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bluriki · 7 months

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ꪆৎ two days ﹫ lhs

; pair bf!heeseung x fem!reader ; sum all you need is heeseung to tell you he loves you ; genre fluff , f2l , not proofread

it took you two days to realize how much heeseung loved you. he never said it, you deemed it was because you both were friends. best friends at that. best friends weren't supposed to fall in love yet that's what happened.

two days ago heeseung was drying your hair after a shower you desperately needed. it had rained that day and you begged heeseung to come play outside with you. it mightve been then that you realized you loved him too.

heeseung used your blow dryer to dry your hair. his fingers gently ran through your hair softly as the warm air blew against your scalp. he made sure that you hair was all dry before turning the blow dryer off and brushing out the tangles one last time.

he looked so content doing your hair. if someone would've walked in on you they would've thought it was a normal occurrence. they would've been fooled into thinking your six year friendship was something more.

the next day heeseung came over to your apartment, fast food bags in his hand. when you opened the door for him he lifted the bags with a soft smile placed in his face. "hungry?" he asked in a soft tone. of course you were hungry, you'd never skip a meal with heeseung.

that evening had been eventful. giggles faded into the air as heeseung told you his horrible horrible dad jokes. smiles were placed on both your faces that night. you noticed something in heeseungs eyes as he looked at you. was it fondness, affection, or was it all your imagination? you didn't know. you thought you'd never figure it out.

you hadn't seen heeseung today but you were dying to. you had finally figured out his feelings for you. he didn't have to tell you he loved you for you to know he did. it was all so obvious yet you were so blind you missed all the signs.

those days he held you as you cried to some silly drama and screamed at the evil characters, those were the days you wanted to relive with heeseung. but just without the friend title.

you wanted to live those with the lovers title. you wanted everyone to know how much you meant to heeseung and how much he meant to you. you wanted to share the most simplest moments with him.

you wanted to brush your teeth and wash your face before going to bed with him. you wanted to sing karaoke with him in your small living room, giggling as your voice cracks on the high note.

you wanted him to teach you how to dance the most intricate dance just so his body could be pressed to yours and end up slow dancing in the silent evening. you wanted him to know how foolish you were not picking up on his hints. you wanted him to know you loved him.

a soft ring of your phone interrupted your train of thought. you searched for your phone on the couch, finally finding it and looking at the ID.

a smile made its way on your lips as you answered the phone. but it was quickly swiped off when you heard what heeseung said. "can you open the door, i've been knocking for the past five minutes."

immediately you ran to the front door, opening it up just to see the person you wanted to see the most. "hi." he said, a perfect smile laced onto his lips. you smiled before stepping back to let him in.

"what are you doing here?" you didn't think just seeing heeseung would make your heart do flips but i guess you were wrong.

"can i not come see my best friend?" he asked with a smirk on his lips. your face flushed but it all fell down when you registered his last two words.

you just wanted him to ask you out already. you wanted him to pull you in his arms and kiss your forehead.

maybe it was because you had thought long and hard about the fact that he loved you, but you muttered some words you never thought you would say out loud.

"am i just a best friend to you?" okay, that was not good. heeseungs face fell the second you finished your question. you heard him shuffle in front of you, not allowing yourself to look at him.

"what do you mean?" he asked with a shaky voice. you could hear the way his voice shook as he answered you with a question.

"you think of me more than a friend, right?" you noticed the way heeseungs adams apple moved up and down as he gulped. you noticed the way his ears turned a bright red.

"where did you hear that?" he asked with an awkward laugh. you felt your heart stop for a second. he looked nervous and you hated it.

"you can tell me, im not one who would stop being your friend, you know that, right?" heeseung nodded. he looked down and took a deep breath.

"i do... uh i do think of you as more than a friend—" he took another breath before raising his eyes to meet your eyes. "—but i didn't tell you because i thought you'd leave. i can't live without you. you mean way too much to just have you walk out of my life."

you stopped breathing. hearing the words fall from his lips made everything feel real. you took a shaky breath before stepping forward.

"me too." you smiled softly. "i think of you more than a friend. i realized when you dried my hair the other day." you looked down, fingers playing with each other.

"i'd like to try with you." you whispered. you heard heeseung take a breath in. "only if you want." you added, scared of his response. heeseung took your hand in his and stepped forward. "then we should try."

the soft smile on his face spoke millions of words. everything was gonna be okay. you smiled happily and crushed him in big a hug.

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romaritimeharbor · 4 months

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I'LL SEE YOU WHEN I FALL ASLEEP. — The Tokito family's oldest child returns home.

— trigger & content warnings. contains spoilers for the infinity castle arc & takes place around/after the end of the manga, major character death, grief, self-hatred, survivor's guilt, etc.

— pairings & notes. hurt/comfort. kamado tanjiro, kamado nezuko & reader, but the fic is still muichiro-centric. reader is 16 and is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used). reader was a demon slayer. reader is muichiro and yuichiro's older sibling. 3.1k words.

— author's thoughts. suffer, manga readers :) anyways why are there so few platonic fics about mui and yui??? they are literally my sons. please. begging the kny community to write more platonic content about them sobs weeps cries /lh

Morning sunlight kisses their skin tenderly, caressing their face with its reassuring touch, but it does nothing to soothe the dull ache in their chest.

In the absence of all else, that dull ache perpetually remains—a constant, ringing reminder of their utter failures as a person. Of their failures as their family's oldest child. When they feel nothing, when all of their tears have run dry and left them with vacant emptiness, that dull ache remains still. When the tears fall endlessly, ever continuing regardless of how many times they try to dry their face, it remains still.

Inconsolable, that is what they were. Wholly and truly inconsolable.

'It wasn't your fault,' Tanjiro would insist over and over, because he knows not what other words he can say to them, because he knows what it is like. What else could he possibly say to ease their grief? He hasn't the slightest idea, because really... there is nothing. Nothing to say, nothing to do, other than sit beside them and let the grief come and go as it does—it is a nonlinear thing, grief. Tanjiro knows the process all too well. It will get better and then worse, before repeating the cycle again and again. He knows there is nothing he can do other than hold their hand throughout it all. There is no getting rid of the pain before it heals on its own time, so the words he chooses are 'You will feel okay one day.'

'They wouldn't want you to linger on it,' Nezuko would say, but she also knew not what to tell them. She, much like her older brother, is not unfamiliar with the guilt they felt for simply being alive. She knows that feeling all too well. She does not recall much from her time as a demon—she has explained that those memories are more like a distant dream, something she cannot quite touch and can only catch brief glimpses of, rather than actual memories she can recall at will. Despite that, she knows it hurt when she discovered herself to be the only one who survived that day. It still hurts. Less, but it does. She knows not what to say to them, but she knows that time heals, so the words she chooses are 'You will feel okay one day.'

