable silence. I look up to her as she smiles down at me. I notice a woman appears behind her, adorned with a similar expression that beams down at me from over my mom's shoulder. The woman is me, but she's not me. She looks like me, almost identical, but I can sense she's someone else; someone I feel very strongly connected to. She winks at me, and in what only seems like seconds, I find that I'm waking up on the theater chair, fully rested and filled with determination and calm.

'Limited power. Do the work. Unstoppable.'

This message, as clear as day, is on a loop, but I do not know what it means. However, there's suddenly an epiphany...knowledge that I didn't know before that is coming forth. I know what I need to do at this particular moment.

Immediately, I grab my phone and text a list of items to Jimin in hopes he can grab them before coming home. He replies back to me, letting me know he will grab the items, so I run up to the kitchen to prepare what I already have. I open a few windows, then get started.

After filling a large pot about halfway, I turn on the flame. As it's heating up, I sprinkle in a bit of sea salt before moving to the side to slice a lemon and a grapefruit, adding half of each to the water. Then, I drop in a small sachet that I've filled with basil, thyme, a few bay leaves, rosemary, cloves, mullein, and cinnamon sticks. I put the remaining slices of lemon and grapefruit into the air fryer to dehydrate them. The smell that fills the kitchen is sweet and familiar, even more so after I add in a few drops of lavender and bergamot essential oils to my cauldron. I allow the concoction to simmer for approximately 25-30 minutes, until the water begins to take on an amber hue. I turn off the fire, allowing it to steep and cool for just a moment.

As that sits, I add the same herbs to a cup I use to blend smoothies. Just as the air fryer beeps to signal that the lemon and grapefruit are done, I hear Jimin coming inside, the bag rustling in his hand.

"Babe?!"

"I'm in here," I attempt to yell back to him, but my voice is more gruff than usual, and my throat is sore.

"Something smells good," he says when his handsome face emerges into the kitchen. His smile seems disingenuous, and his mood is noticeably flat. He places the bag on the island next to the stove while peering into the pot. What are you making, tea?"

"It smells like it could be, huh? But no, I'm making a floor wash," I push out, voice cracking like a prepubescent boy. "I need to clean the foyer," I tell him as his arms wrap around my waist, squeezing and pulling me tight against his body.

He clears his throat and says, "The professionals cleaned it earlier. It looks spotless."

"Yea, I know. They cleaned the surface but I need to do a deeper cleanse. A spiritual cleanse."

"Oooooooh, okay. So, is this what you needed this other stuff for?"

I reach for the bag and pull out some of its contents: dried calendula flowers, hyssop, Epsom salt, dried eucalyptus, nettle, and dried lotus flowers. Thankfully, the old metaphysical store my mother frequented isn't far from our house.

"I'm going to do a spiritual bath to cleanse myself with this stuff and make a smoke bowl with some of it."

"The lady at the shop told me to tell you everything will be fine," he informs me while resting his chin on my shoulder. "I asked how she knew, and she said that she could tell by the items you requested. She even put a few incense sticks in for free."

"Awww... how sweet," I say, loving how gifted individuals in these areas can understand each other on another level. Taking the items from the bag, I lift the sticks up separately to my nose, then allow Jimin to smell. "Sage, dragon's blood, frankincense, and myrrh. She definitely knows the vibes."

With him still attached, I add the eucalyptus, lemons, and grapefruit to the cup and blend them down into small fragments. Then, I pour that into a large mason jar before blending the nettle, calendula, bay leaves, hyssop, and lotus. After adding most of that to the jar, I cover the ingredients with the Epsom salt, a few drops of the essential oils, and give it a good shake. I reach into the cabinet to grab a smudge bowl that mom used to use to burn herbs. It is small, maybe the size of one cupped hand, but I'm able to put the rest of the herbs in it.

Pushing that all aside for later, I carefully remove the sachet from the hot liquid while speaking my intentions over the water, followed by an incantation that I don't think is coming from me. The words seem to flow, as if being spoken through me by someone or something else, but I close my eyes and relax, allowing it to come over me as my breath wafts into the mixture blowing the steam as I speak.

"I call upon my ancestors and guides from north, south, west, and east,

Protect our home from evil; send it back and away from me.

I banish all negativity, curses, and dangers seen and unseen,

Spreading love, protection, and positivity over my home and my family like the water as I clean.

As I will it, so mote it be,

Àse.

Thank you,

May you go in peace."

"That was beautiful, baby," Jimin says, then kisses my neck, staying there for a moment. He sniffles then says, "So beautiful."

"Thanks! I don't really know where it came from, though. They don't seem like my words. They just sort of flowed out."

"Maybe it was just your heart overtaking your mind. Don't you always say to lead with love?"

"Now that...that was beautiful," I say, and we both let out a half-hearted chuckle, although my intent was not to be funny. "I needed to hear that." His statement makes me feel more confident about getting out of my head and following my intuition.

"Are you about to clean now? Is this something I can help with?"

"No, I think I got it."

"Yeah? Okay." He detaches himself from me to lean against the adjacent countertop, arms folded across his chest as his eyes trace the floor, avoiding eye contact. "Look, I know you said earlier that you weren't ready to talk. I understand, but I was hoping to speak with you about today. It's just that-."

"Baby, I know. I can feel the same frequency coming from all of you. Let me do this first, and then we can all talk as a family," I request, still riding the high of my new-found mission, completely immersed in my task.

"Yeah. Okay," he says, sounding different from his previous response. This one lacked tenderness and care and oozed with sarcasm and resentment.

"Jimin, I know you're upset. You all are in some way, shape, or form, but let me do this first. Please," I beg while being pulled to complete my tasks.

"Do what you gotta do, Tia."

Tia??? Not beautiful? Wow, so, he's MAD mad.

"Wow, are you serious right now?"

"What? I said go ahead. Be careful. I'll be in the shower," he announces before pushing himself from the island to go upstairs.

I can't help but scoff as he walks past me, knowing his statement is not half as carefree as he's trying to portray. The vibes are apparent. Please, I could feel the tension in how he held me, in the tone of his voice, all in an attempt to mimic his typical self.

Are you fucking serious right now?! Ain't no fucking way he's mad that I'm not ready to talk. I know he had a traumatic day, but mine wasn't exactly a walk in the park either. I'M the one that was stalked. I'M the one that was attacked. I'M the one that was pinned under a man as he had his fucking head blown off. I mean, it didn't come off, I don't think....bitch, focus.

I continue what I'm doing while ranting to myself, becoming noticeably more irritated the more I think about it, wanting nothing more than to storm up the stairs and curse him the fuck out for treating me this way. But I don't. I'm trying to do better...be better, not only for myself, but for them. I'll finish up here while keeping my thoughts to myself.

Bitch, calm down. They've been through a lot, too! Not only today, but dealing with all my shit this whole time. THEY were here for me when I was stalked. THEY were here for me when I was poisoned. THEY were here for me when I was attacked. And they took care of me the whole time. I gotta stop being selfish and be more considerate of my loves.

Lead with love... lead with love... lead with love.

I repeat this mantra mentally while doing breathing exercises. Still breathing and chanting as I grab my mop and bucket from the supply closet near the basement door. Slowly and carefully, I transfer the sweet, light brown water to the bucket. After returning the pot to the stove, I made sure to grab a couple of the incense from the counter, place the bottom of the stick between my teeth to free my hands, and lug the bucket into the foyer. Here, I grab the matches from the console table drawer and light the incense sticks the shop owner gifted.

