#worlds okayest sister

[johnnydany]

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[tarnishedhalo]

No one needs to fill out anything for my sister, Bingo Card or otherwise.

[naileadevoras]

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

do we get to see the logan and wade conflict about writer!reader? i am loving the series so far!!!

Wade laid you on the couch carefully, "How the fuck did you not shred your feet?"

"I dunno-"

"And why the fuck did you lie to me?" he asked.

You shrug, "If I could have gotten a word in edgewise it might have been different. But you were so busy buying "world's okayest uncle" shit-"

"Calling myself the best is conceited."

"Fuck you." You give him a look and Logan can't see what passes between you. And he tries Not to go over there. Not to loom. But when you start crying again it takes a monumental amount of effort.

"Okay, okay I get it. I'm a fucking asshole," Wade said, pulling you into a hug and rocking you gently. "Please stop crying. Don't cry. Fuck-"

Logan quietly. It was the same tone of voice as a kid smacking the other to hard and saying "don't tell mom". Except neither of you ever really told your mom anything- Well. You didn't if you could help it anyway.

"Can't help it," you sniffle.

"If you don't stop crying, I'll cry," he teased, reaching over to pass you tissues.

"Why-"

"Because," Wade teased. "My baby sister is sneaky enough to hide a whole baby daddy- You really had me thinking it was that hack mystery writer."

"Ugh. He wishes."

______________

Logan knew he was being watched. Carefully. By everyone. And he tried not to take it personally. It was his own fault, anyway.

But- it didn't make it any easier to take care of you. At least not for him, he kept waiting for someone to yell at him. But. When you reached for him. Looking for HIM to help you or just to be close to him it helped.

"How're you feelin', Princess?" he asked, wrapping his arms around you in the kitchen.

"Like I could go back to bed," you yawn, pouring a cup of coffee. "But. I gotta get some work done. Come up with some bank account padding."

"Sleep okay?" he asked, kissing your shoulder. He'd been next to you. You'd been wedged between him and a pillow. But, that didn't mean you slept very much.

"Fine," you tell him, turning your head to look at him, "Just- still running numbers trying to make the math, math."

Logan shook his head and pulled you a little closer, tentatively laying his hand on your stomach- you were starting to get a little bump now. He'd felt it when he held you. But. He wanted. Well. What he wanted didn't really matter- you were hesitating about some things. He'd gotten heated kisses and he could smell the need; your hormones driving you up the wall. But he was trying to keep the ball in your court. Even if he'd love to take you back to bed and fuck the thoughts out of your head. Replace the needy painful ache you couldn't quite soothe with an ache that left you satisfied.

"I picked up some construction work," Logan said. "It's gonna be fine, Y/N."

"Logan-"

"I told you," he hummed. "I wasn't gonna be some fuckin' deadbeat and make you do it all." He cradled the little bump and bent his head to bury his face in your neck. Grateful you didn't push his hands away. " 's my baby," he said. "Gonna make sure they're taken care of."

"You're a good man for the worst Wolverine," you tell him.

He chuckled and hugged you a little tighter, "Gotta take care of my girl to take care of my kid," he reminded. He let go of you and went to his jacket, pulling out his wallet and a small wad of cash. "It's not a lot," he said. "Used a chunk to get some documents so I could get a bank account. But- Here" He held it out to you insistently.

"It's not that dire, Logan," you tell him, gently pushing it back. "I can manage for now-"

"Take it and get yourself something then," he said ignoring you and tucking it teasingly into your shirt between your breasts. Trying not to notice that your stomach wasn't the only thing looking a little rounder. "I'm not any good at picking out presents."

You feel your body flood with heat when his fingers brush the skin of your breasts and it's all you can do not to whine. "I- thank you," you murmur, kissing his cheek before you had to turn and leave the kitchen. Before you threw yourself at him.

Logan took a deep breath and let you go. The scent of your arousal making him feel weak-kneed. Ball in her court, he reminded himself. Maybe putting the cash in your tits was too much. But- he'd heard enough horror stories on daytime TV with Althea. He didn't want you thinking he didn't WANT to fuck you. And he didn't want you thinking that you weren't attractive to him. He'd made up his mind. This was his girl and his kid.