Dew clings to the grass and leaves. The dirt squishes beneath their steps. A thin fog (a mist, they dare think, but the fleeting thought makes their stomach drop, so they do their best to rid their mind of it) has settled just above ground level, and they absently wonder if it rained the night before; it must have. They hadn't noticed.

It would be borderline impossible to, with the night they had. Being perceptive of and attentive to minute details such as whether or not it had rained a few hours prior was not in the forefront of their dazed mind at the moment.

(They did not sleep well, thoughts too preoccupied with the memories of what once was, of what could have still been.

...But the reality they dreamed of was not theirs, because they failed. They curse the world for plaguing them with such dreams—it was as if they were forced to peek into another universe, where they are happier now, helpless to snap their gaze away until whatever being tormenting them decided they had suffered enough. A punishment, that's what it was. A vile, awful, enraging punishment. Haven't they suffered enough?

Though, maybe they should at least be happy for them in that alternate universe. At least they're happy somewhere.

The thought is both comforting and devastating. Maybe if they hadn't been such a useless older sibling, they would be that joyful, too.)

The trek up the mountain was not nearly long enough; they hardly had any time at all to gather their thoughts, to swallow back the growing lump in their throat, before a vacant home entered their vision. It has been vacant for quite some time now, but the sting of what happened there almost three years ago feels exceptionally fresh, knowing that the twin who survived that event was also long gone now. The slightly chilly breeze stirs around them, swirling a few green and brown leaves that their trees had begun to shed. It welcomes them home, brushing across their skin and causing goosebumps to raise, beckoning them closer.

Fall will arrive soon.

...It has been some time since the nights have become safer to travel through. For the first time in thousands of years, demons were not a concern; the concerns now were more mundane. Animals, other humans, tripping over a tree root hidden by the darkness and getting wounded... yes, it has been quite some time since demons became a threat of the past. A few months, at the very least, but the pain of loss has grown no easier to bear. If anything, it has dug its vicious claws into their aching chest even further, threatening to tear open their ribcage and rip their bruised heart out at any moment.

It wouldn't be anything they didn't deserve, if that were to happen. It would be better that way.

...Tanjiro would tell them off for thinking like that, in the nicest and gentlest words he could manage. Their brothers would, too. Though, they're relatively certain that both of their brothers would use much harsher words. The thought might've made them laugh under another circumstance.

Even if they wanted everything to end already, they had no choice but to live, despite how much it pained them to do so. Maybe, just maybe, there will come a day in which living no longer feels like a knife to the chest.

That's something to look forward to. The day when their heart will not stutter when they see this vacant house. The day where they will not think 'It should have been me.'

Much to their surprise, there was no moss climbing up the headstones situated at the side of the house, and the grass was neatly tamed.

Someone had been here recently, then.

Sanemi? Giyuu? Perhaps Kanamori or Kotetsu. All options were equally likely; Sanemi, who they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt understood how they felt. Giyuu, who routinely paid respects to his fellow Hashira that fell in battle. Kanamori and Kotetsu, who may very well have died if not for their youngest brother's intervention back in the Swordsmith Village. They weren't quite sure who had been here (maybe they would ask around later, if for no other reason but to thank that person or those people), but... the gesture sent a wave of fresh tears to their eyes.

They hesitate, frozen in place. Shaking hands rise to their chest, clasped together in a poor attempt to put an end the trembling, and they briefly consider leaving.

It would be rude, though. To make the trek all the way up the mountain, to trick their beloved little brothers into thinking they were visiting, just to leave. They were never that cruel. Grief would not become their excuse for ignoring their brothers... or what was left of them, anyway.

Ginko sits on their shoulder. She has grown quieter than the used to be, and they know the loss has also impacted her. Still, she isn't completely placated, and she grumbles, "Are you just going to stand here like an idiot?"

"You've got working wings," they retort. "Go first, if you're so impatient."

She huffs, batting her comedically long eyelashes as she turns her little head away from them petulantly. She does not leave their shoulder. Ginko has never been nice or pleasant—she was only ever nice to Muichiro, really. Everyone else, including them, would shown get her nastier side. Spoiled princess are the words they would use to describe her, personally... but she isn't heartless. She does not dare move forward before they do.

(They know she isn't heartless. They still sometimes think about how weak and sick she became after the tragedy, and really, they were no better. She had slept by their side for weeks. Whether to keep them or herself company, they did not know, nor did they really care. She was their closest companion for the first few weeks, when they were too tired and absentminded to bother seeking anyone else out.

What an odd situation to have been in, where their best company was the bratty crow that used to deliver their brother's mission assignments. It feels unreal to think about, but it is the truth.)

Steeling their resolve, they move forward.

In front of the four grave markers, they kneel, paying no mind to the wet dirt and cool grass sticking to their clothes. If anything, the cold is welcomed. Their flesh burns hot with the weight of their grief. The cold touch feels forgiving, welcoming. Ginko stretches her wings and delicately glides over to perch on top of her former master's headstone.

Between the middle two stones sits their blade, sunk deep into the dirt, never to be touched again. Vines have begun ascending the half that still stuck out of the ground. It would be difficult to get it out, they think. Good. There it shall remain, never to be used again, a monument honoring their family and the sacrifices made to protect the world when the world never knew it was in danger in the first place.

They sit like that in silence for a moment, a chill ascending their spine as the cool morning wind kissed the crown of their head and brushed through their hair.

A moment passes. Then another.

And finally, they manage something:

"Hi," they say, voice coming out unsurprisingly meek and quiet. They're sure that if they tried to speak any louder, any clearer, their voice would crack and break. "Mama, papa, Yuichiro, Muichiro... I'm home. Again." It is at this point that their tone wavers somewhat. Their hands, now situated in their lap, immediately latch onto one another again in an attempt to steady themselves somehow. "Um, Tanjiro and Nezuko are here too. Or they will be. They just wanted to give me space first."

Muichiro would be excited to see the two, they think. He always got along particularly well with Tanjiro, and Nezuko was the kind of child who had a very kind demeanor about her, so most people grew to like her even when she was a demon.

They're hardly aware of the stinging in their eyes—it's a feeling they've grown very used to, as if it was their most natural state of being. It may as well have been. It's what they had become accustomed to feeling in the past months; it was either that, or a dreadful emptiness that made their entire body feel weightless, as if they barely existed.

It was always too little or too much.

When would they be able to come here without crying?

