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Yandere Brother Pt 3

Tw: suffocating unbearable love, violence, general yandere, female reader shenanigans, infantilization, and of course incest. also christmas

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Caught the Covid fuk now i cant leave my bed im so damn sick and pukey all the time, i dont fuckin know where my roommate is but at least they're not here to get infected, feeling like a busted up rustbucket rn

So this was originally written last year, couldnt find what else to write but this christmas time is perfect, so like dont mind the shoehorning of Christmas somewhere in this fic

You're having your summer break and you plan to pick up on a new hobby. Crocheting, perhaps.

Fuck, your brother picked up your search history from his spyware. Now you're left to deal with $1000 worth of wonderful quality crocheting materials and your big brother being your personal crocheting mentor.

This is where it gets frustrating. Yes, if you have the resources, you would enjoy your hobbies more. But, just like... What if you didn't like crocheting in the end? You're stuck with all these.

It happens to every single potential hobby. Stamp collecting? Your big brother will bid to the death for an extremely rare stamp from the 1900. You're not even fucking collecting the stamps, the stamp book already comes arranged with all the stamps ever produced. A collection that would only give a hardcore stamp collector an instant orgasm upon sniffing it.

Nail art? Where the hell should you keep all the acrylic powders, fake nails, drills and drill bits? Not to mention the dizzying numbers of nail polishes, nail brushes, nail stickers and cuticle sticks. Of course, your big brother is going to hire a professional nail artist to make sure you're practicing your hobby safely while he's learning how to do it himself, so he could replace your mentor too. He would become so skilled that he could qualify to open up a 5 star nail salon. But he's not interested unless you are.

Painting? you absolutely do NOT need all of those tubes of paint. The difference in shades for some of them are so small that you mistook it for the same colour. You would have a headache choosing the right type of paper, right type of primer and right type of fixative to use.

Are you having troubles on painting? Let big brother teach you. You would sit on his lap as he guide your hands across the canvas. Don't you think his warm hand enveloping yours feel nice? Doesn't his free hand feels nice sensually rubbing your thigh? Don't you just feel protected in his hold?

Makeup? Same situation with your nail hobby. You're essentially being babied by him and experienced celebrity makeup artists, you would drown in a mountain of eyeshadow palettes, primers, setting sprays, skin care products, anything and everything related to makeup.

Every instrument ever? Big brother would insist lovingly providing all the music lessons you need. He is a musical prodigy after all. If it's something ridiculously obscure like a Glass Armonica or the Theremin, big brother would master it in a couple of weeks, earn a fucking pHD in it and THEN teach you. No instrument is too expensive or hard for him. Your big brother is crossing his fingers HARD for you to have this hobby.

Chess? Oh, he is also a prodigy in it. He could teach you. Your chess pieces would be custom made to your liking, by the way. It would be the perfect density, perfect size, perfect texture for you. He knows what you like and you hate that.

Sports? Take a look at his "achievement room". It's filled to the brim with golden medals and trophies of every sport competition ever. He's not leaving you alone for this one.

Pottery? Welcome to your very own personal pottery studio, furnished with all types of drying racks, ovens, kilns, turntables and equipments you have never heard of. Big brother is always there to supervise you, making sure there won't be any accidents.

Cooking and baking? You get to have an industrial sized kitchen all for yourself. Everything is decorated such that it looks like you would be on television, starring in a cooking show. You don't need to clean anything, or prep anything, or actually do anything, really. There's a team of professional chefs and assistants to do everything for you. They're paid to cheer and clap and celebrate when you pour cake batter into a pan.

Gardening? Well, there's a massive plot of fertile land for you to garden to your heart's content at the house he bought as your 18th birthday gift. If you want a big project, it will be done overnight. You wouldn't hear the gigantic machineries and vehicles tumbling about due to the soundproof walls he installed. No one would be able to hear you both either, doing god-knows-what inside.

Video games? Your big brother personally do not encourage you to pursue this. But... Nonetheless, he would spoil you rotten with all the latest gaming consoles, limited edition merchandises, pre release copies of your favorite game franchises and whatever your gamer heart desires. All at a hefty price of... Daily cuddles and kisses. And you also have to move in with him. And he gets to decide what game you're playing, if he deems it a "bad influence"? It is not staying in his house.

You rather not.

Nothing is fun because the fun parts are already done for you. You don't get to experience the highs and lows of picking up a hobby, you don't get to explore and experiment. You're literally cursed with luxury.

So imagine your boredom, stress and paranoia during summer break. All your friends are spies for your brother, your hobbies aren't even "yours", leaving your house would inevitably lead you to your brother and all digital footprints are heavily scrutinized by him too. No privacy, no autonomy, all monotony.

You juggled three smartphones at once. Throwing one up in the air, catching the other one with your dominant hand, throwing the last to your other hand. Who gives a damn if one, or all of them breaks? It's riddled with spyware and your big brother would buy you every time a new model is released anyways. Which is... A new phone, a month?

You stopped caring where he gets the money. Obviously he has an assload and can afford to wipe his ass with thousand dollar bills regularly.

It's summer break. One last resort to try and spend your time like a regular ol teenager is taking up a part time summer job. There is a wide variety of jobs to choose from with your qualification. Granted, it's minimum wage and mostly customer service.

If you work as a barista, the cafe or juice bar you'll be working at will LOVE the crap out of you.

Your older brother will visit daily and increase their sales tenfold. Of course, he would pick the drinks that you like doing. It's okay if you fucked up, its only your beloved big brother's order, you can add as much sugar, salt, pepper, cyanide as you want. He will never yell at you, never tell you that you made anything wrong or never even die.

The management will suddenly see a surge in daily customer count. Thanks to big brother's networking. And like him, they also will accept anything you make with no complaint... As per his instructions. You could go full on ridiculous and give them a cup of ice drizzled with strawberry scented dish soap and call it Tutti Frutti, they would still pay for it and take it with them. Though, you're not sure if they ever consumed anything from you.

Without fail, your brother would visit you during every break and hand you your meal along with a kiss on the forehead or the cheek. He would bring you out to eat but you would refuse everytime. You also didn't want his company, which made him pout and whine without fail. But it's nice that he would actually back off after the sixth "no".

However, you know that fucker is watching you from a hidden camera somewhere in the nooks and crannies of whatever breakroom you're resting in.

He would engulf you in a big hug when you get off work, telling you how proud he is of you for getting through another workday like a champ. Praising you for all the hard work and excellent performance, making sure to soothe and comfort you if you happen to come across a rude customer earlier in the day.

You try not to think too much about their fate.

You will be fed, bathed and loved after every shift.

Hell, he would even build up a company from scratch just to hire you. Any position you want, barista, manager, cashier, back office work, janitor- you name it, you get the "job" and get paid a pretty penny. All your other coworkers and customers are probably paid actors and actresses to simulate a "real life working experience" safely. He controls it all, making sure you have just the right amount of drama, the right amount of diplomacy and the right amount of gossiping. You're rarely pushed out of your comfort zone, though. Big brother always has your safety and best interests at heart.

Of course, he will never tell you all of this, to keep the immersion going. You're going to feel sad that you're not exactly experiencing reality. But a bastardization of it. Might as well star in a trashy reality TV show instead, at least, it's much more authentic than whatever your big brother has going on for you.

He doesn't need to even tell you though. You would pick it up easily and quickly especially if you already watched the Truman Show. Don't tell him you did, god help you if he ever gets an inkling that you knew about the existence of the Truman Show. He deemed that movie as demonic propaganda and he needs to lecture some sense into you. If you want out, just say that you're 'bored' and want to do something else. Your big brother will gladly drop everything and do anything in his power to help you "achieve" what you want.

But for the sake of "plot" in this latest installment, you agreed to work in a quaint little bubble tea stall. Where you're the only employee, making drinks for whoever is ordering in front of the shop's decorated window.

Of course, your big brother miraculously happens to work in a nearby skyscraper as one does. It's not that you didn't do your research, you were a hundred percent certain he didn't work in that building, because that fucker never goes to work... At least, physically. Perhaps he does his job, whatever that may be, through online means.

You were planning to use your bicycle to get there that you got yourself with "your" money. He never bought you a car or a bike or anything that would get you around, he saw it as something unnecessary. Why would you need it when big brother is available 24/7 to bring you anywhere?

Actually, you could have gotten yourself a car with the allowance he gives you every day for being cute and adorable, and being patient with his incessant kisses and hugs and cuddles and love and touches and his fucking insanity in general.

But you know that he's going to kick up a massive fuss about driving alone. It was hell to even get your license with him actively trying to sabotage you at every exam- which includes him stooping so low to bribe the examiner to fail you. However, you persevered, and you got that stupid license. All the while, he was lamenting about how you're going to leave him all alone, how you don't need big brother anymore, how society pressured you to grow up too fast and recklessly drive off wherever.

You knew better than to fall for that. Or even entertain it either. Eventually, he gave up trying to guilt trip you into crying, apologizing to him and sobbing in his arms, promising that you won't leave him.

It's not like he DIDN'T kick up a fuss when you said you're using a bicycle either. He began freaking out about your safety, fearing that you might get run over.

Well. You admitted defeat. He's driving you to fucking work and back. It's not worth it to fight this battle.

So you began working in the stall. You had someone train you for your first 2 weeks. Then you were on your own.

The owner, who is also the person who showed you the ropes around there, said business isn't good, but it isn't bad either. So you didn't need to worry about rush hour where hoards of thirsty, sleep deprived office workers trample over each other to get their daily boba fix. It's pretty peaceful working there.

But what you do need to worry about, is your fucking big brother.

