#curse of being the youngest sibling i guess

[significant-narratives]

i’m too sleepy to make a proper post but i need you all to know that between the three hughes brothers, luke’s natal chart is by far the most concerning. not in a ‘oh no he’s evil way’ but in a ‘oh my god how do you live like this’ way. someone please help him.

[vantetaes]

CHRISTMAS WISHING🫧🥂

OLD FLINGS! EREN X BLACK FEM READER

SUMMARY!! yn is back home for christmas and runs into an old fling.

WARNINGS!! family drama, cursing, pet names (ie; mama, ma, baby, princess), marijuana usage, alcohol mentions, hetero

you were never the biggest fan of coming back home on all of your mandated college breaks. from the packing, to moving all your boxes through the middle of winter, and even being in a car too long with your parents. you’d much rather stay in your off-campus apartment, drinking spiked hot chocolate with a joint tucked perfectly between your fingers. enjoying the feeling of the cool circulating air through your partially opened window, while the rest of your body is engulfed in a warm fleece throw blanket.

this year?

you’re sat at the dinner table, your family’s dinner table, picking at the mush of corn your grandmother helped make. small conversations filled the space, canceling out any private thoughts from the buzz. your mom and grandparents chatting about this past sundays church service and how mrs. mary anne was caught taking from the donations box in the office. apparently everyone already figured it was her and her husband mr. puckett. why were they still allowed?

your sister and brother were bickering, picking food off each others plate while the other whined. both in their twenties. and your dad held your youngest sibling, feeding the child small portions of mashed potato. your uncle mike sat on the far end with his wife, sarah, already drunk.

“♡��, what’s on your mind over there, sweetheart?” your dad pipes up a little, wiping off the toddlers hands and face with his napkin.

“nothing, just miss school i guess.” your grandfather lets out a hardy chest laugh, some bits of food flying from his mouth. mike and sarah follow suit and release a string of cackles that would send chills up any normal person spine. nose scrunching up a little in disgust, you quirk your head to the side.

“what’s? funn-“ you begin to ask, placing your utensil down. your grandmother reaches over the food to place her hand on top of yours.

“well, now that you’re back for awhile, we can start doing church together! oh and you can help with the babies during bible study! im sure you wouldn’t mind, would you?” her eager eyes lit up as if she’d already planned your entire month stay. you gently replace your hand to be on top hers, giving her a small confused smile.

“i know ill be here for a month grandma, but i have plans already. did mom not say anything?” taking a look at the other woman who had her face buried in her wine glass. the older lady frowns a little before taking her hand back across the mahogany table. your dad pursed his lips, bouncing the baby on his leg.

“well. if you’re going to spend this entire trip hungover and high you should’ve stayed where you were at, honey.” your grandfather takes his wife’s shoulder before whispering something very quiet while you stare at the two. shock and confusion laced everyone face except the end of the table.

“im sorry. im just gonna clean this up.” she starts before your uncle cuts her off.

“no. you’re right, why are we just acting like this shit cool? she don’t come down here to see nobody for three years and now her ass too good to come to church with us?”

“mike that’s enough!” your mom stands from her seat, your dad cautiously puts his hand on the small of her back to prevent any tumbles. you bite down on your bottom lip, giving one last dry laugh before sliding yourself from under the table. without saying anything, you grab your purse and car keys, heading for the door.

the commotion behind you was a mix of your mom and her brother arguing, your dad and sarah trying to calm their crying baby, your grandparents praying, and utter confusion from your siblings. questioning why everyone was being rude to you.

you slip out the front door without much notice.

outside, snowflakes swirled like powdered sugar. you didn’t have a destination in mind, just the desire to breathe and escape.

the harsh winter air whips at your skin, drying out your lipgloss immediately and coursing chills through your thin cardigan.

“fuck this shit.” quickly sprinting through the walkway, avoiding the small surfaces of ice forming, you hop inside your white bmw with a baby pink interior. the low led lights illuminate the ground and twinkling stars bedazzled the roof.

the car that you bought yourself.

the engine starts and the heat comes rushing out. coating your skin in warmth. reversing out of the driveway, the tension of the house already being released.

driving through your old hometown felt strange—nostalgic but distant, like a song you used to love but hadn’t heard in years. the houses were decorated with twinkling lights, and the streets were quiet except for the occasional passing car.

the weather turned worse as you drove. the wind picked up, blowing snow into drifts across your windshield and the road. you gripped the wheel tighter, heart racing when the car skidded slightly on a patch of ice. the anxiety in your hands causing extreme sweat. you decided to pull over and figure out your next move.

you parked near a café in town, a place you used to frequent as a teenager. turning your car off and grabbing a jacket from the backseat. you were honestly shocked that it was still open, surprisingly. with this towns track record, apparently nothing sells besides alcohol and football, evident by the countless sports bars.

the warm glow of its lights inviting you in. you wrapped your coat tighter around yourself and stepped inside, shaking off the chill and fallen snow.

the bell above the door jingled slightly, and you were greeted by the scent of coffee and cinnamon. you barely had time to glance at the drinks and food items when your eyes landed on someone familiar sitting at the counter.

eren yaeger.

breath caught in your throat. he was leaning over a cup of fresh coffee, eyes focused on his phone screen, his dark hair falling into his face from the messy bun. he looked up when he heard the bell, and his green eyes locked onto yours.

“♡︎?” his voice was soft, almost disbelieving.

“eren,” you managed, pulse quickening. you hadn’t seen him in years, but he looked just like you remembered—maybe even better?

his soft pink lips, now red from the hot coffee. the acne that once dominated his cheeks, now gone. it looked like he did lash treatments too. he definitely looked better.

he stood and gestured toward the seat next to him.

“what are you doing out in this weather?” he asks a little concerned, wiping the wet spots off your shoulder, quickly retreating his hand.

“im sorry i didn’t mean to touch-“

“no no it’s fine.” you look over at the man, smiling.

“family dinner got… intense,” you admitted with a nervous laugh, leg starting to jump a little .

“what ‘bout you?”

“visiting my mom. thought i’d escape for a bit myself. whole fucking family’s a headache actually.” he takes another swig of his piping hot drink.

the two of you fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about old times. you felt your shoulders relax for the first time that evening.

“i always wondered what you were up to,” he said after a pause, his voice softer now, after just laughing until tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and the other two people in the space gave dirty looks.

“you just kind of… disappeared after high school.”

“life happened. went to school, got a job, haven’t really been able to call anyone honestly.” you replied, smiling faintly.

“yknow, i always wondered about you too.”

the conversation took on a deeper tone as the minutes ticked by. the snowstorm outside raged on, but either of you barely noticed. you couldn’t believe how easy it felt to talk to him, how natural it was to slip back into something that felt… familiar.

by the time the café’s owner announced they were closing early due to the weather, eren glanced out at the storm and turned back to you.

“doesn’t look like it’s letting up anytime soon,” he said, lips pursed. “do you feel like taking a little detour? there’s a place i always used to go when i needed to clear my head. i think you’d like it. was gonna go after here anyways.”

you hesitated for a moment, eyes searching his face. there was something in his expression—an earnestness, a quiet hope—that made you nod.

“sure. why not?”

the two of you left the café together, the snow crunching beneath your feet as you made your way to his car. the drive was slow and careful, the storm painting the world in shades of white and gray. the only color coming from the flashing build boards about megachurches and the stop lights. you chatted as he navigated the back roads carefully.

“remember when connie’s ass got so fucking high and crashed his car in this ditch?” he points out a spot on the side of the road that now had a pole with reflective material wrapped around. you laugh, nodding and refocusing on the swirling snow swiping at the windshield.

“yeah, i swear to god everybody was a fucking mess in high school. couldn’t keep up.” you laugh.

“okay number 8.” he laughs, making a slight turn, going closer to the top of the mountain. you wore the same number every sport, every year.

“woooow! how the fuck did you remember that?” he shrugs his shoulders, finger pressed against his lips.

eventually, you pulled up to a small hill overlooking the town. eren parked, reaching for something in his glove box. you politely move your knees as he pulls out two preroll containers and a diamond encrusted lighter. he hands you one of the packed cones, before opening his door. he quickly makes his way around to your car door,opening it slowly. you step out, immediately shivering, the snow falling gently around you now. the view was breathtaking—the town below was lit up with christmas lights, and the storm was starting to let up, everything sparkling under the soft glow.

“this is beautiful.” you whispered, breath visible in the cold air.

“i used to come here all the time,” eren said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “it always felt like… everything made sense up here.”

“honestly im just jealous i didnt know about it first.”

you stood in silence for a moment, the quiet wrapping around like a blanket. then eren turned to you, a faint smile on his face.

“come here.” he places his joint in between his lips. you trudge through the slick matter, eyes never leaving erens. he uses his hand to block the wind from canoeing the joint. the flame illuminates his face in a warm light, the air gets caught in your throat as you watch the excessive smoke escape his mouth. without saying anything, he reaches around your hips, snaking his arm around you, pulling you closer.

“put it up.” without questioning, you put the joint in between your lips, the reapplied lipgloss helping hold it against your mouth. your eyes never leaving his deep green ones.

leaning forward, the tips of the two joints touch. yours igniting into a small flame while you puffed. he pulls away, removing his hand from you. saddened by the lack of touch, you bat your lashes up at him. he immediately takes notice how your eyes shimmered in the moons light, watching as the snowflakes make home on top of your freshly installed curls. he regains his mind and pulls you in again, this time tighter.

“you cold, mama?” nodding against him, you puff until your joint becomes to hot to hit. eren followed suit, taking both the numbs to stick them in the snow.

“they’re biodegradable.” he laughs once he notices you staring at him confused. checking his watch, his lips tight-lines.

“it’s almost midnight.” he says, eyes scanning yours to see the reaction you would give.

“i really don’t trust you to drive on these roads. no offense but i heard you moved to florida and ion think i trust you to drive back home.”

your eyes widen a little before scoffing jokingly. slightly shoving his shoulder, you cross your arms.

“first of all, i didn’t move to fucking florida. and okay what do you suggest?”

“my place isn’t far from here. you could stay. plus, my mom misses you so this’ll make her night.”

-

which would explain why you were now in a pair of erens sweatpants while rolling fresh cookie dough in between the plams of your hands. erens mom giggled as she realized the scoop she got didn’t have any chocolate chips.

