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fizzle-faz · 8 months

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(AO3)

You often found yourself in Donnie’s lab. You aren’t sure how you kept ending up there, considering there was always shit going on all throughout the rest of the lair and whatever hell broke loose on the surface. Though at the moment, Donnie and you were the only conscious creatures under the city. Donnie’s sleeping schedule was absolute dogshit, and since you knew you’d end up not sleeping anyway, you stayed with him. Most of the time you just watched, and now was no different. He didn’t mind having you around, but would never voice such.

“Hey Dontron,” you began, staring him down as he tinkered with some invention. “You wanna play Mario Kart?” He stopped and looked up at you, confusion plastered to his features. He quickly shook any emotion from his face and went back to work.

“No. I’ve told you before, I have to finish this project.” You consistently tried to get him to stop working and just watch a cheesy horror film from the 80s, or play video games together and drink coffee, but he refused as often as you offered. He looked up again, visible annoyance growing. “And don’t try to talk me into it again. I’m not in the mood.”

You frowned, narrowing your eyes. You turned around, placing a hand dramatically on your chest. Donnie couldn’t see it, but there was a smug grin spread wide across your face.

“Oh you’re right, dear Donatello. Gaming with a master like myself could never be in store for a turtle like you. You certainly wouldn’t want to have your ass handed to you by me again now, would you?” You blinked open an eye, watching him closely out of your peripheral vision.

His eye twitched and he instantly dropped his screwdriver. He glared up at you, basically staring though your soul.

“I’m not falling for your pitiful trickery. You are the one who constantly loses and we both know it.” Donnie picked his tool back up and went back to work. What he was working on was a mystery to anyone whose IQ wasn’t ninety points north of genius.

“Mhm. You’re just terrified of losing. Some fear of yours?” Time for your favorite game: annoy the living hell out of Donnie until he plays video games with you.

“Oh? Is that what you think it is? Fine then, I’ll play your stupid game, and I won’t lose to your dumb ass either,” he retorted, storming past you. He muttered to himself in annoyance, blazing scowl prominent on his face. His feet loudly hit the concrete as he went for the door. He grabbed you by the sleeve and dragged you out of the lab, tossing you and your shit-eating grin into their “common area.” It was surprisingly comfortable for being a cement pit in a sewer, but not incredibly. You landed in the pit with a thud. A satisfied thud.

“Mhm. You’re toootally gonna beat me,” you shot back sarcastically. Donnie semi-violently tossed a controller at you. You didn’t catch it, but he was never violent enough to actually hurt you. He’s too smart for that. You came to the lair often enough to have a controller reserved as “yours.” You didn’t own it, per se, but you used it every time you played on the Switch, and only you. This was a strange, fucked-up family of ninja turtle mutants, their half alien sister, some random punk, and a rat—but it was your family now too.

“You’re always such a pain in the ass…” Donnie scoffed, grabbing his usual controller as well. He slumped down next to you as the Nintendo booted up. He huffed out an angry sigh, staring dead ahead. You both slipped the controller straps onto your wrists. They were a fun new addition, token of Raph’s Mikey-induced black eye (which then led Mikey to having a Raph-induced black eye.)

You shot him a toothy, pompous leer, which only ticked him off more. He bumped into you with his shoulder, shoving your smug ass away from him. His attention zipped back to the television the moment the game loaded. He was under no circumstances going to lose to you. You, being the smug bastard you are, crossed your legs with a flourish and sighed, your mere breath teeming with drama.

“Oh? Is that fear on you I smell? Sweet, sweet Donnie, oh what a fool you are to face me,” you crowed, leaning your back against him. You could feel his body tense at the touch, but he didn’t bother objecting to it. He rolled his eyes, attempting to focus fully on the bright screen before you. It was around the fabricated time of 4 in the morning, the only nearby lighting the TV.

You both played as your usual characters. Donnie made sure you could never unsee Rosalina being a girl boss terrifying goddess of death, and you made Donnie unable to not see Waluigi as some strange queer man who made terrible jokes with the humor of a twelve year old.

When the game was about to begin finally, the two of you stiffened, sitting with hunched over posture and rigid forms. The very millisecond you could, you both hauled ass forward, bashing ruthlessly against whatever or whoever you needed to. Which in truth was mostly each other, but still. No one was safe from your driving wrath. The intense silence in the air air was thick enough to cut, broken only by cartoony game sound affects and your harsh breaths.

You were finally able to strike a lucky block not even a second before Donnie, you managed to regain lead. His breath stopped in his throat at being shoved into second.

“Oh dude- a banana peel!? Really?” Donnie criticized I’m frustration, glowering at you for a split second.

Your heated gaming and “mature” trash talk continued for maybe another hour or two before you were both worn to the bone. The two of you had ended up laying down facing the TV, ankles overlapping each other. At some point you’d gotten cold and grabbed about a million blankets, building a small temple over and around you and Donnie. Both of you could feel your eyes drooping, your skills slowly becoming drowsy and weak.

