#i couldn’t help myself from writing siblings they just are so amazing

[billy-babs]

Wrote a fic. Please go read. Hope you enjoy 😘.

[hayatoseyepatch]

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: Endo loved how easy it was to fluster you. But if he loved anything more it was how easy to rile Sakura up. And now he'll do anything he can to show Endo just who you belong to. 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Haruka Sakura (Wind Breaker) 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘: Bunny!Reader x Wolf!Sakura (Hybrid) ⚠️NSFW Dark Content⚠️. 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Fem!Reader, Hybrid, Breeding, Jealousy, Penetrative Sex, Praise, Degradation, Heavy Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Use of the Term Daddy.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: This one was definitely out of my wheelhouse of usual content. But I've read a few of these (cough cough @candycandy00's amazing Suo x Reader x Sakura Hybrid AU cough cough) And decided to take a spin for it myself. This was so much fun to write and I hope you enjoy! My full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.

You had been living with Umemiya for a few months now, adopted from a shelter where you had been for almost two years. Bunny hybrids were very common, often only used for one thing, but he was different. Umemiya hadn’t made a single advance, treated you more like a little sibling than a typical owner. It confused you at first but after a while you learned to just accept this kindness. “Umemiya isn’t a typical guy.” The other bunny hybrid who lived there had said. You came to find Kiryu was right, he certainly was not. He didn’t seem to be like “that” with any of the hybrids who lived in the spacious home. Treating all of you more like family then pets.

You had been shy at first, the mix of other hybrids certainly intimidating you. Gravitating toward the other bunny in a sense of solidarity. His floppy pink ears and kind smile making you feel comfortable. He had eventually been the one to introduce you to the others. There was Nirei, a very excitable golden retriever hybrid, always carrying around a notebook, eager to learn about the other hybrids. Then there was Sugishita. He seemed the closest to Umemiya following him around often. It was odd behavior for a cat hybrid but you did enjoy taking naps with him. He was big for a cat hybrid, and despite his quiet nature, he was easy to be around. There was also Suo, a mischievous fox hybrid who always seemed to enjoy his tea and teasing the others. Foxes weren’t as common, often wild or procured from breeders. Suo was the first you had met before. And then there was him.

Wolf hybrids were not often domesticated, usually in packs and definitely not in a quiat home in a garden. You were very curious about Sakura, he seemed closed off, maybe coming from a bad home? He often fought with Sugishita, the two of them squabbling in his absence. You tried to get to know him, though his cheeks would flush a deep red more often then not before running off. However recently you had noticed him being more open to the idea of your presence. Insisting you napped with him instead of Sugishita, claiming “He hogs all the blankets anyway and he cant protect you, not like me.” His cheeks would be red, refusing to meet your eye. And you couldn’t help but smile curling up as you napped, more often than not waking up in his arms. This wasn’t the only change in his behavior. He would share his snacks with you or sit with you outside in the garden, spending more time by your side.

But the most drastic change was when Umemiya’s friends would visit. You liked when Hiragi came over, he was nice and it was always funny to see the way he and your owner interacted. He had two hybrids of his own, another fox named Sako and a Doberman named Kaji. They were nice but usually glued to his side. You especially enjoyed when Tsubaki would come to visit, her twin Siamese cat hybrids in toe. They would get into trouble but he always would spend time with you and bring pretty bows for your hair. But no his behavior was unchanged with them, it was when he came over.

Umemiya and Takiishi had an odd friendship to say the least, it wouldn’t seem like either of them had a thing in common but somehow they made it work. Takiishi wasn’t the problem, however, it was his own wolf hybrid Endo. Endo seemed to have quite the affinity for Sakura, often times following him around when he came over. But then he saw you. Endo was never necessarily forceful or aggressive but he did enjoy flustering you. Playng with your ears or showering you with compliments. Always claiming the same thing. “Its just so easy to fluster ya, doll. Plus who can resist the way your nose scrunches up and your cheeks get all red.”  All while Sakura grimaced in the corner.

His grin was full of sharp teeth and today something was different. Endo was being more forward with you, leaning down to your height and caging you against the counter in the kitchen where you were preparing a snack. “You know bunny.” He started grinning as he leaned down towards you. “Wolves often hunt cute little bunnies like you.” He said while twirling a strand of your hair between tattooed fingers. “And do you know what they do to them?” he questioned, breath fanning against your neck as he leaned in even closer. His rambling was cut shirt however, Sakura gripping him by the back of his shirt and sending him to the ground. Before either one of you could question him, he was dragging you off toward his bedroom.

You blinked, Sakura’s behavior catching you off guard. His hand wrapped around your wrist, using your back to shut the door to his bedroom. He leans in close nose buried into the crook of your neck as he lets out a growl low in his throat. His hands gripping your waist, successfully keeping you in place. “Fucking smell like him.” There was a bit to his voice, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “You wanna smell like him? Wanna be with him? Is that what you want?”

Sakura himself didn’t know what had come over him, but the idea of Endo being so close to you, breathing you in, touching you? It sent him over the edge. Sakura wasn’t stupid, he was more than aware at this point of the feelings he harbored for you. And the idea of Endo being so close to you sent him over the edge. Despite his instincts he would also never force himself upon you if that wasn’t what you wanted. He needed to hear you say you wanted him and not Endo. His grip was harsh when he grabbed your cheeks, dual-colored eyes staring into your own. “Answer me.” He growled, hating the slight whimper at the end of his voice, desperately needing to hear you say the words he longed to hear. “No Haruka, want you not him.” Those words were like music to his ears, wasting no time as he bridged the gap between your lips.

Haruka kissed you with a desperate need, tongue delving past your lips and claiming your mouth as his own. Placing one hand on your waist, the other slipping up your back to the base of your neck. “I crave you, I want to feel every single inch of your body pressed against my own” He whispered as he spoke, looking down at you with hooded eyes, lust swimming in his irises, the hand placed on your hip pulling you closer. He groaned, hunger taking over his body as rolled his hips into yours, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down the collum of your neck. Sharp teeth nipping at the skin, his kisses were wet and the whines and groans leaving his lips weren't anything he could've held back if he tried.

Leaning down he gripped the backs of your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. Depositing you on the mattress as he looked down at you. Haruka wasted no time, strong hands with shark nails ripping your drenched panties from your trembling form, fingers collecting your wetness with one pass. Holding up the slick-coated fingers inches from your face so you could see how drenched you were. “Look how fucking wet you are, bunny. Was this from him, hm?” He questioned, the grin on his face letting you know that he was fully aware it wasn’t but he wanted to hear you admit it. “No Haruka, it’s from you, only from you. All for you Haruka.” The desperation in your voice made it sound foreign to your own ears, completely wrecked without barely being touched. “That’s my girl.”

He grinned, one-handedly freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. Steadying himself with a grip at the base, he positioned his cock to where it was kissing your entrance. Leaning back a bit more, just enough to tease you with his cock, rubbing the tip against your clit, groaning as he slowly pulled you down onto him by his grip on you for leverage. Achingly slowly, eyes rolling back as he let out a rather loud groan, finally bottoming out. Letting out a few harsh pants, squeezing his eyes shut, savoring the moment as he made you cockwarm him for just a bit. Reinforcing his grip on you, his hips rolling into your own to make him feel you in your deepest spots. “Doing so good for me princess, such a good little bunny, fuck.. You feel so good around me, could be here for hours just to soak in how you feel.” He groaned,  the grip on your hip so fierce it was sure to leave a bruise in the morning.

Haruka sets a harsh pace from the start, the feel of your walls suffocating his cock, surrounding him in a blissful feeling enough to pull noises he wasn’t even aware his body was able to produce. Purely from the sheer pleasure you were bringing him and the effect that your body had on him. His thrusts grow sloppy, the only consistent effort is the angling of his hips to hit that sweet spot deep within your walls. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours, the noises falling from both of your lips and the squelching of your wetness as he fucks into you filling the room. “So good pretty girl so good for her daddy, my only complaint is how wasteful it is to have you dripping like this without me down there to lap up every fucking drop of your sweetness bunny” He groans, already feeling the tightness building in his stomach and incoherent cries and pleas fall from your lips.

“Yeah pretty baby? Want me to fill you to the brim? Want me to pump you so full of come you’ll still be dripping tomorrow at the breakfast table?” The continued shuffling outside goes unnoticed by either of you, too enraptured with each other. Noticing the hand you attempt to use to cover your mouth he grabs your wrist pinning it to the mattress next to your ear. “Sorry babygirl I want to hear every cry, curse and whimper that falls from those lips, let me hear you bunny.” He takes his other hand from you, thumb coming to abuse your clit in rough tight circles adding to the sensations he was providing you with. Feeling you tighten around him coupled with hearing the begs and pleas that spill from your lips is all the encouragement he needed. “You hear how wet you are right now princess? Do you hear how needy your cunt is? its begging me to fill you up, its begging me to fuck you for hours. It wants to be bred.” He grins fucking relentlessly into your abused cunt.

His hips lose the steady pace he had set opting instead to slap harshly and erratically against your own, chasing his high. The sheer pleasure running through his veins is nearly overwhelming, spilling inside you with a groan loud enough to nearly be a scream himself, followed by a chorus of 'mine, mine, mine'. He was sure his sheer volume would be enough to rival your own, however, he couldn't find it within himself to care. Far too lost in the way you were making him feel. His hips continually rolled against yours, even after he had spilled every last drop he had to offer deep within your walls before the overstimulation he was giving himself becomes painful. He pulls from you, resting back on his heels, using a thumb to part you folds as he hungrily watches your cunt contract around nothing. His come starting to drip from your abused pussy, letting out a groan at the sight. “So perfect and all fucking mine, gonna have you carrying my pups, see if that fuck still questions who you belong to then, hm?”

𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖇𝖞 @/𝖈𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖊 & @/𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖐𝖆-𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖘.

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

HIII BESTIEEE!!!

If you’re open to the idea of writing a Joseph!Reader x Josh enemies to lovers where reader has always loved hanging around the boys playing music and wants so hard to fit in with them but Josh is always pushing her away and doesn’t want her to join the band (because he knows he can’t have her cause she is Tyler’s sister 👀👀)

Tyty I can’t wait to see what you do with this !!!

Pushing me away - Josh Dun x Joseph!Reader

Warnings: Angst lol but it ends in fluff

Word Count: 3057 - long for you bestie

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! I low key love writing sibling fics for tøp! Can't wait for your next request :)

It all began when Tyler, Josh, and I hit the road for their summer tour. I had only known Josh for a few months, but Tyler managed to convince our mom to let me tag along, claiming it would be a “learning experience”—something about getting a firsthand look at the music industry. I wasn’t going to argue. Since their first garage practice, I’d been sneaking into every jam session, wanting to be part of the music, part of their world. But on tour, it quickly became clear that one thing stood in the way of that dream. One irritating, maddening, nearly six-foot-tall roadblock: Josh.

Tyler was obsessed with him. Josh this, Josh that—his best friend, his bandmate, practically his shadow. And at first, I was excited too. I'd always admired Josh’s talent from a distance, the way he made drumming look effortless, how he could light up a room with a laugh or a silly face. But up close, I quickly realized that something wasn’t right.

Every time I tried to hang out with them, Josh would find some subtle way to push me away. It started with little things, like asking me to grab something from the van while they set up. But then it escalated. “Oh, Y/N, you should check out the local sights!” or “Why don't you explore the city today? We’ll catch up later.” Every single time, like clockwork, I found myself alone, wandering streets I'd never been to, while Tyler and Josh bonded without me.

Today was no different.

“Y/N, can you grab some coffee? I heard there’s this amazing spot just down the street,” Josh asked, barely looking up as he spun a drumstick in his hand, cool and effortless. Tyler was sitting on the floor, adjusting some tracks on his laptop, completely oblivious. I had been curled up on a chair, humming along to Tyler’s chords, holding his ukulele while they ran through ideas for the night’s setlist.

I blinked, the weight of disappointment settling deep in my chest. “Uh… sure, I guess.”

The words tasted bitter. I had been so excited for this particular stop on the tour. I’d even highlighted it on my phone calendar, dreaming of watching them work together, getting a glimpse of what it felt like to be part of the music. But instead, I’d been reduced to the role of glorified coffee runner.

I set Tyler’s uke down, grabbed my wallet, and headed for the door, my footsteps heavy as I left the practice space. The sun was just barely beginning to heat up the sleepy city streets. It was early, too early for the ache of rejection that pulsed through me. But I didn’t want to make a scene. Not here. Not with Tyler watching.

The coffee shop was cute, at least. Small, with mismatched furniture scattered across the floor. The walls were painted in warm, inviting shades of cream and teal, with a bright pink neon sign in the shape of a coffee mug glowing behind the counter. I couldn’t help but smile at it. Neon signs were kind of my thing. Tyler and I had even turned it into a game—spotting them along the way to each city. I loved how they glowed against the dark, offering a bit of light when everything else felt dim.

I ordered the coffee and leaned against the aquamarine wall, waiting for the drinks to be ready when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked the screen: Mom.

“Hey, Ma,” I greeted, forcing a bit of cheer into my voice.

“Honey! How’s the tour? Are you having fun?” Her voice was filled with so much warmth, I almost felt guilty. I knew she was thrilled that Tyler and I were getting to spend this time together, and I didn’t want to crush that hope.