Then, I begin to repeat my incantation as I swish the mop around in the water, taking notice of how my body is reacting to being back in this area. My throat is already scratchy, uncomfortable as I force my raspy voice out, but I'm having to work even harder than just a few moments ago. I feel hot with sweat beginning to cause my shirt to stick to my back and my mouth is extra watery. I feel like I'm going to be sick. It feels like my throat is tightening and it's getting harder to breathe, just like I felt earlier with Jason straddling my frame, attempting to choke the life from me.

Something doesn't want me to do this. It knows my intentions.

Nevertheless, I spin the excess water from my mop and plop it on the hardwood. Ignoring my lightheadedness and the way my face has begun to tingle as if losing blood circulation, I continue and swirl the mixture counterclockwise, ceaselessly speaking the spell:

"I call upon my ancestors and guides from north, south, west, and east,

Protect our home from evil; send it back and away from me.

I banish all negativity, curses, and dangers seen and unseen,

Spreading love, protection, and positivity over my home and my family like the water as I clean,"

I say this nine times then seal it with, "As I will it, so mote it be, Àse. Thank you. May you go in peace."

Again, I dunk the mop into the steaming water, then begin to mop the entire foyer, only moving counterclockwise to dispel the dark, heavy, curse-like energy out of our house. Suddenly, my mind shows me where the men have been in my home. As if night has suddenly fallen, the house goes dark. I'm only able to see a silhouette of where Jason's body was on the floor and footprints from their previous visits glowing neon red. Fervently, I begin to clean with purpose, targeting the indicated areas and with each swipe of my mop, I watch the figure and footprints ignite into flame before disappearing; only a small cloud of smoke is left in its wake.

A calming energy seems to be here with me and words are spilling from my mouth, my body seems to be moving on its own. Whatever or whomever is here is helping me, giving me more energy and strength to fight. The pressure on my windpipe is damn near insufferable, and I find myself panting and becoming lightheaded.

Dunk. Swish. Spin, Mop. Even as I'm almost gasping for air, I make my way into the kitchen, cleaning the shoe prints from the ceramic tiles, removing all of the negative energy those men brought into our home.

Taehyung's POV

The scents coming from downstairs smell comforting and sweet. Judging by how Jimin stomps up the stairs, I'd say his mood is quite the opposite. Laying on the bed in our shared room, I ask, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What? I'm fine."

Anyone could see that he is upset from the flush of his cheeks, how his nostrils dilate, and the redness of his eyes; as if he's been crying.

"Okay, if you say so. You definitely don't look fine."

"Fuck," Jimin says, plopping to sit next to me on the bed while wiping his face.

I immediately sit up and put my phone down. I want to let him know he has my attention. Admittedly, I'm a bit caught off guard that he's sitting on my bed after working out in the dance studio, but I've also never seen him this way.

"What's up?"

"It's Tia, bro, or it may just be me," he sniffles. "I'm livid, but I don't want her to feel worse, so I'm trying my best to act normal. I kinda just snapped at her. Why is shit so cryptic with her? Why do we have to wait until she's ready to talk like we haven't experienced something traumatic as well? It just feels a bit selfish, I guess," he confesses, head down while fiddling with his fingers. I watch as a single teardrop travels from the inner corner of his eye and over to his nose. It stalls for a moment before it falls from the tip of it and onto his lap.

"I get it, I really do, but we just have to be patient with her. Yes, what we saw today will haunt our dreams, no doubt. But, she's been through so much," I say and place a reassuring hand on his shoulder before I continue. "I'm not saying you're wrong, Jimin, and I get where you're coming from, but we have to think about Tia, too."

"I'm always thinking of her. She's my number one priority, always. Hell, just seeing and hearing the effects of her attack; her throat seems sore and her voice is so fucking hoarse. As soon as I heard it, it's like my heart broke for her all over again. I should have done more."

"Look. We are here for a reason. We all love Tia and want to cherish her while keeping her safe, not just physically but mentally, too. You did what you could do, there's nothing more you could have done. I know you're upset she didn't tell you that was going to happen. Shit, we all are, but we know she's not the type of person who would hurt us intentionally. So, let's find comfort in that. She had to have her reasons for doing things like she did. Let's just wait and hear her out."

"You're right. I'm just in my feelings. I was here, right here at the house, and I couldn't keep her safe. What good am I? You know? Do I even deserve to be here?" He covers his mouth with his hand and sits like that for a moment with tears dancing in his eyes, threatening to fall.

"Honestly, I feel like that's a normal reaction to have. We're all having similar thoughts and doubts right now. I would be concerned if you didn't feel any way about it."

He chuckles a bit then wipes his face again before pushing his hair from his forehead. Finally, he allows himself to relax, leaning back against me.

"Yea, I feel you. Thanks for letting me vent, Tae. Today has been rough."

"Of course."

"Where is everybody?"

"Jungkook is in the gym with Hobi down in the dance studio. Yoongi found some art supplies down there and is painting by the pool. Namjoon is still in the library."

"It's so neat that we're able to feel each other's presence. I can feel that they are all here, just not exactly where. Can you feel their exact locations?" He turns to look at me over his shoulder, fascination and wonder in his eyes.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but no. I went for a stroll earlier while you were out, and I saw them," I say with a snicker.

"Oh," he says with a smile and rests against me again. "Well, speaking of being able to feel each other's presence..."

Jungkook's POV

I'm so fucking pissed. I hardly know what to do with myself. I've been in the gym most of the day, torturing myself and this punching bag. Even though my fists ache, I continue in an attempt to punish myself. Maybe I'm trying to beat the anger that I have towards Tia. I don't take my role as her man lightly, so I'm livid that I wasn't there to protect her. I wasn't there when she needed me most. I didn't have a choice in the matter as she knew and didn't tell me. I'm pissed at the Burton brothers and the fact that I didn't get the chance to kill Jason myself.

*thump, thump, thump*

I'm a fucking police officer! I should've trusted my gut.

*thump, thump, thump*

I should've been here. I should've protected her.

*thump, thump, thump*

What if he had hurt her worse than he did?

Exhausted, I hug the bag. My body is dripping with sweat, and my nose is starting to run due to my overheating. My throat is dry from breathing heavily, but this isn't enough. I need to suffer at least a fraction of her suffering. Thinking back on how she looked when we got back, shaken, battered, and bruised, her face and clothes soaked with blood. I've seen a lot in my line of work, but that image will be seared into my memory to haunt me for the rest of my life.

She wants to explain why she couldn't tell me, but I can't hear it now. I can't trust that my words won't do more harm than good to her, and I don't want to hurt her more than she's already been. Reluctantly, I release the bag after one more hit and then allow myself to collapse onto the floor. The coolness of the hardwood helps to regulate my body's temperature. I know I should head back to the house to shower, but I'm not ready. I'm embarrassed to see the guys because I couldn't protect her. I don't want to see her because I'm angry, and the bruises around her throat are a physical representation of me failing her.

Namjoon's POV

I don't know who I'm trying to fool, sitting here with my nose in a damn book, unable to even comprehend the words. I trusted her and allowed her to lull me into a false sense of security. I had a feeling that something was up with her. I knew it! But I allowed my trust in her to override my own intuition. I can't hold back the tears that well up in my eyes when I hear her calling out to Jimin. Her voice is hoarse and rasping, being forced from her throat, nothing like the sweet tone that usually drips from her lips. My heart aches for her, even though I am so upset. Thinking about it has me unintentionally balling up the cover of the paperback book in my fists.