“Hey.”

“What the hell do you want?” Donnie was exhausted, but not in the slightest less salty than before. A smug smirk grew on your face. You would turn to face the mutant, if there weren’t a massive heap of blankets covering both of you.

“I beat your sorry ass,” you taunted, sticking your tongue out. The turtle couldn’t see any of your expressions, but you could do whatever the hell you wanted. Donnie’s foot hit you in the back of the shin.

“Oh fuck you…” you could almost hear his eye roll. He yawned, causing you to yawn as well.

“No you.” A very mature response from a very mature person. You pulled a blanket over your nose. Your game had timed out by now, the screen frozen in place like a nightlight now. You could feel your eyelids beginning to fall shut.

“Ugh. I’m gonna end you one of these days,” Donnie scoffed out. He yawned again, not being able to stop it. He let his arms fall out to his sides, Nintendo controller clattering softly beside him, not even partially laced with his fingers anymore. “I hate you, you know that?”

“Mhm.” You replied sleepily. You were both moments away from sweet sweet unconsciousness. “Love you too, loser.”

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A random one shot I made at like. 5 to 7 AM. AO3 liked it so I might as well put it here as well. I have not played Mario Kart since I was six so ignore any inaccuracies.

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insomniakingdoom · 1 year

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RP Shenaningans

Ce n’est pas *encore* canon, mais c’est plannifié mdr. Je l’ai partager avec celle qui jouera Daisy et elle a pleurer. Je suis si fier de moi. | It isn’t canon *yet*, but it is planned. Shared it with the Daisy player and she cried, I’m so proud of me. _______ Waluigi regarde le plafond. Une autre nuit qu'il passera sans dormir. C'était son quotidien, il passait ses nuits à attendre le marchand de sable jusqu'à abandonné et sortir du lit pour se trouver d'autres occupations. Parfois, comme cette fois, il laisse simplement ses pensées s'entremêler. Ce n'était pas quelque chose qu'il aimait faire, il revoyait ses échecs en boucle, les moqueries qu'il subissait, les paroles blessantes. Une belle collection dans son esprit, l'une qu'il préférait taire, ignorer. Le jour, Waluigi avait de quoi s'occuper, que ce soit pas les plans loufoques qu'il concocte avec Wario ou lorsqu'il se tape l'incruste dans des évènements où il n'a pas sa place. Tout et n'importe quoi pour attirer l'attention sur lui, pour oublier. Le svelte personnage prisonnier de ses idées noires. Celles où il est obligé de réaliser que ses actions n'ont aucun sens. Il veux être apprécier, mais à défaut de ne pas le pouvoir, il se fait détester à la place. Puis il regrette. Un cycle pitoyable. Pourtant, cette série de pensées maussades s'éclaircit brusquement. Waluigi repense à Daisy, comment il était parvenu à la faire sourire aujourd'hui. Comment cette dernière lui avait dit qu'il était de bonne compagnie. Lui, celui qu'on laisse derrière, qu'on aime détester. De bonne compagnie? Il repense à son rire, ses beaux yeux bleus comme l'océan, sa voix mélodieuse qui faisait chanter son coeur. Puis, Waluigi serre le torse. Non, il ne pouvait pas se le permettre. Waluigi ne pourrait pas supporter une énième déception. Il soupire lourdement, puis poses ses mains sur son visage dans un cri étouffé. Lui qui s'était promis de l'éviter pour ne plus que ça arrive. Lui qui avait peur de se brûler à nouveau, avait laisser ce petit soleil revenir dans sa vie. Il l'aime au point que ça lui fait mal. Il aurait espérer avoir réussis à passer à autre chose. Waluigi savait qu'il ne faisait que se mentir à lui-même. Son coeur ne l'a pas oublié. Son amour pour Daisy... English translation:

Waluigi looks at the ceiling. Another night that he will spend without sleeping. It was his daily life, he spent his nights waiting for the sandman until he gave up and gets out of bed to find others things to do. Sometimes, like this time, he just lets his thoughts intertwine. It wasn't something he liked to do, he saw his failures over and over again, the teasing he suffered, the hurtful words. A beautiful collection in his mind, one he preferred to keep quiet, ignore. During the day, Waluigi had plenty to do, whether it was the crazy plans he concocts with Wario or when he self-invite in events where he didn't belong. Anything and everything to draw attention to him, to forget. The slender character prisoner of his dark thoughts. The ones where he is forced to realize that his actions are meaningless. He wants to be liked, but since he fail to, he decide to gets hated instead. Then he regrets. A pitiful cycle. However, this series of sullen thoughts suddenly cleared up. Waluigi thinks back about Daisy, how he managed to make her smile today. How the latter had told him that he was good company. Him, the one we leave behind, the one we love to hate. Being a good company? He thinks back to her laughter, her beautiful blue eyes that shine brightly like the ocean, her melodious voice that made his heart sing. Then, Waluigi squeezes his chest. No, he couldn't afford it. Waluigi could not bear yet another disappointment. He sighs heavily, then puts his hands on his face in a muffled cry. He who had promised himself to avoid it so that it wouldn't happen again. He who was afraid of getting burned again, had let this little sun come back into his life. He loves her so much that it hurts him. He wished he had managed to move on. Waluigi knew he was only lying to himself. His heart has not forgotten it. His love for Daisy...