"I'm sorry," they choke out, folding in on themselves. Locks of their hair fall forward, forming a curtain around their face that hides their pitifully broken expression from prying eyes, and their forehead ever so slightly comes into contact with the damp dirt below. "I'm so— I'm so sorry," they weep, "I should have done more. It should— should be me buried, n— not you, not any of you—"

There is a dagger stuck inches deep in their gut. It feels as if someone has twisted it, now, because as they speak through their cries, they remember that Muichiro was never buried. His body was never recovered. It only makes the hot tears stinging their cheeks pour out with more force.

Buried in the spot the grave marked were only some of his personal belongings along with things he was known to like.

There was nothing they could have possibly done to change what happened to their parents; it was just a stroke of terrible luck for the both of them that would not have been changed regardless of what they did differently, but in a hysterical state, there is no room for nuance. Grief blends together, and they can't think clearly enough to verbally distinguish between if they meant 'It should have been me' in reference the twins or for their parents.

The answer was clear nonetheless. It hung in the air, ever present.

It should have been them instead of Yuichiro that day.

It should have been them instead of Muichiro that day.

Would either of those outcomes have changed anything?

If it had been them dying in Yuichiro's place, what would have happened that night in the Infinity Castle? Would both twins have died regardless, making their sacrifice utterly meaningless? Would only one have died, leaving the other to exist completely and entirely alone in the world? If they had died in Muichiro's place, would he be the one knelt before their grave, wishing it'd been him instead?

How selfish of them to wish it had been them instead.

How selfish of them to want their brothers to hurt like this instead of them.

...But they know that isn't what they're trying to imply. No, they would rather suffer this pain a million times over to spare their siblings the pain of having to feel it even once.

What they wanted was to give even one of the twins a chance to live past twelve or fourteen; both died far too young, meanwhile they lived on. They had turned sixteen recently (or was it a while ago? They were uncertain; the days, weeks, and months had all blended together in a blur of agony). They had no choice but to keep living, to keep aging, when it should be their little brothers instead of them living on and growing up together.

A soft hand on their shoulder causes their breath to hitch, and they adjust, peering upwards.

Tanjiro is there now.

He's crouching down, fingers softly kneading their shoulder. When he sees that they're looking at them, his half-blind gaze softens, and he smiles.

It makes their heart ache.

"It's okay," he whispers, and they are suddenly hyper-aware of the gloss over his eyes. He must have heard them. 'Don't cry for me,' they want to say, but the words don't come out, and they know he would cry for them regardless of if they told him not to. "It's going to be okay one day."

Ginko glares at him a bit. It's her least favorite rhetoric to hear—'It's okay.' She doesn't say anything, though. because he is not saying it to her, and if it comforts them even the slightest bit... well, she supposes she can tolerate it.

A stifled whine manages to shove its way past their barely parted lips. They squeeze their eyes shut, hoping to stop the tears.

It doesn't work, of course, and they can only break out into another sob.

The boy's gaze is warm, too warm—it looks too much like their father's.

Tanjiro, ever the patient and kindly person that he was, sits there with them until their tears run dry. They want to cry more. They want to curl up into a ball and let the Earth take their body so that the pain would finally cease.

They cannot, however. Their only choice is to sit up and continue forward, one day at a time.

Straightening their spine, they sit up, turning fully to Tanjiro with tired eyes.

"Do you feel better?"

"No."

He reaches out and squeezes one of their hands, face twisted in empathy. He doesn't seem to care about the dirt that has clung onto their palms. In silence, with only Tanjiro and Ginko at their side (more or less; the crow has yet to move from Muichiro's headstone, but her presence is enough for them), they sit.

It's a few moments later that they register the sound of dirt squishing under someone's steps, and they turn their head.

It's Nezuko. In her hands is a small basket.

"I'm here," she says with a kind smile. She looks like her brother when she smiles like that, they think. Her gaze is just as warm as Tanjiro's is when her eyes land on them. "I brought rice balls and paper."

...Rice balls. She brought food.

Nezuko was always adamant on pestering them about self-care in the first few weeks following Muichiro's death. 'He wouldn't want you to destroy yourself like this,' she had said at one point, a stern glare fixed on her face. 'Your brother being gone now is no excuse to neglect your health. Please eat, [Name], if not for him or for yourself, then for me. For Tanjiro. For everyone living who still loves you and worries about you.'

Her tender, worried attentiveness almost makes them want to cry again, but they have no tears left to give

On the rare occasion where they would not listen to her, she would get Sanemi, who would threaten to kick their ass if they didn't get themselves together. The threat of being beat up by the former Wind Hashira was usually enough to convince them, but they doubt that he ever would have actually done it—Shinazugawa Sanemi is many things. He is not a hypocrite when it comes to the matters of being the eldest sibling... not anymore, anyway. He was once, but he is not now. The grief he carries resonates deeply with theirs, and he was not taking particularly good care of himself, either.

They should probably visit him one of these days. He might be in need of the company, though he would never say that out loud.

"Paper?" they wonder quietly, hoarsely, head tilting to the side inquisitively. Neither sibling seems to mind the scratchiness of their voice. "

Tanjiro's face then brightens. "Want to see who can throw a paper airplane the farthest out of the three of us?"

Oh. Oh.

"...I'm going to absolutely annihilate you both at that." Something stirs in their chest. For the first time in a while, the dullness fades somewhat, and there's a thrilling edge taking its place. Their eyes shift between the Kamado siblings. "I'm the one who taught Mui how to get so good at it. You don't stand a chance. You do realize that, right?"

He grins. "We'll see!"

For the first time in months, they feel something other than void emptiness or overwhelming grief.

The wind rustles around them again, and they like to think that Muichiro is there, cheering them on from where they cannot see or hear him.

...But they do feel him, and that is enough for now.

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silversainz · 2 years

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if ur if requests are still open could i ask for one with singer!yn and she’s secretly dating lewis but another driver (maybeeeee charles or daniel hehe) names her as his celeb crush and is always liking her pics so when they confirm it everyone’s like someone check on charles/daniel 💀

him – LH 44

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> y/n/l/n glad you did Lewis 🥰

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Mickshoemacher please this is so odd

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Hamtilony/n Lewis opinion on y/n 🎤

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LewisHamilton my dearest love 💗

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> itsonlysainz55 y/n what does this mean WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

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warnings : hurt/comfort, bits of angst, lots of comfort, implications of nightmares, scara is just someone i want to comfort alr cries

@floraldresvi this is all your fault /j /lh

“don’t leave me.”

you feel his fingers curled around your wrist, almost weak, and if you wanted to, pull away (as if giving you the chance to, when everything about him says don’t.) but, of course, you don’t. if anything, you stayed. you slowly slipped back into the sheets of the bed the two of your shared, creaking beneath you. seeing this, his hold on you only tightened a bit.

