#like yeah they look like brothers but identical twins???? damn

[dollivication]

thinking about cat hybrid!dmc3!vergil and cat hybrid!dmc3!dante with owner!user…….

you cannot take these bitches anywhere. “cat fight!” YEAH NO LITERALLY! your furniture will be RUINED, i suggest you get ready to step into stuffing the moment you enter your house. everything will be scratched up, from the couch to the pillows on your bed.

maybe that’s to be expected from two twins who can hardly get along, with one of them constantly annoying the other (dante……. smh)

speaking of dante, he’s already lazy as is, now imagine him with feline characteristics. this fucker will knock any devices or book out of your hands just to sprawl out on your lap, purring like a damn motorcycle engine!!… aww don’t look so mad, just pet his fluffy tail yah? he promises it’ll make you feel better! :3

i fear there is little to no taming him.. spraying him with water will only have him shake off the droplets, purposefully wetting you in retaliation. or he’ll just cuddle up close to you, soaking you both in freezing water. there’s no winning with dante. just feed him and pet him and praise him (for being a fatass) it’s not that hard!<3

vergil.. there’s not much of a shift in his character! he’s got a pair of cat ears and a tail now, but there’s nothing really different from how he normally is.

he’s still quite independent, minding his own business and only approaching you whenever he needs something. his distance remains, with very RARE instances of him purring.. like it’s once in a blue moon! this fucker suppresses all of his sounds, and he almost never lets you pet him :/ (swats your hand away if you even lift it in his direction… sigh!)

——NSFW——

there will be times when they’ll get reaaaally fucking needy! almost at the same time. so it’s just double the amount of getting pawed at, your clothes being tugged on and your thighs/sides getting kneaded. dante is far more touchier than vergil, more shameless as he sticks his head under your shirt and grinds his cock against you!

vergil is somewhat anxious in his approaches until he sees just how reactive you are towards dante’s advances. it seems to alter his brain, and suddenly he’s at your other side, sinking his teeth into your shoulder in hopes of you getting noisier!!

they’re stuck to you like glue, their hands wandering and grasping at your skin. it starts off as a bit of a rivalry, seeing who can make you twitch and moan the most—until they get caught up in how hard you fucking make them!

dante will happily guide your hand to his cock, while vergil practically shoves and forces the other towards his own. their dicks are already shiny from their pre-cum, each stroke of your hands only sounding filthy and slick.

dante is the one who lifts your shirt up and exposes your chest, wasting no time in latching on to one of your nipples. vergil won’t ever admit it, but it sparks a bit of inspiration as he follows shortly after, taking the other into his mouth.

their tongues will swirl around the perked buds, switching between suckling and nibbling ever so slightly. it’s the first time in a quite a while that they simply co-exist, purring into your chest as the vibrations tickle your skin. the fluffy ears on their heads flick on occasion, the identical blue eyes of the twins trained on their beloved owner.

patience is a virtue; but not to them. sandwiching you between them, they’ll stick their hardened cocks inside of you, vergil grunting as dante damn well near mewls at how tightly you squeeze them.

they’ll fuck into your shared hole, dante making a few cheeky quips here and there as vergil immediately shuts him down, his frustration with his twin brother only prompting him to drill into you faster. their tails will brush against your legs, wrapping around as if it’ll bring you closer to them.

both move their hips with a relentless fervor, not once granting you a break as the three of you lose yourselves in a blissful hysteria. they’ll use you as their personal fleshlight, vergil forming slowly blooming love bites across your body as dante licks up any sweat, drool, or tears with a haughty grin.

it was almost humorous just how much control they had over you in that moment. and now that they realized it—you’d do well to provide them a litter. let them fill you up with their seed. let them fucking breed you. take their warm cum.

..that’s what a good owner does, after all<3

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a loak x twin sister reader were reader and loak are kids and are doing the most stupid things like pushing each other out of trees, wrestling, that kind of stuff then time jump to now and they are explaining what they used to do to aounung rotxo and tsiraya, and all three are like " Excuse me" then neteyam is like "you're surprised?" Just some funny stuff

(Neteyam is fine in this cause my heart) :(

A/N: I loved this request so much <3, I based the twins on Zack and Cody from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.