“It’s… good,” I lied, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

“Are you with the boys? Can I say hi to Tyler?”

My heart sank. “I’m, uh… grabbing coffee for them. They’re back at the venue,” I explained, trying to sound casual.

She hesitated. “Why aren’t you with them?”

I swallowed hard. “Josh—well, Josh’s been kind of… weird. Keeps finding ways to get me to leave them alone, I guess.” It sounded ridiculous now that I said it out loud.

Mom sighed softly, her voice gentle but firm. “Tyler mentioned something about that. He’s noticed, honey.”

Of course, he had. Tyler was always perceptive, probably more than I ever gave him credit for. “I just don’t get why Josh doesn’t like me. I’ve tried everything to fit in, but it’s like he’s always looking for ways to push me out,” I admitted, my frustration finally spilling over. “I just want to be part of what they’re doing. It’s like—like I don’t belong.”

Mom was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “Sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not about you. Sometimes… Boys are complicated. Maybe he’s just overwhelmed with the tour.”

I wanted to believe her, but I knew there was more to it. The way Josh would look at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. How his jaw would clench whenever I tried to be close to them. There was something else. Something he wasn’t saying. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I clutched the phone tighter. I didn’t know how to tell my mom what it really felt like—how every glance Josh gave me felt like a dagger, cutting through any hope I had of fitting in. But I couldn’t admit that. Not yet. 

“I guess,” I murmured, though I knew deep down there was more to it. Something Tyler hadn’t seen, something I couldn’t quite figure out. 

Mom’s soft sigh echoed through the line. “Give it time, Y/N. Things will get better. And don’t be afraid to talk to your brother about how you’re feeling.”

“I’ll try, Ma.” It was all I could promise. The barista called my name, and I pulled the phone away. “Gotta go, the coffee’s ready.”

“Okay, honey. Be safe. Love you,” she said, her voice warm and encouraging.

“Love you too,” I replied before ending the call.

I grabbed the drinks and started back toward the venue, my mind swirling with questions. Josh had always been distant, but now it felt like there was something heavier weighing on him whenever I was around. Maybe it was the tour stress like my mom said, but maybe… it was something else.

By the time I reached the venue, my hands were trembling slightly. I hated feeling like this—like I was always walking on eggshells, like I didn’t know where I stood. The sound of Tyler and Josh talking drifted out of the practice space as I pushed open the door.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Tyler grinned, walking over to grab his coffee. He gave me a quick side hug, as if he could sense the unease hanging around me.

“Yeah, no problem,” I mumbled, trying to focus on the warmth of Tyler’s brief hug instead of the way Josh was staring down at his drumsticks, avoiding eye contact altogether. It wasn’t unusual. He always found a way to look through me instead of at me.

I handed Josh his coffee without a word, forcing myself to keep my expression neutral. He muttered a quick “thanks” under his breath, still refusing to meet my gaze. The silence that followed stretched uncomfortably between us, broken only by the faint buzz of Tyler’s laptop in the background.

This was becoming unbearable. Every moment around Josh was like this—tense, awkward, like we were circling something neither of us wanted to confront. And I was tired. Tired of being the one pushed away. Tired of pretending it didn’t hurt every time Josh found another excuse to distance himself. 

Tyler was busy adjusting his laptop, his face focused on the screen as the next track queued up. I glanced over at Josh, who was tapping his drumsticks on his knee, a subtle frown creasing his forehead.

Suddenly, Josh stood up, muttering something about needing air before heading toward the door. My heart clenched. If I didn’t say something now, I wasn’t sure when I’d get another chance.

Tyler barely looked up from his screen. “Josh’ll be back. He just does this sometimes,” he said, more to himself than me.

But I wasn’t waiting for Josh to come back. I was done waiting.

I stood up, ignoring the fluttering nerves in my stomach, and followed Josh out the door. The bright afternoon sun hit me as soon as I stepped outside, the warm air doing little to calm the rush of adrenaline flooding through me.

Josh was sitting on the curb, head tilted back, eyes closed, breathing deeply as if he was trying to calm himself. For a moment, I hesitated, but then the memory of him constantly pushing me away flashed in my mind, and I knew I couldn’t keep holding back.

“Josh,” I called out, my voice firm but shaky.

He opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder at me, his expression unreadable. He didn’t say anything as I approached, just watched me with that same guarded look he always wore.

I stopped a few feet away, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to keep myself from trembling. “We need to talk.”

Josh’s gaze flickered with something I couldn’t quite place—guilt, maybe, or frustration. He let out a long breath before responding. “About what?”

“About this,” I said, gesturing between us, feeling the weight of the tension in the space between us. “About you always finding ways to get rid of me.”

Josh dropped his head, staring at the ground like the cracks in the pavement were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “I’m not—”

“Don’t,” I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended. “Don’t act like you haven’t been doing it on purpose. I’ve tried to be patient, tried to be understanding, but I can’t do this anymore, Josh. I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt.”

He flinched slightly at my words, his shoulders tensing as if they carried the weight of the world. For a moment, I thought he might ignore me, brush me off like he always did. But then he looked up, meeting my gaze with an intensity that made my breath catch.

“I’m not doing it to hurt you, Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice rough around the edges. “I’m doing it because I have to.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Why? Why do you have to push me away?”

Josh stood up then, running a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “Because you don’t belong in this, okay? You’re not supposed to be here. You’re Tyler’s sister—”

“And what, that means I can’t be a part of this band?” I cut him off, my frustration bubbling over. “That I can’t be around you guys? I’ve been with you since the beginning, Josh! I love music as much as you do, and I’ve worked hard to fit in with you two, but you keep acting like I don’t matter.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Josh said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “It’s not about you not belonging to the band. It’s about…” He trailed off, biting his lip, clearly torn between what he wanted to say and what he was willing to admit.

“What is it about?” I demanded, taking a step closer. “Because I don’t get it, Josh. If you don’t hate me, then why do you keep pushing me away?”

Josh hesitated, glancing around as if hoping someone else would swoop in and take over this conversation for him. When no one did, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

“It’s because I can’t… I can’t get close to you,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Tyler’s my best friend. I’ve known him for years, and I owe everything to him. If he thought for a second that I—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I can’t risk screwing that up.”

“Screwing what up?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else—something I wasn’t ready to name just yet. “What are you so afraid of?”

Josh’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, everything was laid bare between us. His carefully constructed walls, the distance he kept, all of it crumbled in the intensity of his gaze.

“I’m afraid of what happens if I let myself feel anything for you,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Because once I do, there’s no going back.”

His confession hung in the air, heavy and raw. I stood there, my breath catching in my throat, trying to process what he had just said. All this time, all the distance, wasn’t because he didn’t like me—it was because he did.

I blinked, trying to steady my breath as the weight of Josh's confession settled over me like a thick fog. All the moments I thought he was avoiding me, brushing me off—it wasn’t indifference. It was fear. Fear of something real, something he couldn’t control.

“You…” I started, my voice trembling. “You’ve been pushing me away because you’re scared of liking me?”

Josh's jaw clenched, and he let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his messy hair. “Not just liking you, Y/N. I already like you. I crossed that line a long time ago.” His voice was rough, like he was admitting something he never thought he’d say out loud. “It’s more than that. Once I let myself feel—if I let myself care—I don’t know if I can stop.” 

My heart raced, pounding in my ears as his words sank in. I took a shaky step forward, feeling the pull between us stronger than ever, the tension no longer something I wanted to fight.

“Josh,” I whispered, the space between us feeling impossibly small. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

He shook his head, his eyes locking onto mine with a look that was equal parts longing and regret. “Because you’re Tyler’s sister. He’s my best friend, Y/N. If something happens between us and it goes wrong… I could lose everything. The band, him—you.”

I felt my throat tighten. I knew what he was saying made sense in his head, but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt. “But you’re already losing me,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Every time you push me away, every time you find a reason to avoid me—it’s tearing me apart.”

Josh looked down, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “I know,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought it’d be easier if I kept my distance, but… it’s not. It’s killing me, too.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught me off guard. Josh, the guy who always seemed so in control, so confident, was unraveling right in front of me. And suddenly, I wasn’t angry anymore. I wasn’t hurt. I just wanted him to stop hiding.

I stepped closer, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from him, the tension crackling between us like electricity. “Then stop,” I said softly. “Stop pushing me away.”

Josh’s eyes flicked to mine, and for a second, I saw a flash of something raw and desperate in his gaze. “You don’t understand, Y/N. If I let myself have this—have you—I don’t know if I’ll be able to let go.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “Maybe you don’t have to let go.”

He stared at me, his breath shallow, like he was fighting every instinct to move closer. The air between us was charged, thick with everything we’d been holding back for so long. I could feel the pull, the gravity of what this moment meant. But Josh was still hesitating, still caught in the war between what he wanted and what he thought he had to do.

“Josh,” I whispered, reaching out and placing a hand on his arm. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I saw him tense under my touch. “You don’t have to be scared. We can figure this out—together.”

His eyes searched mine, his breathing ragged, and for a split second, I thought he might pull away again. But then, slowly, he reached up and cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek. The touch was so tender, so full of everything he hadn’t been able to say, and my heart felt like it might burst.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “But I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” I promised, leaning into his touch, my own fear melting away in the warmth of his hand. “I’m right here.”

For a moment, neither of us moved, the weight of everything hanging in the air between us. Then, almost like he couldn’t fight it anymore, Josh leaned in, closing the gap between us. His lips brushed mine, tentative at first, like he was testing the waters, but the second we connected, it was like everything else disappeared. The kiss deepened, and all the tension, all the longing we’d been holding back came crashing to the surface. I felt his hands move to my waist, pulling me closer, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. It was everything I hadn’t let myself hope for—raw, intense, and real.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other’s. Josh’s eyes fluttered open, and the look in them nearly took my breath away. There was no more fear, no more hesitation. Just him—just us.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen,” he murmured, his voice hoarse but steady. “But I’m not running anymore. I can’t.”

I smiled softly, my heart swelling with something warm and unfamiliar—something I hadn’t let myself feel before. “Good,” I whispered, my thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “Because I’m not letting you.”

He let out a breathy laugh, the tension between us finally easing, replaced by something lighter, something hopeful. We stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other, the world around us fading into the background.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel like I was being pushed away.

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Witch Way Next? CH2: Our Inciting Incident

Fiddleford was worried about Stanford. Well, actually, he was worried about a lot of things. It just happened that the majority of those things connected back to his best friend and college roommate. He was really starting to wonder what it was they were even trying to do anymore

And a single phone call adds more things for Fiddleford to worry about. (And, maybe, a sibling relationship that he could help mend.)

AN: I've never written Fiddleford before, so I hope I did him justice in this chapter. I also spent a lot of time grounding things/talking about background info in this. Like how grants work (which, to me, also explains why Ford was so hellbent on the portal).

I'd like to keep a (roughly) once-a-month update schedule for this story, to give myself more time to write and to give readers more time to ask questions or give their thoughts on what I have. (Mostly writing time tho.)

Please leave a comment and tell me what you think/like about this story and AU. I welcome all comments and questions!

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Fiddleford was worried about Stanford.

Well, actually, he was worried about a lot of things. It just happened that the majority of them connected back to his college roommate and dearest friend.

Ford was a genius. He was an amazing researcher whose zest for the unknown and impossible had drawn him in years ago and never fully let him go. It had made college a delight, learning and exploring and challenging what people thought was impossible. He remembered the secondhand pride he’d felt when he’d heard that his friend had been given a government research grant after they’d graduated.

Fiddleford had been delighted when Stanford called him to help with his research in Gravity Falls.

Yes, some of their adventures were more terrifying than exciting, but it all felt worthwhile initially. Uncovering the impossible, seeing things that had only ever been in his dreams with his own eyes.

But lately… Lately, something was just- Not right. He couldn’t eloquently explain what was bothering him. But something had shifted from when he’d first signed up to work as an assistant for Stanford and now.

Stanford was very adamant about his self-sufficiency. Getting him to ask for help, or even acknowledge when it needed to be more than just the two of them, was like pulling teeth from a hog. It was like he was allergic to the word “help” for anything more than the phrase “write this down”. And that wasn’t even getting into the man’s tunnel vision when he was working.

Honestly, some days Fiddleford was sure the man would have starved to death if it weren’t for him making sure to put food in front of him.

And that he bathed. Bathing was important, too. Not just for appearances, but to keep things clean enough to avoid contaminating experiments.

(That had always been one of his best weapons to get his fellow science-types to do important self-maintenance.)

And he was so secretive now. More so than he'd been back in college and they were still learning about each other. Getting personal details out of his roomie had been shockingly hard in those days, but now the exact nature of their inventing was just as much a secret at times.

Working with his best friend used to be fun and exciting. A new adventure each day! It had changed from those days. And he didn’t like how it had changed either. Something just wasn’t right anymore.

Not right with the area. Not right with their labs. Not right with Stanford.

But Fiddleford had no idea how to broach the topic. Or even what, specifically, was the root issue.

Well, actually, he could think of one thing. The very thing Stanford had called him to Gravity Falls for in the first place. That damn portal.

It felt… Beyond the reality he knew.

Sure, he made it his bread and butter to bring science fiction into the real world, but the idea of being able to hop between dimensions… It was a lot to wrap his head around, even if he could see it all in theory.