“please.” his voice cracks, and seldom did he let it happen. no more than a whisper, the word, and yet, in the quiet of the nigh of night, it’s almost too much. “stay. just… stay. don’t go.”

he lies on his side and it’s only then when you turn on yours do you see how frail, delicate, he is. an unsettling fog clouds his eyes and all he sees is you, you, you, and feels only you. he’s trembling. he tugs your hand to his lips, and it brushes just below the palm of your hand, your wrist - where your pulse rests just underneath.

he sighs, and it’s one full of relief if you ever heard one before - shaky, unsure, but enough of an affirmation for him.

“of course i’ll stay, kuni.” his breath catches in his throat with that name. “you don’t even have to ask or tell me, you don’t even have to say anything.”

you close your fingers on his and gently draw it closer to your lips, where you pepper his knuckles with the softest of kisses. his eyes follow your every move, even as subtle as it is. “i’ll stay with you for as long as i can, until the end. the very end.”

your other hand cradles his cheek, lightly stroking his skin as the faint moonlight, peeking from the slits of the curtains, coats him in a solemn light.

it’s not always that you see him in a fragile state, let alone to let another witness it. so vulnerable, always relying on himself rather than anyone else - because why would he? time and time again had the world hurt him, leaving yet another scar on his skin, and telling him that it’s time to cave into himself.

and you’d like to think he’d heal from said scars. they will leave traces, of course, and it’ll always serves as reminders that’ll continue to linger in remnants of memories, but no longer tender, raw. and you’d do anything for him on that path.

“…you’re…”

“no, i’m not going to leave you.”

his hand shuffles to your shirt, clutching onto it, catching wrinkles in the palm of his hand. “and…”

“and yes, i mean it.” your words are a lull, light, caring, and he finds himself being able to breathe again. “i don’t regret anything i said to you, did for you, let alone being with you.“

and in the silence that follows, all you do is hold his hand, intertwined, as it rests on the small space between the two of you as he finds himself feeling… airy, lighter, in the simple way the two of you are connected.

you’re here.

he holds you tighter.

you’re alive.

you smile.

you’re still alive.

“…what did i do to…deserve you…?”

“you loved me,” is the last thing he heard you murmur before slipping under unconsciousness. safe to say, he slept well that night.

with you close.

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#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin impact drabbles #genshin drabbles #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you

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vetteltea · 1 year

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willing to bet my LIFE on max and lando being the best girl dads ever like are you kidding me (everyone js going to say charles because of the baby video but these guys are underrated). also LEWIS??? with a girl??? we’ve all seen him with willow like this man needs a child asap (im willing)

I should have a hatred for Max Verstappen but I've truly grown to love him over the past few months.

I'm completely with you, baby. Max as a girl dad is everything - we've seen how he is with P, could you imagine that with his own little girl? Deffo the father to be carrying around a baby bag at all time - I think Horner or GP gift him a red-bull themed one with how much he carries it around.

Baby Verstappen is at nearly every race, too. I'm thinking she's born in the winter so him and mama can spend time with her, everyone is in awe when he comes into pre-season testing with his little family.

will ALWAYS go straight to her after his podium, there will always be a photo of him carrying her out of the paddock, his little baby girl will always be his priority.

When she gets older he's such a dad to be at every dance recital, every birthday party, every show she does at school. He cries a lot, too. His baby girl grows up too fast.

I can so see Lando as a girl dad too! I feel like when she's first born he's a little nervous because he wants to be the best and she's so tiny to him; but the nerves go the moment she's in his arms.

Deffo the type of dad to let her get away with anything and then blame himself later. She once ripped apart her entire nursery and he painstakingly had to clean it before Mama got home that evening.

He so treats her as one of the boys; whenever there's a lunch or something, she's coming with. Max, Carlos, all of his mates and Quadrant, they soon learn if you're inviting Lando, you're inviting baby Norris, too.

Speaking of Quadrant, baby Norris is a guest on streams pretty frequently as she gets older? She'll sit on Lando's lap with a pair of too big headphones and be watching in awe as her dad plays some really cool games and cuddles into him whilst he does.

Lewis? With a baby girl? Man, I love LH SO much and to see him with a little girl would kill me.

We see how he Is with Roscoe and that's just his fur baby, imagine him with a real baby? How he wants her with him all the time, he's letting her crawl around the paddock, sit in his car whilst the tests are being run.

Toto is SO her unofficial grandpa, he's in awe when Lewis brings her in for the first time, she's a little unsure of his height but she grows to love Toto, but nowhere near as much as her daddy.

I feel like Lewis is just...he's such a good dad? She never has to hide anything from him, he's always there with good advice and a warm hug, he wants her to understand that just because she's a girl, doesn't mean she can't achieve whatever she sets her mind to - he's such a positive for her.

#I really went off here yikes #went from writing smut on google docs to this #LH44 #Lewis Hamilton #LN4 #Lando Norris #MV1 #Max Verstappen

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casualheizouenjoyers · 1 year

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“fuck sweden” “…you haven’t seen me in two weeks and that’s the first thing you say????”

youtube au! 5wirl x reader who just got back from a long trip

if you’re from sweden i’ll fight you /j

literally writing this while in the customs line

Aether

has one of those cute “Welcome Home” signs where he’s waiting by your gate <333

such a sweetheart fr, he brings you comfort snacks and flowers i love this man

bro out here acting like he didnt stay up late so he could facetime you every night 💀

will be clingy because while you obviously stayed in contact he missed having you physically there with him <3

will post a picture of you guys at the airport with a really cheesy caption, something like “they’re back ❤️❤️❤️”

his friends call him a simp but it’s okay cause he loves you

and yes he’s picking you up alone because he wants some time for just the two of you before the rest of 5wirl bother you lmao

cries when you give him souvenirs cause you know he likes to collect them

will ask you a million questions about where you went so he can plan a travel vlog so be prepared once he’s used to having you around again to never know peace /lh