#Waluigi RP #heartbroken #Daisy X Waluigi #Something that broke the angst for me is that I've imagine Waluigi crying Waaaah #Waluigi during the day Oh sure we can still be friend I'm so over you nw #Waluigi during the night I'm so not over her omg what have I done my life is suffering

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decepticon-nerd · 2 years

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Making my way downtown

#skyrim #the elder scrolls #dremora lord #yall im sorry #i opened my favorites menu at the perfect time and was crying laughing at the pose he was in #and then my brain put two and two together #but it was the waluigi video's voice not the original song #💀

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hecksupremechips · 2 years

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I’ve only met one real life actual gay adult once in my life. He was my math teacher when I was 16. He wasn’t open about it at all, and I’m slightly relieved he wasn’t because of where we live. Perhaps that changed after I left, but at the time, no way

He took over the new school gsa club, something that had literally no support from staff or students and was highly highly protested. Nevertheless he did and I joined it solely because I was deeply closeted and confused about myself, and because he was my absolute favorite teacher. Hardly anyone came to the club, most times I was the only one who showed at all, and I didn’t even get along with those who would come at all given how they were often there as a homophobic prank. But he raised his voice for the only time there, because if there’s one thing he wasn’t gonna take it was these asshole kids kicking down the very few queer youths in an already shitty community

Now, I had suspected he was gay for a long time. Obviously I wasn’t gonna say a goddamn word to anyone because that’s both really shitty and dangerous given how bad the stigma on queer teachers is. So I just kept it to myself and was grateful that either way there was at least one person at that place that would’ve protected kids like me. It wasn’t like it was even remotely obvious, in fact most people would definitely assume he’s straight, but I had a gut feeling and a mental gay connection akshsjks

Then one day, like the only time ppl actually came to that club and were actually good ppl, he came out to us. Just me and maybe 10 other students max, but he did. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget that moment because without that I don’t think I’d still be here honestly. It blew my fucking mind. Deadass the rest of the day (at the weekend tbh) I was shaking and on the verge of tears. Never, and still never, have I had someone in my life be gay. Be like me. And be allowed to have a job, friends, a stable life. I didn’t even know gay people could be teachers, or any casual job like that. And even though I was the closeted kid and he was the adult, I never felt more proud of anyone in my life. He said that to these kids, some of whom were naive or ill intentioned and likely would tell everyone they could, with the terrifying possibility that it would reach parents. And it did, there’s no way he didn’t face awful backlash for daring to step foot anywhere near teens as a gay man. But he did it for the kids like me who hated themselves, who were scared, who had never been protected by anyone. I was able to come out to him and feel supported, genuinely seen for once. I owe this man everything 😭

Happy pride to him 🏳️‍🌈

#the klock keeps ticking #this is deeply sappy but ive been really emotional with the news lately and just thinking about how #how fucking hard its been #im not perfect now in terms of self acceptance. hardly at all #but it was so much worse before #i dont even know how to talk about this honestly #this guys class was literally the only time i ever felt safe in any teachers classroom #because i knew he was family and that he was the only person to not put up with it #he was a bro too i painted him waluigi once and he said it was cool but he preferred luigi so i added luigi for shits #theres a lot i could say about this guy honestly #but like. hes like the closest thing to a father i ever had. which is funny cuz he wasnt even 10 years older but its true #i miss him so much i need to see if i can email him 😩#im totally not crying rn btw

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hazystars · 2 years

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waaahhhh im depressed

#kendra talks #imagine like waluigi noises not crying

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rslashrats · 1 year

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my predictions for the mario movie

they’ll have a montage of mario’s failed career paths at the start of the movie and it will include him trying to be a doctor and him and luigi trying to run a hotel

the brothers will order a stereotypical italian dish and either ask for extra mushrooms or no mushrooms. if the latter happens at the end of the movie they will order the dish again and specifically ask for mushrooms to be on it

the brothers will have a secret brother handshake

mario will be like “dont you ever wish you could do more with your life? dont you want to do something bigger” to luigi who will be like “nope not really” and then turn around and go to sleep. they sleep in the same room in different beds and the beds are color coded. one of them will snore really loud too and it will trigger my misophonia and make me violent