And Ford was adamant that his portal could do it once they finished building it.

He was an engineer, but there were days where he couldn’t fathom the calculations and construction ideas that Ford seemed to pull from thin air for that thing.  And, somehow, managed to make it work, despite it. He went at it with a fervor that Fiddleford wasn’t fully sure he liked. There were times when Ford just wasn’t himself and it made his hair stand on end.

Something was up with that thing, and Fiddleford really wished Stanford would just tell him what it was so he could help.

He wanted to go back to those days. When everything was new and exciting. When they were unraveling the mysteries of the area when they weren’t locked up in the basement. (When he didn't need the memory gun to find peace at night…) Sure, some of the adventures were more scary than he normally would have liked, but… They were finding things that could change the world. Challenging what people believed was and wasn’t real and finding proof to back themselves up. And he’d made so many leaps and bounds in mechanical engineering because of it all.

Now though? Now he was starting to wonder why they were even doing the things they were.

Between them, they had enough things they could publish and patent to set themselves up to live comfortably for decades. All they had to do was write it all down and send it out to the offices and publishers. He’d already sorted out the final and best versions of his general inventions and got them ready for final print.

But the only notes Ford had put to paper this year were either in his journals or scattered randomly on sticky notes and printed papers throughout the house. None of it was properly consolidated into a single thesis or volume that he could send out. Hell, parts of his research weren’t even kept in a single room. He really needed to start gathering things together and sorting them out, the folks giving him the grants were bound to start asking for his results soon.

(His grants were biennial, so he only needed to publish or submit something big every two years. He had to submit something before the end of his sixth year in the area.)

Sure, Ford had the receipts for stuff he’d been buying with his grant money so he could mostly prove he hadn’t wasted it all on frivolous things. (No fancy sports cars or hot tubs or anything like that.) The scientific community needed proof that research was being done. They wanted written papers, completed blueprints, or even finished inventions. No taking the money and running while vaguely assuring people that there was research being done.

The brunt of Ford’s grant money was going into the portal after he’d finished building the house. And his sub-basements. And the bunker, too. The last one was still in progress, technically though. They were still finalizing the security for it but it was just about finished.

And yet, for some reason, Ford had yet to sum everything up all neat and clean for the folks who couldn’t (or wouldn’t) come to Gravity Falls and see it all themselves. At least, not for his upcoming survey in the spring.

Fiddleford would have to start nipping at his heels to get him to start drafting things to show. Waiting until the last minute would just make things harder for him. He certainly had enough projects to choose from for it, it was high time Ford narrowed his options to figure out which one he planned to show off.

(Maybe he could build the whole thing around that odd egg he’d found while they were first building the bunker? It was still in lockdown until the specimen room was finished but it wouldn’t be hard to pull it out of storage and start working with it. If it ended up hatching, then they at least would have a subject for the cryogenic tubes.)

He sighed over his cup of coffee, looking out at the color-changing leaves outside the window. Fall was slowly working its way into the town, painting the forest around the house in beautiful shades of orange, red, and gold. The colors were a warm contrast to the chill in the air.

It was a right pretty sight. He could see the appeal of “leaf-peeping” as folks called it. Taking time to admire the changing seasons.

Maybe he ought to invite Emma-may and Tate up sometime to see it. He oughta’ take a few pictures himself to send back home. He was sure there was a cheap camera squirreled away in his apartment somewhere that he could use.

(He needed to do more for his dear wife. Things were getting rocky between them and… He wanted to fix it. He loved her and he wanted to take care of her and Tate as best he could. And lately, he hadn’t been feeling like a very good husband. He needed to do something special for her.)

He was fairly sure there was enough room in his little apartment for them both to stay without it being too crowded. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Tate would love to see the area during Halloween. The folks around Gravity Falls seemed like the sort who’d go all out for it. Summerween had been a gas and Fiddleford was actually pretty excited to see what they would do for Halloween proper.

But those were future plans.

Plans he’d hoped to run by Ford before they set to work that day. He should have known better than to think it would be that simple.

He’d showed up early that morning with the week's groceries packed into his truck since Ford had a dreadful habit of forgetting to do them. It was just chilly enough outside that the box in the bed of the truck where the groceries were didn't need to be refrigerated to keep them cool. He fully planned to make something for the two of them for breakfast once he got to the lab. Maybe discuss a plan for the day before they went off and started working.

But, of course, Ford wanted to hurry outside and check on something that was supposed to only show up in the early morning and had hurried outside before Fiddleford had finished walking into the house.

Which left Fiddleford at the table, by himself, having long since finished eating and waiting for his friend to finish whatever it was he was doing. By now, the food he’d made for Stanford’s breakfast was cold. Ford would have to reheat it when he finally came inside since cold eggs and sausage didn’t taste very good.

He propped his cheek in his hand, staring into his coffee like it could give him the answers to the universe. (If only things could come that easy from a cup of joe.)

And nearly jumped out of his skin when the phone started ringing.

Stanford (to his knowledge) never got phone calls. So if someone was calling his home, then it must be important. Or an emergency.

He scrambled up, yanking the phone off its place on the kitchen counter.

“H-hello? Uh, the residence of Dr. Pines?” Shoot, was that the kind of answer Stanford would want him to use? They never talked about how to pick up if Fiddleford answered the phone before Stanford did… Or how Fiddleford should introduce himself if he did. “Th-this is his assistant, McGucket, speaking.”

"Hello Mr. McGucket. I'm Marsha Jakes, an ER nurse at St. Bartholomew's General Hospital in New Mexico. May I speak with Dr. Pines?” Came the calm, professional voice of a woman he didn’t know. He faltered for a moment when his head finished processing what she’d said.

A nurse? From New Mexico? Why would she be calling Ford?

Fiddleford's eyes flicked to the window. Stanford was still outside and the phone cord was too short for him to take it to the door…

“Um… I'm sorry, he's out at the moment. Can I… I can take a message for him?”

“Well… It would be better if I could speak to him. But if he's out I suppose a message will have to do for now. He needs to come down here as quickly as possible. Are you aware if Dr. Pines has a brother?”

A brother? Yes, Fiddleford was pretty sure he had two brothers. There was Shermie and… an estranged one that he hadn’t talked to in a long time (as far as he knew, at least).

He was pretty sure the fella’s name also started with “Stan”, but he wasn’t entirely sure. Stanford didn't talk about him too much, but he’d mentioned a few things when they shared a room about the guy.

(And maybe a drunken ramble once? They had both been very drunk so he couldn't remember how much had been said.)

Fiddleford could remember a few of those details. Ford’s brother had stopped living at home around the time Ford left for college. The two of them had, at their father’s insistence, taken boxing lessons as kids. They used to play at a beach near home a lot, having the usual treasure hunts little kids would play at that age. And said brother used to have a pet possum when they were kids.

(Fiddleford wasn’t as sure about that last one… Maybe it had been a neighbor kid who’d had the possum?)

So, yes. He knew that Ford had two brothers, at the very least.

“Ah, yes. I believe he has two brothers.” Fiddleford felt his heart sinking as he spoke. If a hospital was calling about one of Stanford’s brothers then… Oh no…

“A man we believe is one of his brothers,  a mister Stanley Pines, was brought into our ER this morning and has been in surgery for several hours now.”

Fiddleford sucked in a sharp breath. Oh god…

"His condition is serious. Dr. Pines is the closest family we could find contact information for on Mr. Pine’s person, in a pocket address book he was carrying. And we’d like him to come in if they’re related.” The woman’s voice remained calm and professional as she spoke.

“I- Of course! I’ll tell him right away, what’s the hospital’s phone number? In case he thinks it’s his brother and decides he needs to head down?” Fiddleford frantically scrambled for a small notebook, hurriedly scribbling down the number the nurse rattled off.

"If it turns out that we’ve made a mistake and they’re not related, please call us back and let us know.”

“We will. Thank you for calling. I’ll try to get him to call back as soon as he can.” He set the phone down on the receiver and then sprinted for the door, clutching the little notebook in hand.

Fiddleford burst through the door, stumbling slightly over the front mat. His head whipped over the yard, trying to spy the sweater-clad form of his friend against the fiery leaves of the trees. He spotted him at the edge of the woodline, hunched over something and scribbling away in one of his journals.

“Ford!” He yelled out, voice cracking slightly from the volume. He could see Ford jump and turn to him. “Y-You got a call! It’s important!”

Ford was quick to cross the distance, lightly jogging across the grounds and up to the porch. If it was because he wanted to know what the call was about or because he didn’t want either of them to strain their voices yelling, Fiddleford wasn’t entirely sure. But he appreciated not having to yell the news into the forest, either way.

“Had- had to take a message since you were outside. You- you have another brother, right? Other than Shermie?” Ford frowned at the question and there was a note of… Something that Fiddleford couldn’t quite put his finger on.

(He wanted to say it was annoyance. And maybe just a little bit of… Bitterness? And something else that was too small for him to puzzle out right then. He could untangle his friend’s expression later.)

“Yes?” was the short, slightly hesitant answer.

“Would his name happen to be Stanley?” Fiddleford asked. The sick feeling in his stomach grew worse when Ford nodded. “Ho boy, that’s- Okay, we might wanna go inside then. The- The call was about him.”

To his immense surprise, Ford groaned in a mix of anger and annoyance.

“Stanley’s gotten himself in some kind of trouble, hasn’t he?” He didn’t wait for Fiddleford to answer before continuing, anger and frustration seeping from his tone as he did. “Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, he has. It’s Stanley, he used to always get himself in trouble. It’s a wonder he hasn’t called sooner to ask for help. Probably to ask for money, or because he needs to be bailed-”

Fiddleford’s jaw worked uselessly, caught flat-footed by the reaction. This was… Not what he was expecting. He could see Ford working himself up (for the completely wrong reason) over what he thought the call was about.

“No! That ain’t it at all!” The words came out at a near-shout, cutting into Ford’s rant and forcing the other scientist to look at him in surprise. (Fiddleford didn’t like raising his voice unless he had to.) “Ford, the call was from a hospital. In New Mexico! Yer brother’s in the hospital!”

He watched Ford’s face freeze.

“A-A hospital?”

“Yes, he’s in their ER. Got brought in this morning, they found yer address in something he was carrying and called to ask ya to come in. It’s- The nurse said it’s serious.” Fiddleford could see the anger on Ford’s face being replaced with concern. Fiddleford continued, “They said you were the closest family member they could find a contact for. An’ if they’re looking for family then…”

He didn’t need to finish that sentence, he was sure. Stanford was a logical fella, he could fill in the blanks himself.

Ford was arguing with himself, Fiddleford could see it in his face and the way he was holding himself. Since he started out being angry, it wasn’t a surprise that he needed a moment to wrestle it aside. He was probably logic-ing his way through the information he’d just gotten. Finishing the sentence and coming to terms with it all in that rapid metal-fire way he always did.

“I- I think we may need to pause our work for a bit,” Ford said, his words hitching ever-so-slightly. “I need to make a phone call. And pack for a trip.”

“O’ course. Don’t forget to grab their address when you call.” Fiddleford passed him the notebook with the hospital’s number.

It took an hour, roughly, for Ford to make the call and confirm that he’d be coming down. And for Fiddleford to haggle his way into convincing Ford to not only use his truck for the drive but to let him come as well.

Because, sure, Ford could make the trip on his own with the local bus service but it was just more convenient to have your own mode of transport. And, with the two of them, they could take turns driving down, which would make the trip less exhausting and boring in the long run. (Going from Oregon to New Mexico was a mighty long drive, after all!)

Plus, he really didn’t want to leave Ford on his own when he knew his friend’s brother was in the hospital.

Ford had caved under the logic, and finally agreed to his friend’s terms and set to packing up a bag for himself. And Fiddleford headed back into town to pack a bag from his apartment.

It took roughly fifteen to twenty minutes for him to get from Ford’s house to his apartment. It was a decent building, not too big and not too small.

His place was on the ground floor, in one of the bigger apartments they had in the building. It was actually, technically, a two-person apartment but he’d gotten his lease at a steal. However, that may have been due to the fact that Gravity Falls was a pretty small town and most of the young folks were leaving town once they got old enough. It was pretty common for young folks to go where there was work and Gravity Falls didn’t have much work.

It wasn’t quite a retirement town but it wasn’t a hopping hub of activity either. There wasn’t much reason for most young people to stick around. Which left a lot of places with extra room and no one to fill them.

But that left plenty of room for folks like Fiddleford to find a place to stay without getting gouged for it.

He jogged inside, quickly grabbing one of his larger suitcases from where he’d left it in his living room, knocking a large number of notes onto the floor as he did, and dragging it to the bedroom. Tossing it onto his bed, he unzipped it and started rifling through his wardrobe to figure out what he wanted to pack for the trip. And the necessities always came first.

Firstly, he needed to pack clothes that were lighter than the ones he was already wearing since New Mexico was undoubtedly warmer than Oregon was. At least one extra change of clothes in case something spilled on him. Then he needed to pack up some of his toiletries from the bathroom, with some extra medications for headaches or if he (or Ford) hurt themselves by accident. A spare change of shoes, since he planned to wear his boots down. He probably wouldn’t need them, but it would be good if he wanted a set of shoes he could change to in a hurry.

He only needed to pack one case since this would, hopefully, be for a week or so at most. At least, he hoped they would only need to be there for that long.