Venti

menace, literally sobbing at your gate waiting for you. it’s okay though cause he’s pretty and brought you flowers

and like ten “welcome home” balloons 💀

dragged xiao along with him because no one trusts this man behind a wheel

a moment of silence for xiao’s suffering as a third wheel

anyone watching you two reunite would think you were gone for YEARS and he hasn’t been able to contact you for their enterity

will leave you at the airport if you didn’t buy him souvenirs /hj

takes a million pictures, makes like three different posts full of old pictures of you when you’re gone and has some emo ass captions (taking inspo from xiao fr /j)

as soon as you’re back he posts pictures of you at the airport and captions it “didn’t even know they left” and deletes his angsty posts like bro you’re not fooling anyone 💀

forces xiao to take pictures of you guys together cause that’s what besties are for

never lets you vacation by yourself

Xiao

won’t show it too much but is SO happy to have you back

panic called heizou to ask what a good gift would be to welcome you back and heizou, like a normal person is like “give them flowers”

xiao is like fuck that and brings you flowers, your favorite chocolates and boba

denies that he picked those gifts out of his own free will (heizou snitches lmao)

doesn’t even say anything just instantly hugs you really tight, he needs a moment

has your favorite takeout waiting for you with the rest of 5wirl and some of your friends to surprise you :D

is going on vacation next time with you, non-negotiable /hj

Kazuha

just like aether has a cute little “Welcome Home” sign and a small bouquet of flowers, keeping it simple and sweet

kinda unrelated but i just KNOW his car smells heavenly and is cozy but still super clean

takes your luggage, he refuses to let you handle even a single backpack because yoh must be exhausted (the others would do the same but would let you carry your own backpack and are just not as extreme as kazuha is about it. bro is usually chill but he won’t budge on this)

ordered your favorite takeout ahead of time to be at your house ((lowkey craving some chipotle as i’m writing this))

posts a really cute poem about you on his alt twitter and how happy he is to have you in his arms again <3333

made a playlist for y’all to listen to as he’s driving, encourages you to take a nap in the car and drives as gently as possible

Heizou

brings you flowers and a cute little card <3

he told you not to tell him the gate you’re at so he could deduce it with his amazing abilities (he looked it up online but shush he wanted to tease you)

kisses your cheek, steals your bags and replaces them with a cute little chocolate box that he totally didn’t buy last minute at the airport 💀

kazuha is waiting in the airport parking lot for y’all because while heizou can drive first of all kazuha’s car is the nicest in the world and if he can make an excuse to be in it he will and second of all he wants to cuddle with you in the backseat <3

will not let you do anything for the rest of the week, as a detective who totally has credentials he sentences you to a week of relaxing on the couch and snuggling while watching movies sorry :P

will begrudgingly invite the rest of 5wirl but only if they bring snacks

#aris writes #5wirl x reader #omg aris actually posted something #aether x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader

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jaylaxies · 1 year

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AKSHZISNSKAZMNZKZSPWKWOQUQ

so like idol!hee and idol!yn.

he has been very booked and busy for the past weeks because their cb is gonna be smthn engenes have never seen before + it was following another world tour so it was pretty self explanatory that u two spent a lot of time apart. one day tho u decided to pay him a surprise visit. no special occasions in particular — just missing him dearly:( he does too ofc <3 you were wearing a cute pink skirt he bought for you and a white off-shoulder croptop. you peeped inside the dance studio to see heeseung practicing the choreography by himself. you watched him as his body moves to the beat of the music. oh how that body can do so many miracles. it stayed like that for a while until your eyes locked in the view of the mirror. he turned his head swiftly and as you responded "surprise!" only then did he confirm it was really you. you entered the studio carefully, trying not to make any loud noises while closing the door behind you as hee sprinted towards you and lifted you up from the ground while hugging you tightly. "i missed you so much oh my fucking god..." he cried with his face buried in your chest. you tried hugging him back but your arms were pinned to your sides by his hug so you pat his hips instead. "i missed you more" he chuckles at the response. he finally puts you down after what felt like forever being up in the air. "im really sorry for neglecting you these past few days..." he held your hand before planting a soft kiss while maintaining eye contact. you caressed his cheek with his free hand and softened your gaze "its okay! really, your career should always come second in your priority. first is family, yeah?" he whines. "why are you so understanding you're making me feel bad~" he pulls you into another hug while burying his face in your neck. you laughed as you were finally able to hug him back. "what? do you want to fist fight? we can do that too!" you asked teasingly. you shared a laugh and stayed hugging for a little longer before heeseung decided to start kissing your neck. "h-hee? what are you doing?" you snickered at the ticklish sensation. "i missed you so much~" he started biting and sucking alternatively. you groaned as you bit your lip, suppressing any noise coming out for the boys and the staff to hear. "let's go the recording studio, it's sound proof there" he whispered in your ear. his voice was full of lust and desperation, it sent shivers to your spine but you would be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. you gave a small nod in response and just like that, he lifted you up, hands on your ass for support ad he carried you to the recording studio and boy were you glad it was soundproof.

this is your fault aria /lh

ily <3

heeseung fucking you in the recording studio just makes sense because of course that guy is gonna make you moan, not to mention how deeply he groans whenever he pushes his thick cock deep inside your tight cunt. yet, you have to be careful cause what if someone comes in? does heeseung care thought? no. he can only focus on how you’re in his arms and how his cock feels like it’s in heaven whenever he thrusts inside your warm pussy. that’s not all, he doesn’t settle for one round, he wants multiple simply because he’s missed you so fucking much. but the question is that—how are you gonna get out of the studio with your cunt leaking full of his cum without anyone noticing?

#🌵 — uri!#this is so hot i love your brain sm ily ily #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut

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crguang · 3 months

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Hi!! i want to make a prompts request from your event. Its the angst one

Its Natasha x f!reader who's dying..😏

prompts #5 : "why didn't you say h-how bad it was?"

prompts #6: "am i going to die?"

The story can start by Reader follows the trailblazers to defeat cocolia..but I don't mind if you have another ideas 🤝🤝

my period came today and before writing this i started thinking about how many patients natasha must have lost and how shaky her voice was when she learned her father passed away in her companion quest. and how she thanks her patients for surviving particularly gruesome surgeries. i genuinely cried writing this and had to stop cause i couldnt see the keyboard anymore so i hope youre happy. /lh

You’re falling. The cloudy sky is a blur, the only thing you can distinguish, and harsh winter winds are in your ears deafening you to the world beyond muted grays and boring whites. Your body is weightless and your mind is in a daze, compelling you to close your eyes and succumb to the temptation of oblivion. You spend a lifetime in the air, the moment stretches until you can’t anticipate the end of it; perhaps it was mere seconds or a full minute, but the thoughts breezing past your foggy mind compose decades worth of memories. Chastising hands swatting you away, carefree laughter between closed doors, a tangle of legs and warm sheets— then it’s a faceless person waving their hand in front of your face, handing you something soft and small before stepping into your personal space. You don’t feel a thing where you assume they touched you, a peck on the cheek or a forehead against yours? Or is it meticulous fingers cupping your jaw? You look down to see a keychain-sized teddy bear. The faceless person disappears. There are smaller people, children, swarming your legs with a blank slate where their faces should be. You can’t hear a word, the wind speaks for them as they don’t have a mouth. You are cold, it hits the tip of your nose and spreads to your chest cavity. It’s unpleasant and also irritates your eyes, they flutter shut in response. Against the boundless darkness is a human frame you can’t recognize sitting at a table with something in hand. They are far from you and you have to stare hard to make out the animal plushie and colorful sewing threads. The sight is gone the next instant. You never hit the ground.