“ha! look at this!” she laughs, holding up the dough to show you. you laugh with the brown haired woman, helping her remix the bowl while eren sat at the island, smiling at the two of you. a beer sat in his hand.

she cracks another egg into the mix, eyes on you as you use your hand to stir.

“see, ren she’s the perfect sous chef! why can’t you be more like this.” his mom bickered, going to wash her hands. after mixing, you walk to the sink, washing all the residue off.

“hey! i do what i need to do!” he battles back, taking a swig from the bottle.

“yeah like eating all the chocolate before it makes it in.” you dry your hands off with a paper towel laughing at the two.

“sounds about right. i remember in elementary he used to pick the pepperoni off his pizza AND im the sauce.” his mom gasps, pointing at her son.

“that’s why you always came home in a different shirt?!” she jokingly picks up a spatula, aiming it at him.

“honey i told you that when he’d come home smelling like spaghetti every other day!” you could hear erens dad pipe up from the couch.

"so, honey where you been this whole time? i swore it felt like that boy right there talked about you every day!" you glance at erens who's completely red in the face now, death staring his mom.

"mom! stop no i didn't!" his face grew tomato red.

"oh yes you did! every phone call back home." she chuckles

"awe you missed me soooo much!" you mocked, joining in on laughing with both his parents.

eren stands from his bar stool, eyes never leaving yours.

frowning at first, you didn’t understand what he was doing until you were rushed and thrown over his shoulder.

“she was my company first!” he exclaimed, running away as you slapped him on the back, hair dangling above your head.

“eren! put me down!” he rushes you through the house, bolting straight for his room.

he kicked open his bedroom door, a space that still had traces of his teenage years—old posters, shelves filled with books and knick-knacks, and a bed that looked as inviting as it did out of place for someone you hadn’t seen in years.

he gently set you down on the bed, his grin widening as you tried to catch your breath, cheeks flushed and hair slightly disheveled.

“eren jaeger,” you say, trying to sound serious but failing miserably, “this how you welcome me back?”

“what? don’t act you don’t like it.” he replied, leaning against the doorframe, his expression softening. “i’ve waited forever to have you here.”

you froze, heart skipping a beat at the way his gaze lingered on you, sincere and warm.

for a moment, the weather outside and the chaos of the day felt a million in the past. all that mattered was the way he looked at you—like the past and present had collided in a way neither of you had expected.

“you’re unbelievable.” you finally said, voice quieter now, your smile softer.

eren shrugged, his grin turning lopsided.

“maybe. but you’re not running away this time, are you?” he came into the room fully, closing the door behind him with a swift lock of the door. coming towards you with long strides. his much taller frame shadowing your body.

“no,” you admitted, your pulse racing. “i don’t think i am.” he’s standing over you, eyes piercing yours.

and just like that, the distance between you seemed to disappear entirely.

his warm lips press against yours, soft yet you could feel the hunger laced in his touch.

he hummed into the kiss, softly pushing you backwards into the black duvet. lips still connected, he began to untie the sweats.

“can i take you?”

-

"shit ma. yeah that's right take this dick baby"

"fuck- ‘ren!”

you lost track of how long you've been beneath him. and how many times you came. he doesn't fail to bring you back to, by snaking his strong hand around your waist, pulling you further up on his length.

"keep your eyes on me baby." he huffs out a shaky breath drawing your attention back on him and those deep lustful dark green eyes.

which brings you back to another blissful orgasm.

"eren!" you yelp out in pleasure "cant no more, please, please " hearing and seeing your fucked out under him state brings him over the edge more. core burning as his hips glide in and out of your swollen pussy. slick running down your ass as he tosses your legs over his shoulder.

"you tryna tap out already ma?" he groaned before pulling out only to slam back in before you could even form a sentence. he mocked your o-shaped mouth, laughing a little before taking his bottom lip between his teeth. the tip of his cock gently kisses your cervix, slow needy strokes sending you over the edge.

"shit shit, ohh my god fuck"

"im not done with you though baby, we gotta lot of catching up to do. you and i both know that." he laughed pulling your body closer to him. your faces were now so close. lips so far yet so damn close from one another.

shit, you couldn't think straight mind too hazy from everything.

"one more princess. gimme one more. you can do it, i know you can." he moaned.

"please, i need it." breath getting shaky and sharp god how could you resist? your warm pussy was sucking him in and it felt so damn good. he grabbed onto your hips harshly before flipping you on top of him.

now you were upright sitting pretty on top of eren. your beautiful soft brown skin glistening perfect in the moonlight and his red led lights. puffy perked up tits all swollen from being sucked and bit, even your pussy was all puffed up and swollen from getting brutally fucked.

"go ahead baby. take it." was all he said. your fresh set sat on his chest, mouth slightly agape, eyes flowing with tears, tits bouncing in a smooth repeated rhythm. he couldn’t think. the aura his lights gave you and the moon peeking through his large windows, you were beautiful. you clawed at his chest as you felt yourself coming closer to your own release.

"fuck, im so close, please don’t stop!" you moaned out lovingly. air full of breath as you felt the coil in your stomach turning.

"shit, me too baby. cum all over this dick baby, make a fucking mess." hearing him speak to you like that- you felt the warmth build until it became unbearable.

"fuck! fuck!" you both let out slutty moans in unison tension growing hotter by the second! your core finally gives out as you orgasm all over the man below you. judging by both your reactions, neither of you knew you were a squirter.

“oh, good fucking girl.” he fucked up into you, making sure you felt satisfied. he quickly lifts you off his member as thick white ropes cover both of you.

“let’s go take a shower.” he suggests, still under you, lips pressing to you exposed skin.

"i really missed you ren.." you muttered lowly before collapsing onto his hard chest while slowly drifting off.

“i missed you too princess.”

{not proofread}

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[springtimesdaughter]

Nico Di Angelo's and consequently Hazel Levesque's Age

It's more complicated than you think.

I'm using the 'actual' timeline for the sake or using the years to track age better. Rick has said his birthday is either January 28th or May 16th. The one that makes the most sense is January for this tineline and the more fandom popular, so it is the one I will stick to.

We also have to address the fact that Nico spent time in the Lotus Casino and that there is no guarantee that he and Bianca left at the same time of the year they went in which means that theoretically his birthday would not be acurate. But let's assume that he did for this story.

Now let's address his age.

Grover says that Bianca and Nico are 12 and 10, and this is accepted as canon information. Let's assume this is correct and not a best guess.

That would mean

Titan's Curse is December of 2007, so Nico would be 10 until a month after this book finishes.

Battle of the Labyrinth takes place in the summer of 2008, which makes Nico 11.

Sword of Hades takes place in December of 2008, which means Nico is still 11.

The Last Olympian is in the summer of 2009, which means Nico is 12.

The Lost Hero is in December of 2009, which means that Nico is still 12, and because he brought Hazel out in September (page 99 of SoN ebook) and is actually younger than Hazel who is 13. [Let's ignore this I'll address this later]

The rest of the Hero's of Olympus series Nico is 13 because it takes place in the late spring to late summer of 2010.

The Trails of Apollo is said to start in mid-January, which means at the very latest the book would end with Nico being 14 at the beginning of 2011.

The rest of the Trails of Apollo series Nico would be 14.

The Sun and a Star takes place a couple weeks after ToA as Nico mentions the prophecy being a couple of weeks before. It's the end of the summer session, so it is still 2011 and Nico is 14.

Please don't get me started on Un Natale Mezzosangue [Percy, not liking shadow travel when in Last Olympian he does.] The mentions of Covid either mean this is December of 2020 or some other earlier December. Nico at the youngest is still 14.

The problem? Rick said Nico was 14 during HoO, which would make him 15. Do either leave the Lotus Hotel, causing Nico to age a bit faster for a while, Grover was wrong about Nico's age. This would also make Nico back to being older than Hazel.

-

Hazel turned thirteen on December 13th, 1941. It was also the last day that she lived in New Orleans.

She died in mid summer in 1942, so she spent about six months in Alaska.

She was brought to camp Jupiter in September of 2009 and is 13 1/2.

She meets Percy in mid-June 2010, which is 9 months afterward, which puts Hazel at 14 1/3.

Frank, whose birthday is June 5th, would have just turned 16.

[The age gap doesn't seem as bad anymore. with this knowledge. It's better than 16 and 13, though.]

The problem is that all sources regarding Hazel as being 13 during SoN.

-

So we have several problems here, and I am going to go the path of least resistance and change both the ages to reflect this. You don't have to like it, bit it works.

We assume Hazel is 14 1/3 in Son of Neptune and that Nico is 15 (making him even older than Rick stated he was so let's retrofit this timeline so that they can stay older sibling younger sibling.

December 2007: Nico is 12

Summer 2008: Nico is 13

December 2008: Nico is 13

August 2009: Nico is 14

September 2009: Nico is 14 ; Hazel is 13 1/2

December 2009 Nico is 14 ; Hazel is 13

March 2010 Nico is 15 ; Hazel turns 14

June 2010 Nico is 15; Hazel is 14

At the end of January 2011, Nico is 16 ; Hazel is 14

At the end of the summer of 2011, Nico is 16 ; Hazel is 15

The problem now? Bianca is said to be 12. This is an easy fix. Grover got the ages wrong. Bianca is 13. Fixed. She's still the older sibling.

Again, though, this relies on the idea the idea that when Bianca and Nico get removed from the Lotus Eaters that it is close in time to when they went in and that it is a small disparity.

Also, let's not get started on when the di Angelo's were put into the casino and the contradictory information Rick has written on that, and when they were born.

[arosesstorm]

Bangtan Boyz in partner in track aka office boys <3

jin

The firm had been inherited by the oldest Kim sibling; Kim Seokjin is your fresh new boss. Being the youngest CEO the firm ever had, he had to prove he was worth the expectations. Secretly helping him behind the curtains gained you his trust and his undying friendship.

"I wouldn't have made it without-"

"me?"

"-loads of patience"

yoongi

Made partners a couple of years ago, he is one of the best lawyers out there, and it's not you who says so but the America's top 100 attorneys.

"papers are on my desk, go grab them for me, will ya sweetcheeks?"

rm

A patent Attorney, your fav right hand. Usually working side by side while you curse your clients under your breaths. Has helped you with cases one too many time, sleep is just a pointless waste of time after all, right?