(It would be terrible, for everyone involved, if Stanley had to stay there longer than that. He could feel it in his bones.)

Though he couldn’t help grabbing a small box of tinkering projects to bring with him. Nothing that would require a huge amount of tools to work on, but enough to keep his hands busy. He had a feeling he would need things to keep him occupied during all the times he wouldn't be allowed in because he wasn’t part of the family.

Maybe he could use some of them to help distract Ford, too. He would probably need it since it was his brother who was laid up. (Even if he would probably deny that he was worried.)

Fiddleford knew he would want distractions if it was one of his siblings was in a hospital.

He also snagged a couple of books, to give them both something to keep their minds busy as well. Mostly technical manuals, but he had a couple fiction books too.

Then he packed it all into the back of his pickup, making use of the larger tool crates anchored in the back to keep the cases from sliding around. (He was glad he’d snagged one that was much larger than he’d needed while coming down to Gravity Falls.)

Then he’d hopped back into his truck and made the long drive back to Ford’s place.

Ford was sitting on his porch when Fiddleford pulled up, one ragged-looking suitcase (which was a bit smaller than his own case) sitting beside him and a large leather satchel hung over his shoulder.

“Everything ready to go? Got the address handy?” He asked, looking over the few items Ford had packed for himself. It… Wasn’t a lot. He hoped that meant they were both hoping things would be okay and that they wouldn’t be staying for very long down there.

“Yes, I have everything. I wrote the address down on a notepad that I’ve put in my coat pocket. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Ford said with a sigh, standing up and gathering his case to put in the back of the truck. Fiddleford helped him lock it down in the back, and then they both climbed into the cab.

And then they were off and on the road, all the way to New Mexico.

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Fiddleford didn’t think of himself as a busybody. He wasn’t prone to sticking his nose into other people’s private business. If people didn’t want to tell him things, he didn’t try to force them to. Even if he couldn’t help calling out when he knew someone was hiding something. Though that was less about wanting to know than not wanting people to lie to him.

(He didn’t like it when people lied to him. If they didn’t want to talk about it, that was fine. He just preferred when people said that instead of being dishonest.)

He was a scientist, curiosity was in his nature but he tried to keep it to machines and theorems over people.

Except he hardly knew anything about Ford’s other brother, even after rooming with Ford for four years in college. So it really wasn’t strange that he would ask his friend about the guy. (Especially considering how he’d initially responded when Fiddleford said someone had called about him.) Really, it was only a matter of time until his patience ran dry and his curiosity became too much. 

And it did, roughly an hour into driving them both down the interstate. 

“Soo… Stanley,”  he hesitantly started, glancing at Ford from the corner of his eye. “You’ve mentioned him before. Back in college.”

“Yes. I probably have.” Ford’s response was terse and short. Not angry, but not terribly cheery either.

“You’ve never said a whole lot about the guy. Can ya… Tell me about him?” Fiddleford asked. There was a moment of silence in the truck. “If ya want to, o’ course. It’s fine if you don’t. I just- I’d like to know a bit about the guy before I meet him. Assuming the doctors are right and it is yer brother, obviously-”

Ford cut him off with a gusty sigh.

“No, it’s… I should tell you. Since there is a very real possibility you’ll be meeting him soon.” He let his head fall back, thumping lightly against the back of the seat. “I just- need to think of what I should start with.”

Ford took off his glasses and wiped at the lenses, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before he started talking.

“Stanley is my twin brother. Our parents were expecting only one child but ended up with two. I was born first, then came Stanley roughly fifteen minutes after,” Ford said tiredly, setting his glasses back on his face. “It was a surprise that our mother had been delighted about. She believed having twins was good luck.”

“Really now?” He uttered, keeping his eyes on the road despite his mind running wild. It took a tremendous amount of Fiddleford’s self-control to keep himself from reacting to that. The last thing either of them needed was for him to send them off the interstate or get into an accident before they’d even left state lines.

A twin? His best friend had a twin brother? And Ford had never told him about the guy before! He’d have thought that a twin would have been far more likely to talk about their sibling than just a few in-passing anecdotes and vague mentions. And yet, Fiddleford was only just learning about Ford’s twin brother while on the way to a hospital for the guy.

It was a head-scratcher for him, he loved his siblings and was only too happy to tell folks about them all. But, he had to remind himself, not everyone's family was like his own. And the Pines’ family didn't seem the sort to talk much about themselves unless it was about their livelihoods.

(He supposed this was marginally better than it could have been. At least Fiddleford had been aware that Ford had more than one brother before this conversation.)

“Yes. We’re technically identical twins if one were to ignore… Well.” Ford lifted a hand, spreading out his fingers. He didn’t need to finish the sentence for Fiddleford to understand what he meant.

“Identical twins… Well, I’ll be.” Fiddleford flashed a small grin. “Guess I’m gonna be seeing double for a bit.”

The little joke made Ford let out an amused snort.

“We have the same face, but it’s been a very long time since we looked properly identical. Stanley was more athletic while I was more academic. When we were teenagers, he had continued to take boxing lessons even after I left and ended up far more muscular than I was. I’ve caught up a bit since then, but I rather doubt Stanley has let his skills fall into decay.” Ford said, fingers idly tapping a random pattern on the car door. “He always preferred more… Casual clothing than I did. Simple T-shirts and jeans and such. He had a varsity jacket he’d gotten from a thrift shop that used to wear every fall. It’s probably been thrown out, he’s likely outgrown it by now.”

Fiddleford nodded, smiling as he tried to picture Ford’s brother in his head. He sounded… Sporty. And all he could imagine was a jock version of Ford and that just left him biting back snickers.

(No offense to his friend, but he just wasn’t the type. He was so far from that type that it was hilarious to try and picture it.)

Ford’s smile faltered.

“I… I haven’t seen him in a little over a decade now.”

Wait, what?

“A decade?!” Fiddleford was in disbelief. He couldn’t imagine not seeing or hearing from any of his siblings in a year, never mind a decade.

“He… There was an argument. Around the time our school was being visited by scouts for various colleges, looking for prospective students. I made a special project to present in hopes of getting a scholarship from one of them.” Ford’s voice was growing tense as he spoke. In that way it usually did before he clammed up entirely to avoid losing his temper.

Fiddleford vaguely remembered this story. Or, at least, a version of it that Ford had told him before.

Back when they were in their first year at Backupsmore, his roommate had told him that the school was his emergency plan and not the school he’d wanted to attend. Ford had wanted to go to West Coast Tech but he hadn’t made the cut. He’d never elaborated on it, only muttering about someone being jealous.

 He’d thought it was an angry classmate but had it been…?

“He… He broke my project on the day of the presentations. And refused to take responsibility for it when we found out. Our father was furious with him. I was furious with him as well. The whole thing was… Messy.”

Fiddleford bit down on his reaction. It was a terrible thought, that Ford’s brother had sabotaged him. Except… Except something didn’t feel right.

Maybe it was a sign of Fiddleford’s own hopeful, sunny disposition but he couldn’t quite believe that could have been what happened.

He had shared a room with Ford for years and felt like he’d come to know him fairly well. He had learned some things about his friend, from both actions and context clues he’d picked up over that time. Ford had a habit of jumping to conclusions when it came to people and their possible motives which he didn’t do with his research. He would either be completely oblivious to what other folks thought or felt about something, or he would assume the worst about them without getting all the facts.

(He could remember one, particularly vicious fight that Ford had gotten into with a classmate when he’d thought the guy had stolen his blueprints for a project. It was the nastiest Fiddleford had seen his roommate get and had taken at least three teachers to calm the two down.)

If Ford’s father was the same way, then it was possible that Stanley hadn’t been given the chance to explain himself before the “argument” broke out between them all. And sometimes the reason someone wouldn’t take “responsibility” for something was because they didn’t do it. 

“Stanley, he… He left home that night. I saw it through the window of our room but couldn’t hear what he and Pa were saying very well. But he left with a duffel bag, his car, and the furious promise that he would be richer than any of us when we saw him again. I was- I left for Backupsamore not long after that. It was the only school I could afford without a scholarship to help me.” Ford shook his head, that bitter frown returning as he did. “He calls our Ma, on occasion. I’m not sure if he talks to Pa. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if he deliberately avoided talking to him. He’s never tried to contact me during that time.”

Fiddleford still had that itch in the back of his mind. The one whispering that there was probably more to the story. He was only hearing one side of it, after all. And from one person who felt like the other had wronged them intentionally. (Whether or not it was true.)

“Have you tried?” Fiddleford couldn’t help asking. “Reaching out to him instead?”

It’s what he would have done, but Ford wasn’t him.

“No. I… I don’t have a number for him. Ma told me he… He travels the majority of the time. I don’t think he’s ever given her a number to call. He was always the one calling her.”

Well… He supposed that made some sense. If Stanley traveled for his work and Ford never had a number to call, it would make sense that they would have fallen out of contact with each other. And it would have been harder and harder to get back in contact as the years went on.

And Ford could hold a grudge like no one else Fiddleford had ever met, so the same was probably true for his brother. If the two of them got in a fight, then the chances of them just getting over it and making up on their own were near non-existent. So one or the other reaching out to try and make up probably wouldn’t happen for anything but the most extreme of circumstances. Or if someone on the outside was helping.

As much as Fiddleford wanted to keep asking, to lay some potential groundwork to help Ford move past this grudge, he knew his best friend fairly well by this point. Ford’s patience for talking about someone he was furious over was running out.

It would be better to let things lie for a while and come back to Stanley later. He wouldn’t be surprised if Stanley was the same way if he was asked about Ford.

Hopefully, they wouldn’t start fighting when they were finally put into the same room.

(But Ford obviously cared. He wouldn’t have been willing to make the drive so soon, so readily, if he really, genuinely hated his brother. So there was still hope, in some form, that whatever was between them could be fixed.)

Maybe Fiddleford could help them, then? Acting as a third perspective to help ground them. He couldn’t imagine holding a grudge against one of his siblings for so long… He couldn’t help wanting to help them out.

He could ask for Stanley’s perspective on the matter, and his side of the story, and see if there was a way to help them both. Figure out what had actually happened so they could finally make up with each other, At least enough for the two to be able to talk to and about each other again without things devolving into a fight. Or shutting down and going no-contact.

It would take time, effort, and patience. And Fiddleford had plenty of all three.

[motions1ckness]

hi, I’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm but could you please write something angsty with shiv? maybe an argument or a secret relationship exposed or something. Your writing for Roman is amazing btw 💕

^thank you so much! and ty for the request it got me out of my slump (literally thought i was gonna have to take a few more days)

“Loving you is painful enough.”

Summary: A leaked photo of you and Shiv comes out and you’ve had enough of being her secret.

Content: f!reader, secret relationship, so angsty, implied abuse, homophobia, (possible) internalized homophobia, suppressing emotions, cheating, suppressed sexuality, unrequited(?) love, neglecting partner, a crumb of fluff

(there’s sm references to songs and shows i love in this i wonder if anyone will catch a few)

You squeezed Shiv’s hand standing in front of the doors. She smiled back before dropping your hand and detaching from you. This had been going on for months, and her withdrawals consistently added salt to the wound.

Shiv asked you to be her assistant, which helped reduce suspicion. Tom appreciated you. He would always joke that you were her work wife and thanked you for making Shiv less stressed. As the night continued, you two reunited. Roman joined, snickering with his phone in hand.

“What the fuck is this all about?” He showed you two a photo of you walking around New York, hands intertwined and leaning on each other. Fuck.

Assistant or not, it looked like more than a platonic relationship. You felt your face turn red as your heart began racing. You waited for Shiv’s response, she seemed baffled, hesitant to speak.

“Rome are you kidding? Y/n and I aren’t sneaking around, Jesus.” She scoffed. She turned to you, waiting for you to back her.

You felt a lump in your throat as your mouth went dry. “We’re not together, no. Not dating.” You say with a compelling enough smile as you look down at your feet. You didn’t lie. You two weren’t dating.

You loved Shiv, you did. But she’s never expressed it back. The first time you said it was after she spent the night and she made you coffee. She looked so effortlessly pretty. Her hair was naturally wavy, no makeup, and she wore one of your shirts. You blurted out that you loved her, and after a few moments, she gave you a brief smile and began checking her emails.

“It looks like you two are fucking. Dad’s gonna lose his shit when he sees this.” He teases and wanders off.

“Why did you-” She didn’t let you finish. She caught your wrist and tugged you to the terrace with just enough privacy. It was risky being seen alone together but standing in that room would’ve been more harmful.

“Y/n, I know how this looks. I know,” she reassured. You could tell she was attempting to retain herself.

“No Shiv what the fuck was that?” Your voice grew, “You’re like a different person. It’s so- why am I just a secret to you?”

Shiv looked at you with a pained expression, “You know why. Fuck sake, I can’t keep defending myself to you.” She was trying to keep her voice steady.

You did know why. Not just Tom or the fact she was having an affair with her assistant, she would have to come out. Shiv never saw orientation as something significant. None of her siblings dared to talk regarding that. When it got out that Roman was hooking up with his trainer, he never heard the end of it from Logan. Shiv feared her coming out would cause her to seem more weak.