You hear an amalgamation of sounds converging together to form a senseless cacophony. Tremors run through your body and you have a fleeting thought that you might be moving, or rather that someone is moving you. You can make out no distinct voices, only a searing pain near your abdomen with every movement and your own strained groans. Time does not pass, you try to open your eyes and fail each attempt. As you’re being carried, fragments of recent events come back to you in broken order; meeting up with Seele and the Astral Express, locking your door this morning, conversing with… Your breathing is ragged and you force your muddled mind to fill in the gaps. Oleg. Conversing with Oleg in the Underworld. But you saw clouds and an unreachable sky, you can’t be in the Underworld. And if you left for the Overworld with Seele in tow, then… something important must have happened. It all hits you in the next instant. The Supreme Guardian, rescuing Bronya, the Engine of Creation— you were injured in the fight. That falling sensation must have been you getting thrown off the enormous robot. Your body jolts in a person’s arms and the pain in your stomach gets too much to bear, you slip in and out of consciousness for what feels like an eternity.

Years of living underground where resources are scarce and people barely make enough to afford their lives have made Natasha resilient against any stressful situations that can come her way. As the leader of Wildfire, the only doctor in town and the person in charge of its largest orphanage, she can’t afford to freeze in front of daunting obstacles because that moment of hesitation might come at the price of someone’s life. She’s lost too many patients, couldn't save too many men and women whose sole crime was to be born in the Underworld. She bears every loss on her chest and does everything in her power not to add any names to that depressing list. She’s decisive and cutthroat when needs be because hundreds of lives depend on her ability to stay upright. Her expressions are practiced as to not alarm her patients or the children under her care whenever she learns disappointing news. Rattling her isn’t an easy feat and even then, she’s able to do her job long enough to save a person from immediate danger.

Her pulse thrums in her ears, so loudly the beeping of machines and urgent orders of the Overworld hospital staff can’t penetrate past the persistent drum that seems to reverberate through every corner of her head. Her vision blurs at the edges as she looks down at her open palms with shaky breaths and sees the tremors in her fingers rendering her immobile. She’s a surgeon with trembling hands standing in a near empty hospital room, head spinning so fast she feels her heart will come out of her throat any second, and a single thought joins the racket inside her skull; she’s useless. She’s faltering, frozen in place, a doctor who can’t heal and a leader who can’t save the people she’s sworn to protect. She feels stripped away of her identity for the long moments she stares at the quiver of her fingers. Without her hands, she can’t do anything. She was too late to arrive and it was a blessing in disguise because she could not have operated or remembered her decades of medical training in front of your pale face and strained breathing. Her legs would have buckled and her hesitation would have worsened both your condition and her mental state. It’s a small comfort that gets lost in the sea of anguish entering her nose and mouth, filling her from the inside until she’s helplessly sinking beneath dark waves. Natasha is drowning. You’re laying on a bed two feet away and hopelessness chills her bones to the fingertips.

The choked noise you make as you try to cough rips her from her defeatist state. She’s at your side in seconds, her shaky hand hovering over your limp one on the white sheets, hesitant for a moment before her palm slides under your cool skin to share some of her warmth with you. She knows it’s pointless, but she hopes her touch will at least provide you some form of comfort. Your eyes move beneath your eyelids, your brows twist, and Natasha rests her forehead against your temple as you stir awake. She softly shushes your pained moans, her fingertips lightly brushing the lines of your palm. Stray tears fall on your skin.

Your throat is on fire, the pain in your abdomen has dulled somewhat, but you feel your strength get sapped out of you with every passing moment. You’re weaker than you were a minute ago and the world’s colors overwhelm you when your eyes sluggishly blink open. Your surroundings are unfamiliar, your mind is clouded, and it takes you too long to feel the hand in yours and the weight against your head. From the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of muted blue hair. Your lips part to speak and your sentence gets stuck in your dry throat. You have to swallow multiple times before you can utter anything.

“Na…”

“I’m here,” Natasha tries her hardest to keep her voice from breaking. The last thing you need is to sense her resignation.

The lights over your head are too bright. Her reassurances are close to your ear, soft and sad. Despite your condition, you long to alleviate her worries.

“Are… you crying?” Her reply doesn’t come and your fingers twitch to hold her hand in a loose grip. “Don’t cry…”

“Does it hurt?”

You can’t shake your head. You swallow again, voice hoarse and breathy. “Not too bad. Did—Did we win?”

Natasha raises her head to meet your eyes. The sight of her ruby irises eases something inside of you. They’re glassy, shining with unshed tears, and you hate being the cause of her pain. She’s had enough of that for a lifetime. Her free hand cups your cheek, soothingly stroking the skin under her thumb.

“Yes. Belobog has a future now,” her small smile trembles. “You got injured. Old wounds reopened and… You were hurt before you left. Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say h-how bad it was?”

You vaguely remember Hook sneaking into Rivet Town and getting caught by fragmentum monsters. She was lucky you saw her, there were quite a few of them, too big for her to take on her own. An icicle pierced the flesh near your ribs but you managed to finish them off and send the girl back to safety. You learned some tricks spending time in the clinic helping Natasha with easy tasks, so you decided to save her the worry and patched yourself up on your own. It didn’t look bad enough to bother her with it; she does so much in a single day, you’d never want to add to the burden she has no choice but to carry.

You think of her question and the despair attached to it. She already has the answer, no words will comfort her now. It gets harder to speak, the burning sensation in your throat is deeply uncomfortable and you have to rest your eyes because of the harsh lighting. The effort you make to breathe steadily is taking a toll on you. A strange feeling overcomes you, and like Nat, you can’t help asking what you know to be true.

“Am I… going to die?”

Natasha turns her head away from you so you don’t see the tears wetting her cheeks. She doesn’t answer, she can’t, but it doesn’t matter.

You strain to hold her hand more tightly and can only squeeze it for a couple seconds. “It’s okay. Nat… I saw the sky and could only think of you.”

You remember the flashes you saw as you were free falling, all moments shared with her. Her voice still rings in your mind, telling you of the sky’s colors during different hours of the day and laughing at the wonder in your eyes. You’d seen it in pictures and books, having lived underground all your life, and today was the first time you experienced it for yourself. You wish she would have been next to you. Natasha seems to compose herself enough to face you. She leans to press a gentle kiss on your forehead and a shuddering breath leaves you. She spends the night at your bedside murmuring sweet nothings into your cheek, weighted I love you’s and soft reassurances that she’ll be okay while she strokes your hair. Her voice is the last thing you hear when your eyes close a final time and oblivion’s embrace is as warm as her loving touch in the palm of your hand.

#sat’s follower event #hsr natasha x reader

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trickstertox · 10 months

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I FINISHED SOMETHING FOR ONCE.