"coffee and lots of bulls*it coming your way"

hope

winning a case against the oh' mighty Hope was the equivalent of winning a olympic gold metal. What a shame Hope seemed to always be on the opposite (wrong) side. Were you willing to give up morals to climb up the food chain?

"money can't buy justice"

"but they can buy your date tonight with me"

jimin

Studied together in college only to end up in the same firm. it was a twist of fate, a second chance Destiny wanted to gift you, but why? why did the universe want you to be around him so bad?

"you look familiar"

"I'm your last six years wrapped up in a pretty bow"

taehyung

Fighting with him in reunions? Bad idea. it suddenly became a competition of who's right and who's wrong and guess who was willing to give up? Right, not you.

“I’m not arguing; I’m just explaining why I’m right.”

“That’s cute. Keep explaining.”

jungkook

Your intimidating handsome junior who test your morality and tempts you to fall for him one too many times, doesn't matter how much you try to keep him at bay.

"it's not gonna happen jungkook"

"what? kissing me the third time or..."

"shut up"

© 2024 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

[ponderousorb]

🌿 House Marais & House Hoslow - Elden Ring Fan Lore 🐍⚔️

I'm finally finished this thing I spent waaaay too long on.

At the top of House Marais, we have Arsene, the former head of house, and his wife Mei Li (yes she named her son after herself). With Arsene, I was looking at the other older characters that seem to be House Marais relatives, and they all seem to have gray skin. It would be really interesting if somewhere back in the tree, there was some Albinauric blood in the mix - it might explain why the men of House Marais are cursed with ill-health. Mei Li is a sanguine noble from the reedlands (where the formless mother is apparently worshipped in at least some locations). I created her with the background in mind similar to Varré, a war surgeon, but likely did not go physically into the battlefield, being from a noble house. Their children are Maleigh Marais who we see in the game, Thallium and Belladonna. (Guess what my theme naming is!) Now, Maleigh doesn't seem to have married because he's fulltime simping for Malenia (fair enough!) Thallium marries Eidhneán, a mysterious woman from a faraway land of bogs - and a skilled pyromancer. Thallium's health is not as poor as Maleigh's, but he did lose an eye to the creeping sickness that infests many of their line. I based his mask on the portrait of a noble in Volcano Manor, and partially on the DS2 manikin masks (iykyk)

From this branch, we meet the next generation: - Nettle: the eldest daughter, and a healer - learning many skills from her grandmother - Thiollier: the boy! the wet kitten man! His health is terrible and every moment is pain. - Jedica: youngest daughter and a mischief maker

Belladonna, the only one of her siblings in good health, marries and Chronos Hoslow. I think these are like, the only two prominent houses we hear of in ER? of humans at least. I still liked the match - a) they both seem involved in Volcano Manor b) Juno looks like that Their motto: "scriptum est in sanguine" :3 And their children, special guest stars Juno and Diallos Hoslow! I like to think that Diallos got saddled with a bit of the wet kitten genes and that's why he's... well a bit of a boyfailure. I want to do more relatives to connect some of the older characters up the chain before Arsene, and the original ancestor depicted in Maleigh's mask. But also this took so long... so long.

I WANT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS i am rattling the bars of my cage please talk to me

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Hopelessly in Love (Final)

Reader description: Gender-neutral pronouns, leans more towards masculine style, childhood friends with Wanda.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (Requited love), Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Unrequited love).

Summary: Natasha goes to Wanda's house to explain everything, hoping that there is still a chance between the two of them. Y/n secretly prays the doom of their relationship.

Natasha speeds her way through the neighborhood, she had always enjoyed the adrenaline rush of riding a motorcycle. However right know she was feeling rather anxious, as she was probably about to lose the girl she was in love with genuinely interested in.

Contrary to popular belief, Natasha is a lover at heart. She just never found the right girl who she could fully be vulnerable with. Well it was difficult when the girls she's dated only dated her for her reputation and not out of genuine interest.

But not Wanda, she wasn't afraid to call out Natasha for her actions. Wanda would listen attentively to Natasha's interest, her hobbies, even her weirds fixations on spy movies. Wanda only ever responded back to Natasha's flirty demeanor once she started to express the side she only showed to her siblings.

Perhaps it helped that they were acquainted with each other since they were young, considering Wanda was best friend with her youngest sibling. Wanda knew the side Natasha had put away upon entering Westview High, or at least was aware of it. They didn't talk much when they were young, understandably so, you rarely interact much with your sibling's friends anyway.

But at the very least you get a sense on what they were like, and Wanda noticed the huge 180 degree change as soon as Natasha entered High School.

Natasha arrived at Wanda's house a little after sundown, she knocked on the door and was greeted by Wanda's twin brother instead. "Piet."

"Nat." The older twin responded while crossing his arms.

"Is Wanda home?"

"I don't think she wants to talk to you right now."

"Pietro, it's just a misunderstanding-"

"Then maybe you should've told her that earlier." He said while glaring at her and slammed the door. Natasha cursed under her breath and decided to walk around Wanda's house. She could've simply texted Wanda the situation, but again, she is Natasha Romanoff. So instead she climbed up the tree that was conveniently near Wanda's bedroom window.

Wanda was doing her homework when she heard a tapping noise behind her. She turned around and quickly rushed over to let Natasha in. "Front doors exist for a reason you know?"

"Well, your brother sort of slammed the door on my face." Natasha said with a smirk.

Wanda cursed under her breath, "Sorry, I told him not to get involved." She was about to question why Natasha hadn't just texted her instead, but then remembers who she was dating. "What are you doing here?"

"I came here to apologize." Wanda sat on her bed and beckoned Natasha to do the same. "I should've told Sharon to keep her distance, in my defense I did. But Sharon never listens, even before you and I started dating. I'm sorry Wanda." Natasha Romanoff, the Heart Breaker of Westview High, looked at Wanda with the most sincere look in her eyes. Holyshit she fucking melted.

"Why didn't you push her away?"

"I did, but I'm guessing It's one of those things where you had already left when I did." Natasha took Wanda's arm into her own. Wanda couldn't tell if she was being honest, or giving her sweet lies. Considering Natasha's well-known reputation, Wanda found it difficult to trust her.

"And those texts?"

Natasha pulled out her phone and unlocked it for Wanda. She hesitantly took Natasha's phone and scrolled down the messages between her and Sharon. Yes, they had been texting. Sharon wasn't lying about that, but she left out a few key points. Natasha was extremely dry when responding to Sharon.

Wanda kept scrolling and surely enough, Natasha never once tried to initiate a conversation with her. "I don't have any feelings for her, Wands. I only have eyes on you, if it makes you more comfortable, I can block her altogether."

"That's kind of extreme."

"There is no mountain nor ocean that I wouldn't cross for you, Wanda." There it was, the same butterfly she felt when she was with Y/n. Except this time with Natasha, it was more intense.

Wanda had thought that maybe, just maybe, she also liked her bestfriend. She even talked to Pietro about it. Who surprisingly, despite his dumb jock persona, said something that actually made sense.

"Maybe you do like them, maybe you don't. You mentioned Natasha isn't the best at showing emotion and affection. She's rather stoic in contrast to Y/n who has unfiltered expressive nature." Wanda thought for a moment. "Think about it Wands, it could be that you just wish that same intensity in Natasha."

"Wanda I- I'm not good at this, but I really love like you. I know we're just young, stupid teenagers but-" She couldn't finish her sentence because Wanda had sealed their lips together. So instead Natasha poured all those feelings she felt for Wanda into to the kiss.

The affection, the passion, the intense feelings she had. The burning rage of how her own friends treated the girl she loves likes. The anger that she has against the hushed whispers in the hallway when she walked Wanda to class. But most of all, the love she felt for Wanda Maximoff.

It was silly to feel such intense feeling at a young age, It's doubtful that Natasha even know what it truly meant. But why should that mean it wasn't real?

The kiss became more and more intense and Natasha felt a sharp sting on her face. She abruptly pulled back with a hiss, before Wanda could apologize Natasha spoke up with a sheepish look on her face. "No, no, I'm ok. I just broke my nose is all."

"How did you manage that??" Wanda asked, concerned.

"I fell off my bike on the way here." Lies, for Y/n's sake.

"You're an idiot." Wanda shifted closer and studied her face. Natasha was sure at this point Wanda could hear her rapidly beating heart, she never had anyone that made feel like this before.

Her heart stammered even faster when Wanda smiled at her. Those beautiful green eyes and breathtaking smile, fuck Natasha Romanoff was head over heels for her. “Please be careful next time.” Natasha couldn't help the smile that grew on her face.

"What can I say, you drive me crazy."

"And you're extremely irritating."

"You like me."

"I weirdly do. Especially now that you have a broken nose."

"Ahhh find that attractive, Maximoff?" Natasha teased.

"No, I've been itching to punch your face. I'm just glad the pavement did it for me." Natasha playfully rolled her eyes at their little banter sealed their lips together once more. Wanda made a mental note to be extra gentle, her heart felt like it was about to explode.

At this point, Wanda had no doubt in her mind anymore on which Romanoff her heart belonged too.

The next day, Wanda approached Y/n with a huge smile on her face. Wanda and Natasha had officially cleared up the air, and their relationship was stronger than ever. Natasha promised to try and be more expressive with her feelings, and Wanda promised to communicate with her the next time something bothers her.

She couldn't wait to tell her bestfriend all about it. Especially knowing that they had rekindled their friendship, at least on her end. She was unaware that Y/n hadn't actually fully moved on from her. "Heyyy!"

"Someone's chirpy today. What's up?" Y/n responded with a smile.

"I just wanted to say thank you."

"For what??"

"For smacking some sense into your sister. She came over to my house the other night, and we had our first kiss!" Ah fuck, they lost her. Again. Ok so maybe Y/n had hope, that by sheer luck, Wanda would break up with Natasha.

Or maybe they had hope that Natasha actually did cheat, that's terrible, yes. Can you blame a 15 year old kid in love though?

"That's really great, Wands." They forced a smile.

"It is! and-" She was cut off by the school bell, "Oh I gotta get to class, but I'll tell you all about it after school. Byeee!" She walked past them and turns out Natasha had been waiting for her. Wanda reached out to Natasha waiting open hand, the two siblings locked eyes. Natasha gave them a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, detka." They two faced their backs on them and walked away hand-in-hand, exchanging light conversations.