[fictionkinfessions]

CW: incest

Can't believe I have to sit through another round of "Jinx is homophobic" jokes. No actually I'm just a disgusting little freak who's jealously in love with her sister, and at this point I would rather people cancelled me for that rich subtext vein instead of joking about how the reason I'm upset that the first of my two childhood-crushes-turned-enemies turned me down for the world's okayest me substitute could only be because I'm a bigot. And also even if I wasn't a sick little incestuous bisexual, fellas is it homophobic to be upset that your sister's crushing on a cop? -Jinx (Arcane fictive)

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[noveldivergence]

What's the point of making a cult leader to a dark eldritch god if you don't make him a fuckable older man-whore with a tragic backstory masked by the dumest fucking sense of humor you've ever seen in your life?

The only reason Alek hasn't tried to distract Bellamy from his various war crimes via seduction is because Alek's younger sister got there first and he owes her for all those times he accidentally fucked her crushes in university. Admittedly, Bell is straight, but the thought of that being what stopped Alek, genuinely never crosses Alek's mind.

Is he the antagonist? Sorta? He doesn't want to actually like hurt or undermine Bellamy. Thinks his gradual descent into madness is kinda funny though.

He also has a staggering collection of World's Okayest Dad mugs, which I find way more compelling about him honestly.

Photo reference used was Alexander Skarsgard.

[jewishrizahawkeye]

since roy isn’t actually related to ed and al in the au and he’s pretending to be their distant relative i think a really funny running joke is whenever someone questions how they’re related he just starts listing off different family names.

“i’m their grandfathers mothers sisters 2nd cousin”

“i’m their uncles sisters mothers best friend twice removed”

“i’m their cousins fathers daughters best friends son”

and then when they find out about riza and that she’s their cousin and all three of them are like “you just let two children you had no connection to live here????”

and he’s like “i mean i feel like the blame is more on your regular guardians. and in my defense i was putting up a fight to not have you stay here but i somehow lost the argument.”

even though he truthfully was raised by rizas dad which is why no one questioned him when he said he was a relative and took over the house so he does see himself having some family connection to them but it’s roy so he’s not going to ever admit it cause he’s just the worlds okayest dad mug

[nerves-nebula]

So splinter in your au is obviously awful and of course hated, but I'm wondering what's your opinion on other variations of splinter like rottmnt and 2012 and so on

AIGHT SO HERE'S THE THING. i dont actually know much about turtle canons other than rottmnt, like i've picked up a lot and know general story lines but haven't actually watched all of 2012. he seems like an ok dad but also he did some uh. some fucked up stuff haha.

other splinters seem almost like they're not dads at all, kinda shitty! but some of them are literally just chillin (like 2003 splinter, he seems like a nice father)

I wrote a long rambling post about how rottmnt splinters neglect was handled and how it made me kind of really uncomfortable and disappointed as a child of neglect myself, but tbh that was more about the way the SHOW handled the subject matter than rottmnt splinter himself.

I love that little rat bastard man, he's the worlds okayest dad <3 he's going through a lot and I love how unserious he is compared to a lot of other splinters.

that being said, when i told one of my sisters i was making an au where splinter is a shit dad she said "I thought splinter was always a shit dad??" and I was like "yea but like WORSE" which kinda gives you an idea of what we think about splinter in general.

he's not always portrayed as like a great father. more of a sensei than a dad a lot of the time. but yea idk im just kinda ramblin now

[jelreth]

still trying to sew up a shirt i started on yesterday. said worlds okayest sister now it says worlds okayest and i think thats hilarious

[whalesloveyou]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: World's OKAYEST mom Keychain.

[brooklynislandgirl]

[tarnishedhalo]

[naileadevoras]

[amazonbcrn-blog]

tag dump !! ( pt. 2 )

[killedbyvoldemort]

Alastor Moody  (  @auroriisms  )   &   Dorcas Meadowes                             ↪  You’re it.  You’re my person. 