This took me 22 hours and 15 minutes, according to my art program. It was really chugging try to load as the layers added up. In the end, there are 115 layers, including my references.

The poem I used is I Will Rage Against The Dying Of The Light by Eileen Manassin, a response poem to Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas.

Episode 6 was really fun, yeah? That glitch on Grian's end was rather interesting, huh? What if it was more than just a little blip of code? What if it was a glimpse into the afterlife?

Also Episode 8 was so funny and I think it could play into this concept I came up with.

More information under the cut, I just typed... A lot. GEHDNCB

I started this comic a day or two after Episode 6, but it was a big project that took a lot of time and energy. I didn't expect to render at all, yet I did it for the first piece, and pigeonholed myself (/lh).

Jimmy's a golden retriever, we all know he's an excitable ray of sunshine, yeah? I decided that in death, he'd still be blind, seeing everything in thick shadow with glimpses of the world around him. That's why his head is turned when reaching out to Grian, because he only has a vague idea of where he is, but was able to know for sure Lizzie was next to him.

Lizzie perpetually cries (it's scary falling for so far and so long), and has the void in her eyes.

Mumbo doesn't have eyes, but he can still see you. :)

I've drawn Jimmy and Grian before, but never Lizzie or Mumbo. I decided to keep using my old Jimmy art as references for things like face shape, nose, all that. But my Grian art is... Really old. So I scrapped it completely and came up with my own design. I wanted something fresh! Something... New! And I think I delivered, at least I hope I did.

The album art is my thumbnailing... 👀

When I posted this to Instagram, I put November by Sparkbird as the song to play over it, so take that as you will.

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comet-wire · 4 months

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Last night I cried, and I mean UGLY cried at a foul hour because I love Albert Wesker and I hate it. (/Lh)

Like first off, the man's name is Albert??? Need I say more? But then, his name is kinda gothic when you say his full name. I don't know if that's just me. But just simply referring to him as Albert is goofy as fuck considering he's supposed to be a villain in RE. Not only that, he's got paper thin lips. How's he gonna get a kiss kiss??☝️🤨/ref

But it wasn't only that, mind you, it's also because this absolute FUCK, this evil David Bowie and Johnny bravo looking mother fucker, has consumed my life and every waking thought that sometimes it genuinely hurts and that's what I hate about being autistic. It's just how much I want to consume of something once it becomes a special interest and/or hyperfixation. On top of that, Wesker is a special case for me because I found out I technically trauma bonded to him as a comfort character. For the past year and a half now, I got back into RE because of the RE4R and began hyperfixating on said game then it spiraled into hyperfixating about the Wesker's storyline, with project W and so on. I already have a tendency to go back to RE periodically every like two or so years but this has low-key been probably the longest I've consistently fixated on RE without a single break in-between. My dad and I bonded over resident evil, he's one of the people who got me into RE, albeit he watched the movies and I got into the game's. Which means RE means a whole lot to me and since he passed my fixation on it only heightened as a source of comfort. I also found out when you have a comfort character during a horrible period in your life, you very well can trauma bond with said character. So that means out of all characters, I have trauma bonded to Albert Wesker and I am two seconds away from tweaking. 🤩

On top of that, every time @rainbowroadonsteroids sends me something remotely Wesker related I start punching my wall and they bully me for it smh./Lh+nm

Shout out to my favorite human nightlight, Albert Wesker. ☝️🗿

#comet rambles #putting in queue to deploy later #have some misc wesker images because hes an absolute enigma of a man #i wanna put him in a test tube or some kind of containment and study him #hes so strange 🥰#albert wesker #albert wesker dead by daylight #wesker #resident evil #resident evil 5 #resident evil wesker #resident evil albert wesker #project w #im scared of tall people what if Albert leans down and licks my head 😔/ref+j #Calling him by Albert is diabolical but also insanely hilarious to me #like his name is so gothic to me but also very dorky/lh+nm #i love bullying my comfort characters btw if you're new here its just my cuteness aggression smh #i also have to post some psychoanalysis on this guy because he makes me go insane ffs #I also have a wesker collection and it's ever growing #like I have a coffin it's bag and I've ordered several pins for it for example. 😟#ita bag not its bag the fuck i aint fixing that shit #edit: found some typos and.fixed them in post lmfao #was also crying because i want a wesker figure so bad but they're so fucking expensive on ebay etc :“)#rebhfun

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oscconfessions · 4 months

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I love Payjay........ here is why I........ love....... It.....

I think......... for me personally it all started in season 1 (with some things that happened) (temporarily) (shhhhh no deviantart mentioning) because I was a bombjay fan and it was OVER for me. I don't really care about Bomb x OJ anymore, but when the alliance was over I CRIED. Maybe OJ was a bit in the wrong for breaking off the WHOLE alliance, but he did meet his gay boyfriend. I am only semi-mad at him for doing that now. Aquatic Conflict is probably my favorite season 1 episode, just because it's the first one where they really interact with each other, OJ expresses his gratitude for Paper, even wondering why he got out so early. After this, they clearly grow closer!! OJ is shown to be worried about Paper when the stuff with his ev/l self occurs!! Sure maybe it's the bare minimum BUT FOR AN OBJECT SHOW IN THE EARLY 2010S, ITS EVERYTHING. They were clearly very important to each other!! OJ even gets mad at TACO who I'm pretty sure (correct me if I'm wrong) had NOTHING to do with Papers elimination. OJ even talks about winning FOR HIM. Season 2 doesn't share much, but in Everythings A-OJ. OJ trusts him enough to be his lawyer. I'm unaware if objects can get..... law degrees... Though considering the fact MePad (and maybe Toilet?) were representing MePhone in court: I don't think any of them are qualified. I'm sure there was someone else OJ knew that could properly defend someone, but considering the line-up: probably not. In the first episode of S2 as well, Paper is the only one to mention OJs death, and is the only one to tell him they wouldn't be in the second season. OJ though, is fine with it, because they can hang out :)

There is no payjay in season 3.

none

So many times I've heard "they're just best friends!!" and YEAH!! MARRY YOUR BEST FRIEND IF YOU WANT!! I think they're just great. they're married to me, they're happily married and run the hotel. yea. ok I'm sleep deprived. I need to stop payjay posting at 4 am. hi mods. hi sky.hi Baxter. hi oliver. hi pink heart one I don't know the name of. ok bye

payjay propaganda

🍊🫕

:( i dont get a hi? /lh -🗄️

#confession #mod response #/ii #/ii/paper #/ii/oj #/ii/oj/paper #/ii/bomb

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andromeda-galaxy2877 · 1 month

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Hiiiii I’m baaack because, as always, ur writing is lovely. Would you be so kind as to do 16 & 26, s’il te plaît? 👁️👁️

Hi again Ferr! I have more angst for you >:D

Once again, blood and death warning! (sorry guys Ferr brings out the worst in me /pf /lh /pos)

Link to original prompts below!

https://www.tumblr.com/promptsbytaurie/737257254775111680/dialogue-prompts-for-injury?source=share

16: “God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise”

26: “[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop…please….”