"Ugh, I can't do this. I need some air," I say to myself.

I place the book on the couch and stand to head outside, knowing that I will be able to find some kind of peace out there. When I reach the front door, multiple feelings come over me all at once and cause the hairs all over my body to stand on end. I can't seem to get out of the door fast enough as I fumble with the lock. It's like the air is thick here, causing me to struggle to breathe. Finally, I'm out and lean my back against the door, thankful for the fresh air and cool breeze. I know that it won't fix everything, but I grab some equipment from the truck and get started on the lawn. There's not much to be done as I've already taken care of everything, but I just need a distraction. Even if only for a moment, doing something that I enjoy and can get lost in, I need something that doesn't require me to think or feel.

Hoseok's POV

Lying here in the middle of this floor, I can feel the bass from the sound system booming through my body. I'm at the point where I don't think I can dance another step as I'm panting, my chest rising and falling to the beat. I feel like coming down here was an attempt to push the negative feelings and thoughts out of my mind, but they are all rushing back to me now. Fuck...what have I gotten myself into? Of course, this shit would pop off as soon as I've finalized all my shit back in Bangtan. Am I making the right decision to move in?

Now, not to be mistaken with me regretting committing to Tia and the guys, it's not that. However, the uncertainty of whether my feelings and the respect I have for my loves will be reciprocated is concerning. Ain't no fucking way I should have come home, blindsided by finding a dead man lying in the middle of the foyer. As if that shit isn't disturbing enough, ain't no way my lady should have known it was going to happen and not felt the need to inform me.

I sit up with a huff, pissed and unable to hide it even if I wanted to. There is no way I will ever be able to scrub the visual of Tia, sitting on the edge of the couch, stiff as if trying not to transfer the blood and flesh from her face and clothes onto the fabric. Her face; blood and tear-stained and her expression of horror and shock. Jesus. Just thinking about it has tears welling in my eyes. My poor baby. Even though I'm mad, I want nothing more than to have her in my arms.

After turning off the music and the fans, I leave the studio and go into the gym. I find Jungkook, soaked with sweat, sprawled across the floor.

"You good, Koo?"

"I will be, bro. You?"

"Same. I will be."

"Yea. You heading back in?"

"Yeah, I need to see Tia. I'm pissed, don't get me wrong, but I just need to see her. To hold her, you know?"

"Absolutely. I'm trying to get out of my head first. I don't want to act in a way or say something that will hurt her further," he confesses as he sits up, remaining seated on the floor.

"That makes sense and says a lot about the love you have for her. Honestly, I don't even know if I'm really upset with Tia for real."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know if I'm upset with her or if I'm upset with myself and taking it out on her. I'm mad that I wasn't here for her AND the fact that I didn't even get a chance to choose whether to be here or not. But, ultimately, it's more because I feel inadequate," I admit and shrug my shoulders. "I think I'm just going to let this shit go and focus on the good. She's still here. Today could have ended much differently."

The look on Jungkook's face is as if I'd cracked some type of code. His expression can only be described as one of enlightenment, as if he'd not thought about the alternative ending.

"Bro-" he says with a quiver in his voice, then takes his bottom lip between his teeth.

Fuck, did I say something wrong? I didn't mean to make him cry! Instinctually, I rush over to his side and wrap him up in my arms.

"Koo, I'm so sorry. Is it something I said?"

He shakes his head against my chest as he silently sobs. We stay this way for a while, him leaning into the comfort of my embrace as I'm stroking his back through his sweat-soaked shirt. He sits up when he's ready and wipes his nose on the back of his bandage-wrapped hand.

"You didn't say anything wrong. You're right. I was so focused on my anger towards Tia and didn't even take into consideration that I could possibly be projecting my feelings on her when I was just mad at myself. I'm pissed because of what he did to her and I'm embarrassed that, as a police officer, I couldn't even protect my own girlfriend, you know?" Still squatting down to his level, I nod, completely understanding him. "He really came to our home, our safe haven, and attacked her in broad daylight. I'm down here, making this about me when I should be taking advantage of the opportunity to hold her in my arms again. I should be comforting her. Like you said, today could have definitely ended differently. I could have lost her."

I stand up and reach down to pull him up with me.

"Let's go see her."

Yoongi's POV

I'm so glad I happened to find some paint supplies and canvases in the storage closet of the pool house. I grab what I think I'll need and decide to set up here at the pool, not wanting to disturb Jungkook and Hoseok from what they are doing but also not brave enough to go into the main house. My feelings are all over the place, and my mind feels so cluttered I don't want to be around people right now. The past 24 hours have been insane, and I'm trying to wrap my head around it all while also giving Tia space to process her own thoughts.

I am just going to take this time to paint my thoughts and feelings in hopes of clearing them out of my head and putting them on the canvas to help me process. I've completely relinquished control over this creation and am allowing myself to subconsciously dip into the different colors, placing them here and there without thought. I'm imagining this is what meditation is like: allowing my thoughts to come, acknowledging the thought, then allowing it to pass. I continue to do this until I have nothing else to think about, my last thoughts being, 'What can I do for Tia? How can I help her? Are the guys okay?'

When I hear the door to the pool house open, I look up and see Jungkook and Hoseok walking toward me. Their sweat has drenched their shirts, causing the area to become darker than the rest of the fabric, creating nearly perfect triangles down their chests. I also realize that I've zoned out and I'm unaware of how much time has passed, but my canvas is now completely covered.

"Hey, did you paint something pretty?" Hobi asks before coming over to take a peek.

"Ummm... my intention was to clear my mind, to get all the crap out and onto the fabric."

"Damn," Jungkook says when he looks at it. "Do you feel better?"

"I do, actually. I typically love to paint but I kind of spaced out with this one. I don't even know how long I've been at it."

The guys help me pick up the supplies, putting some back where they belong, and taking others into the house to be cleaned. I take the artwork and easel inside, deciding to leave it in the basement to dry.

A/N:

So so so sorry for the long wait but this chapter is extra long to make up for that. Life has been crazy, but in a good way. I hope that you all have been well, happy and healthy.

Thanks so much to @yoongiobsessed and @heathfritillary for beta reading this chapter.

#joonslfttiddie #bangtanwhq #ambw #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts smut #black protagonist #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoesok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #reincarnated lovers #reverse harem #reincarnation #bts

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drpsps · 8 months

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Random shit I said while watching different saw movies!!! Pt1

Spoiler Warning

Saw - “Adam isn’t THAT fine” (lying right through my teeth).

“Teehee Larry you naughty boy” (was extremely high).

“Y’all their actually gay” (chainshipping bitches)

“I just know if Adam survived he would NEVER stop fucking with Lawrence” (Annoying bf who?).

“My pookie John is so silly!” (Besties hear me out, sometimes the pookie is a crazy old man).

“I hate you Lawrence.” (During the whole “I gotta go get help” thing).

“Adam’s thoughts were “Why is that body throwing it back?” during the scene where John gets up.” (I am crazy).

Saw 2 - “Y’all fuck that kid.” (I’m a hater fr).

“His dad is a fucking dick and I hope he DIES!” (He indeed does not die).

“Amanda you’re so silly.” (She was being crazy).

“I hate everyone but Amanda and that dumb ass kid.” (It was that first scene where someone died).

“Okay okay just can everyone calm down.” (Literally any fight scene).