It's a twin thing: Lo'ak Sully

Your dad was sure that he was gonna be sent to an early grave from the amount of stress that you and your brother put him through. See you and Lo'ak were twins and identical ones at that and lived to be absolute menaces. You two would always fight and wrestle with each other and bicker with each other over the stupidest things and the older you got the more bolder and stupider you got. 

"So twin I was thinking..." Lo'ak said. 

"That's a dangerous thing." You said making Spider laugh at your comment. 

"You know we never had a rematch since the last fight that you won." He said as you rolled your eyes.

"We don't need to have one. I'm the strongest twin. For example." You said before you pushed him off the branch causing him to fall through the trees.

"Bro! Lo'ak are you okay?" Spider asked running down to go check on him. 

"I'm fine. Damn sis, you pushed me like a damn dude." He said groaning as you helped him. 

"Told you I was the strongest one." You said with a shrug. 

"Oh really?" He said as you two started wrestling each other as Spider moved out of the way knowing how rough you two can get during these. 

Neteyam had been tasked with going to hunt down the three of you, and as he was walking through the woods he could hear fighting and grunting making him reach for his knife just in case he wasn't you two idiots. He reached the clearing and saw you and Lo'ak on the ground fighting with each other while Spider leaned up against the tree with an amused look on his face. 

"Do I even wanna know?" He asked Spider. 

"No probably not. She pushed him out the tree and said she was stronger than him and then they got into another wrestling match as you can see." Spider said as Neteyam shook his head at you two. 

"Alright, that's enough, you two." Neteyam said pulling Lo'ak off of him. 

"Bro I was winning." Lo'ak complained as Neteyam helped you off the ground and brushed some of the dirt off of you.

"Only because I was letting you." You said getting ready to start the fight back up until Neteyam stopped you. 

"It's almost eclipse. We need to get home. Let's go you three." Neteyam said. 

While you were walking home, you and Lo'ak kept pushing and bumping into each other until he bumped you a little hard causing you to fall to the ground with a yelp as your twin laughed as your older brother rolled his eyes at you two.

"One word. Payback for earlier." He with a smirk as Spider and Neteyam helped you up. 

After Spider's kidnapping and the return of the Sky People, your family was forced to leave the forest and go safety somewhere else. While you were leaving, you felt your twin reach for your hand making you look up at him, which brought a small smile to your parent's faces at how you two could communicate without saying anything. 

After nearly weeks of traveling on their ikrans, your family had finally arrived in Awa'atlu, desperately seeking Uturu to get away from war. You guys were ultimately granted sanctuary with a warning from your dad directed at you and your twin to be on your best behavior and not up to your usual antics. 

"You miss him don't you?" Your twin asked coming to take a seat next to you as you feed your ilu.

"Yeah." You said quietly. 

"I miss him too. I feel guilty for not realizing he was missing until it was too late." He said as you reached for his hand. 

"He's gonna be okay, we'll find some way to get him back." You said squeezing his hand as you two continued feeding your ilu's. 

A few days later, the twins and Neteyam were sitting with Tsierya, Roxto, and Ao'nung talking about the forest and the twins were discussing some of their former antics with laughs while their three new friends looked at them in shock. 

"You pushed him out of a tree?" Tsierya asked shocked. 

"Yeah, I did. It was only fair for all the times he push me out of one." You said with a shrug.

"But you seem so nice. I can imagine you two doing something like that." Roxto said as Neteyam laughed.

"Surprised? Don't be. I'm sure that they are only like this because our dad told them not to do anything to get us kicked out." Neteyam said. 

"I would love to see you two fight." Ao'nung said. 

"Sorry fish man, our fights aren't for your entertainment." You said to him. 

"That was a good one sis, but she's right. We only fight each other for our own amusement and not for your entertainment." Lo'ak said glaring at him. 

You and your twin may be reckless and feed into each other's intrusive thoughts but at the end of the day, you two would always have each other back through thick and thin. 