“I just want you to love me, Shiv. I just want to be with you. God, can't you fucking see that? I gave up my job to work for you. I fucking love you and you can’t even stomach saying it back.” Your voice started breaking. You began crying during your rant too.

Shiv stepped back, unable to give you the support you needed. She simply looked at you, her eyes full of sorrow. “I care about you y/n, I do,” you scoffed as you began pacing. She couldn’t say it. “But you’re asking me drop everything for this.” She raised her voice as she began stepping toward you. Grabbing your wrist to stop your pacing.

You paused and met her eyes. She had tears streaming down her face. This was breaking her too. Shiv held onto you tightly.

“It isn’t enough.” You answered truthfully, tearing away from her. “This is exhausting, Shiv. Loving you is exhausting.” Her face sank, and you felt the tears getting more heavy. “I just can't. I-I can’t keep doing this. Not if you can’t actually admit you love me.”

The air grew thicker. Neither of you knew what to say. She remembered Tom saying something similar to her before. She never anticipated going through that again.

“I’m sorry y/n. I’m sorry that I’m not fucking perfect.” She sniffled, flinging her arms out. “But some of us aren’t equipped with fucking support to fall back on. Did you remember all the shit Roman had to deal with?” She crossed her arms to hold herself, “I can’t. I fucking can’t.” She started crying harder, just embracing herself.

Her hair was now messy, her makeup smudged and she got tear stains onto your dress. She merely looked at you, unable to speak from shame and various other emotions. You held her face before wiping her tears and fixing her hair and makeup. Shiv scarcely smiled at your gentleness and remorse for her. She didn't understand how you could still help her after this.

“Y/n I do l-” you cut her off her another hug. You knew what she was trying to say, but you didn’t want her to feel obligated.

“Convince yourself first.” you voiced softly into her hair. You did believe she loved you. Every morning she got you coffee from the spot she wasn’t fond of but knew you liked it. She changed all the soaps in her house to pumpkin because she knows you love that scent. On work days, she quit using heat on her hair because you always tell her you love how it looks natural. You knew she loved you. But she needed to accept that she did first.

She pulled away, remaining silent. She examined you before barely laughing. You couldn’t help but do the same.

Shiv leaned forward, giving you a short kiss. She wanted to convey her love. But she remained aware of her circumstance.

Before returning to the party, she squeezed your hand. “I’m telling Tom it’s over tonight.”

[softxsuki]

Hi Han! Hope you're having a wonderful day and thank you for considering my request!! <3 Can I have a letter from Shinichiro where he confesses his feelings to a close friend of his (aka the reader) who he has a crush on? The tone can be a little nervous but also very loving and full of fluff <3 The genre can be fluff ofc and maybe friends to lovers vibes?? As for the location, let's make it an evening his friend decides to stop by to help him with taking care of Mikey and Emma? He's been wanting to confess for a while but he didn't get the nerve to do so until his friend goes up to his room to take something and sees a pile of crumbled up papers on his desk. And what is that weird box near them?

About me, hmm. Let's say that I am going to medical college while has already started his bike shop- so I go over to his place after classes to hang out for a bit- so we'd be around 20 or 20+? I like visiting different places like museums, galleries and libraries (even if I say no, Shinichiro always drives me there no matter how far away it is) and though he says he finds them boring, he always tags along. I like singing a lot! And I play the piano too! I write from time to time (poems mostly!) I'm extroverted but I do find myself being shy in a lot of occasions. I love to talk about anything that fascinates me! I like weird little gifts that people make or buy- they mean a lot to me ;)

As for the direction of the story- after everything happening and I read the letter- I notice Shinichiro running towards the room and watch his face turn red as he realises what I am reading. You can decide where it goes from there... (but ofc I say yes) ;)

Han, thank you so much for doing this and I hope this doesn't affect your health in anyway (or I am going to come for you :D with some warm blankets and soup hehe). I hope you have a terrific day and an amazing week! Thank you once again! Bye!! -🕰

Shinichiro's Confession Letter To His Best Friend

Valentine's Day Letter Event Pt.2 Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: Shinichiro x Gn!Reader

Warnings: some crying, kissing

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 1.5k (oof)

Summary: In which you find a letter addressed to you in your friend, Shinichiro's, room on Valentine's Day

[A/N: Hello hellooooo!! Happy Valentine's Day! Quick note--Mikey and Emma are both young here, just to let you and everyone else reading this know! I hope you enjoy it <3]

“Mind if I borrow a shirt?” You ask your friend beside you, looking down at the food that was now all over your own shirt.

Shinichiro was in charge of his two siblings for the night and had invited you over to help him watch over them. Little Mikey and Emma–one more chaotic than the other, but regardless you couldn’t turn down his offer to see two of your favorite kids in the world…and your best friend who was also your crush…

“Huh? Uh y-yeah sure, you know where my room is already,” He stammers out, red in the face at the prospect of seeing you in one of his shirts. Emma and Mikey were hyper-focused on the TV screen, one of their favorite cartoons was keeping their attention, as he addressed you.

Oblivious to his burning face in the dimly lit room, you thank him and head into the direction of his room. Shinichiro’s eyes burn into your back as you walk away. He sighs hopelessly, turning his attention back to his siblings as you disappear into his room. How much longer would he be able to keep his composure around you? The cracks were already starting to show and break even more as his affection for you grew day by day. 

You close the door behind you, hoping Emma or Mikey wouldn’t try and open it while you changed since there wasn’t a lock on it. Your eyes explore Shinichiro’s inviting room, taking it all in as you had never been in there alone before. It was fairly tidy, the familiar smell of him smashing you in the face, making your heart flutter slightly. You make your way to his dresser, digging through the bottom drawers for a shirt. 

Your movements are quick as you cautiously remove your shirt, not wanting any of the remnants of food on you to spill on his floor, and you slip on one of Shinichiro’s shirts. A quick task that took you no less than two minutes to do, but as you turned around to leave his room, your heart told you otherwise. A quick look-around wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

Thousands of thoughts and fantasies filled your mind of the raven-haired man who you had a burning crush on. What would it feel like to cuddle with him in his bed? To wear his clothes more often? To fall asleep in the same bed, limbs intertwined? To be his–what would that feel like? Your heart craved to know more than ever–you were tired of being only a friend to him; why couldn’t you be more? Would he even feel the same way? Is that even possible?

Your thoughts go blank though as you spot a box on Shinichiro’s desk with papers sticking out of it. You can’t help but approach it and open the lid of the box, glancing at all the papers inside it. One paper in particular though, catches your attention even more. Jealousy and fear fill the pit of your stomach at the sight of an envelope with a heart drawn on the front of it. Was this for someone he liked? Or maybe from someone who liked him? 

With your heart racing, your curiosity gets the best of you and you find yourself opening the envelope and taking out the paper inside it. It’s a letter…with your name written at the top of it. You begin to read with a hopeful heart;

“Dear Y/N,

Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m still not entirely sure if I can even find the courage to give this letter to you…but I guess if you’re reading this, then I did! I’m writing this letter to you, not as a friend, but as someone who has had a crush on you for a few years now. Is that shocking? Hopefully it is because I’ve tried my best to control my emotions whenever I’m around you in fear of scaring you off with these feelings.

You’re my best friend, someone Mikey and Emma also look up to–perhaps that’s where it started?

Seeing the way you treated my siblings as your own. Your ability to light up any room you walk into, your kindness, your drive to always be better than you already are–you’re absolutely amazing. I guess the more I saw these little things, the more my heart started seeing you differently. I couldn’t meet up with you without going red in the face, blaming it on the exercise I wasn’t doing, or that old excuse of having been out in the sun for too long. I can’t even take my mind off you; as I write this, images of us together in the future fills my mind. A positive outcome of you reading this letter–IF you ever read it. 

But I’m also scared.

Scared to lose the friendship that we already have. I don’t want to scare you off and how could I turn back from saying all this if you don’t feel the same way? We’d slowly drift apart, and not only would I lose you, but so would Emma and Mikey–they love you so much. And I lo- actually no I don’t want to scare you any further. I like you Y/N. I like you a lot.

I write this with the plan to give it to you on Valentine’s Day and I’d love to know if you’d want to be mine this year and the next, and every year moving forward. Valentine’s Day has always made me so anxious. I was nervous you’d call me one Valentine’s Day saying someone asked you out. I don’t even want to picture you with someone else except for me. 

I hope I don’t sound too greedy or desperate. I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same way! Just know that I truly care, and I’d love to be with you and walk together towards our future. Yes, OUR future. I want the future to be ours–together. Gosh this is so dumb, I’m sorry.

Will I ever give this to you? Hopefully.

Your hopeless crush, 

Shinichiro Sano.xx

If your heart wasn’t already racing, it definitely was now. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Shinichiro felt the same way about you, for what looks like a pretty long time. How had you not noticed before? 

You read and re-read the letter over and over again, allowing his words to sink in. This was real, right?

“Y/N! WAIT,” You suddenly hear loud footsteps run towards the bedroom door and Shinichiro flings it open with fear in his eyes. He pauses in the door frame, taking in the image of you in his shirt which makes his heart leap in his chest, but then he sees the open box and the letter he had written a few days ago, in your hands, and that’s when his heart drops down to his feet.

“I- I can explain. You see it was ju-”

“Thank you,” you cut him off, tears beginning to pool in your eyes–happy tears of course, “Thank you for liking me.”

He was flabbergasted to say the least. Images of you being disgusted with him or uncomfortable around him after reading his letter left his mind as the smile on your face filled his heart. He slowly walks towards you, cupping your face and wiping your tears away.

“Why are you crying?” He soothingly asks.

“I’m sorry, I just never thought you’d like me as much as I like you…” another confession. 

His hands pause from wiping your tears, taking in your words before a huge smile appears on his face, “Really?”

“Really Shin,” you laugh, wiping the rest of your tears away, embarrassed that they fell from your eyes without your permission. This was a time to be happy! “And I’d love to be your Valentine this year, next year, and every year to come.”

Overwhelmed with joy, he hugs you tight, scared that if he lets go, the world would crumble and he’d wake up to find out it was a dream.

“Can I…kiss you?” He shyly asks with you still in his arms.

“Of course.”

He leans in and your lips connect in an innocent kiss. Your first kiss together–the first of many to come. He sighs in content, disconnecting your lips and leaning his head against yours.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long, I can’t believe it’s actually happening.”

“Same here, especially not on Valentine’s Day. I’m glad I snooped around though. I’m sure you probably wouldn’t have given that to me on your own, huh?”

“I would have…eventually.”

You laugh, hugging him tighter. “It all worked out in the end.”

“Yeah, I guess it did,” he hums in delight of feeling you in his arms, “Though I’m sorry we have to spend our first Valentine’s Day together babysitting my siblings. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. How about tomorrow?”

“Hey~ I love your siblings. I’m glad I could see them today! Anytime with you will be time well spent, but I will take you up on that date offer for tomorrow,” you wink.

He kisses you one more time, sealing the deal, before the two of you finally leave the room, remembering the two kids that needed to be supervised. You walk out hand in hand, which makes Mikey gag as Emma cheers for joy, making you both laugh. Everything was perfect.

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

LETTER EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

[albiorix-l]

Jrwitober Day 31- 5 years of jrwi

Ok, this one isn’t much of a writing prompt. Not like I know how to make todays prompts into one anyway. And for anyone looking at my account, yeah, I didn’t keep up with it at all. Everything’s been very busy and I just couldn’t find time unfortunately, especially as each one just got longer.

However, I just wanted to use todays little thing to express my complete love for this show and everything about it (except felipe, I want to strangle that guy).

I haven’t been watching since the start. More like the second half of 2022, when slimecicle left the Chuckle Sandwich podcast and, with that being one of my main comforts, lead me to search for other stuff he’d done.

Then I found it. I think I started with the Prime Force one shots, and fell in love with it, though I wasn’t very happy when I found out the rest was behind a paywall. The black rose one shot wasnt the most entertaining thing and I was a little worried to see what the riptide campaign was going to be like. Alas, I gave it a shot.

And. Wow. From the start I was so into it I couldn’t stop watching (doing 8-10 hours a day when I had a free day, I was so into it) and even when I had something else going on, the second I got home I just couldn’t stop. I caught up decently quickly, and after a couple months of rewatching old episodes, I sent my friend, who i had only known for a little while at this point, a BITB animatic. I thought it was cool and I get way too excited about it when I like stuff.

Thankfully, she liked it too, and we decided to both get the Patreon. That’s when I went absolutely insane. BITB, while I won’t go into depths, was amazing, and I finished it in 2 days. But Prime defenders, which id watched the free eps for a while, and that id read enough fics to vaguely be spoiled of s1, was so so so much better than I could’ve expected. Every second of it was incredible, and from May ish when I got it to now, i am continually enthralled by everything about it. I love bizly’s dming, the characters, the story, all the heartfelt moments that I even cried a good amount at.

Jrwi, and largely pd, have become such a big part of my life that I have to stop myself or I doubt I’ll shut up. And that friend I mentioned? We went from strangers to just enough friends I sent her that fateful video to practically siblings, all because I shared my interest with her. We were both the first people we came out to, helped each other through so much in the year and a bit we’ve known each other, and I love her like my sister.

All because of an animatic about a bug horror thing.

And of course, the community. The people I’ve met, mostly those in a jrwi fic server, are so talented and funny and they’re all amazing. I’ve had the chance to write and post on ao3 after reading it for I think 5 years, and the kindness in this community is so incredible it’s almost whiplash to go back to the real world.