they will make a reference to a neglected nintendo franchise where the only three fans of said property will be in the theater with me and start whooping and hollering

either mario or bowser will get star power and look at the power surging from their hands and go “i can get used ta this”

the third act will include some sort of argument where mario leaves and princess peach and co gets captured by bowser so mario has to go back to save everyone

kamek at one point will say something like “sir, you might wanna see this…” to bowser

that tweet where the person had a nightmare that the mario movie included a bad fart joke that ends in bowser shitting on a wall will be in the movie somehow

they will have a fakeout death scene with mario after he makes a heroic sacrifice that ultimately saves the day. the characters will start crying and then a single tear will fall on mario and make him wake up

princess peach will give mario a kiss on the nose and he will turn all red and go “WAHOO” and a 1-up sound effect will play

they have a dance party at the end of the movie with an early 2010’s pop song playing

there will be an after credits scene that alludes to a sequel where wario and waluigi’s hats appear on screen for a single second

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yurizonofanfics · 1 year

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Jealous luigi headcannons pls🙏🙏🙏🙏

Oh, I am so glad you asked. I’m adding Waluigi to this even though he wasn’t in the film because it’s kind of a scenario I’ve been rolling around in my head.

Pre-relationship Luigi is really jealous once he starts to have feelings for you. He’s pretty oblivious to the fact that you have feelings for him too, he just thinks you’re being friendly to him the same way you’re friendly to everyone else. Which makes him jealous of everyone else. He doesn’t make it obvious, but he side eyes every interaction you have with your friends and overanalyzes it and makes assumptions. He actually feels really bad about it because he knows it’s a little irrational.

It keeps him up at night thinking about how you might have feelings for someone else and at one point he can’t take it anymore, so he wakes up Mario and just straight up asks him if he has feelings for you.

“What on earth are you on about?!” is Mario’s response. “Go back to bed.” Which doesn’t relieve Luigi’s anxiety about the situation, so Mario has to spell it out to him that you’re head over heels in love with him and it’s completely obvious to everyone but him.

Luigi has some insecurities and doesn’t believe that you could love somebody as completely average as him when you’re surrounded by incredible people like Mario, Peach, and Donkey Kong.

He won’t act on his feelings until a certain something happens, and that certain something being Waluigi giving you a rose and making you blush. It infuriates Luigi and breaks his heart because he’s horribly jealous and thinks that you like some scumbag like Waluigi more than him. Even then, the most that Luigi does is cry about it at home, which Mario catches him doing. Then Mario organizes an intervention of sorts so that you and Luigi can finally talk and confess your feelings for each other.

Once you’re together, Luigi doesn’t get jealous nearly as much. The two of you are very secure in your relationship because you absolutely adore each other, although he still can’t stand Waluigi being around you.

Luigi will get jealous if he thinks someone is flirting with you and he will pick a fight with them, and he doesn’t care if they’re three times his size, like Spike. He can and will throw down for you.

#super mario #luigi x reader #luigi imagine #luigi headcanons #bear writings

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asmosmainhoe · 4 months

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The brothers playing Mario Party

Notes: I am back home and got some fresh and nice headcanons!❤

Gender: neutral

Warnings: heavy language

Lucifer

It takes a looooot of convincing and bribing to get him to play that with you

He has no favorite character. Just press of shuffle and get it over with

After a couple of mini games he becomes slightly competitive. The ones that require a good memory or anything with math or numbers are totally his thing

Whenever he wins those games and you glance over in a stealthy way you can see him shake his fist in victory. Don't let him catch you though otherwise he will be moody and broody throughout the entire game to proof that he in fact does not enjoy it (he does)

At one point he is extremely close to the last star like it's right infront of him, but a computer snatches away, because they threw a higher number. And that's its for him. There is no way he will pick up the game ever again

"This game is an insult and I shall not tolerate such disrespect. Why should I waste my precious time with something that is purely based on luck and no skill at all?"

Then watch him win due to the bonus stars and all of a sudden it was all skill, baby

Mammon

No one stands a chance against him when it comes to the coin mini games and he's also either on first or second place with the others just to get more money

The only problem is that he spends it all on items by the time he reaches a star

"What do ya mean I can't buy it?! Give me the star dammit!"

And then when he actually can buy a star he either switches positions with another character or gets teleported onto the complete other side of the map

I feel like he would choose Waluigi as a character and you give him a weird look for that

"What? He has long arms! I gotta swoop away the money somehow!"

Everytime he wins a mini-game or it's his turn he imitates Waluigi

Leviathan

He's a Mario Party god

You and the brothers have to unite to genuinely have a chance of winning the game and Levi doesn't know how to feel about it. On one hand he's offended that everyone is ganging up on him, but on the other it rubs his ego the right way

But he's the worst when it comes to explaining the controls to the others. Levi is the type to just throw you into it and give you half-explanations during the most heated moments

"How do I jump?"