He would come and buy a drink, whichever you like to make. It can be the most expensive one, or the cheapest one, the most elaborate one or the simplest one. It's up to you, he will pay for it and happily drink what you made.

You could make him pay for the most expensive drink there is but serve him a cup of lukewarm water, and he would still drink it with glee and fork over his money, telling you to keep the change (which is usually a hundred bucks extra).

Let's say you want to be decent and make him drink that you know he would actually like. Which is anything that tastes generally fruity. And insist that you like making it even though it actually sucks.

He knows. He can tell that you're specially making his favourite drink. And that makes him happy and more obsessed with you if that's even possible at this point.

He would leave a massive tip and a kiss on your forehead.

Although your brother is fucking gross and weird like that, you still love him. Probably a bad idea but you're working so hard, trying your best to earn money honestly just to get him a Christmas gift.

Despite the restraining order between your parents and him, your brother is still invited back home each year to be jolly together. Preparations start a few days before Christmas, where you would see an unusual sight.

All of your immediate family members in the same room, or at least in the same house together without fighting to the death. Your dad's bones are intact, your mom didn't have her insecurities jabbed on for once. They're not exactly on speaking terms, per se.

You woke up one morning to see an... appropriate sized tree for your parent's house, erected in the middle of the living room. Adorned with beautiful ornaments and... are those pictures of you on the ornaments?

Wrapped presents were patiently sitting under the tree. There was a small box with your father's name on its tag, another small one with your mother's name on it. A decent sized box was addressed to your brother, must be a combined present from your parents.

Your shoulders sagged in defeat when you saw your presents took up the perimeter of the tree and even conquered the couch, the back of the couch and under the coffee table. You lost count after gift box #27.

Since everyone is in the kitchen, you quickly place the presents you got for your parents... and your brother.

You panned to the fireplace. Your Christmas stocking is filled so much to the brim that your brother must have added 5 more next to your original one. Your parents' and your brother's stockings are relatively empty. You stuffed them with candies and nuts to make them look less embarrassing.

You straightened your back, that should do it. Your ears perked up when you heard some clamoring in the kitchen. It must be your brother.

You let out a surprised yelp when you're yanked back by a pair of arms that snuck around your waist. "Merry Christmas, my little wittle precious baby!" You squeezed your eyes shut and scrunched your face as he attacked you with a barrage of kisses.

He giggled and squealed as he held you in his arms and twirled you around in glee. You let out a scream of horror as your feet dangle off the ground. He does this every Christmas morning when you were a child to wake you up further and get you excited for the holiday. But you're not a kid anymore, and this is horrifying.

Finally, he stopped and put you down. Your hair is frazzled and the world around you is gyrating. He squeezed you in another hug and gently rocked you side to side.

He immediately unlatched when you said you're hungry. Your big brother gleefully lead you to the dining table, where he fixes up a napkin around your neck like a bib. You asked him why is he tying a ribbon on your hair, he said that you are his Christmas present and he is spoiling himself this year.

Before you could respond, he gave you a brief peck on the head before frolicking away into the kitchen.

Your parents came out of the kitchen, greeting you. They're holding a tray full of steaming hot breakfast foods, no doubt your brother forced them to make it for you. Every Christmas generated a metric ton of leftovers. It's because your brother wanted you to try all of the foods from all over the world. But don't worry though, the leftovers could be so intact that it was given out to neighbors and friends and extended families. Some didn't even need to cook after that, the sheer amount of leftovers was enough to fuel ten more Christmas gatherings.

Croissants, quiches, various types of bread, eggs, ham, bacon even panettone made from scratch. Looking at the spread in front of you is dizzying, your big brother sets down the last plate right between your hands. It's a breakfast plate your brother customized to fit your usual preference, everything is shaped into a heart. He patted your head as he took a seat next to you.

Everyone ate in silence. Everyone was focusing on their own meal except... your brother. Who else would rather stare at you adoringly instead?

He asked if you wanted to go make snowmen outside. Not without proper winter protection, that is. You shrugged, it's not like you could escape your family anyway. Your friends are all busy with their own families, and you don't even have friends. Everything is closed and if you lock yourself in your room, your brother will just pick the fucking lock and force his way in.

Your parents tried making small talk, this earned a feral glare from your brother because it interrupted the connection between the both of you. They paid him no mind and began asking about your life. You tiredly replied to their questions and asked some back yourself, to try to find any sense of normalcy. Your brother would be disengaged with the words coming out of your parents mouth, but highly interested in what you had to say.

The rest of the morning went by uneventfully. You offered to help clear the table and do the dishes. Your brother just 'aww'd at you and gave you an appreciative kiss on your forehead. That wasn't an explicit yes, he appreciated the gesture, but he wouldn't allow you to dirty your hands doing chores.

He told you to wait for him to clean up. In the mean time, he gave you permission to open some of the gifts he got you. Frankly, you don't even want to deal with it at all, it's just too much crap. You decided to go through the stockings instead and grab some snacks for yourself.

As expected, he filled it with the most expensive treats and the freshest oranges. These types of foods are usually served in a formal setting, like eating gold crusted caviar at a 10 star restaurant, all dressed up in fancy clothes. But he just... shoved it in a Christmas stocking as if they're mundane chocolates.

Whatever, you shoved some into your pockets.

You turned around to see your brother smiling lovingly at you. He wrapped a puffer jacket around you, his scarf with his cologne on it, a pair of thick mittens on your hands , a winter hat snuggly fitted to your head, and a pair of thick pants he made you wear in front of him.

He picked one of your numerous christmas presents and handed it to you. He clasped his hands together expectedly as he watches you.

Your brother urged you to open it, go wild. Rip the wrapping to shreds. You felt so bad seeing how well wrapped it is and the quality of the wrapping paper is... indescribably good. It doesn't even feel like paper, it feels like silk.

So your carefully dismantled it, trying not to tear anything. You look up to see that your brother is pointing his camera at you, capturing this very precious moment. He encouraged you to go on.

You managed to remove the packaging and revealed a box of expensive winter boots. These are high quality and you would have been the source of envy even though most of your "friends" are also from wealthy families. Not everyone gets to have these.

You appreciate it but... You already had a pair of winter boots, the ones from last year, and the year before that. And the year before that, and a week ago where your brother is freaking out about you potentially having frostbite on your toes.

"It's the latest model! It was released as a part of a Christmas special, it will keep you warm and protect your feet too. It was selling out fast, I'm so glad I managed to get a pair for you, I can't have my sweetiepie sad on Christmas day!" Gushed your brother. You slipped them on.

You can't tell the difference between the one you had last year and the one on your feet now. Maybe some minor difference in it's stylistic design but... they're equally as comfortable.

You thanked your brother and finally gave him what he actually wanted from all this: a hug. He put away his phone and returned the embrace, sinking so deep into your jacket that neither of you can move without stumbling. You know he expected you to show gratitude for all his gifts through his main love language; touch.

It is exhausting.

After that, he brought you out to his private plot of land which he made into a park, complete with swingsets, monkey bars and slides. But these aren't for the public, it's for you. All the equipment are well maintained and look brand new even though you know it's been there for years.

He's not fond of throwing snowballs because it could hurt you. But he allows you to throw as much as you want at him. Even after the stunt you pulled last year.

You packed snow around a rock and hurled at him with all your might, it went straight to his head and his right eye was busted for months. Your brother didn't see that as something wrong, though. Even if you tried to apologize, he said that it was an accident and it was alright, he still loves you dearly and you did 'nothing wrong'. The first thing he did after recovering from his injuries at the hospital is to take you out for hot chocolate and then give you a backrub back home because winter could make your muscles stiff; and hence you must feel strained and sore.

He was still mildly bleeding from his gauze at the time, it was covering at least 70% of his upper head. Your brother was clueless when you asked if he needs any painkiller for his recent injury. He claimed to not feel the pain, but his wincing tells you otherwise. He rewarded you for your concern nonetheless with hugs and kisses and another massage.

You laid yourself on the snowy ground and started making snow angels. Your brother had his camera out and began capturing every moment he has with you.

You felt uncomfortable. And the cold is nipping at your bones even though you're thoroughly insulated by the sophisticated winter gear your brother made you wear. You're ready to go home now.

It shocked your brother and made him a bit desperate. He stammered and stumbled over his words, asking you if you wanted to play on the swing, build a snow man, play on the slides, the merry go around and... throw snowballs at him. Are you cold? He was in the middle of removing his own jacket to layer it onto you, but you stopped him.

You said you're tired. You don't find this fun and you're too old for this.

Maybe you're thirsty? He packed a flask filed with steaming hot chocolate for you- no? You're not thirsty or hungry? Maybe you wanted to use the bathroom-- no? You don't have to go?

He tried listing out all the possible reasons you wanted to go home and all its' solutions. Desperately wanting you to stop growing up so fast.

You got sick and tired of this, you yelled at him at the top of your lungs that you wanted to go home. You then stormed away towards the car, leaving your brother to stand there in silence, his camera capturing your explosive outburst.

Your brother saw you slamming the door angrily as you got in.

He sighed, gulping and hovering his finger over the delete button. But he ultimately decided against erasing the footage, it's still a video of you after all. Your brother assured that he's coming to the car, he wipes a stray tear away as he heads to his vehicle.

The both of you stayed silent as he drove you home.

Once you arrived, you bolted out of the car and ran back in. Locking yourself in the bedroom and barricading the door with random furniture. Hugging your knees close to your chest as you pray that your brother does not go after you by climbing into your windows.

And... he didn't. He left you alone for once. For a few hours too. It gave you the much needed relief, you felt like you could breathe now.