“Damn HE’S BALD AND TORTURING PEOPLE WITH HAIR!” (Gotta quote a good ole tiktok).

“Shit man’s is beating an old guy whose dying.” (I thought it was funny).

“I’M SO GLAD THE KID SURVIVED!” (Me before the reveal).

“Oh fuck that.” (Me after the reveal).

Saw 3 - “Amanda calm your tits.” (Teehee).

“John what the fuck.” (I think he said some dumb shit).

“Okay bitches calm down.” (Anytime Amanda was beefin with the doctor chick).

“Shitttttt!” (x20 because y’all wtf).

“I thought he was gonna change!” (Dude remained vengeful).

“Well everything is fucked now.” (Amanda montage).

“Girl shut up.” (The doctor chick said something super cunty).

“Yas queen!” (Amanda said something super cunty).

“NOOOO!” (any fucked scene).

“YASSSSS!” (Any good scene).

Saw 4 - “OMG IT’S MY POOKIE BEAR MARK!” (Mark appeared on screen).

“I wonder how they didn’t know it was Mark. The constant side eye was a dead giveaway.” (We were barely a few minutes in and he did it three times).

“My pookie wookie isn’t crazy.” (Mark hoffman is extremely crazy).

“His delulu became trululu.” (Mark casually killing).

“If John is dead, then why would Mark join now?” (Before reveal).

“OOOOOHHHH.” (After reveal).

“Mark definitely listens to slipknot.” (Casual observation and definitely not a projection).

“I would NOT survive a Hoffman trap.” (Bitch rigged everything).

“Oh pookie…” (Near the end of the movie).

“I’m glad Eric died..” (Randomly remembering he’s there).

Saw 5 - “IS STRAHM HERE YES HE IS!” (That’s my genuine reaction when he showed up).

“Perez get your dog on a leash.” (Strahm was being a little asshole).

“Meow.” (Anytime both Hoffman and Strahm are on screen).

“I wanna eat them up.” (Me at Hoffman, and Strahm).

“He’s delulu.” (Talking about Hoffman).

“He’s trululu.” (Talking about Strahm).

“He’s not that bad.” (Talking about Strahm).

“Sorry he sucks sometimes.” (Talking about Hoffman).

“Eat shit asshole, die in a trap.” (Hoffman at Strahm).

“Y’all I’m so cool.” (Me on liking all the apprentices).

“My pookie wookie is trying.” (Me about Hoffman).

“HE NEEDS LOVE!” (Me about Strahm).

“I HOPE YOU ALL DIE.” (Minus Strahm and Hoffman).

“I’m so sorry baby girl..” (Me anytime Strahm is on screen).

“He’s cringe but he’s free.” (Me at Strahm and Hoffman).

“Damn someones salty.” (Angry Hoffman scenes).

“Bro is down bad.” (Strahm investigated Hoffman).

“Y’all this shit is crazy.” (About the traps).

“I’m still mad at hoffman.” (About the trap he put Strahm in).

“Okay what the fuck!” (end of film during Strahms death scene).

I need to watch 6-9 and I’ll make a second post.

I love these films with all my heart and you can definitely tell that my faves are literally every jigsaw apprentice (Including Logan from the later films) and most of the male characters (I.E. Adam and Peter Strahm). I honestly think the first three movies tie in together better than the later movies (seeing as we keep this crazy shit going).

I hope y’all enjoyed reading this shit.

#sawposting #saw x #saw franchise #saw movies #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #mark hoffman #peter strahm #saw 2004 #saw 2005 #saw 2006 #saw 4 #saw 5 #john kramer

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Omg I’m crying not eating kid’s lunch 😭😭😭😭 but that’s definitely what he gonna do!! 😭😭 but can you imagine him being girl dad 🥹🥹 ouuu I know that he will teach her to fight saying “if someone gonna try put their finger on you in school, just punch them in the face just how daddy taught you and then report to me, I’m gonna punch their parents too” anddd since our man has painted nails imagine his daughter wants to paint nails with him doing matching colors (pink 💀) 🥹🥹 he be so stubborn at first bcuz “what the hell, I am not one of your dolls”, but of course he will surrender and let her do it and after she’s done she asking “do you like it papa?” and even though he still feels stupid he will say “they look real pretty, princess” with soft smile 😭😭😭😭

Omg I’m gonna cry rn my baby fever is showing 😭😭 Dad Kuna is everything, I literally do not care how ooc that is, I love him 😞💔

GOODBYEEEE SUKUNA!?!? A GIRL DAD!!?!? ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE SAME PERSON??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Okay okay let's be fr, that man is gonna do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure that lil baby doesn't paint ALL of his damn fingers. He'll compromise on a SINGLE nail. A SINGULAR nail out of like 20 💀💀💀 he likes his black so imagine the pinkie being the pink color, and the babygirl being so happy that it's still on after a while. AWWWWWWW imagine he goes to his daughter to repaint the pink whenever it's about to chip 🤧🤧 And Kuna knows you're happy about it too, trying to use your daughter to convince him on TWO nails, and he's like "Do not overstep; it's not happening." (It will happen, SLOWLY, but it will lol) I'm sure as the girl gets older and starts winning over her dad, he'll learn to be a little lenient to appease her tiny heart 😔💘💘💘

No but like YES LMFAOOO he most definitely would teach that girl how to fight!! I can see her being into "girly" stuff but loves hand-to-hand sports because their father is so good at it!! (Stop I headcanon that he lets them watch MMA fighting with him 🤭🤭 baby is most def a tomboy in spirit) bullying will definitely not be a problem, bc if they're sent to the principals office for punching a kid back or defending someone from a bully, 9 times out of ten she'll just be sent back to the classroom. Bc the entire school knows if dad picks up the phone instead of you, someone's parent is going to end up in a coma 💀💀💀OMG PROM AND DATING!???! Dude, he's gonna LOATHE the day they start asking questions about boys/girls, bc he's all like "What's their name? Who are their parents? What grade are they in? Do they do sports? Are they in the Honor Roll? How do you know them? Why do you know them? Why do you wanna date them? What makes you think I would let you be near them and out of my sight–" LIKE OMG BRO 😭😭😭😭😭

#dad! kuna is the type to not let his kids go to sleepovers no matter WHAT #maybe he'll allow the sleepovers at his home; which is hilarious to me bc it's bad enough he has a brat of his own #what makes him think he'll want to watch over 3 or 4+ for a single night 💀💀💀#man i love this sm this is so cute qnd funny!!!#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ⚛ 𝑨𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝑨𝒔𝒌𝒔

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noirvette · 1 year

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kyle! + robot! reader who's like jenny [my life as a teenage robot]!!

woahhh this concept is so cool, love this request. also my life as a teenage robot was one of my fav shows growing up sad nickelodeon kinda fell off now.

also the more i write for kyle the more i fall in love with him like 😭 im not complaining tho

cws: none! fluff References to season 19 of south park Aged up characters!

Was skeptical on becoming friends/near you at first I can't lie.

After the whole thing with Leslie when he was younger, he's probably pretty skeptical about robots/non human yet humanoid beings in general

However he thinks you're cool, I mean you have no malicious intent and you're well, a robot, so he's gonna stand afar for a while and just keep his distance.

It isn't until he sees you actively protecting/defending someone that he realizes..damn you're a good person.. robot?.

At this point he'll actively seek you out now, forgo his past skepticism he wants to get to you.

Call it the geeky nerd superhero fan in him, but to actually save and protect people while being a humanoid robot is like.. freaky cool to him.