[redcoralpot]

Smudged - Rodrick Heffley x FTM! Reader

Summary: Rodrick had been chasing after Heather for a year, now, even after ruining her birthday party. Chicks dig bad boys, right? However, one day, he stumbles upon a family member that even he didn't know she had, one that awakens a part of him that he didn't know existed.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3.3K

Notes: I had to fight Google Docs to finish this. AHHHHHHHHHH

-

The sun beat down on your arms, with rough concrete scratching your palms. Your ankles were dipped into the pool, a cool feeling enveloping them, and you used this to your advantage. A pink pool doughnut floated past, manipulated by the soft waves coming from other visitors, and you reached a foot out of the water with a splash! 

“What the hell!” Heather shrieked, attempting to paddle away from you. “Don’t get your toe-water on me, freak!”

“Like I care,” you snickered, raising your foot to do it again.

“You’re going to start caring when I dump your eyeliner in the toilet!”

A pout tugged on your lips, “Hey, now, that’s going a little far, don’t you think?”

“Like I care,” she sneered, rolling her eyes.

 The threat worked well enough, and you lowered your weapon, letting a hiss of air move a wisp out of your eyes. At least she wasn’t going to hide your pins inside the cookie jar… again. 

You spread a sheen of water across your biceps, attempting to quell the heat that built up from the minutes spent sitting on the edge. It only provided a sense of relief for a moment before a shadow loomed over your little spot, the temperature dropping with the rays missing. A groan built up in your throat; he was here.

Rodrick Heffley. The infamous man himself; the lead singer and drummer of the one band that ruined a girl’s birthday party for the sake of courting her, a serenade full of copyright instead of romance. That girl happened to be the most popular in the school, the one that every guy was tripping over himself over. The one who, rather unfortunately, happened to be your sister. 

Your neck twisted upwards, just to look at him, “What?”

“Didn’t know Heather had a brother,” he said, with a smug smile on his face.

“Huh.” You grinned, “I assumed you saw me at her party.”

The smile dropped, and was replaced with a sheepish look,  “Uh, yeah, I was busy.”

“That’s a gentle way to put it.”

He cleared his throat, struggling to not take the bait, “But, hey, what grade are you in? I’ve never seen you around.”

“Same grade, different schools. We’re twins.”

“Oh, damn, really? I couldn’t tell, you two don’t look the same, at all!”

You were used to getting that comment from older generations, who hadn’t been to school in the last half-a-century, but from a late teen? Health and biology should be fresh in everyone’s minds, they all took it two years ago. Though, who were you kidding, this was Rodrick you were talking about. He probably tricked his parents into doing all the homework for him, or worse, bullied his little brother into it. 

“Yeah, really. We’re fraternal twins, not identical.” You rolled your eyes.

There was no light bulb shining in his eyes, no signs that he even registered what you said, “Wait, what?”

“Two sperm, two eggs. Boom.”

“Still, it’s kinda sick that you two are complete,” he paused, “opposites.”

“Are you and Greg–”

“Me and that little nerd are not the same.”

“Then it’s the same concept.”

Rodrick kicked his sandals off before flopping on the edge beside you, cursing silently to himself when the rough ground scraped his hand. You gratefully took the chance to slide your own around your neck, cracking it out of its uncomfortable position. When you looked up again, he was watching you, his lips parted ever so slightly. He visibly swallowed, his Adam's apple betraying him.

“Where do’ya get your eyeliner from?”

“The pharmacy, duh. I won’t spend a lot on expensive eyeliner if I’m just going to smudge it in the end. By then, it all looks the same, why?”

“Just looking for some good brands to keep up my amazing makeup skills, that’s all.”

“So you don’t have to keep borrowing your mom’s?”

He squinted his eyes, peering at you, “How the hell do you know that?”

“Being Heather’s brother pays off sometimes; I hear all her calls.”

“She… talks about me?” You could hear the excitement, the hope growing in his voice. 

It took only a needle to pop it, “Yeah, shit-talks. She doesn't want you, man.”

“Nah, all chicks dig bad boys! They can’t act cool about it forever.”

“You’re more of a wannabe than a bad boy. Listen, if you’re hoping to get with Heather through me, you’re out of luck.”