"With the button!"

"What button?!"

"Don't worry, you died anyways."

"YOU FUCKING ASS WIPE, NEXT TIME ANSWER MY GODDAMN QUESTION-"

If anyone steals Yoshi away from him he will cry

And if you choose Mario he will make fun of you

Satan

It brings out the worst in him. Just leave him alone and nothing will happen to you

Mammon once made the mistake to steal a star from him and Levi had to buy a new controller the same day

The way he gangs up on Lucifer. Even when the first-born isn't on the first or second place he will always choose him to either steal from or play a 1v1 game

"You do realize that you gain nothing by bullying me, right?"

"Wrong. I gain everything I could ever ask for."

He's pretty bad in the mini-games that require a lot of button mashing or evading objects or where you have to stay on a platform for as long as possible

What usually happens with the latter is that he accidently runs off it the moment the game starts

If someone wrongs him once he will make sure that the person does not win no matter what it costs

Daisy is his go-to character honestly. She seems so feisty in his eyes

Asmodeus

He's surprisingly great at the game! His reflexes and precision almost match Levi's in many mini games

But Asmo is always the last one who wants to move on from the training

"Come on, Asmo! It's been forever!"

"Don't stress me!"

The amount of swearing this man does during the game comes to such a surprise for you all. Especially when he's super into a mini game or something like that

Like that one time when Lucifer stole something away from right under Asmo's nose

"You fucking bitch."

The first-born was too stun locked by that otherwise he would have let hellfire rain down on his brother

Asmo immediately fell in love with Peach and Toadette and he takes turn in playing with them depending which Mario Party you guys are playing

Beelzebub

The only one who's here for the fun bonding time with his family. He loves seeing everyone sit together and playing something even if they're all murdering each other over it

Just like Asmo he's doing fairly good with the difference that Beel's luck is unmatched. No one knows how or why, but he somehow always lands on the best spots on the map

When he's the last one standing during team games he gets so stressed out that he becomes like Satan and just walks off the map or something

"You got this, Beel."

No, he doesn't. Why are you making him so nervous?

Someone always has to take over his controller when it comes to button mashing games. There are way too many controllers that got broken by him, because he pressed too hard

He likes playing as Toad or Donkey Kong

Belphegor

Unhinged

One thing about him is that he doesn't play to win. He plays to fuck with everyone. There is no sense or strategy. Only fuckery

Depending on who is on his team during these type of games he will sabotage it on purpose and is all in all backstabbing everyone left and right

He's very dedicated on bullying either Lucifer or Mammon, but Asmo also isn't safe. It's just so funny to hear him screech and curse like a sailor

The bullying is balanced and fair though, but he sometimes does pick out a specific victim like if Levi wins too many rounds then he will decide to make his life miserable for the next couple ones

He chooses Yoshi from time to time to make Levi cry. Other than that he thinks that Birdo looks cool, but he usually goes for villainous looking characters to really bring up the spirit

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Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me luci #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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kevcanwait · 2 months

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𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭...

Waah!: The boys reaction to realizing they yelled at you when you have past trauma with yelling.

Ya-hoo!: Mn in this had a "Military" childhood, Dad treated him like a soldier and was always yelling at him whether it be commands or verbal abuse.

Yay!: Is it obvious what I'm using to label the start of my fics? lol. Anyway, Waah! is the summary. Ya-hoo! is a brief explanation or backstory, and Yay! is authors note. I need a fourth character noise for Warnings...Oh yeah! will by warnings. (Also, if you haven't got it yet, Waluigi, Mario, Peach, Luigi)

Oh Yeah!: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Trauma Triggers, The boys are unintentional dicks, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, mentions of Blood, British Cigarette slur in Changbin's,

𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷 (598 Words)

The door of your apartment slammed shut, making you jump. He knows to not slam doors but you put aside your slight annoyance for him forgetting when you hear him muttering. You shuffle out of your room and head to the living room where you can hear the mutters more clearly. Something about a missing track and being behind a day since they had to re-record some lines.

"Hey, Channie..." You said softly as you gently crossed your arms. You may be a strong tall boy (tm) now but Chan was starting to scare you a bit. "I-I got us food...Wasn't sure what your wanted but I got your fav-" "Mn, Just shut the fuck up!" He yelled, turning towards you. "I saw the damn food but if you payed attention to your damn phone, you would've known that I ate with the boys." "Ch-Chan...Stop. Now." Your voice wavered as your eyes began to water. "Who are you to tell me to stop?!"

The phrase made you flinch, the flash of your father about to hit you after you told him to stop yelling at your siblings made you stumble back into the wall, bumping into the side table, knocking over a vase that shatters as you slid down the wall, your hands coming up to cover your head as you beg your father to not hurt you.