Thinks its cute how you're trying to fit in with trying to be a "human" teenager as a robot

Considering how kind and sweet (and somewhat naive) you are, Cartman always tries to get you to join in on his schemes (some people never change), however Kyle always prevents you from going along with it.

He finds himself falling in love with you (and cursing himself a bit because "God damn it Kyle you did it again, you fell in love with another robot") because of these traits (you protecting people, being kind, fun, etc)

This won't stop him from following his feelings though, at most he might just find it awkward on how to confess to you, but if you confess first then he's all for it. (Might save him from a heart attack of trying to figure out how to ask you out).

When you two actually start dating, Cartman will relentlessly make fun of you both, it's just how he is unfortunately.

Kyle kicks his ass though. He can handle Cartman making fun of him, but making fun of you is a line he wouldn't ever let anyone cross.

Stan's chill with it, yk that tiktok audio thats just "woh hoh.. rock on freaky bro" yeah that sums up Stan to you guys.

Most of South Park is accepting of you being a robot anyways, to them it's like another day. They'd all met Leslie before (and some crazier things too), so comments on making fun of you is pretty rare for you to experience.

Instead you get a lot of people trying to use you for whatever they need; and Kyle often has to remind you to just sit down and take a break once in a while, that South Park won't explode if you take... a.. breather..?

You do help protect their town of course (For shits and giggles I always like to imagine the superheros are still going strong), Mysterion is forever grateful to you.

Speaking of superheros, you and Kyle are a super hero duo. Sure you may do most of the work, but he's there to hype you up!!

Like the stendy or creek dialogue in TFBW, he's cheering you on as you fight

"Woah! Good hit babe!"

"Kick their ass baby!"

Among other things

#kyle broflovski headcanons #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons #fluff

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legobiwan · 1 year

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So this is part of a longer story I've been writing but I kind of want to post this here as it just poured from my brain this evening. This may be...somewhat out of character? I don't know, I'm playing with some ideas here. I have some very specific headcanons regarding Luigi and Mario's upbringing in a 1980s Italian-American section of Brooklyn (my guess would be Bensonhurst) and some of the concepts below reflect that.

Imagine, if you will, another post-SPM scenario where Luigi ups and leaves the Mushroom Kingdom a few weeks after the whole Chaos Heart debacle. Mario finds the following note on his desk the morning after Luigi runs away, folded underneath a small, mechanical Yoshi.

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Mario -

There’s no easy way of saying this, so I guess I’m just going to come right out with it. I’m leaving the Mushroom Kingdom. Or, at this point, have left already, if you’re reading this instead of chasing me down the nearest warp pipe. And in case you’re thinking it (I know you are) - don’t. No, I didn’t use the one by the Toadetta Café, and no, I didn’t use your secret passageway near the Royal Stables, either. Suffice it to say I carry more secrets than you, which include my own ways of getting in and out of the Peach’s realm. (Do you honestly think I would travel the same path twice back to the Evershade Valley when King Boo was on my trail? But maybe you would have. Yeah, you probably would - just saunter right up the well-traveled road, same pipe, same time, same place, daring any ghost to show their face. But you know I’ve never been as brave as you).

It’s not your fault. I know you don’t believe me, but please try to. Whatever it is, it’s not your fault. I’d like to say it’s not mine, either, but the next few weeks, few months will reveal the truth of that statement.

Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. How your entire face just collapses, how your fingers move back and forth like you’ve still got that old rosary from Saint Michael’s in your hands. I don’t know entirely where this guilt is coming from but...maybe you can say a few Hail Marys tonight? Can't hurt. It might even make you feel better. (Hell, if it gets you to stop wearing your hair shirt all the time, I’ll start saying the damned liturgy myself! And you know how I feel about that).

I won’t be gone forever. Well, I hope I won’t, at least. But what I said last night is still true - I’m not the same person I was before the Chaos Heart, before Mr. L, before…everything that happened. Or what I'm pretty sure happened. I know there’s more to the story, more than what you and Peach and Bowser recounted in your short, clinical descriptions. I know there’s more because I can feel it - not the memories of exact actions, but the imprints of emotions - soft indentations of hatred and malice and a terrible pettiness made all the worse by how familiar it feels.

Do you think it’s really gone, Mario? If he’s really gone? They said the Light Prognosticus was only meant to counteract the Dark, that the Chaos Heart was banished, not destroyed. I’ve spent hours looking in the mirror (no, I’m not that vain), my face pressed into the glass, pulling my eyes open as far as I can, skin and tissue stretching to the point of pain. They’re different now, my eyes, I know you’ve seen that. You always notice the little details, make observations, file away certain specks of information for the future. You’re more cerebral than you’d ever like to let on, bro, but don’t worry - I won’t spoil your secret.

It’s just that…I just can’t shake the idea, the intuition that this isn’t over, that there’s something inside me that’s waiting, that’s gestating in all the little crevices between the atoms in my gut and I can’t risk it. I can’t risk endangering the Mushroom Kingdom, the Mushroom People, Princess Peach, can’t risk Daisy or Peasley, or (God help me for saying this) even E. Gadd and his ethically dubious experiments.

Most of all, though, I can’t risk endangering you. Not again. Never again. Not like that.

So, a search for answers. A quest, a mission. (Not an adventure. Not anything even close. It’s only an adventure if you’re with me, you know).

A reckoning, maybe.

I hope I find what I’m looking for. I’m not even sure what I’m looking for, but some movement forward has to be better than sitting around the castle picking at battle scars, right? (It’s not your fault. I know you don’t talk about it, but we fought, that much I’m certain of. Why else would you avoid the topic so thoroughly? What else would I, a brainwashed minion of a man bent on triggering the apocalypse, be sent to do? Anyway, the gigantic robot was kind of a giveaway and Bowser made certain we all heard about that).

I guess that leads me into my last thought.

Mario, I need a favor from you. A promise. Just one thing, and it’s so simple but I know you’ll make it complicated when it’s really not.

If this goes…wrong, somehow. If the Chaos Heart overtakes me again, if…he digs his dirty, spindly fingers into my brain...

If for any reason I come back…bad…

You’ve got to end it. For everyone’s sake (including my own).

(Honestly, I’m a little surprised you didn’t before. I was trying to push along the end of the world, big bro. The Saints would have and will probably forgive you for that one).

Don’t try and save me. I’m not even sure I could be saved, not a second time. It’s just like Sister Catherine said in middle school, remember? “Luigi’s strayed beyond the grasp of our Lord.” Never liked that old crone. I guess throwing the Good Book out a window didn’t do me any favors in her eyes (or anyone watching from above, I suppose). But it’s true, in a way. I think I’ve strayed beyond the light of good, have strayed past the forest line and into the shadows.

I think I may have been there all along.

I love you, bro. I always will.

Your fratellino,

Luigi

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tworoadsandapenny · 10 months

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What You Wish For: Chapter 15. Raph

It's all the title. This one is all about Raph. Which means I thoroughly enjoyed writing it.

Lots of blood in this one. You have been warned.

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“RAPH!”

His voice tears through the ire, bringing me back to the here and now. I catch a glimpse of my right arm gushing blood and basically useless, and try to thin the haze from my mind while I gather my surroundings.

The pause was clearly the opening my opponent had been waiting for. I see it coming in my periphery, but with my right arm as it is, I’m too slow to stop it.

The blade sinks deep. I can feel it digging around near my liver. But as I’m waiting for the final blow, my mind clears enough to notice it’s Hun’s only weapon. And his right eye is covered in blood and probably not working so good.