He backed up, eyes wide, “Woah, woah, I never said that. It’d be a cool plus, sure, but I just wanted to talk to a cool dude.”

“Sure. Well, if you ever need some more eyeliner brands, I’m your man. Can’t promise that they won’t all be dumped in the toilet by tonight, though.”

“Why would they be–”

“Hey, newsflash,” A high voice called out from across the pool, doughnut in tow, “we promised to be back at home by five!”

“Oh, Heather, I have a show coming up; I could get you and the chicks some free tickets to it.” Rodrick hopped on one foot while struggling to get his sandals back on, that smirk creeping back onto his face.

You shook your head and decided to take your feet out of the pool, padding to your lounge chair. Drying them off on your towel, you roughhoused your socks and shoes on, worn to shreds after inspiration from Joey Ramone. Your father had been lucky enough to score tickets to one of his shows back in the late 80’s, and he recalls it as one of the best nights of his life. Not simply because he got to go to a concert, no, his buddy even had to convince him to go in the first place. It was one of his favorite recollections to tell to his two, and then three, children as they grew up.

Rodrick was promptly ignored by Heather as she walked over to you, and his eyes followed her as she dumped her float and bag into your arms. Only the tips of her hair were wet, and like you, had a dry pair of clothes on already. You had to wrestle with the weight until you had a clear view of the ground in front of your shoes.

After you passed the boy on your way to the exit, you called back, “Good luck with the show, Heffley!”

The walk back to the car was a short, but humid one; even from the distance you could see a slip of folded paper stuck in between your left windshield wiper, pale against the dark interior of the car. You managed to set your sister’s bag on the hood, and with light fingers, you plucked the note out of its hiding place, unfolding it.

“Looks like we had a visitor;” You couldn’t help but chuckle while reading it, “Löded Diper.”

Heather fumed, “Are you kidding me?”

“You don’t need to go, yeah?” You shrugged, ducking into the driver’s seat.

“It’s annoying!”

“I can’t exactly say it’s harmless after the party fiasco, but just know I’ll chase him off if he tries anything like that again.”

“Ugh.”

“Don’t worry about it.” 

You smiled, tucking the invitation deep into your pocket.

-

Dawdling with Heather’s time in the pool had earned you two missing sticks of makeup, and it was not hard to guess where they had gone the next time you took a piss. You forced yourself not to lash out at your sister, as surely that would make it worse, and just gritted your teeth as you flung the ruined containers into the trash. It truly made you wonder just how Rodrick had come to fall head over heels– literally, in some sense– for the girl. Hell, she treated him worse than you, from the things Holly had whispered to you at the dinner table.

The sun was just starting to set in the sky, light blue bleeding into orange as the pharmacy blocked the sun. You kicked a rock into the entrance, and the small clack caused the doors to slide open in front of you. It was a little late for the nightly rush; the very last of the families were finishing up their shopping, their kids squealing at the gum displayed by the cashier. He was a lean, stiff-looking guy, with sunken eyebags and a dim grin on his face. 

You whistled a tune under your breath, convincing him to turn to look at you, “You’re not paid enough for this, dude.”

“You think?” His smile dropped, and he rolled his eyes, “Why the hell are you here, anyway?”

“Holly isn’t sick, if that’s what you were thinking.”

“And?”

“But someone was sick enough to sabotage my makeup,” you said, flicking his silver name tag. Daniel.

Daniel slapped your hand away, gesturing to your bare eyes, “That part was obvious. Another guy with raccoon eyes slid in here only a few minutes earlier, looking for the same brand you always get, so I kind of assumed he was here to replenish your stash.”

“What? I’m here alone.”

“Really?” He came in close. “You’re sure you aren’t on a–”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You pushed his face back, your pointer finger squishing his nose.

A couple wandered up to the counter, baby in arms, snot running down its red chin. Their basket was full to the brim, and although Daniel’s winner grin instantly grew, you knew he just wanted to clock out. Snickering, you stuck your hands into your pockets, your wrists scratching against your studded belt as you disappeared into an aisle. The makeup section was located near the back of the pharmacy, filled with flickering lights and shelves full of a few select, cheap brands or clumps of dust. Typically, the only customers that wandered that far back were pre-teens or cigarette mothers; the kind of people who don’t give a shit about what they’re buying as long as it’s cheap.