It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

All he’d wanted to do was blow off a little steam, take some time out of the Lair. Away from his new responsibilities, away from the new and uncomfortable home they were renovating, away from his fights with Raph. All he’d wanted was peace and quiet.

And maybe a bit of fun. That was the whole reason Leo brought Mikey along with him; well that, and that he’d noticed his youngest brother looking a bit sad as Leo had stormed away from Raph.

So, Leo had gone to Mikey’s room, finding the box turtle hunched at his desk. Neon lights embedded in the ceiling of his train cart painted the room in a soft glow as he drew something— Mikey looked up the moment he heard Leo come in, his expression furrowed in confusion.

“Hey Mike.” Leo had begun with a big grin, hoping it would hide how his heart was racing. How much he was afraid that his recent attitude had driven more than one brother away from him. “Wanna come topside with me to skateboard?” It wasn’t like they had a ramp inside anymore.

After Mikey had agreed, Leo had anticipated a peaceful night. Hanging out with his baby brother, practicing tricks on their skateboards, maybe grabbing a pizza…

…Getting attacked by the Foot Clan had not been a part of the plan.

The two turtles hadn’t been expecting a fight, let alone such a sudden ambush.

Leo noticed Mikey had opted to use his skateboard as a weapon, flinging it around with his kusari-fundo. The slider chuckled as his little brother flung one of the foot soldiers clean off their feet and careening right into another.

“Nice throw, little brother!” Leo called, grinning as Mikey shot him a thumbs up. And then the box turtle’s expression did something horrible.

It twisted, horror sharpening— before he was suddenly at Leo’s side, shoving him with a scream to, “WATCH OUT!”

Leo hissed as gravel dug into his palms and forearms, stinging his scales. He pushed himself back up to a kneel, whipping around—

All the air rushed from his body. Shock settled into his bones, freezing him in place.

Mikey stood over him, his eyes wide. Staring down at the sword stabbing through his stomach— and then crying out as it was pulled out, falling to his knees then collapsing onto his side.

And Leo.

Saw.

Red.

…

…He wasn’t sure what exactly happened next. He vaguely recalled screams, flashes of blue portals and pink smoke, and then silence.

The only sound filling the dark skatepark was Leo’s heavy breathing. His breath hitched, swords slipping out of his hands and clattering to the ground as he whipped around, rushing back to Mikey’s side.

“MIKEY!” He screamed, crashing down to his knees and tugging his baby brother into his arms. The box turtle cried out, flinching as he was jostled.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry— hang on, just hang on—” Leo’s mind was scrambled. ‘Focus, focus, focus focus focus focus focusfocusfocusfocus— stop the bleeding.’ Leo fumbled through his pouches, practically ripping a pack of gauze out and pressing it to the wound.

Mikey whimpered, shuddering and curling closer to his big brother. Tears stung the corners of Leo’s eyes as he rocked them back and forth, pressing it down harder as the blood soaked into the spongy material— causing Mikey to scream.

“God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise.” Leo breathed, shaking violently. He hit his panic button, heart in his throat. He’d never dealt with a stab wound like this before, not in this location. Not alone. “I’ll get you home, I’ll get help. Okay? You’re gonna be fine, Mikester.” ‘I can’t move him though, I can’t carry him that far like this, my ninpo was exhausted by that fight— I can’t—’

“Are you okay?” Mikey whispered, grabbing Leo’s bicep as he stared up at him with wild eyes. “Did you get hurt?”

“Did I—” Leo shook his head, a manic laugh escaping his beak. “Buddy, I’m fine. We gotta get you home, okay?”

Mikey hummed, his expression twisting. His scales were much paler than they should be, the gauze already leaking blood down his sides— ‘No, no no no no no NONONONONONO—’

“Leo…?” Mikey choked out, grabbing onto his shoulder desperately, fear overwhelming his weak voice. “Am I gonna die?”

“No.” Leo forced a reassuring smile onto his face. “No, no, no, of course not bud. Course not. You’re gonna be—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Mikey’s head gently thumped against Leo’s plastron. His hand slid off of the slider’s shoulder, hitting the ground with a dull thunk.

Leo was frozen. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t— he couldn’t fucking breathe.

“Mike? Mikey, Miguel, come on come on—” Leo whispered, his eyes wide. He felt sick, bile rising in his throat and his lungs tightening at his baby brother’s continued stillness. “Mikey? Miguel, this isn't funny. Stop…please….”

…

Leo rocked the lifeless form in his arms slowly, feeling like he was underwater. Nothing from the world around him mattered anymore. The sounds were faint, his lungs were being crushed by the weight of his grief. The distant sounds grew louder— and then a blurry shape dropped to its knees in front of him, arms reaching out and ripping Mikey’s body right out of his hold.

Leo let them. He didn’t deserve to hold his baby brother anymore.

He faintly heard the sound grow more frantic, the shape slowly coming into focus. He first registered the green, then the purple— oh. It was Donnie. His twin was clutching Mikey close to his chest, frantically tapping his face as he kept screaming something. Leo had no idea what— all he could hear was ringing.

The screamed words turned into an anguished, single note as Donnie crushed Mikey to his chest, faint, piercing sobs breaking through the fog clouding Leo’s mind.

And then someone else stepped into view. Leo looked up at his older brother as Raph fell in front of him, staring down at Mikey with a look Leo didn’t even want to describe. Then he slowly turned to look at Leo, grabbing his shoulders.

He shouted something unintelligible. Leo didn’t react, blinking rapidly.

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” Raph screamed again, shaking Leo’s shoulders roughly.

Leo’s throat closed up. He couldn’t explain if he wanted to. He just stared at Raph silently as his big brother’s expression twisted, a horrible amalgamation of emotions swamping his face— but all Leo could see was the anger.

Leo flinched back, completely unnoticed by the others. ‘This is all my fault. If I hadn’t dragged us out here, he’d still be alive. This is my fault.’

The force of the revelation nearly crushed him.

What he heard next did.

“Can we— can we get him to the Med Bay??” Raph’s choked, hopeful, shaky question was directed at Donnie. The softshell didn’t respond, causing the desperation to rise in Raph’s voice. “Please, we gotta— he’s just a baby, please— Leo, Lee, we can get him fixed up, right?? He’ll be okay, right??”

Leo couldn’t breathe.

“Right…?”

…

#rottmnt #rise leo #rise mikey #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #so sorry I killed the baby #whoopsies

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