The moment "Appa, No, please!" left your mouth, Chan's anger and stress from the day immediately went out the window when he realized what just happened. "Shit, Shit, Mn, I'm sorry." He swore he'd never raise his voice and seeing you like this, curled against the wall shaking, crushed his heart. "Mn, hey, jagi, can you hear me?" A sob is all he gets in reply and he sighs as tears build up in his eyes. His eyes catch the glass around your leg and he notices that you landed on some of the pieces, a few small blood patches on your sweats. He knows he needs to be gentle but he can't let them get worse as he kneels in front of you to try and move you off and away from the glass. You fight against him, your hands trying to help you crawl away but your right ends up in the glass and you cry in pain this time. "Ah, shit." Your eyes snap open to first see your hand, then the glass around you. "I-I'm sorry, I-I'll clean this up." You go to stand but Chan stops you. "No, No, N/n, let's patch you up first." "B-But I-I have to clean with the wounds...t-to be tougher." "Mn, babe, look at me." You do so slowly and finally meet his teary gaze. "Ch-Channie..." A new set of tears fall and Chan scoops you up the best he can to get you away from the mess.

"I'm so sorry, N/n. I didn't mean to yell at you, I know better, I shouldn't have taken my stress of the day out on you, I am unbelievably sorry." His hug was tight as he cried into your shoulder. "I promise I won't do that again, I promise to be more aware of how I'm feeling. I'll make it up to you, I'm sorry." You shake in his hold but slowly you melt into him, his faint cologne and tight grip calming you down as you wrap your arms around him as well. Although your leg and palm stung, you were grounded enough to know that both of you were comforting one another in that moment.

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 (950 Words)

Minho asked you a few days ago if you could meet him at his place so the two of you could finally spend time together after what felt like an eternity since the last time you saw each other.

You arrived a few minutes before him and hastily set out the food you brought, homemade from your sibling you visited a day prior. His cats surrounded you, watching you curiously as you get the food out. When you were done, you smiled at the cats before making your way into the living room and sat on the floor, Soonie crawled into your lap as Dori sat in front of you and Doongi was happily purring next to Dori as you pat his head and scratch his chin. Pausing your pets on the cat in your lap, you pull your phone out of your pocket to see if there's any updates from Minho. Five minutes ago is a message saying he's almost there and Fifteen minutes ago is a message asking if you could feed the babies for him. You're quick to remove Soonie from your lap and stand up, gathering their dishes and food when the door opens but you jump when it slams shut.

"Mn?" His tone was firm and you felt a little scared but kept in mind that he just came from either the studio or the dorms, he must've not had a good day. "In here!" You call out. "I brought my siblings home made Kimbap and Pajeon for dinner. I also picked up-" "Where's their food?" "O-Oh, it's right here." You smile gently when he reaches your line of sight. "I'm just filling Dori's-" "I sent that twenty minutes ago." "I-I know, and I have the bowls right here, just give me-" "Why didn't you do it when I texted you?" "M-Min, it's not a big deal. Look, I have their bowls." "Not a big deal? You're starving them." "Oh come on, Minnie, you're being overdramatic."

You kneel down and set the bowls near the cats before standing up and turning towards your boyfriend. "See? Now they're fed." You sassed, going to walk past him to go to your food when he blocked your path. "Minho, what is wrong with you?" You snapped. He suddenly grabbed your wrists and you whimpered at the tightness. The backbone you gained over time from your childhood was suddenly out the window as fear crept up your spine. "O-Ow, Min, you're hurting me." "I don't care. I asked you to do one simple task and you blew it off."

Tears gathered in your eyes as your thrown back to the one night you didn't do the dishes, too busy trying to finish an important, grade-on-the-line school project, and your dad came home to see the half filled sink. He had grabbed you, dragging you into the kitchen. You complained that he was hurting you and that phrase was uttered before he threw you in front of the sink, you had a bruise on your side for a week.

The tears finally fell as you squeezed your eyes shut. "M-Minho, please stop, I'm sorry I didn't feed them earlier." "Why are you crying? There's no need to be crying, you don't have a reason to cry." He shoved you backwards and you stumble into Soonie's food bowl, spilling his food as he jumps away as another memory flashes, your father said the same thing when you cried after seeing him shove your mother to the ground. You whimper quietly, stuttering as you shrink in on yourself. "I'm sorry, Appa, I'll do better, I'm sorry." Your eyes open to see the food at your feet and you silently kneel down onto both of your knees to clean your mess.

Minho was frozen, mulling over his thoughts before he sighs. He realized what happened, the night prior he slept at the dorms and was so happy he'll get to see you the next day but he had woken up with a nasty headache, fighting through the slight throb in his temples at practice and at the studio. This was his fault, twenty minutes really wasn't a big deal to get mad over but he was tired, annoyed, and in pain, he just wanted you and his babies and when he saw them without food, he just broke. He sighs as he gets on the floor with you, picking up the food with you. When all of it was back in the bowl, you suddenly picked it up and hastily walked back to the kitchen.