Blue bandana tails whip past me on my left, and I hear him whisper.

“—the right moment.”

My lip curls up in a grin as blood pours down my leg. Hun looks at me like I’m a madman, which only makes my smile broader.

It’s in the details, right Big Bro?

I clamp my hand on his wrist like a pit bull to a bone, pulling him closer—the blade digs deeper into my innards, but I needed to close the distance—and make sure his face is mere inches from mine before I talk.

“You lose.”

By the time his blood soaked eye catches what’s happening, my sai is so deep in his skull, I can almost see it popping out the other end. It takes a moment, like his brain was trying to understand what just happened, before his eyes close and his body crumples to the floor like a broken marionette.

Year and years I’ve wanted to sink my sai into that bastards skull. Hot damn did that feel good!

I use the adrenaline from my kill to pull the blade from my side—as carefully as possible, because I know Don’s gonna freak out as it is—and I stand over the body. His brain is leaking blood all over the floor and I know for damn sure he’s not getting up again. But still. I can’t help myself. My rage is not quelled. My thirst for vengeance still demands more.

I pry my sai from his rotting brain and lord it over his bleeding corpse, right over his enlarged chest. My hands are trembling with rage. “This,” I say with venom dripping from every syllable. “This is for my brother.” And I drive the blade deep into his heart. Deeper. Until my hand is nearly inside his ribcage.

“Leo!” I reach a hand down to the one he’s covering his wound with, pulling it away slightly so I can take a look and see how bad.

He’s been shot. Leo’s been shot.

I pull my weapon free only to plunge it back into his chest with just as much fury. More.

His chest ain’t moving. I can’t hear his breath anymore. He looks so peaceful…

Again and again and again, I stab him in a frenzy as my ire pours out in a loud and building scream.

And suddenly I can’t feel anything anymore.

My body goes numb, my brain shuts down, and all I can do is sit there, staring at my big brother, waiting for my heart to rip out of my chest.

Finally. It’s done.

I stare at the body, my hands covered in as much blood as his chest, and I know with certainty that the man who orchestrated my brother’s death is finally eradicated from existence. As he should be. As he deserved.

But the pain in my chest is still there.

It still hurts. As much as it did three months ago. As much as it did when I watched him take in his last breath.

As much as it did when I realized my dumb, worthless ass, had gotten my brother killed.

A sudden dizzy spell brings me out of my stupor, and my eyes dart around the room in a panic. My family. They’re here, I saw them. The explosion… I heard more Dragons being thrown about on that side of the warehouse, which means someone is over there. I need to go look. To find them. To protect them. To keep them from leaving me like he did…

What if I just got them all killed? What if they’re all…

I sink to my knees without realizing, my body feeling heavier every second. There’s a pain in my side now too, and it takes a moment for me to remember I’ve been hurt. My hand goes to cover the wound immediately.

“Pressure.”

He whispers in my ear. I do as he says. I haven’t the heart to argue anymore. I want to do what he says. I want to hear him bark orders.

“Keep pressure. Stop the bleeding.”

I want him to be here. With me.

“Keep them bright eyes open. If you pass out, I can’t give you CPR.”

I can’t help but crack a smile. I still can’t see him, but I feel him sitting next to me, his hand over mine as he helps me keep the pressure on. “Duly noted.” I say before spitting a hock of blood from my airways.

The room’s gettin’ mighty fuzzy. I feel myself list to one side, but when I go to catch myself Leo stops me, holding his hand over mine to keep the blood at bay.

“If I leave, you bleed out.”

I’m about to reply with my own wit when I hit the floor. Right… I was falling. But his hand’s still on my side. Still helping keep me here. Keep me safe.

Always.

“Leo…” I still can’t see him. I keep looking for that blue bandana and those fretting eyes, but they're not anywhere in the room. Everything’s starting to go dark. My family… where are my—

I feel his hand though.

“Leo…”

“It’s okay, dude, we got you.”

That’s not Leo’s voice. Still familiar. Still comforting. But not Leo.

I know that voice. “Mi—“ I’m suddenly coughing, the familiar taste of bile and copper mixing in my mouth. But I gotta be sure. They’re here. They’re okay. “Mikey?”

“I’m here!” He sounds desperate. “I’m here, just squeeze my hand if you can’t see me.”

I hadn’t even noticed his hand was in mine. Gripping tightly. I think. Can’t feel it. Can’t feel much. But I can hear just fine, and his terror rings out clear as a bell.

I’ve scared him. Again.

It’s always me. The big screwup…

“You’re not.”

Blue flickers at the edges of my vision. Just beyond the dark. Just out of sight. Just… barely…

“You’re a much better person than you think you are.”

I don’t know if it’s what he’s saying or the fact that I still can’t find him, but I start to panic, coughing as I try and sit up. He’s here. I need to find him. See him. Just once. “C-Come back!” I’m spittin’ blood, and I know I shouldn’t move, there’s a voice saying I shouldn’t move, but I have to. I have to find him!

“You still don’t get it.”

It’s driving me crazy the way he keeps saying that! “Get what!?”

But it’s not Leo that answers.

“Get out of here. Casey and Sensei can only hold them off for so long.”

Don. He’s safe too.

“I won’t lose another brother to your temper!”

Don knows. He knows the truth. Knows what I am. The thought is another knife in my chest. I try to find his eyes, but they’re focused on something in my side. My wound? Am I still bleeding? Can’t feel it anymore…

I need to—I should say something. Don and Mike, they don’t deserve this. Don’t deserve me. My brain ain’t workin’ right and my lips feel as numb as my hands, but I need to tell them. It takes a good solid effort—damn I’m gettin’ tired—but I finally manage to clear the blood from my throat so I can speak.

“Don…”

I sound pathetic. Weak. And I don’t get past the name before my strength fades again. But I need them to know. Should have said it before. Should have told them all the time. Should have…

Shouldn’t have said it. Shouldn’t have shouted.

“I DON’T NEED YOU!”

Dammit. I can’t make my mouth work. I don’t know if it’s because I’m bleedin’ out or because I’m so damn bad at telling them how much I care, but I can’t do it.

Gotta try again. “D-Don…”

My eyes finally manage to focus a little, and I can see Don and Mikey trying to stand me up, Mike taking point with his nunchaku out and spinning, and Don beside me with my arm over his shoulder, trying to drag my ass through the warehouse.

There are tears running down his cheeks.

Dammit.

“Just save your strength, Raph. We can talk after we get you fixed up, okay? After we’re home and safe.”

“Save the lecture for after we get home.”

The thought suddenly strikes me that I might not make it home. I’ve been thinking it all night, but just now it really sinks in. Becomes real. Maybe it’s because I can feel it happening. I can feel myself going. The darkness at the edge of my vision keeps growing and I know this is it.

I slide my eyes over to peak at Mikey who’s whipping his weapon in an unsuspecting Dragon’s face. Makes me proud, I gotta admit.

Dammit.

A sudden chill runs down my body as the cold hand of dread snakes through my veins. I can’t… I can’t leave ‘em. But I don’t think I got a choice in the matter anymore. Can’t feel. Can’t think. Can barely keep my eyes open. Thoughts are draining through my mind like a sieve and I can barely tell if my feet are under me anymore.

I think… I think I’m leaving…

Dammit!

If only I hadn’t gone out on my own.

“You shouldn’t have left.”

It’s always me. I’m always the one screwing it all up. If only I’d stayed.