You're starting to feel a bit hungry. And you're hungry enough to be willing to face your older brother. So you began unbarricading, placing your dressers to it's original place.

You carefully unlocked the door, fully expecting him to be waiting outside for you. To your surprise, no one was in the hallway. You could hear some noises downstairs, in the kitchen.

You cautiously went down, the tree is still intact. Nothing is broken and there doesn't seem to be signs of a fight. You released a breath that you didn't know that you were holding, happy to know that you don't need to spend another Christmas at the hospital visiting your badly battered parents.

You whipped your head to the sound of your brother calling your name softly. He's holding a baking tray and a bowl, you can't tell what is in there because he's too tall. He smiled at you as he set it down on the dining table. The tray contained freshly baked parts of a gingerbread house and the bowl contained vanilla frosting.

You scanned the rest of the table. There are numerous small glass bowls containing different types of candy and snacks; from pretzel sticks to colourful chocolate rocks, to real gold leaves. Piping bags with metal tips are present too next to a box of plastic gloves.

Your brother pulled your chair out and invited you to sit there. You did, and he called you a good girl. His good girl. As you put on a pair of plastic gloves, he kissed you on the temple.

You asked where your parents are. He said that they're preparing the food for dinner, which includes ham and a roast turkey. And 15 other dishes.

You quizzed on, asking if there will be more people coming in. He shook his head: no. It's only the four of you. In the meantime, you should enjoy yourself building this gingerbread house. He puts on his own pair of plastic gloves too and began filling the piping bag with icing.

The two of you worked in peace, you opting to decorate the house while he pipes the details on the gingerbread men.

There is only two, a large one and a smaller one. You can guess which represents who.

You noticed the odd choice of attaching the small one to the large one's torso. With strategic use of the candies and frosting, he made it look like the larger gingerbread man is carrying the smaller one on its hip. He piped your defining features onto the baby gingerbread, and piped his features on the larger one.

He noticed you staring, your brother asked if you had a hard time connecting the pieces with frosting and if you needed his help. You said no, you just need a spatula from the kitchen. He tried to get up from his seat, but you pushed him back down, saying that you can get it yourself. He pouted, telling you to be careful and not touch the knives or stoves. Your brother went back to obsessing over the details on his gingerbread men.

You went inside the kitchen and greeted your parents who are busy cooking. You go through the drawers to find a silicone spatula and decided to help pick up some stray food scraps on the floor, throwing them into the bin. But as soon as you step on the pedal and have the lid swing open, you saw two crushed, but perfectly edible, gingerbread men in the garbage bin.

You returned to the dining table to see that your big brother is proudly presenting his work. He said this represents you and him... as if you already haven't figured it out. He said he dreams of having you live with him in a perfect fantasy house, fantasy world where you never have to grow up. And he will always be there by your side, taking care of you till the end of time. You will be pampered and spoiled rotten, you don't have to do anything, you don't have to lift a finger. Your big brother will do everything for you. He would even breathe for you if he could.

You nodded in acknowledgement, too tired to engage with him. You sat back down, continued with the gingerbread house. You failed to notice the flicker of sadness in his eyes, your brother felt so neglected and unwanted these few years. He wished that you were a kid again so the both of you could play together and be happy. The more he tries to win your favour, the more distant you get from him. He is endlessly chasing and you are running non-stop.

The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully, other than the fact that your big brother rests his head on your shoulder the whole time.

Now, it's time for dinner. You tried helping them bring out the dishes, your brother praised you for being a darling as usual. He lets you have the first bite of the turkey, tearing a small inconspicuous piece of flesh from the bird and hand feeding it to you. It's still warm, juicy and delicious. Maybe it's the feeling of being special that makes it even tastier.

You chew as you brought out the casserole, setting it down on the table.

You looked at the spread. It looks like a buffet at a high end hotel. So many varieties and extremely nutritious.

Your brother fixed your napkin bib for you again and took food for you. Slumping in your seat, you were thinking of protesting but you knew it's easier to just wait for him to carve the best parts of the turkey for you and let the food pile up neatly on your plate first. He returned it to you, all your favourite dishes are on it within sensible portions. But these are still a lot of food for a person.

He didn't care about praying. Your brother wanted you to eat as soon as possible because you must be hungry. And it is absolute sacrilege to let you go hungry.

You insisted that you join your parents in saying grace and you're not that hungry. Your brother looks uncomfortable, still believing in his sick mind that you're starving to the point of emaciation. But since you are adamant in doing such 'pointless' things In his mind, he agrees, only if he leads it.

Everyone bowed their head down and held each others' hands.

Your brother said the shortest, most insincere, laziest grace ever. Once he fulfilled your requirement, he urged you to eat.

You're upset, you felt really angry and you thought he was mocking you instead. So you opted to eat alone in your room, you made it clear that you didn't want anyone in. Especially not your big brother.

He cried out a desperate plea to get you to stay with him. You ignored him and took a couple more of your favourite finger foods. Predicting a fight between your brother and your parents.

You wrenched your arm away from his powerful grip and fled the scene, hurrying up the flight of stairs. Only slowing down when you're out of sight.

As you thought, sounds of verbal fighting started resonating throughout the house. You heard your brother screaming his head off at your parents for being bad influences and poisoning you to hate him. Your parents defended themselves and this only fuelled the fire. You didn't want to be around when your brother started hurling chairs, so you slammed the door as hard as you could. The sudden loud noise did stop the commotion downstairs briefly. But it continued soon after.

You ate alone, in your barricaded room. Wishing that you're born into a 'normal' family, with 'normal' trauma. To a lot of people, you are complaining about a blessing. But you are always feeling alone, the only person facing a problem which everyone sees as a solution.

You scraped the last bits of food with your spoon. Waiting for the sounds of the ambulance or at least for the fighting to quiet down.

You looked at the clock. It's 1 AM. It's been relatively quiet for a while now, they should be finishing up their fight or cleaning up. Time for you to return your plate.

You grunted as you pushed the furniture away from your door which felt like the umpteenth time. You left your room and head downstairs.

Hearing soft sobs from one person, your brother. He's sitting in front of the tree, hugging the present you left for him earlier. The presents addressed to your parents are both missing, presumably being taken back to their room. A blanket is loosely draped around his shoulders.

You took slow steps, unsure if you should comfort him or not. But before you can even decide to chicken out, he spotted you. However, to your surprise, he didn't approach you or tell you to come forward. He gave you a soft assuring smile, before returning his attention to the tree.

You set your plate aside and went by his side. Your brother watched you with puffy eyes full of love, yet it tells you that he has been irreparably hurt by something... or an accumulation of things.

"Thank you..." He whispered, refering to the gift you gave him. It isn't something particularly valuable to you. It's a picture of the entire family in a photo frame. Your brother is going to cherish it, because it is a gift from the person he loves most in the world. But deep down, he secretly wishes that it was a photo of you and him alone.

He still looks extremely upset and distraught. Almost like he is at the brink of a breakdown. Your brother usually verbalizes what he wanted, but he couldn't this time.

You wonder what your parents got for him. You peeked over his shoulder to see that an unopened box containing a plain T-shirt and a pair of socks is carelessly discarded to the corner of the room.

Then, it clicked. Just like you, he felt alone. Maybe you will never understand why he holds you so dear in his heart. Just like how no one will understand him either, his struggles are unique to him with no one to relate.

He destroyed the relationship between himself and your parents. His friends are all superficial. You're grown up and constantly rejecting his love.

Not a single one of you paid attention to him. Yes, it is hard to think of a present for someone who has everything. But they could have put in a bit more effort, the colour of the shirt and socks aren't even in his favourite colour or in the correct size. You could have removed your parents from the photo, your brother will never remove it himself. Because that would mean defacing your gift for him.

And growing up, your parents never saw him as... a person. As someone with feelings and a personality. They only saw his value as a trophy piece to show off to their friends and family. Same goes to his friends now, if it wasn't for his skills and possessions, he would be nothing to anyone.

He had to beg to be loved. Even that isn't reliable, he could give it his all and everyone around him will expect more. Your brother could never dream of being the receiving end of his own affection. It seems like an impossibility to him.

Perhaps he is doing all of these despite getting nothing but disgust and disdain from you is all to protect your innocence, to not put you through what he had to face. It's just that he went about it the wrong way. Or maybe he is just... wrong in the head. Or maybe he was hoping by loving you so much, you would give him the intense type of love he was yearning for his entire life.

Either way, he is alone.

The both of you are now seated in front of the fireplace. You didn't want to open presents, your brother is okay with that. He did not nag you to do it for once. Snuggling closer, the both of you shared a blanket. He still looks unhappy and crestfallen.

You remember you still had the ribbon bow on your head.

He hovered his arms around you as you squirm in his grip. You managed to crawl into his lap and rest your head on his chest. He lets out a chuckle and some sniffles, clamping his arms back down around you.

You reminded him of one last gift. Your brother is confused until he saw your ribbon.

From that moment on, he burst into tears of joy. He found you so unbearably adorable, so unbearably cute that his heart couldn't take it. An excited squeak escaped his lips as he held you even tighter. Peppering kisses all over your face, neck and head.

He started blabbering in baby talk, calling you every pet name and listing out everything he loved about his 'gift'. Repeating that this is the best gift he ever received and this is all he ever wanted. You are all he ever wanted. Praising that you remembered what he loves.

You hope that he could feel a little less lonely tonight. You can't peer into his head and know exactly what is going on inside. But you knew, he was happy.