[omg-imatotalmess]

World’s Okayest Brother

Hey guys! I’m sick and working on requests. Sorry this took so long to get up. I started school and then I hit a writing slump. Hopefully this turns out alright. I hope you enjoy. 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Sister! Reader

Requested: Yep 

Anonymous Requested: Hey, it's not really a Draco x reader request but could I have a fanfic where the reader is Draco's sister and they have a huge argument and Draco says something that makes her cry and run up to her room, and after a few hours later, he comes and apologizes? I know it sounds stupid but can you do it please??? Thank you, and love your writingxxx

Warnings: Swearing

You and Draco loved each other. You did. But no one would ever believe that with how often the two of you fought. Sure, siblings fought all the time, but you guys could get nasty. It really didn’t help that you were like night and day. He was a storm cloud of sarcasm with daddy issues. You, on the other hand, were a little ball of sunshine with bouts of recklessness. Draco was a Slytherin. You were a Gryffindor. He kept to his little group of friends. You branched out to anyone and everyone. He was stuck in the same old fashioned ways your father was. You were worried that Draco would turn out just like him. That was the basis of your latest argument. 

“I don’t understand how you turned out the way you have,” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You snorted, crossing your arms. This had been going on for an hour now. 

“Not a bigot asshole, you mean?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“We were raised to recognize our own kind.” You blinked at him. Your own kind? You were pretty sure that just meant wizards. 

“Witches and wizards? Like, I’m ninety five percent sure that ‘our own kind’ is just witches and wizards,” You said. He glared and you returned the gesture with a cold stare of your own. 

“How many times must we go over this? There are people beneath us, (Y/N),” He said. You rolled your eyes. 

“Bullshit,” You stated. His fists clenched and unclenched in frustration. “You just don’t want to disagree with daddy. Heaven forbid he write you out of his will.” 

“Father has nothing to do with this! You’re the one that goes frolicing with the mudbloods!” He growled. 

“You leave my friends out of this!” You couldn’t believe him. 

“The mudbloods? I’m only watching out for you,” He said, suddenly acting like he was the rational one. 

“What the fuck does that mean?” You snapped, placing your hands on your hips.

“I would hate to see any of them get the wrong idea about you.” You knew where he was going with this. Coincidentally, he was also speeding towards an early grave if he kept talking shit. 

“Wrong idea?” Nodding, he put a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’ve seen the way some of them look at you,” He said, seriously. So what? You could have laughed had you not been so pissed off at your brother. Pushing his hand off, you took a step back to distance yourself from him. 

“Whatever, Dray,” You sighed. You kinda just wanted to go to bed. It was exhausting to deal with him, especially when he acted so much like your father. 

“Ya know, I hate it when you do this.” He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Do what, exactly?” He asked. 

“That. This. Acting exactly like Dad. It freaks me out,” You said. It was something you’d brought up before, but he’d always dismissed it. Just like your father. 

“What’s your point, (Y/N)?” He asked, dangerously. 

“My point is that you’re going to end up a sad old man married to a woman you don’t actually love with children that resent you, just like him.” Rolling his eyes, he took a seat at the little homework desk in the common room. It felt all too similar to being in your father’s office, sans the abused house elves (poor little things).

“I don’t resent, Father,” He said. You groaned, frustratedly. 

“Are you doing that on purpose or are you actually that dumb?” You asked. 

“Doing what?” He responded. On purpose. You caught the little smirk on his face that made you understand why Hermione had punched him that day. 

“Would you just listen to me for, like, three seconds?” He nodded at you. “You’re turning into Dad. No one needs that.” 

“Father’s successful, I don’t see why being like him is such an issue,” He said. 

“I think you’re just afraid to go against him,” You hissed. 

“Perhaps it seems that way to you because you can’t ever manage to do as you’re told.” 

“Fuck off, Draco. At least I have a will of my own.” 

“I do as I please.” Rolling your eyes, you stared him down, still feeling like you were looking at your father. It really pissed you off. You knew that you two were going to gouge each other until someone drew blood. It was coming. Both of you were floating too close to things that shouldn’t be brought up. 

“Sure, yeah, if you count being an evil prick just because dad is then, I guess you do,” You said, sarcastically. He snorted, glaring at you. 

“Who defends you to their friends? Oh yes, the evil prick!” He snarled. 

“You don’t have friends, Draco!” You yelled, “You have lackeys and whores who stick around you for power!” It was quiet for a moment. 

“How amusing, all this coming from the family disappointment,” He said, finally. The words stung. 