“Because you took off! And I didn’t want you out here fighting alone.”

If only I’d listened.

“We’re going back. Now.”

Why didn’t I listen?

“We’re a team Raph. We need to stick together.”

If only…

“RAPH!”

If only Leo was—

“Still here.”

My eyes snap open—when did I close them?—and the room’s gone. Everything’s disappeared and I’m standing in the middle of this endless white. I can hear Mike and Don shouting frantically around me, but I can’t see them anymore.

It feels like I should be panicking, but there’s something about this place that soothes my frayed nerves in a way that’s almost… familiar.

And then he steps forward. Blue bandana flitting behind his head, one katana upon his back, and a knowing smile across his face.

Not a vision. Not a figment or an apparition. It’s really him. In the flesh.

“…Leo?”

I hear him chuckle at how tentative my voice is.

“Hey Raph.”

It’s his voice. Really his. He’s here, speaking to me. Staring at me. And suddenly I can’t breathe.

“Still getting into trouble, I see.”

He looks at me like he’s waiting for a response, but I can’t give one. I can’t remember how to make my lungs work. He just smiles and walks towards me, eyes bright and almost dancing behind that blue bandana of his. I look him over as he walks and… and there’s no more… no more blood. His stomach is fine, his plastron fully intact, not a drop of red anywhere to be seen.

He’s suddenly right in front of me and I know if I could move I’d be doing something embarrassing like hugging him or something. But I can’t. Can. Not. Move.

If I move he might…

I close my eyes to try and find some semblance of balance when I feel a tight embrace. I feel his breath against my head, feel his heart beating against my chest.

“I’m here.”

I don’t know what happened. Something in me snaps, I can feel the break as it gives way. And suddenly there’s water streaking down my face as my arms shoot around my brother’s shell.

He’s here. Just like he said he’d be.

There are no words… I can’t…

His hand comes up to my neck, holding me there for a moment, when I hear him sniffle. I pull away quickly to see tears streaking down his cheeks.

I ain’t ever seen Leo cry before.

He must have understood the dumb look on my face because he just smiles wide at me and wipes the streaks away.

“I’ve missed you.”

His words strike a chord somewhere deep in my chest. I want to reply, but I… I got nothin’. I just stare at him, wondering when the dream is gonna end and trying not to grip his arms too tight. I watch as he looks me up and down like he always did when he was checking for wounds or injuries I wasn’t coppin’ to.

Finally he clamps my shoulder with his hand—warm and firm and not a spec of blood on it—and gives me a bit of a shake.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Before I can even bat an eyelash in protest he’s pointing past my shoulder. I turn and see Mike and Don, almost faded behind this veil of white, like a movie screen with the brightness level way too high. They’re kneeling beside something on the ground that looks like it’s covered in—

Wait… is that…me?

I look from the body to my hands and back at least four times before I finally find my voice. “…Am I—“

“—dead?” Leo shakes his head humorously. “No, not yet. But you don’t have much time.”

My mind is reeling. I can’t seem to find purchase on anything he says. I’m still standing there, probably looking as confused as I feel, when he walks past me to stare at Mike and Don, a familiar twinge to his eyes.

Fondness and worry. Or “Forry” as Mike had dubbed it at one point. I just knew it as the “Leo look”.

He watches quietly, his eyes moving from one brother to the other like he’s trying to drink in every detail before they disappear. Suddenly Sensei is there beside them, his hand on—I guess that would be my head?—and Leo’s face shifts to something that looks awfully close to shame. He holds up his hand, like he’s going to reach out and touch the picture of our father, before pulling it back and closing his eyes.

I don’t think I’m breathing. I’m just watching him in silence, studying every inch of his face while my heart thumps so heavily in my chest, I’m surprised it hasn’t burst through my plastron yet.

“They’re in so much pain…”

The way he speaks… it’s like daggers. Thin needles, poking just deep enough to pierce the nerve and flare with pain. He sounds tormented. Hurt. And the scariest part is he’s not trying to hide it.

“Leo…” His name croaks out like I’ve just swallowed a cigar, but as I’m about to try again, he’s speaking. Low and calm and unjudgemental.

His back in still to me. Still facing our brothers. Our family.

“If you wanted to live, you’d already be fighting your way back to them. It would be close, but you could make it. We both know you could. But you’re not fighting. You’re here.”

Wait… what? Was he saying I’m choosing to die? That’s not—

“Are you?”

An ire burns in my stomach that makes me want to shout in his face for even suggesting something so stupid. But it dies the moment I realize the pain in my chest is gone. For the first time in three months I don’t feel like someone is staking my heart with a hot rod-iron.

I… I want to be here. With my brother. With Leo. I don’t want to leave him.

“I…” But the words won’t come. Everything clogs at the back of my throat as I turn to stare at my family—Casey standing over me with his hands in fists and blood on his knuckles, Sensei stroking my head and whispering like he’s trying to coax me to wake up, Mikey clutching my hand like it’s tethering him to sanity, and Don working frantically to patch me up while I bleed all over the roof—and I can feel my fingers curling into my palm.

DAMMIT.

“I can’t. I can’t leave them.”

I know it’s cowardly, but I keep my eyes on the ground ‘cause I know if I look up—if I see his face all sad and worried and filled with shame and telling me he misses me—I’m going to lose it. I’m going to give in. I’m gonna stay by his side and refuse to leave, consequences be damned.

I think my whole body is shaking as I stand there. I’m barely holding it together when I feel his hand on my shoulder. Don’t Leo… just don’t…

“Thank God.”

I can’t help but look up in my surprise and he’s standing there in front of me, a big wide smile on his face and something glinting in his eyes that makes my bones ache I’ve missed it so much.

Pride.

He wants me to go.

“They need you.”

I don’t mean to scoff, but I can’t help it. I know he’s trying to be nice and all, but we both know the truth. Know it all too well…

He’s suddenly got his arm around my shoulder, turning me to face our family. The white haze that separates us has grown thicker to the point that I can barely see them, but I still make out the general shapes. They’re at the lair now, in Don’s medical bay. Don’s standing over me as April—when did she get there?—hands him bandages and Casey watches from a distance. Mikey’s still holding my hand for dear life, tears falling on my skin as he sits beside me with Sensei’s arm draped over his shoulder.

The fear is so thick I can taste it.

“They need you, Raph.”

I want to believe him. I do. I know my family would miss me.

They shouldn’t. Not after I—

Casey would throw a fit. Mikey would cry. Don would wall himself away.

They should be thankful. I only cause trouble. I never listen. If I’d listened, Leo would still be—

April would square her shoulders and bare it for everyone’s sake. And Sensei would be left to pick up the pieces.

I didn’t mean to. I didn’t. I didn’t mean what I said. I swear. Leo, I swear I didn’t—

“Raph.”

His hand’s on my shoulder again, squeezing to get my attention. I just stare at him. Stare at his blue bandana. Stare at his green skin. Stare at those eyes that never stop worrying.

“I don’t need your orders.”

Not hurt or angry.

“I don’t need your leadership.”

Why aren’t they angry? They should be. I deserve it.

“I DON’T NEED YOU!”

What have I done?

I fall to my knees, my muscles all failing from the anguish now charging through me. How could I? Why did I want to hurt him so badly? He was just being protective big brother. Just being Leo. How could I… I…

I was just being me.

Just being…

Just let me be. Let me stay here. Let me stay with him.

“NO!”