So thank you, jrwi. For all you’ve done for me and everyone who watches you.

Sincerely,

An inspired fan

[lovelyshydahlia]

Ssoooo… this is the first time I’m posting my digital art. And yeah I kinda been having a tmnt hyper fixation/obsession recently. I kinda blame the fact mutant mayhem came out and I finished getting through rottmnt, which btw they are both amazing, I highly recommend them both. Rottmnt is rough at the start, but it gets better as you watch more, please give it a chance.

Anyway, I had recently been in terrible art block, I just couldn’t be motivated to draw for so long that I was actually beginning to forget how to draw. It was honestly depressing. But then one day for fun I decided to challenge myself, I wanted to see if I could make an oc love interest for each turtle. To make unique characters with interesting designs and backstories. Which helped me finally break out of that art block.

And I’m hoping to show more of these oc’s to continue helping with my skills, both in art and writing. Also I will now be starting to take questions for my oc’s. I still won’t take requests because I’m not ready for that kind of pressure, but I will love to hear questions like as simple as “what’s their favorite Disney movie?” to as complex as “what happened to them in Rottmnt bad future?”.

Also quickly wanted to say these designs don’t necessarily belong to a particular universe, this is sorta in general design. Other universe designs will probably look different.

Anyway, here’s a description for each girl. Hope you like all of this!🐢💚💙❤️🧡💜💚

🌸Hana Sakurai.🌸

Species: human.

Color theme: pink.

Weapons: tessen/war fan.

Love interest: Leonardo Hamato.

Backstory: Hana grew up loving ballet and she was very fortunate, in a wealthy and loving family. But unfortunately one day her parents tragically died in a fire, just barely surviving herself and coming out of it scarred. She then moved in with her grandparents in New York, her life changing forever as she’s healing from her trauma.

⚙️Joy.⚙️

Species: android/robot.

color theme: cyan/teal.

Weapons: depends, she can turn her hands into blasters.

Love interest: Donatello Hamato.

Backstory: I’m still figuring out her backstory. But basically she is a robot that had gained sentience. Much like the turtles, she grew up hidden from the world, until one day she was discovered and ended up on the run. Fortunately she stumbles upon the turtles and takes shelter with them.

🦊Kit.🦊

Species: Kitsune/fox yokai.

Color theme: black.

Weapons: kunai.

Love interest: Michelangelo Hamato.

backstory: Kit has grown up in a very difficult life. She is considered part of an endangered species that is unfortunately still hunted. Most of her life has been about nothing but survival. Until she meets the Hamato family, changing her life for the better.

🌹Grace Reyes.🌹

Species: human.

Color theme: white.

Weapons: typically none, but she eventually learns about handling a bow staff.

Love interest: Raphael Hamato.

Backstory: Grace grew up in a loving family, a brother, a sister, a mom, a dad and a grandmother. She’s the oldest of her siblings and her father works as a cop. But unfortunately her life went a little downhill when she ended up in an accident that took her sight. She learns and adapts to this new life, struggling but managing. But one day when going to therapy, she meets Hana who was also going to therapy and ends up getting into all sorts of adventures together.

[kidheart]

I've decided with my second run of Baldur's Gate 3 that I am using the two tav trick. Though I know they can't in-game react romantically, it doesn't stop me from interpreting and writing a building romance between them. So I'm experimenting with a journal shared between them.

BG3 Journal Entry 4 

~ Duke

Heading out again I've taken the lead for the time being. Though along the way we've found a dead boar, that Astarion was oddly insistent on passing by. 

Not long after we discovered two travelers and their fallen brother, lying gasping in the grass after being attacked by an owlbear. Our minds connected, as he pleaded for me to look after his siblings. Yet upon hearing we were not the supposed True Souls they thought we were, they attacked us right after. Only for them to fall right beside their brother.

They spoke of an Absolute? I wonder what this means? 

~ Heart 

As Duke began to examine the now very still body of the brother, I couldn’t help but to notice how his lips twisted quite suddenly into a grimace. Widened eyes and a panicked groan quickly alerted me to the fact that his next movements were not of his own accord. Something…no….the parasite was trying to influence him!

“Duke!” my voice leapt from my lips, as though I hoped I could break this alien control on him. 

Taking a breath, the rogue attempted to take back control of his own body. To our shared relief he was successful. He dropped his hands quickly at his sides, as though signaling his pulling free. Then, taking a step back, he said to us in a rushed manner, “Let's get goin’?”

Once again he would take the lead. Though I found myself trailing closely beside him, asking quietly, “Are you alright?” 

He forced a smirk, “O’ course-”

His response grew to be distracted as a flash of white caught his eye. We were headed into the woods by this point, and I quickly caught onto what had taken his focus away. 

Upon the ground was another slain adventurer, and beside him was his still very much alive companion. A white furred dog, pointed ears perked up when he heard us approaching, as he whimpered up at our group. Duke took a cautious step forward, before kneeling down to reach a hand out to the woefully eyed creature. At first the canine growled at the rogue's offered hand. Yet then the thief spoke, his voice light and gentle, “Here, boy. It's alright.” 

He remained patient, allowing the dog a chance to lower his hackles. This gave Duke a chance to see the name on his collar, “Scratch, huh?” 

The dog, who was allowing Duke to pet him now, looked up at him as though he understood. Then he turned to his former master, whimpering again as Duke spoke softly, “He's gone…” 

Then he offered, his tone still careful, “Ya wanna come with me?”

The dog gave a brief glance, most likely out of mourning, to his lost companion. Before stepping forward to sniff Duke’s hand to familiarize himself with his scent. Then he gave a bark, as though signaling he knew where to go to find our camp. 

Going forward we stumbled across a town overrun with goblins. As we found when Duke approached the front gate, and was suddenly shouted at by their leader. She glared down at the rogue, giving a gruff warning of how if he took one more step that they would fill his front with arrows, and then his back if he turned to run. It was then brought to our attention that we were surrounded by the pack of them, all standing and waiting upon rooftops with bows ready. 

As I watched the rogue now folding his arms over his chest, a touch of dread tugged at my own. My instinct for survival overridden to instead become concern? 

Yet Duke remained steady in his stance, as he looked up and said to her, “I'm not lookin’ for trouble. Save your energy for when ya need it.” 

It hasn't ceased to amaze me how he can be so confident, even with such threats at the ready against him. Nonetheless, she told her fellow goblins just what he suggested, and we were able to continue on our way. 

This brought us up towards the risen road, and the bloodshed we found strewn across it. As we stared in horror, Duke looked on to find a hyena struggling at our feet. It's body twisting as it's gut was bloated. Until Duke realized what could occur if it went on like this, “Gnolls! They're born from dyin’ hyenas!” 

While we managed to prevent this horror from happening to most of the fallen beasts, one gnoll did emerge from the bursting frame of one. Yet our party was able to surround and slay it before it could do much damage or call for aid. 

“Come on!” Duke urged as we continued along the path. 

Our journey would then bring us to a river, its path coinciding with our own. Until a crimson form caught our attention. That of a woman kneeling down across from our side of the bank. Wyll looked on, exclaiming, “It's Karlach! We've found that devil!”

“The bloody blade of frontiers! Thought I'd gotten you off my tail!” She growled as she got to her feet.

Yet as we approached her, I couldn’t help but notice….a set of horns like my own, crimson skin rather than blue. An inferno blazed from within her, despite her efforts to hide it. Something quickly began to tug at me, drawing me to step forward. Just as all of our minds began to sync up with hers! Flashes of a fiery hellscape filled my mind, dread gripped at my chest as I tried to tell myself it wasn't real. 

Then I saw her. Karlach. A soldier in the blood war. Not a devil, herself. Instead, she was a victim of the archdevil, Zuriel. Forced to battle against demons and likely other beings. She wasn't a warrior for the blood war, she was a victim of it. 

Just as I was. 

I'm still not entirely sure what drew me to step between Wyll's drawn blade and the woman before us. Nonetheless, I did just that, urging to the warlock, “Wyll, look at her! She's no devil!”

“She's trying to fool us!” He insisted, though his stance wavered, a sign of uncertainty. 

“Wyll, you saw what we saw! This isn't right, and you know that!” My words ran away without my head, pleading for him to lower his blade.

“I'm not a devil! I was forced to serve in the blood wars!” She insisted, her voice earnest in her attempt to convince him. 

Wyll studied her a moment, uttering how he'd been deceived to chase her like this. He lowered his sword, shaking his head, “How can this be?” 

I then turned around, facing the crimson skinned tiefling watching us just as carefully. Before it set in that we had no desire to take her life, and she gave a sigh of relief, “I thought I was gonna have to take your head.”

Wyll laughed, “You would have died trying.”

As the air began to clear, Karlach explained how she'd been traded to be put in the blood wars that sprawled out over the lands of Avernus. That she had been forced to serve under the archdevil, Zureal. She did this by being the best demon slayer, and being especially fierce on the battlefield. 

Yet while she spoke of this, I couldn’t help but step back some from her. Not out of fear of her, but where she'd been trapped. Like her, I had no desire to ever return there. If I could keep moving and just forget….

As I thought of this, I couldn’t help but glance at my covered up arms. Knowing what lies hidden beneath the bracers I wore. 

“Heart, ya alright?” Duke inquired as he noticed my recoiling. 

I snapped my attention back to him, insisting, “I'm fine!” 

He raised a brow at this, but left it be.

As I turned back to the others, Wyll would be found shaking his head. He looked to be deeply in thought of how he'd been tricked, and how he'd broken his word. That his patron wouldn't be pleased with this outcome. When asked if we were I'm harm's way, he assured us this wouldn't be the case. Though he did let slip that he wasn't so sure in regards to himself. 

Karlach then informed us of some foes masquerading as paladins nearby, and how she needed help dispatching them before she could travel with us. Duke gave his word to aid her with this, which proved to be a short battle when we found them. 

Though we also learned something quite alarming about our new companion, or rather the infernal engine she had in place of a heart. It's been heating up since she left Avernus, especially if she were excited in any way. Rage, joy, or otherwise. She warned us to stay back from her for fear of injuring us. Then mentioned she would need to find a mechanic to give it a tune-up in order for it to keep functioning. Duke mentioned that there may be one among the tiefling refugees and promised to help look when we got back. 

After a long day we decided it was best to make camp for the evening. As night had fallen however, we found we would be getting an unexpected guest. 

With our group drawn close to the campfire, after changing into our more casual attire, we gave pause as black iquor bubbled up from the ground. Erupting from the Earth with the smoldering embers of Avernus itself, I quickly noticed a pair of horns upon the head of the figure now standing before us. With wings folding ever so elegantly to unveil a curvy frame wearing a form fitting gown of royal blue. A devil. 

She set her sights right on Wyll as he stood, ready for whatever was to come. 

“You've been a bad pet, Wyll. You were to stop Karlach, weren't you?”

The way she spoke to our companion boiled my very blood. 

“You deceived me, Mizora! The deal was demons, monsters, and devils! Karlach is a tiefling, and none of these things!” Wyll snapped back.

“What an unruly pup!” The devil only cooed as she went on to note a part of their contract and how he'd pulled away from it. 

Once again something in me began to boil, more than blood, and before I could give it a thought, I snapped, “You won't lay a finger on Wyll!”

My reward for this would be a look of quiet shock from our party's rogue, and further giggling from the devil enjoying the attention. Though there was a spark of contempt in her eyes as she glanced over at me. Then she stated that her pet still needed to be taught a lesson. Thus a wave of ebony would engulf the honorable warlock. In seconds we watched, helpless to stop Mizora as she gifted Wyll a pair of his own curled back horns. Reminding him just who he'd made a pact with. 

She then looked at Karlach and giggled, “Zureal sends her regards.” Only to receive a glare from my fellow tiefling. 

Lastly, before vanishing back into her infernal fires, Mizora looked straight at me. As she spoke, the blood in my veins would run ice cold, “I'll be keeping a close eye on you.” 

Then she was gone. 

Leaving us to try and absorb what had just occurred. Wyll tried to explain what he could of his contract, telling us he had never regretted the decision, and still didn't. While Karlach was in awe that someone had stood up for her in such a way. 

Through this I remained fairly quiet, just trying to be comforted by the fact that my companions were relatively safe for the moment. 

However, I would notice Duke looking over at me as I got my spot near the fire ready. He was already sitting atop of his own blanket, his tan skin warned by the crackling flames in its stead. 

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice and tone light in his approach. 

“Hey?” I echoed in quiet bewilderment. 

“That was brave, standin’ up to a devil,” he remarked.

“Brave? It bordered on insanity,” I replied. 

“Funny how those coincide so much, isn't it?” He chuckled. 

“You're rather used to walking that fine line,” I noted, biting my lip in a failed attempt not to smile. 

“I'm still here, aren't I?” He shrugged with confidence tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“You've been through a lot of scrapes, I take it?” I mused. 

“A fee here an’ there,” he admitted, “I'm no stranger to an adventurous life. Nor are you, from what I've seen of ya jumpin’ in to help fight?” 

“You promised to look out for me? How can I not do the same for you? If my magic can aid us in this journey, then I'll do my best to wield it.” 