Y/n, heart was already broken in two the day they confessed to Wanda. Seeing them together with their eyes, shattered it into a million pieces more.

Now they truly realize, the love they waited will never come. What was the point of waiting, if Wanda had never loved them to begin with

I saw the poll and immediately thought, I'm going to disappoint so many people- Also that last paragraph was from another Indonesian song, Apalah Arti Menunggu - Raisa

Which basically just talks about the love you've been holding onto, and then realizing that person will never return the love to you (I switched some words of course, but it's still pretty much the same)

Anywho, taglist: @shedeservesbetter @marvelogic

[cheesus-doodles]

Could you do a headcanon or a short fic of Taiju falling for Takemichis sister. Taiju x reader tokyo Revengers. How would Taijus siblings react to it and the Black Dragons?

asdjnsjdnsj this is cute in a way, there isn't enough Taiju or Takemichi love - and there is no way either would ever win a poll so XD this is not irl time period accurate in the slightest, a very lighthearted piece that is a bit different from what I usually write!

Masterlist

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Wrestle-o-mania

Yandere Taiju with Takemichi's Older Sister Reader

It was obvious to the two pairs of eyes spying on you through the small open crack of the bedroom door that Taiju wasn’t trying to hurt you, not in the slightest. Moreso, their older brother was simply letting you live out your wrestling fantasy with him as your willing dummy; your excited rambling filling the normal tension that usually permeates the air of the Shiba household, the two siblings watching with bated breath as you put the blue-haired gang leader into a side headlock. 

“...and did you see that double chickenwing facebuster?! That was fucking awesome! And-” 

Breaths were held as the curse word slipped your lips, but against their better knowledge, Taiju didn’t even blink an eye, simply nodding indulgently and (as discreetly as possible) snuggling in against your chest; despite your bulky figure, your strength was still nothing next to his. But god only knew if either of them said such sinful words, the thrashing they would have received would be nothing short of legendary for fouling their tongues with such filth. So why you? What made you special to their notoriously foul-tempered brother?

You were an oddity in the Shiba household, to say the least. The precise type of person that Hakkai and Yuzuha would have never guessed could catch Taiju’s eye. Far from the quiet, submissive, and gentle Christian girl that they had always imagined the oldest Shiba would bring home, someone that would cook and care for him, you were loud, rambunctious and overly obsessed with all things wrestling. Yuzuha had even seen you wipe the floor with some air-headed rival delinquents who thought you were an easy mark to take down Taiju, and though you weren’t spared from being punished by your boyfriend for returning with more scapes and cuts than usual that night, he never went to the extent like he did with them, holding back his strength by a vast margin. Plus, the only thing you could cook consistently well was fried rice. 

So how on god’s green earth did someone like you end up with a person like Taiju? Or more so where did Taiju even find someone like you? Did you not fear the other?

Hakkai was barely able to conceal the turbulent feelings in his chest, shock and horror intertwining like wine and honey as he watched with wide eyes Taiju chuckling along with you as he switched positions with you with ease, smoothly putting you into a facelock, with one of your ankles caught between his thighs. “Shi-” The youngest of the Shibas started, only to be quickly stopped by Yuzuha slapping her hand over his mouth. “Shut. Up,” she hissed, before the girl chanced a glance back through the crack in the door. 

Fortunately for them, Taiju seemed too distracted by you to notice their presence as you shrieked in excitement at your current predicament. “The stepover toehold facelock??!!”

“You didn’t think I could learn it huh?” The Black Dragon leader crowed, lightly tugging your head backwards and stretching out your back and neck, ever so careful not to put you in any pain. “This shit ain’t that hard.”

“You absolutely have to come to my wrestling club!” You gushed, pretending to struggle in his hold, striking your hand down on the bed as if you were counting down in a boxing ring, all the while giggling. “The others would never believe me!”

But that was enough to dampen whatever cheer that the other had on his face, Taiju releasing you from his hold and pulling you back up to sit on his bed. Eyebrows pinching together, that telltale vein on his forehead started to throb once more as those yellow eyes bored down on you with his signature ferocity that had harden Black Dragon members quavering in their boots - the same hard gaze that Taiju leveled on his siblings right before pouncing on either. “I thought I already told you - I don’t want you going there to mess around with those filthy sinners.”

You, however, weren’t the slightest bit unnerved much to both Shiba siblings’ surprise. “Awww but Taiju! It’s wrestling!” You pouted. “And it’s only once a week!” 

Your pleas didn’t work on the notoriously stubborn boy, who simply huffed. “I said no.”

This was one issue that you couldn’t seem to give up. “I can’t miss wrestling!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up.“You could just come with me, ya know? If you’re so worried.”

Yuzuha blinked. Were you…bargaining? With Taiju?

The vein almost popped, and both siblings flinched in unison. This was it. Having to tiptoe around their oldest brother for so many years and learning to read his moods from his body language to avoid any unavoidable outbursts, there was no doubt that Taiju was at his tipping point. Beast-like eyes narrowed, the larger boy looming over you like a tiger eyeing its prey, the shadow over his face growing as the foul mood manifested. As if on instinct, Yuzuha shoved her younger lanky brother behind her, though from the shallow and rapid breathing that could barely be heard even in the sudden stillness of the world around them, the orange-haired girl wasn’t exactly the most confident of the situation either.

As Taiju raised his hand, readying his strike, the spying Shibas couldn’t look away. It fell like the blade of a guillotine -

And landed right on your side as he dug his fingers into your ticklish spot, and you squealed, wriggling as you tried to get away to no avail, the still-stronger Taiju easily pinning you down on the mattress. “You’re going to listen to me, you hear?” He growled playfully as he dug into your other side as well, and your laughter erupted. “You’re going to quit wrestling club tomorrow.”

“Wai-it! N-no, stop that! I’m not quitting!” Your words fell on deaf ears as your boyfriend only renewed his tickling efforts, pouncing on you with vigor. “S-STOP!”

Pulling away from the cheery scene that shone through the small crack of the door, Hakkai and Yuzuha shot each other puzzled looks in the dark hallway, your giggles echoing through the otherwise silent house. Despite the relief of having gotten away scott-free after spying on such a personal situation (if Taiju caught them, there would possibly be no words to describe what would happen to the two of them), the questions remained.

What the fuck was that all about?

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A week had passed since they had first stumbled upon that domestic scene by pure coincidence and three since you had burst into their life unannounced, and despite their life somewhat returning to normal, neither Hakkai nor Yuzuha could seem to get you out of their minds. It was clear there was a growing pattern between Taiju’s good mood - one where he completely ignores their presence - and his normal demand of absolute obedience from them, which turned out to be when the Black Dragon leader was home alone and you were nowhere in sight. 

“You sure that it’s alright I come over?” Takemichi hesitatingly asked, glancing between the two Shiba siblings. It wasn’t the first time the time leaper had met Hakkai, of course, just the first time he had really noticed and been noticed by the Second Division Vice Captain. “Don’t want to be a bother.”

Hakkai waved off his question reassuringly. “Our place is nearby. Won’t be an issue at all.”

But alas, it seemed that the Second Division Vice Captain spoke too fast, too soon, as the trio walked straight into a wall of Black Dragon members mulling outside their residence, pristine white uniforms gleaming under the harsh afternoon sunlight amidst the quiet Tokyo suburban neighborhood, the sound of their footsteps coming to an abrupt halt though not quick enough to prevent them from being noticed. “Hey, isn’t that the Tokyo Manji Gang uniform?”

“Toman? Here?”

Takemichi reared from the glares leveled his way, the uncertain atmosphere sliding straight into the  - this was not good at all.

Unbeknownst to you on the other side of the crowd, you hadn’t even heard the initial stirs of commotion, engrossed with fiddling with the ring of the new shark plush keychain you had just received in a bid to hang it on your school bag. There was no second thought at the sudden light that flooded your eyes as Taiju pulled away from attempting to help, both of your heads having been bowed over and squinting at the small golden ring as the blue-haired delinquent barked instructions at you - it wasn’t unusual for your boyfriend having to drop everything to take calls or what not, being the gang leader that he was.

He really should join your wrestling club was what you mused to yourself, as your well-calloused fingers failed time and time again to part the rings and slip them through each other. It would probably be mighty fun to get to practice with someone as strong as him.

A few more minutes, and then a triumphant shout left your lips. “I got it!” You announced proudly, pumping your school bag into the sky, your newest attachment clinking as it jingled around the rest of your collection. “I told you-”

You paused, looking up for the first time since you had started your valiant attempt. The ruckus and rising tension rushed back into your world like the pressure of a vacuum chamber being relieved, the cries of ‘Death to Toman’, whatever that was supposed to be, coming as a sudden surprise to you; the attention of the white-clad boys you had just met turned away from you towards an unseen threat and Taiju nowhere in sight. This called from an investigation, you decided, casually swinging the brown bag over your shoulder and squeezing through the restless mass. 

“Tai-Taiju!” With a final push, you popped out the other side of the crowd, though your words died off as quickly as they left your lips as your eyes landed on the unfurling scene. A blonde-haired boy wearing a middle school uniform, collar clutched in the grip of your boyfriend, what was supposed to be his face looking more like fruit pulp than an actual person. Splats of blood splattered across Taiju’s fist and down the barely-white shirt of the other’s school uniform, another blue-haired boy you vaguely recognised as Taiju’s younger brother left sprawled on the ground looking equally beaten. 

For any other ordinary person, the frankly gruesome state of affairs would have been enough to set them running as far and fast as their feet could take them, let alone set off the alarm bells in their head - after all, what kind of older brother would thrash his own siblings without a very good reason? But not you, no; for there were no thoughts in your head save one.

One smooth step forward, and you had tucked your head under his arm, grabbing his arm and thigh. In the next heartbeat, up his heavy figure went, his clutch on Takemichi loosened enough to free the boy. Arm muscles bulging, it didn’t look like you were the slightest breath off despite lifting someone larger than you. And then you fell backwards, and down Taiju went, his back landing on the asphalt road with a loud crash in what his temporarily stunned mind reminded him was called a belly-to-back suplex - you would be pissed if he named it wrongly later. 