His voice is almost shrill with fear, so much so it startles me into looking at him. He grabs my other shoulder so tightly, I nearly wince at the pressure.

“You can’t stay. You can’t. Please. I can’t stop you—I can’t make you go—but you have to! You have to!”

I’m still trying to form my reply when he takes me by the back of the head and touches his forehead to mine. I fall silent, leaning into the touch more than I ever have before.

“Please Raph, you have to understand. I want you here. I do. I want you to stay with me. I miss you more than I can…” He pauses, and I can hear the brokenness in his voice being forced to the back. “But they need you. You have to go back to them. Please. Please.”

I almost didn’t hear what he was saying ‘cause I’m so focused on the touch. His forehead against mine is such an unexpected comfort… I don’t want to think about anything else. I want to stay. I need to stay. I can’t leave him. Not again. Never again. I can’t—

But Mike and Don. I can’t leave them either. Can’t leave them alone to deal with everything—three months I’ve been out of it, I don’t even know how badly they’ve been hurtin’—I can’t leave ‘em. I can’t.

But Leo…

I can’t.

I…

“Raph!”

I look up and Leo’s glancing back at the picture of the others. It’s fading again, the picture washing out so much I can barely see anything. Mikey’s standing up—I think it’s Mikey—and shouting at me on the table. I ain’t seen him cry like that since the rooftop…

I must be fading. It’s now or never, I can feel it. Stay or go. Either way, I abandon a brother.

I don’t know what to do!

I know I’m of no use to them over there, Mike and Don are better off without me. But they’ll hurt… they’ll morn… and I can’t stand to see ‘em cry.

But Leo. I can’t. Leave. Leo.

He suddenly stands me up, his face hardened in resolution, looking to me as he steps aside. “Whatever you decide. I’m with you.”

I stare at the fading picture of my family huddled around me, holding my hands, shoutin’ for me to stay with ‘em, begging me to open my eyes.

And my feet don’t move.

I look to Leo—my leader, my elder, my brother—and I feel ashamed. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry!”

I can’t do it. I can’t…

And he just looks at me with those kind eyes again.

Kind and sad.

“I know.” His voice is so calm as he touches me on the shoulder. Always calm. Always in control.

I hate him.

I miss him.

I need him.

But I can’t stay.

I reach out and touch the picture of my family, a cold film—like brushing the surface of the lake out at the farmhouse—meets my hand. Suddenly there’s a pain in my chest, sharp and intense, like a blade cutting out my heart. I can’t help it, I fall to my knees clutching my torso and gasping for breath, staring at Leo.

Still here. Hasn’t left. Still here.

“It’s okay.” He whispers quietly, hand still on my shoulder as he kneels beside me. “Let me help.” He reaches out and touches the film, grabbing a handful in his fingers and tearing a chunk away. He flinches, his eyes pinching shut like they do when he’s fighting off a serious bout of pain and—

Connection. I don’t know why or how but I don’t care to ask because suddenly I can feel him. I can feel Leo. I hear his thoughts, I know his fears and desires, I feel his pain.

We’re connected. For this one brief moment I know my brother better than I ever did before. I know he’s hurting. I know he’s desperate for me to leave, to go back and protect our family.

I know he wishes more than anything that he could come with me.

The sting is intensifying with each passing second. It’s like bolts of electricity jolting from one nerve to next, setting my skin on fire. I reach out and pull at the film, tearing it away as Leo was, ripping it apart as best I can amidst the throbbing of my body.

I can see beyond the screen now. Nothing but darkness. Endless. Emtpy. And suddenly I’m terrified of it.

“Go Raph!” Leo shouts at me amidst his grunts of pain, trying his damnedest to keep this barrier at bay so I can squeeze through. “Quickly! You’re out of time!”

I know. I know! Now or never. Literally. But I look up at Leo—stare at those heavy shoulders and those eyes alight with fire and determination—and I can’t help but pause. Because I feel him. And I feel something I never thought I would in his mind.

Fear.

Afraid that I’m leaving.

Afraid that I won’t.

The pain is too much. “Leo—“

“RAPHAEL!”

Mikey. That was Mikey’s voice. Hurt and scared. I suck in as deep a breath as I can and turn to my older brother. To see him. To take him in.

One last time.

“I know you don’t need me.” He says before I can open my mouth. “You never got it, Raph.” My stomach churns. “That it’s not—“

“Leo,”

“That I need—“

“Wait,”

“Remember what I told you. That night. The last thing I said. Remember it. Please… never forget it.”

“ LEO!”

I let go.

My body slips through the barrier and the pain disappears. I’m floating in the darkness, my body practically weightless.

My eyes locked on Leo.

He lets go of the film, a huff of exhaustion blowing past his lips as he looks almost shocked that I actually made it through.

He waves at me. Smiling. Tears running down his cheeks.

My heart is in my throat as part of me is suddenly panicking, clawing to go back and bring him with me. But the other half is just as desperate to get back home. Back to Sensei. Back to Casey and April.

Back to my brothers.

My skin is tingling.

Something warm washes through my body like a breeze of hot air, warming me inside and out. It’s comforting. I try to focus on it, focus on the warmth and ignore the dread. My stomach finally starts to settle as I breathe deep.

Another pain hits me, duller than before, more like the constant ache of a sore muscle. In my stomach this time. I go to reach for it, but my hand is like lead. I suck in a breath and steady myself—just like liftin’ weights—and force my hand to move. It’s slow, shaky, but does the job. I feel around my stomach—it feels different, smoother—till I come to something soft. Gauze, if I had to guess. Must be bandaged. No doubt the result of a sleepless night for—

“Raph?”

Don. I don’t need to see him to know he’s exhausted. His voice is as tired and weary as it always is when one of us is out of commission. And if he’s here, that means Mikey must be nearby.

“Raph!”

Right on cue. I can feel the others around me stir, gathering closer. Can feel Mikey squeeze my free hand tightly (can't see, but I know it’s him).

My heart feels like it’s beatin’ out of my chest, and it’s not because of the effort it’s taking to drag air into my lungs.

I’m scared. Scared to face them. After everything that’s happened… after everything I did.

“He told you not to go!”

And they don’t even know everything. They weren’t there. They didn’t see…

I should tell them. Everything. But if I do they’ll know it was me. They’ll know it was my fault. That none of this would have happened if I’d been paying attention. And I can’t handle having them look at me like that.

“You owe us for getting our brother killed!”

It feels like there’s a cinderblock on my chest. I try to speak, to tell them what happened—I swear I do—but the words just won’t come out.

“It’s okay, bro.” Mikey’s wrapping his other hand around mine and gripping tight, his voice as steady as a rock. “You’re home and safe and that’s all that matters right now.”

Mikey and his insight, I swear. “Mike…”

“We can talk when you’re feeling better.”

I’m still trying to figure out how in the hell he knew when I’m steamrolled by a headache. I flinch as I feel exhaustion overpower my senses. Still can’t open my eyes. The fatigue is growing with each passing second, and I suddenly don’t know why I’m fighting it.

“Rest, Raphael. “

Sensei’s voice is like a breath of fresh air. It feels like I haven’t heard him talk in months. Maybe I haven’t. Can’t remember… but damn it’s good to hear it now. And he sure doesn’t have to tell me twice, I don’t think it’s a minute before my body relaxes and I’m out like a light.

Last thing I remember is Sensei placing a hand on my chest and leaning in to whisper in my ear. “Yoku nemuru, my son.”

And after three months of running, I’m finally home.

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