However, as you sauntered over to the first row of shelves, a head full of brown, lazily styled hair greeted you instead. Not the odor of burnt tobacco, though it still stuck to the white walls in yellowish-gray globs, but the scent of the cheap cologne that followed you around the pool. Rodrick was hanging over quite a specific section, chewing his bottom lip. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, as you looked on behind him in amusement. 

Leaning against the wall, you chuckled, “Took my advice, huh, Heffley?”

Rodrick jumped, and hissed under his breath. His posture shot up, his head turning to look at you; a pathetic attempt at saving face, really. No words were said for a long minute, only interrupted by the gargling screeches of a baby. What had Daniel done?

“I thought drug stores selling makeup was a lie, so I had to fact check!” He said, 

holding up his hands.

“You think I’d lie to you?”

“Hey, my mom taught me stranger danger.”

“Since when do you listen to your mom?” You reached past him, snatching up a container, “You obviously have no idea what to look for.”

Rodrick shuffled out of your way, and huffed at your comment. “I totally do!”

“Okay, then, pencil, felt, or liquid? Which do you prefer?”

“I think felt’s the best.”

At that confident response, you stepped closer, getting in his face. He didn’t have too much makeup on, actually; just messily applied eyeliner and a too-light eyebrow pencil. A light pink dusted his cheeks, now that you were able to get a good look at them– his eyes widened, preventing you from doing the same for his eyes. You bit your cheek, your own eyebrows furrowing.

“Relax, dude, I’m trying to look,” you snapped, and used his chin to force him to face upwards.

Even as his shoulders relaxed and his eyelids drooped, he mumbled, “You’re taller than I remember.”

You released his face. Without someone to lean on, Rodrick stumbled, his breathing heavy, despite him never doing anything but laze around. Stepping back, you gave him a knowing grin, pleased at your find. He didn’t seem to process it, lifting a hand to feel up his own jaw. It clicked shut with a snap.

“Liar, you’re wearing pencil eyeliner,” you snickered.

“How the hell could you tell?”

You reached for another container, “Unless you have shit coordination, it’s less precise than liquid is. Creamier, too.”

“That’s sick, man.”

Tapping the pencil into his hand, you kicked his foot, urging him to take it, “I recommend this brand if you’re a fan of that. It’s cheap, so you can stop using up all of your mom’s.”

“Ow!”

He pulled his foot up with one, gripping the eyeliner with the other. Hopping back, he seemed like a really pissed, wounded puppy as he glared at your boots, “Why’d you kick me with those monsters?”

“Monsters? These are Doc Martens, ‘1460’. How do you expect to impress Heather if you can’t even handle a tap to the heel?”

“Excuse me, I let it get run over by a car for her! Barely reacted.”

“So I heard.” You shook your head.

A voice shouted from the intercom, “Are you two done back there? The store’s closing in five, you’re the only ones left, and I’ll lock you in here if you make me work a minute overtime!”

The two of you rushed to the front, pushing and shoving each other into the aisles in order to get to the counter first. Rodrick, out of shape, lost after he landed back-first into packages of gauze. Daniel, the man himself, was even more unimpressed at the scene than he sounded over the intercom, and looked in back and forth between you. He cracked his knuckles, getting to work on scanning the two tiny pencils; he did not even bother to put them in a plastic bag. He scratched his chin, squinting at the screen.

“That’ll be $2.48.”

You pulled out a five dollar bill out of your wallet, “I’ll pay.”

“Shit, I’m okay with that.” Rodrick shrugged.

Daniel stared him down as he snatched the bill out of your hand, “Aren’t you Rodrick Heffley? Greg’s older brother?”

“Duh, the one and only!” Rodrick said, and Daniel turned to you.

“Since when were you buddy-buddy with him? Heather hates his guts.”

“We aren’t buddy-buddy,” you scoffed, and an affronted noise came from beside you. “I only officially met him yesterday, when he was harassing her again. Pretty sure he only talked to me to find out more about Heather.”