However, as I said this to him, I couldn’t help but feel a burning itch from under my sleeve. While I attempted to scratch at it, my fingers pushed my sleeve back some, thus revealing discolored and cracked scales and skin underneath. Both showing an irritated scarlet peeking out from under the white fabric.

“Hmmm? What's that?” Duke inquired as this caught his good eye.

As he gave it a better look before I could hide it, he asked in an alarmed manner, “What happened? Were ya hurt in a fight earlier? Why didn't ya tell us ya needed healin’?”

I shook my head, despite knowing what ShadowHeart thought of me at the moment, as I admitted quite reluctantly, “These are older marks….it's nothing to be concerned over…”

“They seem to be botherin’ya?” He pushed as he went to reach a hand out to take hold of forearm.

Only for me to pull back and push the sleeve back in place, “Really, it's fine. I…I'm fine….” 

“Heart, you can trust us. You can trust me,” he insisted.

“I do trust you!” I swore to him, panic gripping my chest at the very notion he may be upset.

Yet still I withdrew, assuring quietly, “Im just tired, and the heat is just bothering old scars.” 

With a sigh he withdrew as well, simply wishing gently, “Alright, rest well then, Heart.”

Yet as I lay on my bedroll, listening to the shuffling for comfort and shifts into dreaming breaths. Meanwhile I gazed up at the stars, my vision blurring as I tried to recall which constellations were above us at the moment. 

Though no matter how I tried to forget the devil's threat, it lingered in my head. As did that glare burned into my memories, of five sets of eyes. Then those of sheer ice as a voice snickered, echoing cruelly to chase after my heels. 

Until exhaustion finally forced my eyes closed, and those cruel visions crept right into my dreams. No longer was I lying near my companions. Instead my vision was overwhelmed by those flames licking at my frame. That is before a coat of ice locked around my ankles to keep me from running. As she'd done to me so many times before. No matter how I pulled to break free, the ice grew more solid to prevent this.

“Pathetic! How is it that our blood runs through you?” A voice taunted, drowning out any other sounds that might remind me this was a dream. 

Before me stood a mountainous woman in both size and stature. Her serpentine eyes of piercing blue gleamed with cruel delight to see me back in her presence, at the mercy of her claws and bitingly cold breath. 

“Empress?!” I exclaimed while trying to conjure up my magic to try and fight back.

Only for it to fo nothing as it deflected off of her armor. 

The dragonblooded woman narrowed her eyes at me. Her sheer white scales gleamed as ice itself as the light of my fire fizzled out to her over encompassing air of ice. Though she appeared to me as an elf, one especially built, there was no hiding what she truly was.

“I'm not one of your weapons! I'm free!” I tried to yell back, only to be drowned out by howling winds that struck at my skin.

She barked with a growling laugh, “Free?! You think you can break your chains that easily?! She will find you! She will break you and every scale on your body! Death would be a mercy, and one she will not grant for your crimes!”

“I'm not-”

“She made you just what you are! You dared to be born with a dragon's blood, and so she put it to better use! You will always belong to her, no matter how far you think you're running!” She chortled as I was forced down on my hands and knees as a leash of ice formed around my neck, with her giving the chain a swift tug that bit at my throat. 

“Do your new friends know what blood runs through your veins? Do they know how weak you are?! Will they still be such loyal companions once they find out?!” She hissed.

“I'm not a monster! I am magic!” I tried to echo out Duke’s words to me, sparks flying softly from my frame to attempt some sort of retaliation. 

Now forced to look up at her, as I had been many times before, I was locked in place as swift claws flew towards my face. Again. 

[domenation802]

Got alerted that it was a 7 year anniversary on here today. Felt compelled to make a post for updates but also to clear the air from things I hear through the grapevine, and also for the haters that I know are out there. Most people and I are chill, but there are a couple, for whatever reason, that make it their life’s mission to dog me as some sort of competition to prove they were right about something. Idk. I’m not a psychologist, and maybe that’s the problem. I haven’t always done everything right, but I can honestly say I’ve genuinely cared about every friend and girlfriend I’ve ever had, even when I had to work through the pain of realizing things weren’t going to work out, and I’ve never put hands on anyone or crossed lines for what I feel like it is to be man. At the end of the day, I find that I have higher standards for myself than most people, and I don’t need validation for that.

I haven’t posted on here in years, but it’s been for the best reasons. I’ve taken over a mortgage on a house. I’ve been in the gym, I put on 25 pounds of muscle. I started a business that’s taken off as one of the better cannabis brands in my state. I’ve done events and conventions. I’ve gone and watched my alma mater win back to back national basketball championships. I’ve finally gotten back to festivals. And MOST importantly, I’ve met the most fantastic woman I’ve ever met in my entire life who has loved me, supported me, and made me a better person throughout it all. I was starting to think maybe it would never happen. I wasn’t looking, at all. And then she just walked into my life. I guess they say that right as you give up and submit, it happens.

Never in a million years would I have ever expected to meet a girl like this at a shitty hometown bar, and it was a 1-in-a-million shot that she was even there. She was recently out of a local college, lived out of state, and was just rooming with a friend to help her out. Her friend dragged her out, and I happened to be there with a gym friend sitting at the bar watching the Celtics/Lakers. We all noticed each other, danced together and talked and laughed a lot. When it was time to leave, I got her info and we started casually talking and hanging out more.

The more that I learned about her, the more amazed and obsessed I was. She taught me things I didn’t know. She made me consider things in a different way than I always did. She was quiet, but direct. In a lot of ways, she was very different than me: different race obviously, different family life (HUGE fam with healthy relationships), bounced around a lot in childhood. And yet, despite all our differences, she was interested in me. I couldn’t believe it. This absolute goddess. Bad bitch energy on the outside, like goth witch vibes, but for those in her circle she is the most kind, caring, smart, funny, hard working person I’ve ever seen. She practically raised her SIX siblings with her mom who had a few different BMs, calls them her babies. Why would anyone ever hate on this relationship? Well, I’m 9 years older than her. She will be 26, I’m 35. And I know this sounds like the most based thing ever, but it’s true: she is the most mature woman I have ever been with, hands down, no questions asked, twice on Sunday. She calls me out on my bullshit when I need it, she supports my hobbies. Shes vegan and pushes me to be healthier. I could literally write a novel about the things that I love about her. And I opened up to her. I told her everything. About all of my many past relationships. About my addiction. Everything. And she didn’t hate me for it, she loved me for changing. She made my life, OUR life.

And so I proposed. Last November, in the gardens at an old-ass Victorian mansion where they hung witches in Salem on Halloween under the moonlight for the first time in my life, I asked someone to marry me. Not because it was easy (although it is), not for money, not because “she’s easy to manipulate” (honestly that sounds like projection when people even say it), but because for once in my life, I feel like I am healthy enough and have someone who loves me for me, and who wont leave through the ups and downs. I mean I’m old as fuck now, it’s probably time. And ya know, my Mom is for sure crazy, but she had a few sayings that I liked, and one was: “it’s okay to take your old memories off the shelf every once in a while, but just make sure you put them back”. And I think that’s great advice for everyone.

Peace Tumblr. Maybe I’ll chalk another update down in a few years. Be easy, be well. And most importantly: don’t be a fucking hater man. ✌🏻

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine being included in Victor’s novel

“Hey.” Victor said to his siblings, who he hadn’t seen in years, all of them looking at him with some sort of resentment. None more than number 4, the little boy who Grace had named Klaus.

Klaus stood and went to the bar as he stepped further into the room, his fingers fidgeting with the jacket they wore as he said, “You guys all look good.”

“So do you.” Luther whispered as Victor looked to the floor, “Is the gang all here, or…”

“Almost all here, however I heard that part of the gang isn’t making an appearance.”

“Why?”

“Growing up my siblings and I were not allowed outside companions, Father stated we would operate better that way. It didn’t stop the longing though, and for our rebellious brother who enjoyed sneaking out of his bedroom window, or the kitchen door, searching for his next high, he found that companion. She was a cute girl, her name was [Y/N], and while the rest of our family smiled at the fact that Klaus had made a living friend, I saw what she truly was. She knew who my brother was, and saw the opportunities that came with it, as to befriend a member of the Umbrella Academy was a privilege, but to date one, to marry one, to breed with one, hell that’s the golden ticket. I was invited to the wedding, but I couldn’t bring myself to go, I could not watch my brother marry a harlot who wanted nothing more than a slice of his fame. I fear the day they make a baby, as mom is a gold digger, and dad is a drug addict childhood star… I am sure their kids will come out a real winner, and not screwed up like the rest of us.” Klaus stated, before bringing the glass to his lips, his eyes drilling into Victor before he spoke again, “Oh and don’t forget the last sentence of the novel where you told her to run away from this family while she had the chance, and stated as well that she was an enabling asshole.”

“Klaus, I didn’t mean…”

“Really, cause if you didn’t mean it, than why did you write it!” Klaus stated, “You do know that some of us did move on, one of us has a child, and an ex husband, I have a wonderful wife, and a great life. You are right, I have an addiction issue, and a need to mask my pain, and my powers, and the voices, but you are the last person I need judging me. If you should be judging anyone how about the dead guy?”

“Klaus, this isn’t the time.” Luther stated as Klaus looked from his outcasted brother, to his moon man

“She isn’t coming, because of him.” Klaus screamed, pointing at Victor.

“I know.”

“But of course no one cares, as she isn’t important since Dad’s dead, right?”

“No one said that…” Allison’s words were cut off however by a phone ringing, to which Klaus loudly said, “I am going to answer this, because it is my gold digging wife, since you know I have so much money to steal.”

As he pushed past Victor and flipped his phone open, he couldn’t help the lightness coming back to his voice, he was tender with her, a fault he had always had when it came to her, “This is incredibly boring without you.”

“You think you are bored, you are hanging out with the Umbrella Academy, the most popular superhero group back in the day, they all are so amazing, meanwhile I am here, stuck behind a counter watching a gas station, and then afterwards I have to go do laundry.” You groaned as he smiled, “I envy you, for there is nothing more I want than to do laundry.”

“You mean watch me do the laundry in my lingerie? Don’t worry I can send pictures.”

“Orrrrrrr.” He started, you already knew where he was going though

“Klaus, love, I can’t.”

“Can you at least drop by a fix for me, the voices are restless in this house.”

“Of course love, just tell me when he goes to bed, I would love to see the others…. And you.” You whispered

“Thank you, I would be lost without you.”

“Just promise me one thing…”

“Anything for you.”

“Be kind to Victor, he is just going through the trauma, just like you all.”

He was silent as you whispered, “A customer just walked in, I love you.”

“Love you.” He whispered before the line went dead, he slowly inhaled before going back inside, knowing he was about to do an impossible task.

[gris-nv]

Thanksgiving 2023

I don’t really celebrate thanksgiving but as I’ve said in previous years, I like the idea of making some kind of summary about the things we’re thankful for during the year, so here it goes:

In the first months of this year I started to look for a new job, since I left my previous one in favor of my mental health (see previous post), so one day surfing through Facebook, believe it or not, I found the vacancy of my current job and I applied, after one interview and a very long security check I got it! So I’m thankful for my new job that feels kind of being a secret agent because I cannot say where I work lol, so if you know you know, and I’m also thankful because, unlike my previous job, the least stressing part of my life right now is my job.

Also I’m thankful for all the people I asked to be my references, they didn’t even asked, they just did it, they vouched for me so this job is something we all got peeps! Thank you!

About the same time I was starting my new job, my mom was going through some serious health issues, there were some moments in which I feared the worst you peeps, so much so that I remember I prayed to the universe and I said “I’m not ready yet to be without my mom so please give us more time”, not that I think we’re ever ready, but you get the point. Also I realized that I had taken by myself and for myself the whole responsibility of taking care of my mom, the house, the animals, managing my dads and my own stress, my new job, etc., I didn’t want to worry my siblings since both have their own families and one of them was out of the country for work, so I took upon myself all the burden, no one asked me to, I just did. Well, I was on the brink of breaking down when I called my sister and she told me “this is not just your responsibility you know? We’re a family” since then I learned to ask for help and rely on my family, so I’m thankful for being so fortunate that my family works like a Wolfpack, we all are always for each other.

Just as my mom was getting better, I had a work trip coming up, my first time in Florida ya’ll (sorry my English accent, even when writing, is a weird combination between Mexico obviously, California, Kansas (ugh) and New England). Luckily I could go with all the confidence that my mom was doing much better and my sister was here taking care of everything along with my dad and some neighbors that were always willing to help. So I’m thankful for the support network and thankful for the opportunity of a work trip for training when I don’t even have a year working there yet.

Of course I countdown pass the opportunity, since I was already in the east coast, to visit my second family, just a quick flight up north and I was able to relax and spend some time with amazing friends, the universe knows I needed it, so everything aligned to make it possible, I’m thankful for having an extension of my family, people that love me and accept me for who I am and people that trust me to respond in an emergency, even if it means driving and unfamiliar car, in unfamiliar roads by night. Let me confess that even though I kept a poker face I was freaking out internally because all of what I mentioned but most importantly because my soul sister was in pain and I couldn’t do anything about it. I’m also thankful for the trust of watching the cub in a stressful situation for all. I’m a firm believer that our responsibility as adults is to shield the kids from our own stress and uncertainty, of course being honest all the time but hell I was going to watch that kid and protect him from everything and making sure to manage his stress as best as I could. All good in the end, thank Thor. Also I’m thankful for the opportunity to get to know new places and getting to know my friends better every time.