“Don’t you scum dare touch her,” came his  cursing from the ground right as you leapt back to your feet, and the Black Dragon members froze at the command from their leader. But you minded none of them, your ferocious, blazing gaze turning on the crouched, pathetic form of Takemichi. Marching forward in their direction, Hakkai  gulped, though he still held his ground. The sense of dread knotted itself over and over in the blue-haired Toman member as your shadow came to a halt, towering over the quaking blond delinquent on the ground, his body and face already bruised from the early beating he took from Taiju. He didn’t like the look of this one bit - were you as crazy as his older brother? It would certainly explain a lot, given of all the people you could be dating, you picked Taiju.

And then you all but sang out your next words. “Take-chan!” Your eyes brightened, sparkling in the daylight as the menacing shadows lifted from your face in an instant.

Even though it didn’t seem possible at first, Hakkai swore that Takemichi paled even further, his ashen skin the color only reserved for the dead as he attempted to scramble back and away from your towering figure. “Wha-? Onee-san?” He stammered out. “It’s not what it looks like! I swear!”

The world seemed to pause as everyone present stuttered as if on cue, with the Black Dragon Tenth Generation President surprised enough to raise both eyebrows. Onee-san? The shithead of a Tokyo Manji Gang First Division Captain was your younger brother? 

“I can’t believe you’re wrestling without me!”

“No! It’s not what it looks like!!” Takemichi pleaded again, but it was too little, too late, his words falling on deaf ears. You had already scooped him up into a fireman’s carry across your shoulders, swinging him round to ride piggyback, and then throwing yourself backwards and slamming the poor boy back into the ground. 

“And don’t let this distract you from the fact that in 1988, the Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell in a Cell, and plummeted 16 feet through an announcer’s table,” you all but shouted at your completely disoriented younger brother, his blue eyes clearly swimming in his head as you shook him by his shoulders in front of a group of stunned Black Dragons and Toman members.

Taiju grabbed your arm, his eyes narrowing, the familiar vein on his forehead starting to throb once more. “Are you done?” He growled at you. If you had been anyone else, he would have all but pounded you into the ground, girl or not - no one treated him like this in front of his men and got away with it. But you were hardly intimidated, and of course you weren't. You were the only exception to his life, the only one whose antiques he entertained time and time again for some blasted reason. And even if he didn't share your love of wrestling, there was one thing for sure - he didn't want you sharing it with anyone else, especially not this piece of Toman shit, even if it was your younger brother. You were his.

You hummed, your thoughts moving on to your next highest priority. Picking up your discarded bag, you lightly swung it around one shoulder. “Oh Taiju! You’re up already!” You cheered, looping one arm through his and proceeding to drag him off, your mind already empty of your younger brother still lying dazed on the road. “Come on, wrestling club is starting soon, we're going to be late!”

"What did I tell you about wrestling club?" The notorious fickle gang leader flicked your forehead as the two of you disappeared round the corner, your laughs echoing down the still street. "I said to quit, didn't I?"

“Your sister is crazy,” Hakkai mumbled to the groaning Takemichi, whose only response was to hold his head in his hands.

[jennamoran]

On the Cultural Distinctiveness of Rocks

(original script I was reading from follows; this time, it's just a story, and not the other stuff.)

So I’m watching Deep Space Nine with my friend and I have to stop like ten seconds in to tell this story.

I don’t know if you’ve seen it. It’s pretty deep, you know, and a lot of people don’t like deep fiction. But it all starts, it all begins, in the credit sequence there, with this rock.

This rock, surrounded by a nebulous aura of importance, flying through the void.

I’m kind of assuming there’s gonna be nine of them. I don’t know for sure. Nine rocks, out there in space, and they’ve got this whole multi-season show about them. Q probably shows up at some point to make fun of rocks. The Borg attack. They add the cultural distinctiveness of the rocks onto their own. That’s why there are nine Borg, later, and how we get seven of nine of them on Voyager.

I think.

It’s still the credit sequence so I don’t know for sure.

But I wanted to tell you what I think will be the story of the rock.

I think that it’s a rock that got cursed, really early on. The youngest rock of nine rock brothers and sisters. Siblings, I guess. A lot of rocks are nonbinary even if they don’t bother putting it on their forms.

It was told, you will love fiercely, but you will ruin what you love.

It lived its life in fear of that dreadful prophecy. But as bad as it was, it still had to live.

For a rock in space, that meant ... to fly through space. To journey ever onwards through the so-called “final frontier.”

That rock flew by some planet once.

There was a prince who lived there, handsome and noble, and he saw that rock, and he fell in love. He chased that rock across the world, climbed the highest mountain in the world, to get a little closer to that rock.

And it just flew by.

It loved him too, I think. But it was afraid. It was afraid to love, when the love of that rock was dread and ruin.

The prince shouted up, after that rock:

“If you’re being compelled ...”

If you’re being compelled, he tried to say. If you leave, not by your will, but by some other’s ...

Then tell me, and I will chase you to the farthest stars.

But the rock did not reply; did not name some wizard or monster that compelled it. It whispered, perhaps, of things like gravity and momentum.

It remembered, not quite aloud, how it was its nature to whip around a star, to grow close and then grow far. To fall ever inwards towards the day, like any Icarus; to fall outwards, like the sunset, after, to the endless night.

We’re all just prisoners of gravity and momentum, in the end.

The prince in his heart he heard these words. He raged against them.

But gravity and momentum are pretty hard to kill.

He got momentum, I think. Left it bleeding on the battlefield.

Gravity was harder.

Down, down, he went, into the depths of his forsaken world; found at its molten core the citadel in which King Gravity was said to dwell; and there the gravity of his business slew him, and piled him up with the other princes, stacked like cordwood, that the divine right that lives in princes could be burned as fuel to keep the principle of gravity alive.

Physicists don’t like to talk about this. But they’ll admit it, if you know.

At least they don’t have a much better explanation of why gravity endures when it’s burning energy every moment of every day across the vastness of the stars.

And the rock flew on.

There were dolphins, I think. Space dolphins. They swam beside the rock a while, shimmering and silver in the night. They sang to it, and it echoed back their song.

It loved them, too, but it did not speak to them of love.

It shed its rocky skin, and swam beside them in a dolphin’s form, surrounded in a shimmering of starry light.

But one by one they died.

And they had children, but their children died.

And their children, and their children, on to the uttermost generations of their line.

And in the end there was just one dolphin left, that swam beside the rock. That tried to mate with the rock, but failed, on account of, it was a rock.

And then it died, and the rock flew on alone.

It curled itself around its grief. It balled up like an armadillo balls. It was a thing of grief and sorrow but even good kids when they told its story later would crack up about the armadillo balls.

Thus with every tragedy, I think, involving balls.

It curled itself up, wrapped around its endless sorrow, and the rock flew on.

One day, I think, the rock saw a distant star, and it knew, this was the one.

It saw the star and it was rapt with love, caught in the brilliance and the beauty and the gravitational well around that star. And it saw, like the jaws of a wolf that closed around it, the doom it had been given drawing near.

It would strike that star. If it was lucky, it would burn up inside it. It would die, and the star would scream in grief.

If it was not lucky, then the star would not survive, and the rock—

That had always survived; that had always been the last thing to survive, long after princes and dolphins and other things had died—

Would fly on, outwards, into space.

That’s the story of Deep Space Nine, I think.

That’s the fundamental tragedy of it, how we can’t stop that kind of thing. How rocks just sometimes fly into the stars and all things end.

This is, I think, a world driven by catastrophes. A world of death and endings. A world where the most fundamental forces are so very cruel.

In this, I think, the writers of Deep Space Nine must have agreed.

They would have wept to see the rock approach that star, knowing what was to come.

It is a dark and empty world, you see, and even the television of the ... what, 90s, was it? Had no choice but to face, to accept, that fundamental truth. There is no going forward. There is no prospect of redemption. There is no love save love that leads to ruin, and even gravity shall be our foe.

The rock flew on; drew ever closer to the star; and the people of the planets of that star were struck by fear, struck with it like pain in their abdomen, their heart, their throat, their mind. They stood in the grip of that pain, and it contorted them.

If I believed in eucatastrophe, still. If I believed in miracles, and magic, then I would say it circled round that star.

I would say that gravity, that had always been so impersonal and never kind, seized up the rock as it drew in closer. Caught it, in its hand, as the rock brushed past the star, and whirled it round, and cast it out again into the endless void. That ballistics, which has always been so cruel, was this once kind.

But we all know what really happens with rocks and stars.

We all know that falling towards a star is just an ending; that it’s laughable to imagine that King Gravity would ever throw two things apart.

Even the physicists will admit this, if you ask them. Probably. I think. I haven’t asked.

That’s the utter emptiness of space, you know. That’s the message of Deep Space Nine. The rock will strike the star, and all things end.

IMPORTANT UPDATE: I watched a little more and I was wrong.

[klonnieshippersclub]

I NEED someone to write a fic of Klaus trying to do his mixed kids hair😤

A fic about soft Klonnie moments sounds like a nice idea! I accept any and every fic concept to share it with everyone else who loves Klonnie. What good is this space for if not sharing ideas!

That being said, Klaus is a thousand years old I think he would be well-educated in styling his daughter’s hair. If there were any struggles Bonnie would help him. TVD’s styling didn’t do Bonnie justice to not accommodate Kat. I reject this “bad hair Bonnie” canon! Kol wouldn’t be allowed to do any of their girls hair. This was a cute concept, so I gave it a try. Let me know your thoughts!

This took 15 minutes, so you might want to manage your expectations. Enjoy!

Iris peaked her head into her parent's bedroom to find her father alone in a chair sketching. She hates to interrupt his quiet time, but she needed him. While fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater, Iris cleared her throat. 

"Papa, who is going to do my hair with Mama gone?" she asked with distress painted on her face. "I can't go to school looking a mess!"

Klaus frowned at his child obviously being upset. "You sound like your Aunt Rebekah. I can do your hair for you."

"I'm not sure you're qualified," his daughter responded with a wary look in her eyes.

"I do have a few curls of my own, sweetheart."

"Yeah, but my hair is hard," Iris anguished. "Marina's waves are easy to manage."

Klaus inwardly sighed at his youngest daughter's bad habit of comparing herself to one of her elder siblings. He hoped to comfort her and ease her worry but knew this talk would be easier with Bonnie here. Then again, Iris wouldn't have come to him about her hair if Bonnie was present in the first place. Instead, she was off assisting a witch doctor in nursing a cursed wolf pack back to health.

"Your hair isn't hard," Klaus softly chided. "It's just different from your older sister's."