“I’d rather be a disappointment than a heartless bastard!” You snapped. His eyes turned a dark stone color as he shot out of his seat, slamming his hands on the desk. You flinched at the sound. 

“You’re just blaming me because Mother and Father do not and will never love you!” He said evenly, making sure you absorbed every word. 

The words cut deeper than you’d like to admit. You lurched backwards as though you’d been punched in the stomach, staring at your brother with a bewildered expression. He’d never said that before, not so flat out, anyway. His stone cold eyes watched you with all the sympathy your father would have given you. None. In that moment, you hated him. Ice shot through your veins as you reached for something to support you and tears blurred your vision. It felt as though your legs would give out.

“I FUCKING HATE YOU, DRACO!” You spat just as the tears began to spill over. 

For a moment, it looked as though he wouldn’t react at all. Then, as what you’d said set in, a stricken expression claimed his face. Just as he began to reach for you, you took off. You had no idea where you were running, but you ran regardless. All you needed to do what get away from him. Before you knew it, you were laid out in the girls dorm as you sobbed helplessly into your pillows. You did know what else to do, so cried all the way through dinner. The burn in your chest was agony. You weren’t sure whether it was from the crying, what Draco had told you, or what you’d told him. It wasn’t liked you’d meant it. You didn’t. You loved your brother. Usually.

You weren’t sure how long you cried and the tears seemed endless. A distant part of you wondered why this hurt so much. You’d known that your parents didn’t love you since you were eleven, so that begged the question: why did it hurt? 

Before you really got any time to think about it, there was a soft knocking at the door. You ignored it, opting to curl into your blankets and try to sleep. Whoever it was would either just come in or go away. Eventually, the soft click of the door signaled that someone had come in. Then there was a pale face staring at you. Draco had knelt down beside your bed, looking fantastically shitty. Not that you were one to talk considering the tear tracks and snot. 

“Go away,” You said, tiredly. 

“Absolutely not,” He replied. You glared halfheartedly and turned your back to him. You felt the bed dip, alerting you to the fact that he’d sat beside you.

“Leave me alone, Draco. I’ve had more than enough of you for one day,” You grumbled. A slender hand touched your shoulder, rubbing it awkwardly. Draco never knew what to do with emotions. 

“I can understand that.” You glanced over your shoulder, briefly. 

“Then leave,” You deadpanned.

“Stop acting like such a brat, (Y/N),” He said, attempting to turn you over. You turned towards him, sitting up so fast that it almost knocked him off the bed.  

“If all you came to do was yell at me, then there’s the goddamn door. Don’t let it hit ya in the ass on the way out,” You snapped. He flinched, offering an apologetic look. That wasn’t something you saw every day. Usually it was you apologizing to him. 

“I actually came up to apologize,” He said, running a hand through his hair. 

“You suck at it.” The sound that came out of him at that could have been classified as a snort. 

“You’re completely right. How is it that you do this constantly?” He asked, almost smiling. 

“Grudgingly,” You responded, seriously. 

“Oh, yes, well, I suppose that makes sense,” He replied. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I have yet to hear an apology,” You said. Sighing, he looked at you and used the sleeve of his shirt to clean your cheeks. 

“I should never have brought any of that up. I’m sorry,” He said. You searched his face for a moment, finding nothing but honesty. You sniffled a little and leaned forward to wrap your arms around him. He stiffened. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“Hugging you. This is a hug. You’re supposed to reciprocate,” You said, giving a watery giggle. Slowly, he hugged you, rubbing his hand up and down your back. 

“I truly am sorry,” He said. 

“I know. So am I,” You said, sitting back. Furrowing his eyebrows, a confused expression fell over his face. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t hate you. You’re, like, the world's worst brother, but I don’t hate you. I shouldn’t have said that I did.” You rubbed the back of your neck, avoiding his gaze. He laughed, softly. 

“I came to apologize. I can’t be that bad,” He said, indignantly. 

“You’re the world’s okayest brother, how’s that?” You asked. His nose scrunched up and he raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m not certain that’s proper English, (Y/N),” He said. You laughed, the last of your tears finally drying. 

“No, but it’s fitting.” Shaking his head, he ruffled your hair. You ducked away from him with a playful glare. Maybe being night and day wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, you got the world’s okayest brother out of the deal.