Last but certainly not least, I’m thankful because my mom is recovering, she’s almost the same person she has always been, she’s completely different compared to some months ago, finally we can all relax and enjoy the last months of the year.

I’m thankful of having two families that always ask for each other and we all know we’re here for each other no matter the distance and the language barrier, we’re all just one big pack covering a hell of a lot of territory.

Happy thanksgiving to all, and do try to make the exercise of thinking what are you thankful for.

[myawesomebeautifullife]

I can love me better than you can

This week is the release of Miley Cyrus’ new album titled Endless Summer Vacation! I’m so excited for this album! Plus she is doing a disneyplus special with singing The Climb! Like 2013 Miley would probably be saying that yes hell as frozen over. I am excited to be playing this album on replay.

Anyways, yeah I’ve had another melt down. This time it’s about my appearance and age and the stage I am at in life. My normal inner inspirational speech this time isn’t healing it. Like I’m thinking the correct thoughts but the inspirational effect isn’t there. 

As I am writing this I am realizing that this month is the 4th anniversary of my Mother’s death. Yeah this is probably somehow connected. The reason why I am even on here is because as I was laying in bed I was thinking about life and a random memory of my Mom came up and I just started flooding with tears.

The memory. Once when I was young I remember I was sleeping in my mom’s bed and waking up the next finding myself in my bed. She had told me brother had a nightmare. It just reminded of other times of when I was super scared and she was there for me. 

The last couple of months of her life was not great for anyone. I feel deep inside that she knew her time was coming and had given up on life. While the rest of us didn’t quite feel that or were in denial. The reality is my Mom had the ability to make a decent recovery. She just had a such a real negative outlook on life and it was so annoying and aggravating. I was being pushed to my limits. A twenty something year old having to choose between taking care of their parent or sacrificing being a twenty year old. That is something that doesn’t sit well. No one has a right to judge that twenty year old who had no life experience and running only on survival mode.

I truly believe my Mother was a narcissus. Wow I can’t believe I’ve actually written the words out. They say they are created because the child doesn’t get right nurture from their parents so they seek it externally and when they have kids they see them not as individuals but extensions of themselves and what they can do to serve them. The story checks out. My grandparents were quite dysfunctional and relied on my Mom to raise her FIVE other siblings.

I’m not going to lie. It’s hard to hear people talk great about my Mom. Yeah it’s true she did amazing things but she was also a bitch to her kids. My Mom was a control freak. We were the victims of it, My dad, my siblings, and many family members. My Mom, since having the stroke, now had to rely on the people who she made her victims to help her. Let me tell you. It’s not pretty at all. I was pushed to my limits. I remember one time she was screaming her head off and I went into my bathroom and fell the floor crying and texting Sami that I just couldn’t take it anymore. Poor Sami. I can only image getting a text saying “I can’t take it anymore.” The stroke show me a side of my Mom that I knew was there but wish it wasn’t.

This is why when these small memories float by and give me hopes and glimpse that she wasn’t a narcissus but maybe just a really hurt person. Because it would mean she really is capable of love and the love that was there was truly authentic. It breaks my heart so much. They say a narcissus only loves on conditions. What can you do for them?! Love is treating someone with kindness and respect. Love is wanting the best for someone no matter what. Love is accepting someone for who they are and allowing them the space to grow. My Mom made great sacrifices for her children and people she cared about. However the way my Mother spoke and treated me wasn’t great. I always had in the back of my mind even when I younger that this isn’t how you treat someone when you say you love them.

Idk what the answer is. She must have been able to feel love. I do believe she loved me. Once time I had asked her a question and she looked at me and gasps and answer “what?!” I asked her what she thought I said and she thought I had said “Mom do you love me?” Her reaction was defiantly real. If she didn’t love me she wouldn’t had been shocked. But she really did know how to cut deep with her words. How to leave someone feeling very little about themselves. 

I’m also split because it’s just so unfair that I have to go through life without my Mom. I wish she was here. I miss her so much. I don’t understand why things had to play out like this. 

Mom I do believe you loved and cared for me. However mom, I can love me better than you can.

[mango-bango-bby]

We have yandere hawks's kids with wings but what if one kid took after more like the mom not only in appearance but also being quirkless, and their a little sad when they see all their siblings flying around.

♡ Just You ♡

(A/N: I know that I haven’t been posting a lot of fics lately 🥺🥺 I’m sorry!! Life has been very tough lately and I haven’t had a lot of inspiration. Also I know I just put out a domestic Hawks fic but I could help myself but write this)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic stuff, kids, a bit of angst

Summary: Your daughter feels sad because she’s quirkless (Yan!Hawks x GN!reader *reader is referred to as ‘mama’ by the kids though*)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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It was stressful having four children, that was for sure. Although it was definitely nice to have a more calm child. Your youngest child was named Kumiko. She took after you more than Keigo. She not only looked like you and was calmer like you, but she was quirkless.

Kumiko sits on the engawa, not coloring with her crayons anymore but now watching her brothers as they jumped off a small rock in the yard to try flying. Keigo just watched with a small smile, calling out to them every once and a while with advice on how to fly better.

You look out the window from in the house, not missing the slightly longing look in your daughters eyes. She had brought her crayons and paper outside to just sit and draw but now she just sat and watched with a small frown on her face.

“Hey sweetie” you say stepping out on to the engawa with Kumiko, you said it not loud enough for any of your boys to notice or Keigo who was laughing at his sons failed attempt. She turns to you before looking away and grabbing her crayons again as if she wasn’t sad.

“I’m okay, mama” Kumiko says, looking back down on her paper to draw. She answered your question before you even asked. So you knew she was upset. “I know you’re upset, Kumi, do you mind telling me what’s wrong?” You ask, sitting down next to her. She seems to think for a moment before looking up at you and answering.

“Sometimes I wish I had a quirk like papa, and Haya, and Tsubasa and Kaito“ She says, turning to glance at her father for a moment. You sigh and give her a smile. “Aww, you don’t need worry about that. Look at me, I don’t have a quirk either” You say, Kumiko not looking up from her paper.

“But mama, I’m not like you” She says, clearly saying she couldn’t just let it go that she didn’t have a quirk. “I know, you’re my Kumiko. And you’re smart and kind, a great artist, and an absolute sweetheart to your brothers even when they annoy you” you say, pulling her into your arms and kissing her on the forehead.

“You don’t need to have wings like your father or your brothers, because you’re already amazing. You’re you and that’s all you need to be” You say, watching her eyes tear up a bit. It was the exact thing she needed to hear.

You look up to find Keigo staring at the two of you, a small smile on his face. You were the perfect parent to all four of his children. You were just perfect. You give him a small smile back, glancing over at your boys who were approaching you and Kumiko asking what was wrong and what happened.

Kumiko just smiled though.

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[sanderchu]

Being Kageyamas little sibling and dating oikawa 👀

We love angering older brothers

-🕸

King of your heart

Note: I need to like start using a name generator or smth I can never think of titles- and yes we do love angering older brothers, what kind of sibling duo is it without that 🤨

Side note: when I tell you a giggled and kicked my feet at this, I wish I was joking. Tysm ilysm <3 /p

[Writing](slight) or [hcs]

Brother Kageyama, s/o oikawa

Finding out:

You watched the practice game between karasuno and Aobajohsai from the bench. You sat there amazed at the wins and tricks being revealed by the teams every chance they got. Even though Aobajohsai ended up winning you still thought of Karasuno as winners, especially with that number 10 your brother told you about. You stood up and clapped your hands as you began to walk over to the net. “Y/n!” You watch as Oikawa walked towards before someone else can, with a smile. He held both your hands in his and kissed your forehead, “did you see my serve? What did you think?” You gave him a quick peek on the lips before revealing your long waited answer, “you were awesome maybe you can teach me that” you both laughed as it was obvious a pair of eyes can be felt staring at you both. But not like a normal stare. Like a stare of flames burning. Kageyama’s to be exact. You tempered older brother. That’s how he found out everything.

Hcs:

- he wasn’t happy but you were knowing you didn’t really have to sneak your boyfriend around like a little kid

- You knew how there rivalry was from the start but couldn’t help but fall for your older brothers rival

- When you tell him oikawa is coming over he always offers to answer the door (aka to ignore it and act like he answered it)

- If oikawa ever stays the night or you stay over at his kags hates it

- Always keeping an eye on oikawa to make sure he isn’t playing or messing with you

- On purpose will walk in between you two to break your guys hand holding

- He doesn’t hate it he can’t even find the words for it

- Hates when oikawa shows up with you at karasunos practice it completely gets him off track

- Oikawa is always teasing you on purpose in front of kags to just see his blood boil

- Oikawa always meets up with you at the front of the school gates so for you and kags to be talking as you made your way to the gates, it’s something else

“I can take them home myself. Go worry about your fans.”

“Well it’s my princess/prince aren’t they? What type of boyfriend will I be if I don’t walk them home to protect them. Someone clearly like you wouldn’t stand the chance against my protection”

- you always gotta break up the fights which can be funny but kinda annoying depending on how often and daily it becomes

- For prom you have to tell kags to be nice

- Just in general you have to tell your brother to be nice and give him a chance

- He tries, before oikawa gets there that is. After that he’s back to normal being a mean grouchy guy

Overall, he’s not mad or really happy about it. To be honest he doesn’t know how to feel but what stays a rivalry stays a rivalry so he won’t really change his personality for his rival no matter what.

[theshelbyclan]

Thura, darling, I have a request I hope you'll consider. 💗 I love Teddy so much and I was thinking about Polly/Esme/Linda insisting she learn to bake. Teddy is frustrated she has to be in the kitchen while Finn is allowed to play outside. She ends up sabotaging the food (replacing salt for sugar or something) so everyone will think she's hopeless and stop trying to teach her a skill she doesn't ever plan on using. If this is too specific or you don't feel like writing it, I understand. I hope you like the idea though!

I loved this idea, so cute and very Teddy, thank you for sending it in!

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While Teddy was staying at the Lee camp, Esme had been looking out for her. It’s funny, because Esme was being married off for being ‘too wild’, but she still felt like she had to be the one to teach Teddy all about being a good gypsy wife. This meant she had to learn how to clean, to take care of the camp and to cook.  Back in Small Heath, Esme still felt responsible for her somehow, so she’d grabbed Teddy and hoisted her along to the kitchen. “But I don’t want to!” Teddy whined.  “Tough,” her friend said without any room for argument, “Today’s the day you learn. Polly’s agreed.”  “Whyyyyyyyy? It’s not like I’ll marry anyways.” Esme shrugged, “Either way, we’re baking a cake today. It’s John’s birthday today and what better time to learn!”  Teddy rolled her eyes and looked out the window with a longing gaze. Outside, Finn was playing football with some of their friends, and Teddy would give anything to be out there right now. So, as Esme’s back was turned, she tried to make a run for it. Esme, however, had six younger siblings, so quick as a flash, she’d caught Teddy’s wrist and held it firmly. Teddy took one look at her and decided resistance was indeed futile. Throwing flower about angrily and managing to crack as many eggs as possible in the process, Teddy was probably the angriest baker anyone had ever seen. Each broken egg earned her a slap from Esme, but it didn’t help much. But then her sister-in-law said, “If you do a good job, your brothers will be so proud of you and they’ll ask you to bake for them all the time!”  But that was the last fucking thing Teddy wanted.  Smirking to herself, she came up with a plan. Quickly she broke another egg, not entirely by accident as she threw it across the kitchen, received Esme’s slap with some dignity at least, and when she turned to clean it up, Teddy grabbed the salt and emptied the container into the mixture. Vaguely she wondered if this would be enough, but looking at the mountain of salt, it’d have to do.  “I’m actually enjoying this a little,” Teddy chatted away happily, “Maybe I could do this all the time. I might have the talent for it!”  Esme was looking at her darkly, egg still in her hair, “Well, I’m fucking not. Next time, Polly can deal with you.”  Cheerfully stirring, Teddy couldn’t wait. A few hours later, the kitchen did smell amazing. Everyone had gathered around, but as Polly was preparing for dinner, she mumbled, “What happened to my salt?” Teddy quickly looked away and cut a slice of cake for everyone. “Made it myself!” she announced proudly.  Fork in the air, there was no way she was taking a bite. But she did watch the others eagerly, as they brought the cake to their lips. At once, everyone started coughing and John actually spat his cake across the kitchen. Polly frowned and tasted the tiniest crumble of cake, “Esme, what the fuck did you do?” “It wasn’t me who did this!” she protested, “She must’ve gotten the salt and sugar mixed up somehow.” “That is bloody awful, sister,” Arthur said through his laughter, “I mean, well done for trying, but never again.”  “You mixed up the salt and sugar, eh?” Tommy fixed her with a stern gaze. “I didn’t know,” Teddy put on big eyes, “I thought I would be good at baking!” Arthur burst out laughing again, “You’re not, sweetheart, you’re really not.” John tried to be more gentle, “I appreciate the gesture, Teddy, just, next time get me one from the baker, alright? No more baking for you.” “Oh,” Teddy pouted theatrically, “that’s a shame…”

I’m writing drabbles today for my 4k celebration; send some in!