The register finished its business with a ding. The cashier handed you your change, taking the opportunity to slide his uniform vest off of his body. You pocketed it along with your stick of eyeliner, almost throwing Rodrick’s at him. Meanwhile, Daniel had disappeared behind a door locked to customers, a clear message to get out of the store while he still allowed it. Your shoes hit the tiled floor with heavy thumps; Rodrick’s steps were silent compared to yours. Your own footsteps quieted as soon as you exited the store, muted by the asphalt ground of the parking lot. 

Rodrick had pulled in with his van, clearly not the smartest move if he had wanted to be inconspicuous. It had a cheap, white paint job that was stained with words spray painted in black, uncentered and tilted. Your car, on the other hand, was a tiny thing that belonged to your mother, who would absolutely murder you if you even got a dent in it from a passing stick. The sun had long dipped under the horizon, causing the deep red color to read as crimson. However, before you could get in, one hand on the door, Rodrick called out to you.

“Thanks for… stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “That’s the first time I think anybody has ever witnessed you say thanks.”

You slammed your car door shut with you inside, watching Rodrick scramble for safety inside his van. The car’s windshield was dark with the fresh evening sky, and you could finally relax in privacy. Turning the key to start the engine, you then flicked on the radio, one arm occupied by resting near the window. An unfamiliar tune, a new release, started playing, as you backed out of your spot; speeding off. If someone asked you about it later, you would have sworn that you saw the boy staring at your fleeting vehicle. 

Truth be told, your family lived in a rich neighborhood that was too well put together for something so close to a highway. Your house wasn’t the biggest in the residency, but it was decent enough to see the golden lights shining through the treetops. Living near a long line of stores was an advantage, you supposed, if a zombie apocalypse happened; but that wouldn’t. At least while you were still alive or young enough to fight some off. Otherwise, it was noisy, and you had to drown out the sounds of motorcycles, cars, and fights breaking out to focus on anything after school.

Your driveway was smooth; any rocks had been smoothed out by the machines rolling over them daily. A few flower bushes lined it– your mother had been insistent about it– and their thorns occasionally caught on your pants when you walked past. Everyone seemed to still be awake as you slipped through the door, keys jingling, since Holly jumped down the stairs to greet you.

She whispered, “Where’d you go?”

“The pharmacy, why are we whispering?” You grinned, matching her energy.

“I didn’t know if mom and dad knew,” she responded, louder, “You got grounded for a month last time you snuck out.”

“Okay, okay, shh, back to whispering.”

You climbed up the stairs, not bothering to let Heather know you had returned. Her voice carried throughout the walls, as she was complaining on call about projects, about boys, about Rodrick. Every time she talked with her friends, she complained about the ‘tough guy’ who deluded himself into thinking she was secretly into him, every time he acted up. All the girls seemed to have formed a hate club for the drummer, and if Holly had anything to say about it, it was that some of the teachers joined it as well.

As soon as you shut your bedroom door, you bent down to untie your Doc’s purple ties, tugging the boots off and throwing them in your closet. You slipped your pants off, then your boxers, leaving only your secondary underwear to hold your pad inside. Before you could throw both garments in your hamper, you paused, feeling a crinkle underneath your hand. You reached down into the pocket, pulling out a wrinkled, ripped piece of paper. Thoughtfully, you smoothed it out, pinning it on your cork board as you tossed your clothes into the pile.

Two free tickets to their upcoming show, meant for Heather. It would take a lot in order to drag Daniel to the event with you, as a plus one, but you were sure you were capable. As you settled into bed, you thought back to all the things your twin had said about the band, and the party. That celebration had been the only time you had heard their music, and it wasn’t even their song, more so a cover.

You gently placed the pencil on your bedside, only able to see the outline of it in the moonlight. If he was only being nice to you for Heather’s approval, why had he taken your advice? That mystery should bother you, should keep you up, like it did last night. But truly?

You could not find it in yourself to care.

-

[uchihaharlot]

How would Shisui react if his wife gave birth to triplets instead of just one?