Your breathing calmed him down and he closed his eyes, nuzzling against your neck. The collar of your shirt wet from his tears and your arms are secure around him. Your brother mumbled "I love you." as he adjusted you on his lap. Pressing your form against his, enjoying the heat that the both of you shared. Wishing that this moment will never end and you will never part from him.

You realized another thing too as he strokes your hair.

Your older brother is the only person in the world who harbors true, undying, unconditional love for you.

Even though he has his flaws, there will be no one else like him. Ever.

So you closed your eyes and melt into him. Just like before, you felt safe.

The both of you fell alseep in front of the hearth, surrounded by gifts, mostly unopened ones. Snowflakes floating down from the skies and landing delicately at the edge of the roof. Feeling unburdened and content in the living room.

Merry Christmas.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #tw infantilization #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #tw yandere #yandere concept #male yandere oc x reader #yandere brother #tw incest

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haecien · 8 months

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SEVENTEENS reaction to their s/o being scared/screaming about bugs.

Note: I have no idea who is & is not scare of bugs in svt... this is just my interpretation!! If there is a video/post about this tell me!!! also fun fact, a Cockroach was roaming around my room while writing

Warning: mentions of killing, the word die😭 all of this is jokes, none of these are real! slight cursing!

Genre: fluff, jst fluff

766 words 3,883 characters

C.SC -

At first he thought you were dying when he heard your blood curtailing scream, turns out there was a fly just roaming around and it happen to just touch your face.

Now he has learned to carry at least 1 tiny can of bug spray just for you, it gives him a heart attack over your screams. He finds it a bit cute whenever you clung to him after seeing a bug near you.

Y.JH -

Same reaction for the first time of coups. But.... instead of comforting he just... almost teased you to death/j

He'd secretly hide those fake toys of bugs ALL around your shared house/apartment/...idk any living place lmao

You'd almost kill him for doing that, still gets you everytime. Ofc he made it up to you, he is still your boyfriend after all

" Hey... come on I'm sorry! I forgot to remove itt"

*silent treatment*

H.JS -

He would try to calm you down at first, if you were still wailing about the bug he would try and kill it or carefully place it outside.

He would endlessly caress you and tell you that you're alright

(Bro im giggling)

"Joshua i swear ill love you til I die" " Then die😊🤭" /j

(If ykyk)

W.JH-

Who knows he'll eat the bug, jk. He would prob scream with you, he'll act up like " I'll protect you! " then comes running back to you terrified

" YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS THAT BIG " " WAAAHAA I KNOW... "

Eventually he sucked it up and very "bravely" shoo shoo away the bug. BEGONE! " You know! I was just acting, I wasn't really scared... " " Totally.... "

K.SY-

" AAAAAAAAA " Wow is HE more scared than YOU? Yes, a matter of fact he is.... " You know i've seen tigers beat bigger enemies... yet you're scared of a single bug?? I guess you're not really a tiger. "

Those exact words, they made him furious and he quickly got a broom and vigorously whacked the bug away! In times of need you just made him question his identity as a tiger.

J.WW-

Honestly, would be kinda chill. He carefully took a piece of paper and a glass and scooped up the bug and placed it outside.

He asked if you wanted to play with him to help you calm down, you said yes NEVER wanting to set a foot outside right now. (Ok now imagine resting your head on his broad ass shoulders while playing and he'd run his fingers through your hair)

L.JH-

Same reaction as Wonwoo, BUT It would take him awhile to come down from his room😭the time he came down you'd almost started thinking of burning this entire house to the ground. (No reason, i keep thinking about the fluffy hair jihoon with THE black turtleneck shirt that's kinda tight)

X.MH-

So... Fuck it he's letting you take care of it/j yeah he's gnna flame that bug, BURN THE WITCH! If he mocks you about this you would bring up the thing with him and frogs😭(if you don't know I remember seeing a video of seeing minghao being scared of irl frogs but not animated ones ex: keroppi)

K.MG-

Hes a big boy... but he's just a puppy tbh, LITTERALLY LOOK (I got off track sorry HAJSJSK Free gyu pics ig HAHA)

Deff is also scared of the bugs too, poor baby just stood there frozen while the bug flew on his face. Prob had to call a friend to help you HAHA

L.SK-

You know he's gnna hit those high notes, who's going to help you both in this state oh my god. "YOU'RE THE MAN. GO GET IT. " the bug flew away before you both could even do anything " Sunshine i drove it away!! " ".... YaaYyyy.... " *dies*

H.VC-

" HANSOL... " he looked at you confused literally deadass holding the now DEAD bug in his hands " what do I do with it? Throw it o-- " "NO! " bitch I thought you were scared of it " ... ill just do whatever "

B.SK-

He gets scared easily too so... hajimalago/j would be sassy about it " Why don't you get it! You saw it first " kind of guy you'd end up bickering with him too much that the bug decided to just dip out

L.CN-

The only guy who actually protected you HELP, you'd move to another room and let him take care of it. He'd keep reassuring you that you were fine and that the bug was gone, no more bugs will bother you anymore

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leclerced · 5 months

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Maneater au where oscar is just like her little trophy boyfriend.

Theres an even she was invited to? Oscar is on her arm. Theres an annoying ass photoshoot at six am? Oscar is sitting there with an energy drink watching her get all her pretty pictures. She wins a race? Oscar is waiting and watching her from under/is on the podium with her.

He’d honestly just be so happy to be there for her. She can do literally no wrong in his eyes. She shunts into someone in turn one knocking both cars out because they said something bad about him? He’s instantly like “Oh baby, you did so good and im so proud of you. Lets get takeout and watch your favorite movie” and if they happen to have dirty nasty sex on the couch while the movies still playing he’d never complain.

-🥰

(lmao yeah the 😍 emoji is lowkey scary)

he’s her trophy boyfriend!!! he goes everywhere with her and you bet she’s the one dressing him for any event they go to. i can imagine lewis noticing he’s dressing well and complimenting him and he’s like haha yeah my gf dresses me! kinda sheepish because he feels silly when he tells people but she deserves all the credit. she loves doing it and he knows he looks good bc of everyones compliments, so he doesn’t really mind. then suddenly his girlfriend is besties with lewis hamilton bc they bond over fashion. the three of them go to fashion shows that lewis and his gf get invited to and he’s tagging along, mostly clueless, while they chat up designers and models and even though he’s surrounded by gorgeous people, he’s just in awe of his girlfriend and how good she looks in the vintage or custom designer. there are memes, like gigi hadid is on the runway and gf and lewis are watching gigi, but oscar’s watching his gf like she’s the one on the runway.

them getting a podium is everyone’s favorite thing bc they shower each other with champagne and its always weirdly erotic plus there’s one time they make out after she gets her first win. he pours his champagne into her mouth and momentarily forgets they’re on live tv and have a massive crowd watching them. he's taken aback by how hot she looks as she swallows the champagne and then licks her lips and he pulls her down for a kiss on their podium steps. everyone is screaming and cheering, the third person on the podium is still spraying them with champagne and it’s like a vmas best kiss. iconic.

he’s so obsessed with her she can do no wrong. and she’s so protective over him when she sees a mclaren on the side of the track she’s radioing in like “did someone hit my bf??” as if she’s gonna take them out in revenge if someone did. if someone really did, then as soon as she’s out of her car she’s seeking oscar out to make sure he’s okay, holding back her anger until she knows he’s safe. after the first time he learns to hold her in place after she hugs him because her second stop after checking on him is whoever crashed him out, to yell at them and ask them what the fuck is wrong with them. he thinks its cute how protective she is over him, but not everyone finds it so endearing. he’d calm her down and convince her to just leave with him after their media duties and she promises she won’t do anything.

but then she sees them during her interview and she’s calling them out like, “hey! did you apologize to my boyfriend yet? no? go fucking apologize!” they immediately find him and apologize and then tweet an apology publicly bc she scares them. once they’re back in their hotel room and cozied up for a movie, she’d crawl onto his lap and start telling him how glad she is that he wasn’t hurt at all, but she needs to double check and make sure the doctors didn’t miss any bruises. he thinks she’s serious until she takes his shirt off and starts kissing his chest.

#ask #maneater au #🥰 anon

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Date nights w/ Masky and Hoodie include!

pairing masky and hoodie together in this post since i think their ideal dates are just. very similar, so i dont see much point in giving them their own separate posts... that said they will have their own segments since i do think they would have some key differences!