Iris wasn't quite sure if she believed him. He was her father. He had to love everything about her, even her difficult hair. It was his job as a parent to do so. "I guess..."

"Your lovely hair is just like your mother's and she taught me a few tricks," said Klaus as he stood to retrieve Bonnie's hair supplies that she didn't take with her. "Sit and be amazed."

[onthepyre]

Hi June! No.1 for the prompt meme if you feel inspired? 💖

hi calli!! thanks for dropping in <3 this is kind of loosely the "dirtiest white boy in america" period but honestly. fuck if i know. it's sad though

send me a number and ill write something angsty

1 - keeping things from the other to spare their feelings

Sometimes Dad had to bail, Mickey knew. When they were little kids, not smart enough to keep their traps shut, he and Mandy got dragged along, lying in the backseat, her head in his lap. Perks of being the youngest two, Mickey guesses. Seeing Indiana before they turned six. By the time Mom was gone, they were told to keep their heads down and wait it out while Dad fucked off to who-knows-where. It sucked, but it sucked less than having him home. It was tolerable.

When the pigs started sniffing around the Alibi, Dad got itchy. They were just around to "ask questions," but the proximity was enough. He had a bag packed in ten minutes, four loaded handguns tucked under dirty underwear and ratty cutoffs. It was damn near a rampage, but Mickey didn't have the sixth sense his siblings did that told them to get the fuck out of dodge. He didn't even realize the depth of shit he was in until Dad pitched a backpack at him and asked what the fuck he was standing around with his thumb up his ass for.

Arguing was useless. If he ran now, Mickey would be dead when Dad inevitably made it back to Chicago. So he took the backpack and stuffed it with a change of clothes and a handful of knives and cash, tucking his busted flip phone into a wad of underwear. In case he needed it, Mickey told himself. So he could contact Mandy if they were gonna be gone long. Not Ian.

That's what he told himself, at least, but when they were halfway to Dad's buddy's cabin in Minnesota and it slipped out that he was wanted for eight counts of trafficking, when Mickey's throat started to burn, he knew.

A nine hour drive meant sitting next to Dad all night. When they finally, finally made it, got out to stretch their legs deep in the woods, it set in. Mickey was very firmly stuck here, at least for the coming days, nobody to keep him company but Dad and the fucking raccoons.

Just about as soon as they set foot in the cabin, Dad was snoring. Mickey wasn't about to take his chances in the same room, only four feet of space between the twin beds. He crept to the bathroom, locked the door, propped a stepstool against it for good measure. He texted Mandy first, short and to the point: sos in mn.

Then there was the problem of Ian. He had, at best, one message to make sure he'd leave him alone. There was no telling how long it would take Mandy to figure out how the fuck to get him out of this three-room shithole, assuming he wasn't cursed to die in it. Mickey couldn't say nothing. Ian would get antsy, go looking for him. Say something he shouldn't. But he couldn't tell him what was actually happening, either, because he couldn't give Ian that false hope. Couldn't let him stay attached, pine, worry, wait for something that wasn't going to come.

He had to let him get over it like a normal heartbreak. Ian could cry for a week and then find some other South Side street rat to fuck instead, a thought that had Mickey gnawing on his bottom lip to distract from the pit in his stomach. Yeah. That was what he had to do.

cant c u anymore, he wrote. dont txt.

Mickey deleted both messages as soon as they went through. He allowed himself ten seconds to let it sink in. Knuckles pressed into his eyes, sitting on the toilet lit bent double, he sniffled once. Then, after a few shuddering breaths, he opened the door, and thank fuck, Dad was still snoring.

[theweirdestroller]

Cuddle Pile!

The currents were frosty, as most things in Reaper's domain were. He felt right at home, but looking behind him, he was the only one who did.

"Why are we heerree," Error whined, rubbing his hands up and down his arms.

"You're the one who wanted to come here." Reaper shot back, using a particularly harsh flip of his tail to bat Error away. Dream chuckled from his place on Nightmare's shoulder. Error growled at the pair, speeding up to regain his spot behind Reaper.

"I didn't think it'd be so cold!" All the leviathans present turned and looked at their youngest in mild disbelief. "Okay, let me rephrase. I didn't think it'd be so cold for us. We're leviathans for crying out loud,"

"It doesn't feel all that cold to me," Nightmare's voice held a humorous edge.

"I mean, there is one solution to warm up," Ink giggled. Before anyone could say another word, all five leviathans were wrapped up in colorful tentacles. Nightmare let out a screech as a second appendage wrapped him up to keep him from escaping. "Cuddle pile!" Ink cheered, pulling his siblings closer.

Dream, in his smaller form, snuggled against Ink's cheek, watching his twin thrash. Error curled around the tentacle restraining him, relaxing into it. Reaper simply let himself go limp, Ink pulling him around as he wished.

"I guess this is pretty warm," A light blush dusted Error's features. Nightmare was grumbling ancient curses, much to the amusement of the others.

"If you don't unhand me this second, I'm going to restart our war." Ink only laughed. "I'm not kidding!" Nightmare screeched indignantly. Ink only patted his head.

And there, the world's five most dangerous beings sat. Tangled together in a pile of warmth in the middle of a frozen wasteland.

Centuries ago, they would have torn each other apart for even thinking of being in the same territory. But time, as well as the help of certain mers and selkies, softened the titans and allowed them to enjoy the company of their siblings once again.

[twister-sister]

Guess what? I tried writing again after a long time and in the spirit of the holidays I gave it a holiday theme, if you all like it I might continue.

Jk stood in the kitchen of his palace with a mixing bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other in the bowl was batter that was carefully mixed, his daughter Clover hummed as she pulled the previous batch of cookies from the oven breathing in their delicious aroma. "I love baking Christmas cookies."

She stated more so to herself than him, Jk chuckled in agreement as the mixing bowl was placed on the table and spoons were retrieved from the counter drawer. "I too, enjoy it, it feels like it had been a millennia since we had enjoyed these festivities." Clover laughed at her father's words. "Dad it's only been a year."

⋆˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆˚｡⋆ "A year is still a long time," Jk argued as Clover only shook her head the batter being spooned up and placed onto a parchment paper-covered pan. "When will the others get here?" Clover asked as she closed the oven setting the timer before wiping her hands on the apron that protected the front of her from the various cooking ingredients.

"I am not entirely sure, Clover hopefully not too much longer Mis and May are just as eager to see their siblings again as you are" As if on cue Mis and May came tumbling into the kitchen play fighting running after each other like two wild animals and after they came running their governess Nannan the goat stumbling through the door as well.

"Sir!, I am so sorry I- they are so excited and-" Nannan hushed as Jk held his hand up to silence her. "It is fine Nannan" Jk smiled watching his youngest chase each other Mayhem jumped onto his brother's back pinning him to the kitchen floor.

"I WIN BROTHER!" Mayhem announced to the entire kitchen while Mischief wriggled around trying to get free ultimately failing "Okay, okay you win!" the twins stood from the floor peeking over the kitchen island at the plates of various goodies, May reached his hand in only to have it smacked at with a spatula by Clover. "After supper" Clove directed looking at her youngest sibling spatula in hand.

"FATHER WE WANT COOKIES!" "Give us cookies Father!." "That, my boys." JK answered "It is up to your sister"

Mis and May ran around the island, hugging Clover's legs. "SISTER LET US HAVE COOKIES!"

Clover crossed her arms shaking her head no which made the twins groan in unison.

"Brother, commence puppy dog eyes" May directed, before their sister could say anything the twins looked up at her their two-tone eyes wide and glassy their bottom lips poking out. "This is completely unfair, I said no and no means- don't look at me like that- boys I'm warning you-"

"Please sissy" Mis spoke taking one for the team by using the baby talk, Clover looked between her brother as they rested their cheeks against her leg trying hard not to give in, so hard but in the end however she caved giving the twins one of each cookie. "VICTORY IS OURS!" Mayhem declared while leaving the kitchen.

"They can be such a handful at times." JK chuckled while making another batch of cookie dough. "Indeed they can be." Nannan agreed "But they keep life enjoyable as well as keeping you on your toes or in my case hooves." The governess chuckled collecting her coat from the rack "Leaving already?" JK asked placing the bowl down onto the counter. "It is 6 o'clock, sir." "Is it?, how time flies I will walk you out." JK nodded to his daughter a silent okay to continue without him. Stepping out of the palace JK walked alongside Nannan the clicks of his heeled boots matched those of her hooves on the pavement JK was wracking his brain trying to find something to say, something that would break the silence that fell between them internally cursing as the governess car came closer into view.

"Miss Nannan?." He finally spoke as they reached the governess's car. "Yes, JK?." Nannan asked looking back at him.

JK opened his mouth then closed it as Nannan tilted her head. "Drive safe." he finally spoke. "I will sir, thank you, Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas,"

JK replied as Nannan slipped into her car driving off once the taillights vanished from sight JK banged his head against his fist muttering the word 'stupid' numerous times. " 'Drive safe' What the fuck JK" He cursed himself returning to the palace, pausing as the window of the left tower gave a soft glow signaling that the portal had activated.

[sugarywishes]

Um...I accidentally deleted an anonymous ask post (I posted it too early lmao)

So anon, if you're reading this, this is for you!! And also thanks for going through my page lmao

So, why does William favor Evan over his siblings?

1. They both look extremely similar:

Nowadays, it's common to see people hc Mike as the Will lookalike, and I really like that too!

But back then, the only one who could've immediately be guessed as William's child was Evan. Both had the PALEST skin of the family (this is saying a lot considering they're British!!)

Both had kind of nerving eye colors (Will's is an icy blue that was basically almost white, and Evan somehow developed fully bright green eyes) dark eye bags, scruffy hair that always just kind of looks...like that no matter how much they try to fix it, and of course, skinny as hell!

2. Similar upbringing (aka, trauma!):

Considering they both look kind of like corpses, and they act really...um....abnormal by society standards of their time, it's no wonder they're considered outcasts! William's dealt with bullying and abuse throughout his life (it also doesn't help that he didn't have anyone on his side since I headcanon him as an orphan lol) and Evan is literally going through it right now! (He just sees himself in him) So William latches onto his youngest son more and serves as Evan's 'guide' and 'mentor' (notice the quotation marks?)

