there's a loud thump and blood seeps under your door as you cover your mouth to stop the sobs from spilling out. were your parents fighting again? suddenly, you hear the front door swing open and someone's commanding voice. after a few minutes of shouting, there's a gentle knock on the door, and the voice from before is back, only this time, it's softer. 'could you let me in, please?' it speaks, and you reach up to the doorknob, almost in a daze. as soon as the door opens, the stench of blood invades your senses - but straight after, you're pulled into a hug. the man that was talking to you through the door, you presume. you loop your arms around his neck in an attempt to return the hug, but he simply picks you up as you wrap your legs around his waist. 'close your eyes, little one. you won't like what we're gonna be going past.' he whispers to you, stroking your back lightly. you squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to know what the kind man doesn't want you to see, burying your face into mane-like hair. after a while, a cold rush of air hits the top of your head and blows your hair back. this was so unusual, you hadn't been outside in years, you were so scared. 'you okay?' the man questions, reaching up to hold your hand before you rip it away, squeaking. noted, he thinks, no holding hands. after what felt like hours, you're placed into a car gently, the door slamming shut next to you, making you flinch. you open your eyes slowly, finding yourself in a car with the man that was carrying you. he smiles at you softly, before turning back to face the road and turning the car on. you've never been in a car before, you're scared. so, so scared. you begin to tremble, looking down at your feet and closing your eyes again in an attempt to calm down. the man begins to hum a lullaby, before speaking, 'my name's cyno, kiddo. i'll be looking after you know, okay?'
" i'm here. " tw // mentions of blood, descriptions of scars. i like writing gore.
a/n : again, please do not read if you're struggling with $h or anything like that, as this story might trigger you.
one horrible afternoon, you come home from school, absolutely bawling. today was horrible, you never want to go to school again. you run straight past the living room, in which cyno is sitting. he shouts your name in an attempt to capture your attention, but you don't listen. why were you like this? if you weren't such a pushover and a know-it-all, those girls wouldn't have beaten you up like they did. worriedly, cyno stands up from his position on the couch, and chases after you. he ends up looking all over the house for you - cupboards, rooms, even under beds - until he finally finds you. well, he doesn't exactly find you, as you've hidden under the covers on his bed and won't let him see you, but cyno knows something's happened. the small sport of blood that he noticed when you shifted only worries him further. he gently places a hand on the blanket, his heart breaking when he feels you trembling. '[name]..?' he spoke, barely above a whisper, but it was certain you'd heard it from the way you tensed when he said it. as he began to slowly peel away the covers atop your shivering body, but suddenly, you scream at him. 'no!' you squeak out, pulling the blanket from his hands and accidentally off of yourself. you cover your face with your hands, simply curling up into a ball and sobbing. that's when cyno notices the blood decorating your hands, the obvious chunks of fabric taken from your clothes. 'who... who did this to you, [name]?' he questions, and you grab his wrist harshly, staring into his ruby eyes. there are scars stretching down your cheeks, alongside the crystalline tears, which only make the cuts hurt more. cyno is about to murder someone.
(or, to make it short, a collection of big brother!cyno headcanons and stories written by chirpsik. some are written in first person, please don't mind it.)
one day cyno finds you in your room, curled up under the quilts and sobbing. his mind instantly jumps to the fact that something has happened, and he pulls the blankets back from your trembling body as he holds his breath, preparing for the worst. you instantly curl up into a ball, pulling the blankets back onto yourself and sobbing harder. he slowly pushes a hand under the covers, pressing it to your shoulder and tracing a finger up and down your neck. he feels you jump - but he doesn't stop until you push his hand away, and your pained sobs absolutely break his heart. he opens his mouth to try say something, but nothing comes out apart from an awkward sigh. he loops his arms around the blanket you're under and pulls you close to him as you squeak, placing your hands on his chest and extending your arms in a futile attempt to push him away. he shushes you gently, pressing his hand to the back of your head and pushing it into the junction of his shoulder. you wrap your arms around his torso as the hand that was holding the back of your head begins to comb through your hair, fingers twisting through knots in an attempt to de-tangle them. his other hand comes to rest on back, stroking up and down slowly. you hear him say something, feel the hand on your back grind to a halt, but you're not listening. you're just glad he's finally here.