MASKY:

both of these guys dates include urban exploring, i think! though i do think masky would be drawn to areas that are little more dangerous or run down; bros just a little silly. thats not to say he wouldnt run off or let you get hurt... no actually the opposite is true, hes not letting you out of his sight, and hes going to do his damndest to make sure that not even a single scratch gets on your skin. very protective of you, he is.. a lot of the places you guys explore tend to be more run down, as implied above; with more stuff to look out for and avoid. honestly dates with either of these guys are more like workouts...

for more chill dates, though, i think movies are in order! not theatres, obviously, since masky totally refuses to take off his... mask... and that might raise some suspicion... if theres anything hes more possessive of than you, then its his mask.. so at home movies it is! youre in charge of snacks and hes in charge of movies! you guys kind of bounce around a lot of genres, i think. from comedy to horror to sci fi, you guys wouldnt be bound to a single genre or franchise... mm cuddles are nice, i think! masky would make a nice cuddle buddy, i think! aww look he even watches you sleep to make sure nothing is going to come in and hurt you! that totally isnt unnerving! just pray you dont wake up with sleep paralysis and see him hunched over you in the dark

HOODIE:

also into urban exploring but between the two his are more... not too intense of crazy ... with masky its more like crawling and jumping across stuff and moving through gunk and rubble. whereas with hoodie its more so maybe having to just move a few things but ultimately its mostly just casual exploring without having to do some insane parkour to get through stuff or crawling along the gross yucky ground. can definitely see him bringing a knife or spray can so you guys can mark your initials somewhere. maybe im silly, but i love the idea of hoodie being soft just for his partner. giant bulky man who doesnt speak and would beat someone up in an instant but is very sweet and affectionate with his partner. depending on how fucked the place you guys are at is, you guys might even spend the night if its not too run down. bonus bonus, imagine getting to the roof and its like, solid enough and you guys lay down together and watch the stars.. oooouuuguuggh...

as for other date ideas, these boys seem to be struck with the same at home dates a lot of the creepypasta characters i write for will be struck with... what can i say? hoodie doesnt like parting with his mask; though hes less possessive with it than masky... and in my au, at least, as far as everyone knows brian is missing or even dead. would be a little... weird if he was spotted just. walking the streets. baking dates. maybe im soft for this idea, but the idea of working together with someone to make something to be shared if just so sweet (pun intended). pulls out my favorite trope; character a guiding character b's hands for something.. in this case it can be cutting something, or rolling something out and ueueueueue

i just think that would be so so nice

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x y/n #masky x reader #masky imagine #masky x you #hoodie x reader #hoodie imagine #hoodie x you

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raffe156 · 1 year

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@shuttlelauncher81

Well…The twins were 100% a surprise Tank found out while out on a recon mission with Soap….

*Mentions of pregnancy*

“Why are you breathing so heavy?…”

“Im nah” Soap looked at you puzzled. He was you could hear it over the aircon in the shitty motel room.

“You are…stop it” you kicked his chair with your boot. The last few weeks you have been totally off kilter, everything annoyed you an the last few days holed up with Soap in Sudan had been challenging to say the least. The heat was biting and the dry air cling to you throat.

~please keep the channel clear~ Price grumbled over the comms

“Shall I just nah breath? Would you prefer that?” Soap slapped your hand away from the scope, he had it in the wrong setting an it was irritating you…again.

“Actually yes please, also can please please stop dowsing yourself in whatever body spray you are using…smells like it’s called mud and mints” you shifted in your seat. Your combat pants were digging into your stomach. Another irritation to add to the list.

“I’m nah wearing any body spray?! Or aftershave?” Soap shook his head.

You looked at him in shock, why was he lying?

~Tank…Johnny doesn’t wear body spray? I’ve tried to make him trust me…~ Ghost patched in

Soap looked at you triumphantly, not something he should be proud of…

~I’m not going to say it again keep the channel clear~ Price sounded pissed off now.

“You’ve been ratty all week lass, haha super hearing, super smell, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you was up the duff haha….” His face dropped when he realised he did know better…shit. You couldn’t be? Could you? You an Price had been abit careless…but you had the implant in? That expired a year and a half ago….shit.

The silence was deafening….

~Can we refocus please…~ Price warned down the comms.

***********

Back at the base Ghost looked at Price his face stone, but Ghost could see a small crack…he was worried, it was bad enough you were sat smack bang in the middle of a major conflict zone, but now there was the possibility of you being pregnant with no doubt his baby?

It was a 6 hour drive to you an Soap, no air evac allowed and you still had another day of recon to do Price was racking his brain, he was in a room full of allied troops, none had access to the team channel but he couldn’t be seen losing it, even though inside his mind was screaming, the mix of emotions fighting inside his chest he was over the moon at the possibility of you being pregnant, but the overwhelming need tto protect you had just doubled. He looked at Ghost.

“Ghost how fast can we get to their location?”

“It’s a 6 hour drive…I can do it in 3 tops” Ghost looked at the map.

“Good lad…”

#captain price #captain john price #john price #price x tank #captain john price x reader #call of duty #captain price x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #modern warfare #cod oc tank #cod oc #cod headcanons

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danielfosseyart · 3 months

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Daniel Watches She-Ra

& The Princesses Of Power

-S1E3- 'Razz'

Todays' She-Ra Watchthrough Art: Look I have been having a real shit week or so let me just bullshit this one thanks

Dumb question but why is Glimmers mom British? Also this is probably just me but it looks like her wings are attached to her hair & I can't stop thinking about it.

Oh also yo the theme song?

Yeah that's pretty swell.

A big step up from the original cartoon which was just.....sad? It's just like a sad attempt of being a cool retro cartoon theme song. It fails to live up to any of the greats of decades past.

TMNT 87? Iconic. Badass. Groovy. Radical.

Transformers? Iconic as well. Absolutely fucks.

The Super Mario Bros. Super Show? Fucking ART that makes Hans Zimmer look like an absolute fucking dork.

Sonic Underground? LITERALLY THE GREATEST FUCKING PIECE OF MUSIC EVER COMPOSED BY MANKIND.

80s She-Ra? It's like watching a cat spray diarrhea across my carpet for a solid minute. It's just sad.

Okay so I literally don't know any of their names but uh-

These two. These two evil goons right here.

Are-

Okay so are they like gay? I don't know why but my brain saw this & went "Is this dude dating that lizard? are they going to smooch?"

I have no evidence or any proof to back up my claim here.

But I'm gonna just assume these two are gay & smooching & holding hands & stuff.

Anyways these goon squad characters are lame, also fuck that one girl who was bullying Cat-Ra, like, damn. The fuck is her problem?

Like leave that cat alone she's a fucking cat. Who bullies a cat??

Fuck you!!

Yeah so the only two goons I find myself enjoying are these two because I just get a strong feeling that they might be gay.

Again, I have no proof or evidence. But I'm gonna just say that they are anyway because I decided that I want to & you can't stop me.

Also one of them is a lizard dude. Like I said, that objectively makes him cool as fuck because reptiles are rad as hell.

ALSO GLIMMER & ADORA ARE SO GAY??

LIKE- OKAY FIRST OFF THIS POSE ABOVE THIS SENTENCE? THAT AIN'T A POSE OF A STRAIGHT PERSON. SHE'S AT THE VERY LEAST BI OR LESBIAN OR SOMETHING. BUT NAH THAT POSE IS GIVING ME VERY HEAVY FAG VIBES /POS

GOD THEY'RE GAY THEY'RE GAY THEY ARE GIRLFRIENDS IDC

I fucking squealed at this they're SO IN LOVE AAAAAA

GOD THEY ARE SO GAY

SHE'S BEING SO GAY JUST TALKING ABOUT ADORA/SHE-RA

GAY?? GAY

REAL

IF THEY DONT KISS & HOLD HANDS BY THE END IM GOING TO PISS ON MY NEIGHBOURS MAILBOX

POV: Glimmer introduces you to her wife (she's magic & can become very tall & glows bc she's just cool like that)

Also I like, find She-Ra so fucking funny from the design itself?

She's just.....tall. She's a tall lass. Big. Large. Massive. A Tree.

Like, the fact that she's just....big. Like this is a needed change for her transformation. Being taller is an essential part of it.

One of her magical powers is just being really tall I guess. Like that's part of the transformation, she gets BIG. So that's just considered a power, because it makes her taller.

Being a tall fuck is considered a magical ability in this universe.

Also why did this episode just turn into Pixars' Brave (2012) for the middle part? I'm not upset I'm just confused bc I didn't expect to be hit with this sudden flashback to 2012 shit. But I like this old lady.

But (good job daniel you used but twice in a row, you're so good at writing you stupid fucking idiot-) I just kept being reminded of Brave while watching. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I haven't watched Brave in like a decade. Like, damn though, this part just reminded me of it a lot & I feel it's worth mentioning.

I should rewatch Brave sometime.

AHEM-

SHE'S SO FUCKING CUTE I WANT TO CRY SHE'S LITERALLY THE SCRUNKLY SCRIMBLO BLORBO AND ALSO A FAGGOT. I LOVE HER. PROTECT THIS SPARKLY FAGGOT & HER MAGICAL WIFE.

GRAHHHHHHH

Whore-Dak Update:

Okay Hordak, you get points just because you told Shadow Weaver to go fuck herself. That's incredibly based & awesome of you. To not only tell the wizard bitch to shove her stupid fucking shadow magic fart clouds up her ass. But you also were like "Hey angry lesbian cat, you get a promotion because you're epic" & that's so real.

I respect a villain who doesn't bully cats for no reason.

(other than because you're a huge bitch cough shadow cunt cough)

You're still nowhere near being Skeletor. But you are definitely a far better villain than the original 80s Hordak was. Keep it up buddy.

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welcome-to-the-neotheater · 3 months

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Non-Comprehensive List of Things I Love About AJR City Savers

AJR WEBISODE: CITY SAVERS (youtube.com)

keep reading because loooooooooooooooooong post

0:00, I love the implication that they are spending 3/4 of their waking hours on this club and they don't have any free time between that and the band

0:12-0:15, he's holding this box with his bare hands normally for a few good seconds here, and only at the end does he decide that its actually super radioactive and he jerks his hand away from it really fast

0:20 Yeah that's going to help get the paint off

0:23 The old logo looks really weird to me after being used to the current one

0:30 he is so fucking proud of himself for putting a leaf into the trash can

0:35 "We founded this city savers club to protect this fine city we live in", the protection of course being kicking a piece of cardboard about 5 feet

0:38 "We start off at 4:30 in the morning, first item on the agenda, song" They're singing songs for the public, (specifically, the "youth" , 1:10) at 4:30 in the morning, "first item on the agenda"

0:48 none of the children are paying any attention to his song, the only one who even looks at the camera is a parent who, if anything, seems unimpressed

0:52 they did this shit in public

1:06 great camera work there

1:13 "We really feel like it gets our message across"

1:20 this is entirely useless

1:35 Does he have a meterstick? How does he know?