Minho's eyes followed you, watching you dump the bowl before pouring new food back into it. "Mn-ie..." He stood when you came back in. A gentle hand on your bicep, he takes the bowl, setting it down for the mewling cat at his feet before placing his other hand on your other arm to turn you towards him. "Jagiya, I'm sorry." He bends his knees to try and look at your eyes, tears gathering but not falling. He sighs again, standing up straight and wrapping his arms around you. He didn't say anything, he just cradled you, rubbing your back as you let the tears fall and soak his hoodie. You could tell he felt bad, gentle kisses placed on the top of your head and a couple on your cheek or hoodie-clad shoulder while he swayed the both of you gently. You take a step to try and push yourself further into his hold, wrapping your arms around his middle and his arms tighten around you. "I love you, Mn...I'm sorry." You sob into his shoulder, burying your face further into his shoulder. "L-Love you, M-Min..."

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷 (635 Words)

You knew Changbin had a bad gym day and you did everything to cheer him up and make him feel better. You made him your noodle recipe from your mom that he absolutely loves, you drew him a warm bath when he texted a small ‘Almost home’. You sent him a quick message saying you love him and can't wait to see him but he didn't reply. Today must've been really bad, hopefully your little set up in your dining room will make him happy.

When Changbin came home, you smiled, finishing up dinner before walking out of the kitchen to greet your boyfriend, but as soon as you reached the entryway of your home, the air shifted and you realized that your Binnie was in a really bad mood as you made your way to the front door. “Hey, Bin.” “Hey.” “I, um, I drew you a bath…a-and I made your favorite recipe from my mom for dinner. It's ready when you finish your bath.” “Thanks.”

You wring your hands together before taking a stuttery inhale. “Y-You okay, Bin? I-Is there anything I can do…for you?” “No, you can't do anything.” “Excuse me?” “You can't do anything.” “Binnie, you don't mean that.” You give a weary smile and hesitant chuckle. “You just might be stressed and tired-” “Now you're suddenly aware of how I’m feeling? How would you know how I’m feeling?” “Bin-” “Stop, just stop.”

He shoves past you, his built shoulder shoving you into the wall and your left hand lands on the wall to stop yourself from colliding with the wall as you turn and watch Changbin walk away. “Bin, hey-” “I just told you to stop! Like I said, you can't do anything, you can't even listen properly.” His voice was rising the more he spoke and he turned back to you, taking slow steps towards you.

“Changbin, stop taking to me like that.” Your eyes grew glossy as you tried to hold in your tears. “Why are you crying? You're so pathetic.” “Changbin!” “Don't yell at me, you don't have a reason to yell at me!” Suddenly he's grabbing your arm and pulling you from the front door entryway to push you into the livingroom. Unfortunately, you managed to trip over the corner of your rug and you landed on your side at the same time your head connected to the side of the coffee table. You yelp in pain, feeling as if you were fifteen again when your dad found out you had a boyfriend, furious that his son was a ‘Weak Fag’ and ‘pathetic’ as you collided with the wall next to the television.

The tears fell and you let out a sob as your head pounded. You reach up to your temple and pull your hand back to find some blood, looking back up to see Changbin still standing there, staring, still angry as if he didn't realize what he just did.

You got up with shaky legs and ran to the bathroom, aiming to patch your wound but the first thing you do is slide down the door with a sob and pull your phone out, calling the first contact that you manage to navigate to. Meanwhile, Changbin tossed his hands up when you ran to the bathroom, amused that you ran away from him, still not aware of what just happened.

A few minutes later, the still unlocked front door was pushed open and he got a small glimpse of Felix rushing to the bathroom before Chan was slamming the door closed and pushing Changbin against the wall. “What the fuck-” “What is wrong with you?!” “What?” “You know he has abuse trauma, why the fuck did you do it?” “What do you mean?” Suddenly, Chan slaps him, and gestures to the room. “Look around, Changbin.” There's a few blood droplets next to the coffee table, staining your messed up rug from when you tripped, Felix trying to get you to open the bathroom door, and on the dining table were dishes ready for dinner. What really brought Changbin to reality was the number two balloon and what looked like a custom banner saying “I love you, Binnie, Happy Two Years.”

Fuck

Your guy's anniversary…

(I'm ending his here but if a pt.2/continuation is wanted, I'll get it to you :)...)

𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 (1083 words)

With the couple years you guys have been together, you had finally gained courage to suggest that Hyunjin moved in with you. Not like move in physically, he still lives with the boys at the dorm, I mean you let him claim your guest room to be another art studio for him. It was already your own little work space but you donated the bed, cleaned it up, reorganized, and got new furniture to surprise him with it for your one year anniversary.