3. He can't really attach himself to anyone else in the Afton Family lmao:

Okay, him and Michael are literally polar opposites, and if they weren't related and were the same age Mike would totally bully him and Will would want him dead 😭 (Mikey is a popular, mean kid and Will...was just mean!)

And unfortunately, William kind of sees Michael as an inconvenience (since he is a college mistake...Wear condoms guys, and also if you have the option for child support and you're not interested in raising a kid, please take the opportunity and don't be abusive like Will turnt out!!)

And also, he isn't at all attached to Elizabeth or his wife. Clara because well, he doesn't love her. Sure she's pretty and all but he prefers to be by himself. Being married to her was basically kind of an obligation in his mind? (Henry talked him into getting a relationship with her and his yet-to-be born son 😬) and for Elizabeth, again he just doesn't really care for her. (Her looking the most like Clara did not help in going his favor, no matter how hard she tried to please him :( )

4. He was easy to control (man, who would've thought he sucked as a father for all his children?)

His other kids were not as easily manipulated (Michael had the logic and experience to know not to trust him, and Elizabeth had Charlie and Mike to keep her on the right path no matter how much she tried to steer)

Even Clara would put her foot down if he did or said something off. But Evan on the other hand? He's the perfect son, always obedient, always trusting, he's a sweet little doll! (Which is precisely what William thought of him 😞)

And plus, no one else was on Evan's side at all, and according to William, people like themselves must stick together to achieve greatness no matter what (and the only person he knew he could trust/relate to was his father.)

So yeah, Evan's weak-willed self was a prime target for William's abuse. How charming! (Kind of like a Quasimodo and Frollo relationship?)

Anyways, that's it! (Probably, I'm very certain I missed one or two reasons, curse me and my lack of notes!!) If you have questions, fire them away!

[chyirly]

Me thinking about how if Spots' plan does come to fruition, not only will Miles see his dad die, but will probably see the remains of the Hamato family as well.

Gosh, he'll see Aaron Jr’s. corpse as he’ll most likely be far from the Hamato home to save them, and if it's only been a few months since ROTTMNTMovie happened, then he’ll only have a short amount of time to be happy with his son.

Anyway let's talk about how the writers confirmed that RiseRaph doesn't mind his siblings cursing, as long as they aren't offending anyone. (Don’t have the X post anymore)

Rise are a dramatic bunch, they don't mind cursing like a sailor but prefer to hold out for certain moments.

So for any crossover fics out there, here how some interaction could play out (not including Mutant Mayhem)(you don't have to listen to me) -

RiseMikey cursing - RiseMikey perfers to curse when angry, Delicate Touch and in the kitchen. He is seen as the youngest of all generations, actually the youngest and shortest, a baby. So when the others see him cursing, the reaction is usually ‘oh my god the baby just cursed’ and ‘oh my god he's scary’.

RiseDonnie cursing - RiseDonnie is prone to cursing when in his lab or being a mad scientist, he does curse in normal conversation as well. It's obvious to the other turtles that he's the most, obviously, openly unhinged Donnie in the group, so the others aren't that surprised, a little shaken that this Donnie curses in normal conversations instead of when pissed off, but relatively okay with it.

RiseLeo cursing - RiseLeo curses when in active conversation and when necessary, basically in comedic moments. Although the others are surprised that a Leo is actively choosing to curse, instead of it being unconsciously, they get over it quickly as it's obvious he's different from the other Leo’s.

RiseRaph cursing - RiseRaph curses in emotional moments, when angry or stressed, and does try to suppress himself but ultimately fails. The others are surprised that he tries not to curse, and do kind of expect him to when they expect it, he does not curse when they expect it, which makes it more jarring when he does curse.

GUESS WHOSE BACKKK!!!! I know I said I wanted to be more active, but when have I ever listened to myself.

In all actuality, I'm definitely just living in the space between fandoms right now, so probably don't expect TMNT stuff anymore, sorry.

Anyway, I've had this draft saved for almost 6 months now, and since I'm on break right now, why not post it?

I've been focusing on more traditional art stuff lately, so I probably will be only posting my WIPs for a while, till I finally get a digital drawing that I'm happy with.

Expect stuff from other fandoms! (probably not for another few months)

[xkaidaxxxx]

Kid's Murder

Geto x reader, Gojo x reader

Warning: Murder, brainwashed, manipulation, new light, happy ending.

no proof read sorry ya'll.

Reblogs are appreciated <3

“You’re a monster Suguru!” You yelled at him with tears running down your cheeks. “ Are you second guessing our life?” he asked. Your love for Suguru started during your 1st year of Highschool. As time passed by you two ended up dating. Bright and Happy. In love. When Suguru told you his future plans you didn’t care. You followed him. You were so blinded by love that you didn’t care to have him explain his entire process of his plan. He knew the girls he took in were more than likely to die, and so during your early twenties he wanted a son or daughter to carry on his ideals. To keep the cycle going in case he suddenly dies. You had twins at 19. Beautiful boys. Sena and Seiji. The pregnancy was surprisingly easy, same with birth. Suguru made sure he was there as much as he could while planning out what was cruel. When the twins turned 5…The eldest of them wasn’t a curse user. Sena. One Suguru came home feeling hurt. You saw blood on his cheek and hands. “ I tried saving him y/n. Our Sena.” he lied straight to you and since you were so naive you believe him. You were brainwashed and manipulated to the max. He got rid of his own son. As years passed by you ended up having 7 kids. Another set of twins and 3 single children. He killed off 3 out of the 7. Those murders with different stories. You were so fucking blind it was insane. Until you had 2 more kids. One day you were going to surprise Suguru and his daughter with lunch. It was an hour trip but it was alright. You heard their laughter and walked close enough to see the way Suguru made your little one scream and cry in pain. He then made it quick afterwards. You left running back. You got the kids fed and ready for bed. 

Children's names

Sena 

Kazumi 

Tadashi 

Aki 

Satomi 

You were going to search for help and the only people you thought of were your old classmates,teachers, and principle, Specifically Gojo Satoru. The strongest. One day you decided to take your children on a trip while their father was gone. They were so excited. You told them you’d take stops to different locations. The last one being where you knew Gojo goes to take a breather. To relax a bit. You enjoyed the time with your kids. Laughing, eating, taking photos. When you hit the last destination. You told them to set up the picnic you all decided to have “last minute”. You said you needed to use the bathrooms nearby. Instead you went into a hidden part of the forest. There he was. “ How did you know I’m here? Y/n.” Gojo asked. “ It’s always been your time to breathe and relax…I rolled the dice hoping you’d show here.” You replied, twiddling with your fingers. He noticed. You felt shameful having to ask for help. “What is it? Did you finally come to your senses after all these years?” he asked. You started crying silently, “I didn’t know Suguru was doing such cruel things.” you spoke. “You couldn’t be that stupid. You were so fucking blind and pathetic.” he replied looking at you directly. “ We h-had kids…ju-st recently..I witnessed hi-m murdering my youngest child a twin. My daughter. I noticed that the ones that died were non-sorcerers. The ones without curse energy.” you replied trying to hold back from more crying. Gojo felt awful. “ I can process him doing this to regular humans…but his own children..it's too much.” Gojo said. “ Mama!! Where are you!?” your son Sena called out. “Please Gojo help me. I can’t live with that man anymore. My kids…They can’t grow up to end up like him. They need a good environment to live in. I don’t want to lose them if they don’t agree with his ideals. Help me, I'm begging you.” You said falling onto your knees as Gojo looked away and didn’t respond to you. “Big brother… Is mama gone? Is she hurt? Did dada hurt her like he did with my twin.” Aki said, crying. Sena had his siblings in a line. You and Gojo heard him. “Please Gojo.” you begged. He helped you stand up again. He gave you a tight hug which you both needed. “ Let’s go now. I’ll support you and your kids from now on.” he said letting you go. “ I know the kids will want things from home.” you said. “ No we don’t.” Sena said. “ He hurt my siblings Mama,Right? Why?” Tadashi asked. You realized none of them needed anything from home. All they did was school and train. “ Your father lost his sanity.” Gojo said. “Let's get going. Leave everything behind. Any electronics as well.” You said. You walked back to the car putting everything inside. Sena lit the car on fire. Once you were all at a distance the car exploded and the flames burned incredibly strong. 

Children’s ages:

Sena 15 

Kazumi 11

Tadashi 10

Aki 5

Satomi 4

“ Mama, where are we going to live now?” Aki asked, holding her big brother’s Tadashi’s hand. “Somewhere safe sweetie.” you replied. Gojo carried Aki. “ My place. It’s very hidden. I will protect you all, don't worry.” Gojo replied. You knew he meant that. You didn’t want him to worry so you were going to hold up on your own as well. Satomi played with his blindfold. Hours passed. Gojo decided to keep you all close as you went shopping for daily necessities and fun things for the kids. Computers and phones for You, Sena, and Kazumi. He made sure you all had tracking devices for safety. Fun games. Board and online ones. He made sure their education will be good. He bought them school supplies and gave you their curriculums for the school year with the textbooks they’ll be needing. You’re a homeschool teacher and so you’ve taught them a lot. Once he took you all home they were shocked at how a hidden home could be so huge and luxurious. 

As they chose their rooms Gojo pulled you aside. “If you allow it, I'd like to take Sena to Jujutsu High. At least as a trial of 2 months. If he likes it, can he attend?” he said. “ A month and 2 weeks…if he wants to attend..he can but teach him all you can, to make him stronger, so he can protect himself and the relationships he makes along the way.” you said to him. “Yes. I will. I swear.” he replied. You nodded. He walked to the living room. “ Did you all choose a room?”  Gojo asked. They smiled and nodded. “ Satomi can have a room when she’s older, for now She’ll sleep with her mommy.” He said. “ Thank you sir!” they said in unison. “ No problem. Your mommy and I have known each other since we were in High School. Awesome right? She was a total weird and shy loser, however she’s a powerful person. A little bit near my level.” he said with a laugh he’s always had. “ Our mom isn't weird nor a shy loser!” Aki said. “ He’s right, I was weird and shy. He helped me get out of my shell. I kicked his ass only once, that's only because he had the flu.” You said taking Satomi from Kazumi. 