1:37 There's no god damn way they can hear him inside their fast cars, probably with windows up with him speaking at slightly above speaking voice

1:42 "Morning Deb!"

1:46 Outfit change from previous scene, these are different days. He does this regularly.

1:53 "NO!"

1:57 He's no longer doing something useless, this is actually disruptive, as you can tell from the honks

1:59 Unless one was added in the jump cut, you can see in the previous shot there was not, in fact, a baby blue jay's nest right there

1:59 What purpose does the word "baby" in "baby blue jay's nest" serve? Correct me if im not up to date on bird knowledge, but aren't all nests built by adult birds build the nests for their babies? Is he trying to say that the baby blue bird built the nest? I don't think baby birds can build nests. Is he just referring to the fact that the birds that live in the nests are babies? This is either redundant or wrong.

2:05 "I've submitted my application for the city savers club almost a dozen times now... I really hope I get in this month". He has been applying to enter this "club" (it has 2 members and does nothing of value) for almost a year.

2:17 Jack checks behind the curtain as if there's any way Adam was just hiding behind the curtain

2:22 Ryan is already so bored

2:28 I counted a 5 second pause before "What?"

2:40 Their brother attached a headshot in his resume as if they wouldn't know what he looked like.

2:43-48 this is just great

2:05-48 Jack and Ryan have created this fake club and have, for almost a year, been holding this over their older brother's head and having him submit formal applications to join his younger brothers' fake club and they have been denying all of them. If that isn't the most sibling shit out there, I don't know what is

2:48 "Graffiti" is a child's chalk drawing

2:55 "Can't get this out", he's using his shoe to remove washable childs chalk from the street. "Can't get this out" have you tried water??? They have to make that shit so it's easy to get out of children's clothes, and so that it washes away when it rains, if this "graffiti" is such a problem get some water and spray it

3:01 "Surprisingly pigeons don't just eat breadcrumbs". Look, I've never been to New York, but if the pigeons there are anything like seagulls, it should be 0 surprise to someone that's grown up there that the pigeons will eat whatever you give to them.

Idk what those are (skittles?) but they don't look like you should be feeding them to pigeons

3:07, they're feeding chunky peanut butter to the pigeons. naturally

3:12 LEE!!!!!!!

3:18 He runs away immediately after hearing they're going to try to put that sweater on him

3:20 They were already talking to him at an unreasonable distance apart but now even more so as he's gone entirely off screen and they continue to talk normally to him for I counted 7 seconds.

3:27 The cut off "Lee-". How long did they do that for?

3:29 Gotta love the "we're saving the world!" music that comes in here

3:30 Pre 2020 mask

3:33 All of the water has fallen out of his hands before he reaches the plant

3:37-41 I don't know if this was planned, I don't want to know if that was intentional

3:52 Wow! Look at this plant!

Throughout the entirety of this video they do nothing actually helpful for the city (yet continuously act like they're saving the world). Their "good deeds" are either entirely pointless ("traffic control", trying to get rid off the paint with his foot at 0:20, "singing for the youth", "watering" that plant) or actually slightly harmful (blocking some car because of an invisible blue jays nest, refusing to let their brother into the club, feeding shit to pigeons that they should not be doing, trying to get rid of a child's drawing)

Jack stated in an interview once that he's actually afraid of pigeons

Adam is a climate activist now, and I like to think that stemmed from not being allowed into city savers

Damn did I write a lot for a video under 4 minutes. I feel like one of those people that keeps interrupting movies to talk about deeper meanings or explain the jokes now.

#ajr #ajr brothers #ajr songs #maybe my friends are right about me being autistic #oh well

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legally-lupin · 11 months

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A trip to Mandalore- din djarin x Jedi fem! reader

A/n: this story is from the top of my head and what I briefly remember from the new season. Also mandos N1 star fighter can hold 2 people plus grogu and I have not proofed it so i apologies for any mistakes. Enjoy <3

Summary: when a trip to the ‘cursed’ planet goes wrong

As the ship landed on the green planet Mandalore. All communications cut off from the outside galaxies you felt uneasy

“Din are you sure this is safe” you looked around the seemly isolated planet as the mandalorian turned to look at you his helmet tilting.

“Mesh’la I will not let anything happen to you” you felt a gloved hand reach for your leg. You huffed feeling anxiety sitting at your chest.

“R5, you ready? I’m gonna need you to scout ahead and analyze the atmosphere.” His modulated voice cracked as he sent the droid on his way with a few beeps of protest the droid went to scout

“Don’t be a baby Just take an air sample of those ruins” hand still on your leg stroking it slightly making you feel a little better with grogu on your lap the kid looks for the droid and whimpers in worry.

“Hey I’m sure R5 will be fine” you said to the little green child he just coos in response

“Here kid you can watch him on the scope” grogu moved from your lap to dins watching the map beep

“R5 come in can you read me?” The beskar covered warrior grunted

“It’s probably just interference” you said putting your hand on Dins grogu whined again for the droid. The Mandalorian had enough

“Fine I’ll go get him. Normally, this is droid work. I was hoping to avoid going out there. I’ll pressurize my helmet, here put this on ner cyar'ika. . seal yourself in your pod kid. Be right back” the canopy opened din steps out to search for the droid and you held your breath the mask that was on you would protect you but you don’t want to take a chance.

You waited a while until he came back with the droid that looked like it’s seen better days

“You got an analysis on the atmosphere yet?” The droid beeped in response projecting its findings

“The air is breathable the charts are wrong” the mandalorian relaxed

“So Bo-Katan was right mandalore is not cursed” you inputted smiling at his composed body

You all made your way down to the mines the once filled centre was now deserted you held on to the mandalorian as he jet packed down as you trekked through the mines you hear a deep growl your hand on your lightsaber

“Hey din I don’t think we -“

All of a sudden you were thrown to the other side of the wall with a loud thump

“Y/n!!” Din fought the cyborg scavenger but failed injecting him with an immobiliser and taking him away. You were out of sight as you made your way to the kid weakly

“Go get Bo-Katan” you stood up watching the kid zoom out with a huff and a quick Bacta spray on your wound on your arm.

You snuck up on the scavenger and with the help of your lightsaber took one of the legs off. The creature screeched throwing a piece of metal at you but using the force you aimed it right back at him after successfully dismembering it. It came alive again this time through its eye you made quick work of it by blowing it up via the force.

Once the creature was out the way you limped over to din cutting the ropes that held him and dragged him to a safer spot you put his head in your lap injecting him with a stim.

The mandalorian mumbled in your arms.

“It’s ok din just rest for now”

About 20 minutes had passed and Bo-Katan and the kid entered

“Bo-Katan. He found you” you looked up at the women she removed her helmet and kneeled next to you

“Yh but seems like you had it handled” you smiled din mumbled in your arms again

“Grogu I am so proud of you” the kid giggled

“You was right you know. Mandalore is not cursed” Bo katan eyes widened at your words

Din came to his senses and sat up. You pulled him into a big hug

“Oh. Din im so glad your ok” he pulled you closer to him

“Thank you for rescuing me” you felt the cold beskar helmet on your cheek his way of giving a kiss

“Always”

After some rest the four of you made your way to the living waters

“Here we are” you looked at the huge water filled room

“This is the way” you hear din say before taking his cape off and making his way to the waters

“I swear on my name." "And the names of the Ancestors, that I shall walk the way of the Mand'alor... and the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart." As he said those words he was dragged under you screamed his name

“Stay here I’ll get him” Bo-Katan went under you stood by the water waiting after a few minuets they came back

“Din oh my stars how many times today” you laughed pulling to you. His wet body melted with you as his hands wrapped around your waist.

“As long as I’m with you I think I’ll survive” he lifted his helmet slightly placing a kiss to your lips

#mando x you #the mandolarian #mandolorian x reader #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #star wars x reader #din djarin

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jadelovesrise-tmnt · 1 year

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FIRST FANFIC ALERT WOOP WOOP 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

This idea was suggested by @sunsetsandsunshine!

Idea based on the episode where Mikey had his first solo mission, but raph was over protective

After raph facing a week straight of guilt, Mikey found a way to cheer him up!

Tw: kinda sad at the start, tickles

Warning for bad and long story, I've never wrote this stuff before💔

Lee: 🐢❤

Ler: 🐢🧡

Others in the story: Donnie, Leo

Enjoy!

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It was a normal day at the turtles Lair, Mikey spray painting the empty walls like a canvas, Leo skateboarding to break a record, Donnie in his lab.

All was normal besides raph.

It had been a week since Mikey's first "solo" mission that raph has messed up.

Mikey seemed to get over it by the time 3 days had passed, but raph? He was drowning in guilt, barely even looking at Mikey anymore.

He sulked inside his room, which he barely even was in most of the time.

Mikey, not sure if he had been the only one to notice raph's sudden mood swap, went to ask the others about it.

He made his way to the skateboard ramp, clearing his throat before speaking.

🐢🧡: "hey Leo? Do ya have a moment to talk?"

Leo slowed to a halt and held the skateboard by his side loosely with one arm.

🐢💙: "wassup 'Angelo? You need somethin?"

🐢🧡: "raph's been cooped up in his room...he never goes in there unless he's asleep or has a headache. Did something happen?

Mikey fiddled with his hands, pacing slowly back and force in worry.

🐢💙: "I knew I wasn't the only one who noticed!"

He tossed the skateboard onto the rack where the other's skateboards lied.

🐢💙: "I think he's still guilty about ruining your solo-mission, Hérmano. Yknow how he is about upsetting people. If I had to guess he's probably regretting ever showing up!"