Now, most of your home is covered in paintings that he's made. Either permanently or just to get it out of the room. He was with the boys when you were cleaning around, your last room of the day being the studio. You didn't do much, knowing how Hyunjin likes his things where he puts them, the most you did was put blank canvases together in the corner and put things back where you knew they belonged and knew your boy wasn't using the item anymore.

You were moving to your side of the studio when your foot slips slightly and you notice a brush of his. It was still usable but the handle was messy and slight warn and the bristles were beginning to fray. Looking at his desk, you see the other brushes which seem to be in the same state. You didn't think about it to much before smiling, biting your lip to keep the grin from spreading too wide before making your way to a set of drawers next to your desk, a collective catch all and your lucky that he's never opened the bottom drawer which contains new brushes. Black handles with a gold metal holding clean brown bristles, custom made with a little engravings on them. "Forever my prince" and "Hwang No.1". You've had them for a while, waiting for the right moment to give them since whenever you brought up the topic, he'd say the ones he has are still useful but it wasn't about just replacing his brushes, one of the brushes engravings was "Ln Hyunjin." You finally were going to propose.

You collected the old brushes and moved them to the long drawer on your desk to hide them, throw them away later. You then got an unoccupied small white vase and placed the brushes in like a bouquet before writing and small note, a simple 'Just because gift ~Mn <3' that you place next to the vase. You would've given them physically but you had some errands to run with your sibling, that's why you were cleaning, killing time.

After running errands, you came back and heard small muttering in the studio, smiling when you see his shoes before it falls when you see the slight disarray your living room was in. "Damn it, Mn, what did you do with them?" You heard him huff. What did you do? Walking down the hall, you see a few of your new brushes for him and your chest grows tight. "Jinnie?" "Mn! Where are my brushes?" "D-Didn't you see I got you new ones?" "I didn't need new ones, Mn! The ones I had are ones I'm use to." "So because you didn't want to try out the ones I bought you, you throw them on the floor?" "Mn, I didn't need new ones to begin with! If you listened to me, I wouldn't be yelling at you!"

"If you listened to me, I wouldn't have to punish you!" Your dad yelled a day after he said "Listen closely, you don't say a word about what I did to mom, I won't punish you for not cleaning the truck like I told you to do." The same day you gave in and begged your teacher that day at school to help save your family. You just wanted away from that man, you didn't want to be near him anymore but when the cops showed up, he lied, and when they left, let's just say you missed a week of school due to some bruises and your father didn't want to get caught. That's when you realized he only cared about himself and how people see him.

"I-I'm sorry...Y-You always get m-me gifts, I-I was just returning th-the favor..." "Well, you didn't have to. Now where are they?" "I-In m-my desk..." You suddenly felt like a little boy again, you felt small, confined, trapped. You wipe at your eyes with the bottom of your palm, sniffing as you watch him kick the other brushes away. "J-Jin?" "What?" He snapped. "I-I'm sorry, J-Jin-nim, I'm sorry." Chocking back a sob, you step back and run out of the room. "Jin-nim?" Hyunjin mutters to himself confused before his eyes widen, looking at the brushes before the ones in his hands clatter to the floor and he's chasing after you. You were forced to call your father Mister Jin.

Your shoes were missing and your front door was open. "Shit." He quickly slid his shoes on before running out the door. He could see you not that far away as he was quick to catch up to you, wrapping his arms around you to stop you from walking farther. "Mn, Muse, hold on." He turned you around to face him, a hand on the side of your face to gently guide your gaze up to him. "Mn, I'm sorry." "What?" You blinked a couple times before you realized it was Jin. Your Jin. "Hyunjin?" "Yeah, it's okay. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to yell, I didn't mean to get rational, I-I don't know what came over me, I should've just asked." "Y-You didn't even see the brushes...Did you?" "N-Not really...I-I really am sorry."

You reach a hand up to his, leaning into his touch before you remove his hand and walk back home. When you return, to pull him to the studio, picking up the fan brush with his name. "This is your last name." "I know." You pull him further into the studio but he stops to look at the other brushes as you move to your desk drawer, reaching to the back to pull out a ring.

You turn around, admiring Hyunjin for a moment before walking over to him, placing a gentle hand on his elbow to get him to look at you before smiling when his eye catches the ring instead. "Mn..." "I know you...just yelled at me and I have so many problems but...be mine?"

Got carried away with Hyunjin's but I'm a writer who loves details but sorry this took so long. Ended up making this two parts cause I didn't know what to do for the maknae's cause my brain thinks they're too precious to hurt someone but I will think of something. For now, I hope you...enjoyed? It's kinda weird to say I hope you enjoyed this since it's a trauma fic 😬 N E WAYS, I just hope it's okay.

Tagging @lakee-jakee and @belladonna6-6-6 who commented on the original post of me asking if anyone wanted this. It do finally be done :)

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