Months went on by. Sena did attend Jujutsu high. Gojo kept his promise. He trained Sena like no other. He taught him so much. When he’d come home to you and the kids. He helped them with the homework you gave them. He’d also help with Satomi. That little one is very energetic so he would tire her out with princess parties or playing who can get to mommy the fastest. With Kazumi and Tadashi he would teach them anything they’d need. One time you were busy with cleaning and Kazumi asked a terrifying question. “ Gojo. Is it true that periods hurt? When will I get mine?” she asked. It caught him so off guard. He was sweating and then put on his serious face. You and Shoko during those days were a pain to him and Suguru. You girls would complain a lot. He remembered how you girls complained about different painful spots. “Well… It will but every girl's body is different so who knows. I don’t know what age girls get it. Ask your mom about anything like that. She’s a female like you, so she’ll have loads of information about it. It’s good to know you trust me about asking things like that. Run along. Don’t forget to ask your mom and do your homework.” he replied. Kazumi left for her room. Gojo fell onto the couch and let out a huge sigh. He was panicking in his mind the entire time. “ Hey da- I mean Gojo…Is it okay If you can help me with math equations.” Tadashi said. Gojo was shocked. Tadashi called him dad. “ Yes of course. I’m always here if you need me okay.” he replied. 

There was a specific day where he bursted into tears.

“ I almost called him dad like 5 times…” Tadashi said to his siblings.  “Me too big brother” Aki replied. “ I did once..it felt normal. I apologized after. He said it was okay.” Kazumi added. “ I called him Dad in front of my classmates… They were all shocked. He didn’t deny me as his son. I keep wondering if he actually sees us as his kids…or if he was just trying to save me from embarrassment.” Sena said, playing with his shoe laces. Gojo was listening to them. He cried silently. Of course he did. After 2 months of you moving in with the kids, he started flirting with you. At first it was playful but after time he realized it was real. He started getting his shit together. He naturally became a father to them and a great boyfriend to you. “ Hey y/n..I heard them..they said Dad.” he said crying. You wiped his tears. “ I think that's beautiful. You are a great dad. You have your flaws but you’re a great dad. I love you Satoru Gojo.” you said. He kissed you passionately. The kids saw and gasped. “ Mama!” Satomi said. Gojo pulled away with a caught smile. “...does this mean… I mean..is it okay if we call you dad.” Kazumi asked. “ Sena, I didn't save you from embarrassment. I didn’t deny you because I think all of you kids are my own. My little, crazy, awesome angels.” Gojo replied. You held Gojo’s hand with a tight grip. Gojo always thought he’d never fall in love, that he’d never have kids, that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy life, it all faded away when he fell in love with you. “ Da..daa..dada.” Satomi said while having her cute little hands in her mouth. He carried her pecking her forehead. “That’s me.” he said happily. 

“ I love my babies and my Satoru.” You said. You were full of love and happiness. You all shared a big family hug.

[jjmbbg]

headcanons + situations of "being an adopted child of john and abigail marston" [and being jack's older sibling].

• let's say you're about four years older than jack.

• honestly you weren't adopted by them, they just found you in the middle of the road wandering around barefoot and with your clothes a little torn.

• they took you because they felt sorry for you.

• and somehow abigail felt some special connection with you.

• the others in the gang would tease john for being a softie with you.

• although john would be happy to have you, he says it would be nice for jack to have an older sibling, someone else to play with.

• (but then john left)

• jack was one year old when he became the youngest child.

• you would both know how to read and write, although you would always help jack with the difficult words.

• abigail would teach you how to sew, basically it would be the only thing you would know how to do because it's known that she doesn't cook very well, so she couldn't teach you a lot of things.

• arthur was your "favorite uncle" in the gang, along with javier.

• javier taught you how to play the guitar and some words in spanish (he taught you curse words and abigail almost smashed the guitar on his head 'cause of that)

• let's say arthur had a soft side for you, with that in mind, he taught you how to draw.

• so you filled all the tents and notebooks with drawings.

• arthur would also take you fishing with jack.

【 ㅡ could you take care of them for a while?

arthur looked at abigail for a few seconds, agreeing.

you saw him walking towards you, jack was playing with a stick and you were sitting next to him reading his favorite book.

ㅡ whatchu up to?

ㅡ i'm playing ㅡjack answered, looking at him. ㅡ and they're reading to me.

ㅡ anything fun?

ㅡ i guess so ㅡyou said.

ㅡ you wanna come fishing with me?

ㅡ fishing?

ㅡ sounds fun ㅡyou said closing the book and marking the page you were reading.ㅡ does this sound fun to you, jackie?

ㅡ sure. you both are... it's about time that you started to earn your keep.

ㅡ okay.

ㅡ let's go get your pole then. now, you do have a fishing pole, don't you?

ㅡ uncle hosea made us two.

ㅡ cool.

the three of them went to get their fishing poles and mounted their horses, you heard the two of them talking as you looked around. you arrived at the ideal fishing spot and got off, arthur taught you both how to fish.

of course, jack got bored and sat a couple of meters away from you, but you stayed with arthur.

ㅡ how you fellin'? ㅡarthur asked you.ㅡ you know, because of your dad and that stuff.

ㅡ ah, that ㅡyou murmured.ㅡ i'm fine, i guess. mom is too and jack... i think he is too, he doesn't talk about it, although he doesn't fully understand it either.

ㅡ your mother have explained what happened, did she?

ㅡ she did it, but... well, i don't wanna talk about it...

ㅡ alright then. 】

• we know john and abigail were gonna have little girl too.

• i have the hc that she was conceived after their wedding, but she didn't make it.

• so, with that in mind, let's put ourselves in the situation where she should've been born.

• you would have stayed with jack so he wouldn't worry about his mother.

• you know, jack is anxious (canonically).

• you have a memory of hearing your little sister cry.

• however, you never saw her, neither you nor jack.

• and your family never brought the subject up to the table.

• at twelve you would ask john to teach you how to shoot because one day it would be just you and jack, and someone had to take care of him.

【 ㅡ you're twelve, i'm not gonna teach you that ㅡjohn said. but let's be honest, in part he didn't accept because abigail would castrate hi if he did.

ㅡ at my age you-

ㅡ yeah, but i didn't have other options, you do. i'm not gonna take you down that path.

ㅡ i just wanna know how to shoot, one day you will leave and so will mom and it'll be jack and i. i'll have to take care of that fool.

john was certainly be sad, although he will never show it to you. it's not that he didn't want to teach you how to shoot a gun, he just doesn't want you to get excited about learning and want to do things that put you at risk.

he ended up agreeing after many more pleas. 】

• your relationship with jack was the typical relationship of siblings where they fought at breakfast and at dinner they were already reconciled.

• and you would be the first person to come to his defense always, even if he was wrong.

【 ㅡ did you go hunting a bear by yourself? that was dangerous! and- and- stupid!

ㅡ i already know! ㅡjack would scream, then hiss in pain.ㅡ i had enough with pa, and ma would scold me worse. i already learned my lesson or whatever.

ㅡ ... at least let me sew your clothes while you clean up, okay?

ㅡ ... okay.

[...]

ㅡ i did my best at sewing it, and it doesn't look too bad ㅡyou said, extending his clothes to him.ㅡ i also washed them and let them dry, have you rested yet?

ㅡ you don't have to worry about me ㅡhe said annoyed.

ㅡ are you mad at me? ㅡyou asked, almost without being able to believe it.

ㅡ yes- no- i don't know! ㅡhe screeched.ㅡ it's just... i think i'm just mad at myself.

ㅡ and why is that? ㅡyou took a seat next to him on his mattress.

ㅡ i think... that i'm like this because i couldn't catch it...

ㅡ it's okay to not achieve things the first time.

ㅡ no, it's not okay ㅡhe said, standing up as best he could and walked around his room trying to calm down. ㅡ i'm supposed to already know how to do these hunting things, i learned how to skin elk!

ㅡ but it's not the same, jack. it's different to hunt animals that are hunters and animals that are fairly harmless.

ㅡ it doesn't matter anymore. and could you come out of my room? i want to change.

ㅡ let me check your wounds and i'll leave.

ㅡ does mom know?

ㅡ i don't know, i doubt it.

you checked the state of his wounds and changed his bandages.

ㅡ great, will you go now?

ㅡ mhm, just... wait.

in the midst of his struggle to put on his shirt, you hugged him.

ㅡ this is weird ㅡjack murmured, not knowing whether to reciprocate or not the hug.ㅡ very weird.

ㅡ shut up ㅡyou told him.ㅡ i wish you were sixteen forever.

jack seemed to understand what you were talking about, so he allowed himself to reciprocate your hug by murmuring a simple "it's okay." 】

• john's (and uncle's) death would have led you to take care of what was left of your family, trying to maintain order.

• but then abigail died.

• and jack wanted to revenge his family.

• you couldn't stop him.

• and he didn't look back when he left.

• it would have been weeks since jack left without telling you where.

• obviously you couldn't just die, you still had to take care of the farm and for yourself, with or without him.

• one day, while you were driving the cows, you saw him riding through the entrance of the place.

• he had returned.

【 ㅡ okay, little cows, tomorrow you'll go back to grazing ㅡyou told them as if they would understand you.

you got off your horse and went home, when you were going up the stairs in the entrance you saw him.

your stupid brother had already returned.

you smiled and returned on your steps as jack got off his (your dad's) horse and walked towards you. you stood facing each other, not knowing who should speak first.

ㅡ you're back ㅡyou said after a few eternal seconds of silence.

ㅡ i killed someone ㅡhe said.ㅡ i killed him, i- edgar ross died and i caused it.

you looked at him surprised and nodded your head as you listened to him talk about his journey.

ㅡ why did you do it?

ㅡ i told you it was for revenge. someone had to avenge uncle, ma and pa ㅡhe responded cautiously.

ㅡ and do you feel good after having done it?

jack didn't respond, in fact, he wasn't even looking at your face, he had his own hidden behind his hat. you raised your hand to lift him by the chin and make him deign to look you in the eyes and answer your question.

but then he sniffed.

ㅡ jackie... ㅡyou called him, feeling your heart break.

ㅡ it didn't feel good at all ㅡhe cried out.ㅡ i thought it would do it, that something would change, but no... nothing happened.

you hugged him because you knew he wasn't going to ask you to and you also knew it was what he needed most.

ㅡ they're gone... ma, pa, uncle... all gone...

ㅡ i know, jackie, i know. and i'm not going anywhere.

ㅡ pa said the same thing.

ㅡ maybe, but i'm not him. 】