Mikey's face shifted into a look of dread and regret, slowly turning around.

🐢🧡: "I'm gonna go ask Donnie about it..thanks for the help Leo. "

🐢💙: "make sure you tell raph it's okay, yknow he worries for ya, seeing as your the little brother"

Mikey half-sprinted up to Donnies lab, knocking then entering before getting a reply.

🐢🧡: "Donnie! Are you busy right now?"

Donnie rolled his eyes, wondering why his brother even knocked at all just to burst into the room.

🐢💜: "I suppose not, why, do you need something?"

🐢🧡: "I think I hurt raph's feelings! He isn't leaving his room, and it's all cause I was mad about not having a solo-mission!!"

Donnie turned to face Mikey, using a robot arm to gently pat his shoulder.

🐢💜: "he actually talked to me about it. He mentioned feeling guilty about ruining the big moment for you, asked me how to fix it, etcetera. I think the only way to help is if YOU talk to him about...well, this whole situation. "

He turned back to his work, sparks flying from the circuit board he was tinkering with.

🐢🧡: "alright, I'll go sort this out. Thanks for the advice, Dee!"

He quickly fled the room, Donnie signing lightly.

🐢💜: "Sighh..why does nobody close the door on the way out??"

Mikey reached raphs room, gently knocking on the door.

🐢🧡: "r...raph??? Are you okay?"

There was a soft sniffle behind the door.

🐢🧡: 'Is he....crying?'

Mikey slowly twisted the door knob, speaking in a low gentle tone.

🐢🧡: "raph, I'm coming in..if it's okay. "

Raph sat on the bed, quickly wiping away tears and looking at Mikey with blood shot eyes.

🐢❤: "oh hey Mikey..!! You want something? "

Mikey took one look at raph before running at him and pulling him into a firm hug.

🐢🧡: "raph..im sorry for kinda snapping at you after you entered my solo-mission. I know it's hard being the oldest sibling, and you don't deserve that stress. "

Raph froze up for a second, before gently hugging back and sobbing into Mikey's shoulder.

🐢❤: "b-but...-.. your the youngest!! You shouldn't h-have-..to comfort me..im supposed to be the strong fearless one..!"

🐢🧡: "if you were truly fearless, that wouldn't make you who you are. I like that you care so much, even on days I don't express it as well. You play such an important part in this family. Your allowed to have flaws, that's why your enjoyable to be around!"

Raph softly cried while hugging tighter, not knowing how to respond to Mikey's soft spoken words.

🐢🧡: "I'm sorry for making you feel guilty, and for not addressing it sooner. I promise I would NEVER stay upset with you. You're the best big brother anyone could have! I would rather give up art than lose you!"

Mikey stopped the hug to dry raphs tears, smiling up at him.

🐢❤: "thank you..i promise I won't ever interrupt a solo-mission again."

Raph softly smiled, shut his eyes and hugged him again, this time resting his body completely again mikeys.

🐢🧡: "do you want me to stay to help cheer you up?"

Raph gently mumbled a soft "mhm..." into his shoulder.

After a small amount of time, Mikey gently started rubbing raphs back, gently tracing his palm down the spikes, trying to comfort him from the blue mood he had.

Raph, who had started zoning out, quickly jolted upwards, letting out an uncharacteristic high pitched yelp, unable to move much from the hug he was in.

🐢❤: "EEE--!!"

He quickly covered his mouth, hoping Mikey hadn't heard it.

He did.

🐢🧡: "are you okay raph?? Did I hurt you??"

Raph stuttered on his words, not able to think straight from the sudden but slight lee mood he suddenly fell into.

🐢❤: "uhh-..y-yehehahah!! Rahaphs perfectly f-fihiine!!"

Raph could feel Mikey's suspicious stare, trying to fight any slight giggle in his throat.

🐢🧡: "you were calm until I bumped the spikes, are they injured??"

Mikey slowly and gently traced the spike he hit earlier, causing raph to squeak and burst into higher pitched laughter than usually shown.

🐢❤: "AHH-!! Mihihikeehey!!!! StahaAHAP!! WaitwaitwaitnaahaHHA-!!"

Not wanting to hurt his little brother, he weakly tossed and turned, trying to evade the tickly feeling spreading through his back.

🐢🧡: "omigosh...your ticklish?! How did I not find out before??"

He giggled and started gently poking at his back and the tops of the spikes while raph laughed into Mikey's shoulder.

🐢❤: "NAHAahahao I'm noohohott!!!"

Mikey sped up the poking, raphs giggles going up an octave.

🐢❤: "PFFTT-- Leheheho!! Dahanie!! HEhehehehelp!! MIHIKAAY!!!"

🐢🧡: "quit squirming raph!! Your fiiiine!!"

He pinched the spikes softly, raph practically screeching at each touch, squinting his eyes shut.

🐢❤: "WAHAHAHIIIT!!!! mihikehEHEHEHEYYY!!!! I CAHANT--"

Mikey laughed along with him, using his other hand to slowly sneak it's way to his side.

🐢❤: "MikeheEHEEYYY!! ShtahahAA-snrt--PLEHESEE!!"

He kicked his legs, smiling like a mad man from the feeling until it stopped.

Mikey froze, a grin spreading across his face.

🐢🧡: "raph, you snort when you laugh???"

He felt raphs face heat up from embarrassment.

🐢❤: "N-nohohoo..??-"

Mikey suddenly shoved his hand back to where it was, scribbling all over raphs shell spikes, his free hand jabbing his side lightly.

Raph absolutely shrieked.

🐢❤: "HAHHAHAHH-snrt-MIKEHEHEE! NAHAHAA!!-snrt-STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!"

🐢🧡: "I never get to see you laugh like this!! We should do this more often!"

Mikey quickly leaped up onto raphs shoulders, now using both hands to spider across the spikes.

Raph squirmed back and forth, holding his stomach, cackling and snorting uncontrollably.

🐢❤: "I CAHAHANHT-snrt-MIKEHE-snrt-EEHEHEHAHAHA-snrt-"

🐢🧡: "what happened to not being ticklish huh?"

🐢❤: "IHIHI-hic- LIHIHEHEHEDD--hic- IHIM-snrt- IHIHIM SAHAHARAHAY!!!"

Mikey giggled at the tiny hiccups, ceasing his attack to stand up and gently curl up on raphs lap.

🐢❤: "hhehhehe!!--hic-mihihike--hic-ahahrehe you do-hohonehe??"

🐢❤: "...mihikey???"

Mikey suddenly blew a huge raspberry onto raphs plastron, his hands reaching around to spider at the spikes he hadn't reached earlier.

if raph was screaming earlier, then he was absolutely howling now. He frantically swatted his hands gently, trying to cease the attack, only to fall limp and shake with loud laughter.

🐢❤: "AAAAAA-snrt-MIHIHIHIKE-snrt-STAHAHAHAHA-hic-I CAHAHA-snrt-CAHAHAANT- BREHEHEE-snrt-AAHAHA!!!!!!"

🐢🧡: "I am SO telling the others about this later!!!"

🐢❤: "DOHOHO-snrt" NAHAHAHAAHHT!!! IHILLL-hic- DIHIHIHIEE!!"

Raph cackled,giggled, and shrieked for what felt like hours, until Mikey slowed to a halt and grinned down at his brother.

🐢🧡: "how about we make a deal??"

There was a hint of evil in his expression.

🐢❤: "hheheehee-hic-ohokahahay..whahat is--hic- ihihit??"

Raph slowly opened his pinched shut eyes.

🐢🧡: "if you tell me your worst spot, I will be merciful. Where is it raphieee?"

He made spidery movements with his fingers above raph, causing him to continue giggling at a high pitch.

🐢❤: "ehehe!!-hic- I'm nahahat tehelling!! you'll--hic-juhust go there nehext!!"

🐢🧡: "well yeah obviously!! But I'll stop after!! Do we have a deeaaallll??"

Raph thought for a second before letting out a giggly sigh.

🐢❤: "ohkahahay..-hic- ihiihits....thhe shohoholder spihikehehes..."

Mikey sat up, hovering his hands over the spikes on his shoulder.

Raph quickly hid his face, bursting into giggles.

🐢🧡: "Threeeeee!!!!!"

Mikey paused for what seemed like years between numbers.

🐢🧡: "twooooooooooo!!!"

🐢❤: "juhuhust dohoho ihihahat!!"

He yelled, closing his eyes again.

Raph shaked from the anticipation, softly cackling behind his hands.

Without a "one" from Mikey, he scribbled lightly against raphs shoulder spikes.

🐢❤: "HAHAHHAHAHA-snrt-HEHEHEHEHHE-hic-hic-IHMDYHIHAHANG!!!"

Mikey laughed loudly in shock of the intense reaction.

🐢🧡: "Ohohomigohosh, how did you hide this from us?? This is adorable!!"

Raph couldn't even speak any more, a tear running down his face from his loud uncontrollable laughter.

🐢❤: "HAHAHAHAA-snrt-HHHEHEHE-hic-MMMIHIHI-snrt-KKEHE-!!!!"

Mikey slowed his torture to a halt before wiping the tears from raphs eyes and hugging him like before.

Raph let out soft wheezes and giggles, still shaking from the tingly feeling everywhere.

🐢❤: "Hehehehehe-hic-hhehehahaha-hic-you are sohoho-hic-ihin trouble yohohounhe mahah--hic-hahahan..."

🐢🧡: "your way stronger than me, but you didn't defend yourself at all! In fact, I think you kinda liked it!!

He gently nudged raphs side, causing him to squeak and back away slightly.