big brother cyno also 100% kisses your fingertips before putting bandages on your wounds, then presses kisses to the bandages for good luck.
cyno finding you beaten up and bloodied in an alleyway on his walk home from his workplace? he'd pick up the unconscious you and take off his jacket or his cloak or whatever he was wearing over his shirt and cover you with it before calling a cab or something to take you both home while he plots his next murder. he'd put you down on his bed and bandage all of your wounds and tuck you in and leave you with one of his jumpers and a note explaining he'd be out and you instantly know he's about to kill someone.
big brother cyno would 100% call you cutie or snotty to show how much he loves you. he's not very good at turning his thoughts into words, so he prefers to express his love through physical touch, but he also calls you petnames like kitty to try show the fact that he doesn't want the relationship between the two of you to be awkward.
(this one is written in first person)
it's been so long since i last saw my friends, they've been purposefully ignoring me and avoiding me. is it because of cyno? why would anyone hate big bro? he's amazing. i just want to lock myself in my room and cry - actually, i might as well do that. he wouldn't care anyways, he doesn't even love me anymore. before i can even put one foot on the stairs, i feel a warm pair of hands on my shoulders, pulling me back into someone's body. it was cyno.he turned me around gently and pulled me into a loving hug, simply standing there for a moment before picking me up effortlessly. i felt him move, heard his distant voice, but i wasn't listening. everything hurt so much. as he softly placed me down on his bed, i began to bawl in his arms, banging my fists against his chest as he continued to hold me, and i could've sworn he was about to start crying with me as he spoke : " That's it, let it all out. I'm here. "
dancing with cyno!? (first person too smh nonnie) ((they don't think this one is very good))(((nonnie mentions cynos waffle stompers three times too many in this one)))
ive been sitting on this couch, cuddled up to my big brother for longer than i can count to in seconds, so atleast an hour. the radio is playing on the little table next to the couch, and when the song switches - cyno looks up from his book, face lit up with excitement. he takes my hand in his, gently pulling me up off of the couch and wrapping an arm around my waist. i wrap one of mine around his neck, thinking he simply wants a hug -- but no, he begins to move to the music, and i'm left confused as his feet move and mine don't. he simply pulls me so that i'm standing on his feet, and hums along to the tune ringing out from the small radio. this is fun, i think, until the music stops and he collapses onto the floor, bringing me with him so that my face is pressed against his chest. he begins laughing uncontrollably, exclaiming how good it was to dance again. he wraps his arms around me, worried if he hurt me with how he pulled me to the floor so harshly, but i simply giggle and pull him back up to his feet so we can dance again. this was going to be a long wednesday.
i think big bro cyno wouldn't shout at you unless it was to get your attention from another room, because your mother and father used to shout at you both and he's secretly disappointed in himself that he couldn't save you from it, because now with everything remotely bad that happens, you half-expect to be shouted and screamed at until your throat feels raw from your continuous sobbing and your ears are ringing.
(first person) favourite prompt from aishidove 'wjat does he do if the yn is accidentally like rlly badly injured'
one day i come home from being out with my 'friends', and i am horribly injured. broken fingers, a bloodied nose, torn out hair, everything. cyno goes mental. he instantly picks me up and puts me down onto his bed slowly, telling me to rest and that he'll be back soon. i slowly start to drift off to sleep, and the last thing i see is cyno's face. he absolutely rags said 'friends', doing to them exactly what they did to me, except about ten times worse. when i wake up, he's sitting next to me on his bed, clasping my much smaller hand in both of his and staring at me worriedly. when he realises ive woken up, he instantly releases my hand from his grasp, grabbing a glass of water from his bedside table and raising my chin slightly so i can drink it comfortably. he asks if he can hold me (of course i say yes) and he pulls me into a hug, whispering reassurances into my ear, that no one will ever hurt me again, that he's here for me. i begin to break down, sobbing uncontrollably in his arms as he comforts me, moving the blanket up my body so that it rests on my shoulders lightly in an attempt to ground me.
these can all be seen romantically but nonnie doesn't like that
There's literally nothing better about something that just makes an entire room laugh harder and harder with every moment. No words, no explinations, no one talking, just pure laughter.