🐢🧡: "alright, alright, I'm done for today! Wanna check out the art I made earlier? It should be dry by now!!"

🐢❤: "yeahah-hic-sohounds great!! Lead the way!"

They both headed to where Mikey had been painting.

Little did raph know, the noise from earlier made his situation verrrry clear to both Leo and Donnie.

But that's another story, for another day.

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THROWS THIS CRINGE AT YOU

#rottmnt #rottmnt tickle #lee!raph #ler!mikey #tickler #ticklee #raspberries

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shurisasthmaticgf · 1 year

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i just want to hear your voice: shuri x black fem! reader

tw// near death, injury, ptsd, anxiety, crying, swearing (i think i got it all but if im missing anything lmk)

authors note: idk what this is like i wholeheartedly pulled this out my ass just to post sumn so yall don't unfollow or think i stopped writing...or died or sumn.

y/n

"Y/N! HEY" shuri reached forward and pushed her fingers against your shoulder to get your attention. the distant look in your eyes as you came back to made her expression soften. the queen placed a gentle hand against your cheek as she asked, "where are you, my love?" she watched as your eyes opened and closed slowly as if your blinks were in slow motion. you pulled away from her touch and mumbled, "i'm here."

the princess watched as you rose to your feet and staggered over to your window that overlooked Golden City. thick bandages wrapped around your torso so tightly it felt like you were wearing one of those godforsaken corsets you had to wear for certain events. with a gentle hand you cradled your side as you leaned against the window.

the busy streets below made memories of sneaking out and visiting food stalls and buzzing marketplaces rush back to the forefront of your mind. so many early mornings that you spent before training, just watching the sunrise from roofs of the tallest buildings with shuri by your side. countless nights of slipping away when everyone was asleep to introduce your school friends to shuri before partying until the sun rose again. all of those memories before the world truly knew wakanda's name, and before you earned the title of the Dora Milaje.

fast forward to now where the entire world knows of wakanda, and the entire nation was nearly ripped apart at the hands of the talokan. you were thrust full force into duties before you thought you would be, having turned twenty the night before namor attacked the city. little did you know that the next morning you would be the one that saved the lives of the queen and the american scientist that unintentionally screwed everything up:

you had been standing guard at your normal post outside of the palace. when you got word that the city was under attack, you were dispatched to protect the other citizens while more trained dora protected the queen and riri inside. although being highly trained in combat, you had already taken heavy beatings when you saw your kimoyo beads illuminate purple.

water clogged your ears and you could barely hear shuri instructing you to go and protect her mother and new friend, over the screams in the street. adrenaline coursed through your veins and pushed you to sprint through the definite broken ankle and leg you already sustained. the huge gash on your side nearly went unnoticed through the rush of it all. with shaking fingers you pulled a kimoyo bead and pushed it into your bleeding flesh, your stomach churning at the sight of the small sphere being nearly swallowed by the wound. yet, you pushed on as the only thing on your mind was protecting the woman who cared for you since childhood, and the young genius who was only a year younger than you.

as you started sprinting you couldn't take your eyes off of the panels of celling to floor windows that lined the entire front of the palace. you frantically pressed at the buttons on your kimoyo beads in a specific sequence that overrode the security panel until you passed through them. it saved time in getting upstairs to the queen and the american teenager that were unknowingly the target of an attack. shuri remained on the line and you tried to hide the fear in your voice as you ran further down the corridor, "It's okay I'm almost-"

suddenly you felt the entire palace shook beneath your feet and a deafening boom rang through your ears. The doors of the palace room flew open from the force and your connection to shuri ended with static. shards of glass and a sharp spray of water blew into your face and stung your skin. the impact made you stumble back a few steps into the wall behind you. when you opened your eyes, covering your face with a hand you realized why you couldn’t see the queen and the teenager. a scream of pure horror ripped from your throat as you ran inside to see the glass floors were demolished and flooded with water.

"MAMA!" you screamed with hot tears streaming down your face as you dragged your feet through the shallow water that pooled at the entrance of the throne room. there was no hesitation before you dove into the darkened depths of the ice cold trench of a floor. with minimal light it was hard to see anything but a flash of movement a meter below you pulled your attention. a head of silver hair came into view, then a hand pushing the woman through the water. you kicked as fast as you could, slowly losing breath with every move. Her hand met yours and you wrapped it around your shoulder. with every ounce of energy and adrenaline you had left, you pushed the queen and the teenager to the surface above.

searing pain burned through your chest as you ran out of oxygen, your nose peeking through the surface just to slip back under a second later. muted wheezes and coughs were the last thing you heard before your eyes fell shut and the world went silent.

"Y/N! Y/N- LET ME GO! LET ME-" shuri's panicked shrieks became louder for a second before you lurched forward with a wheeze. you rolled onto your side limply to choke out the water that was forced out of your chest suddenly. air rushed into your lungs just to be rejected with each desperate breath you took, forceful coughs and wheezes sputtered from your throat harshly. water dripped from your nose and ears, everything burned inside as you gripped okoye’s arm with a clenched fist. when you were finally able to take a complete breath, your eyes started to droop and your body felt like a bag of rocks. suddenly, you felt yourself falling back and once again everything went black.

the hand shuri placed on your back made you jump slightly and she soothed just above a whisper, "hey hey it's okay. it's just me, bhabha~ baby." your shoulders visably relaxed and you bitterly asked, "why are you here? i know you had a meeting at this hour." shuri sucked in a breath and let out a sigh, she knew you'd be like this. ever since everything happened you had been distant and colder than normal to everyone. including the nurses and doctors that were in charge of your recovery which resulted in it taking much longer than normal, especially because your wounds weren't all physical.

the princess told you, "mother excused me from the meetings. the doctor told us that you haven't been cooperating for treatment." your gaze dropped from the window and you swallowed thickly before stating, "so they think sending you up here to babysit me will make me do what they want?" when shuri was silent you scoffed in annoyance, "i assumed as much. and it won't work so you can save your time and just leave."

shuri slipped her hand behind your waist and she gently coaxed, "what is the problem, darling." you shrugged and said as coolly as you could to disguise the tremor in your voice, "nothing. i am just not in the mood to see the doctors today." when your gaze crossed with shuri's you noticed her brows knitted together and the stoic look on her face.

fuck.

your girlfriend let out a hum of disapproval and rejection then a simple, "uyaxoka~ you're lying." shuri learned all of your tells before you both turned eight. she could read you like a book and you could do the same, which is how she knew there was more to it than you were letting on.

shuri lifted your chin with her finger and you faced her as she asked once more, "intoni ingxakhi~ what's wrong?" you bit the corner of your lip then decided to cut the shit and actually answer her questions.

you admitted in a whisper, "i have to bathe..."

shuri leaned closer to you and you repeated yourself once again, this time with a quivering voice, "they told me i have to take a bath." you shrugged shuri's other hand off of your shoulder then walked back to your bed. while sitting on the edge, you toyed with your fingers anxiously under the princess' gaze. she crossed the room and knelt before you with her hands on your knees, "i need you to talk to me so i can understand how to help you, my love."

you kept your eyes fixated on your lap and quietly rambled, "the water...i- i can' t- they'll make me get in the water and i can't- shuri i can't. it's like i'm there again and i feel like- i feel like i can't breathe and all i think about is that day and just...don't make me , shuri please don't make me..." your voice tapered off into sobs as shuri embraced you in a hug that you didn't pull away from. she shushed you quietly as she held you close, your fingers gripping the back of her top as if you were scared of letting her go.

nearly an hour later you had managed to get into the bathroom and you sat in the half full bathtub. a thin sheet of plastic covered the stitches on your side to prevent them from getting wet. despite the doctor's desperate efforts to use the usual wakandan healing methods, you never cooperated long enough to let them work. even with stitches instead of some medical grade vibranium treatment, you already had to be treated three times over due to ripping your stitches once and resisting treatment twice before that.

but now you were doing better physically- the broken ankle and leg you sustained were healing properly, and you were to start physical therapy soon. regarding your psychological healing...it was still a work in progress but you sitting in the bathtub now was a huge improvement from before.

shuri dragged the warm washcloth over your back and your eyes began to fall shut. as she washed your body with careful hands, she spoke, "uphilile~ are you okay?" there was a small hum that was just loud enough for shuri to hear before you sleepily murmured, "ewe~ yes." shuri relaxed slightly but continued rinsing your body one last time before wrapping you in a warm towel. shuri insisted that you let her take care of you so you let her help you into a fresh pair of chocolate brown silk pajamas.

she wrapped you in a blanket as well before having someone bring a warm cup of your favorite tea to the room. you settled on your bed next to shuri with your hands wrapped around your favorite mug. your girlfriend shook her head in amusement as she watched you take a sip from the chipped ceramic 'worlds best grandpa' mug that you loved more than any of the expensive china shuri offered you. her arm wrapped over your shoulder and you melted into her touch once again.

you drew your feet up and under the blanket and asked, "may you please read me something?" shuri agreed and quickly pulled a novel from your wall to wall bookshelf before settling back against you. although you've read the book countless times, shuri knew it was a favorite of yours. you finished your tea and set your mug aside while you listened to shuri reading. she only got a few pages in before you started to doze off.

shuri was tempted to let you sleep but she had one rule from the doctors which was to keep you awake during the day so you slept through the night. the princess nudged you and asked, "you know the rules, no sleeping yet right?" you whined and mumbled, "i can't help it shuri." your girlfriend remained quiet then started shifting as if she was going to leave which got your attention and you groaned, "fine. i'm awake, i'm awake. now please continue...i just want to hear your voice."

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