Oh nonny,

I’m sorry this took so long. What a cute idea 😩🥹❤️

I see you’ve chosen choas this particular morning lol and I too often wake up on the side of lunacy. I think if any one particular Uchiha was destined to have triplets—it would unfortunately be Shisui. I can’t even imagine Itachi with twins, he is patient but lacks the energy for it. And Sasuke…well. We’ve seen how he was with just one. (Don’t hate me I love Sasuke 😩🥹 He was my original Uchiha boo, but damn was he an absent father for so long..)

Mostly sfw, a few lot of suggestive and descriptive—maybe more than just suggestive ideas here and there. This also got waaaayyyy more detailed than I intended but, I’ll take it 😍❤️

Well let’s see here, Shisui is a man of many qualities. Exceptional talent, generous lover and his undying loyalty to the village and its people. He’s an amazing man all around. Did I say generous lover already? The baby making sex was hot, ok? Like really hot being folded up like a pretzel as he rutted into you with such passion…

But for fucks sake when the sonogram showed not just one, not two but it three of his fucking tadpoles bouncing around inside his wife’s poor womb. He’s definitely going to, and very silently, go through the stages of grief. Just momentarily. He is elated of course, no doubt. This is what they’ve wanted!! It also didn’t take as long to fall pregnant but the surprise of three of his Uchiha little spawns is a bit, well, too much for even him.

This escalated even further than he could have imagined. The pregnancy phase is probably his favorite, doting on his wife as she grows their cute little babies 😩🥹 spoiling her rotten with foot rubs and such. Taking advantage of her not being able to get up at some point and just eating her soft pussy as she giggles and then moans. Those sort of things he’s going to take full advantage of before these little hell raisers are bestowed upon them.

They are blessings no doubt, I don’t see Shisui as an overtly religious man. But I mean, he was gifted with Kotoamatsukami. The man thanks the Gods damn near every day for you, his family name and these sweet little angels you made.

There is no way around it, they’re born via cesarean section. As much as his wife wanted to have a natural birth, the babies have Shisui’s head and yea. Which also comes with mops of curls. And despite Shisui having seen and been drenched in the blood of his enemies. Seeing his wife split open, and not in a good way, almost makes him falter. But he perseveres through this for her, with her. She’s so out of it too, says the cutest things while under the knife and on a copious amount of drugs.

All babies are of course healthy. Two boys and one girl. Which is great, she will have mini protective brothers from the start! Funnily enough, the first out the center cavity was the little girl. 😩😍 So she’s automatically the queen between the three siblings. They all almost look alike. The boys are identical twins and the girl was her own embryo. The doctor had joked it was most likely she absorbed her twin; but they won’t mention that. Ever.

Yeah so, this is a lot. The five days in hospital are some of the most intense and painful days for his wife. They eventually go home and it’s not entirely easy for them. Triplets is a lot of work. Feedings, diapers. Not a single one of them are on the same schedule for the first few weeks. And while Shisui is hardened by battle; three babies waking up hours apart at night does wear out a man. His wife is the same; and she is recovering.

Let’s say we’re a few years into it now. 😮‍💨 These toddlers are some of the most high octane in the world. Shisui often considers what he’s done to deserve such blatantly bad children at times. Though he’s being mostly dramatic, they’re pretty well behaved…except when they’re with him. Shisui of course is the kind of father to be a child with his own. Having been robbed of his, this is the perfect excuse to be a little bad himself. And he sees so much of him and his wife in these beautiful little people.

If he prompts his wife for another baby. She’s gonna laugh and ask how many since it’s clear they’re not having just one at a time, but full litters. Luckily. The last baby, is a singular baby. The finale.

[olympeline]

FrUK FACE family Parent Trap AU, part 9! Part 1

Last time: shock! Horror! Alfred, and by extension the whole scheme, just got rumbled! By Uncle Gil of all people! Who could have seen it coming? Not Alfred. But then he hasn’t known Gilbert long. Under that nutty exterior tick-tick-ticks a surprisingly sharp mind. Gilbert had been suspicious almost from the start. He didn’t say anything because that’s not his way. But now things have gone on long enough that even Gilbert has to step in. If for no other reason than he needs some news of Mattie.

So, under threat of an immediate call to Francis, Alfred is forced to confess all. They sit down over delicious and nutritious frosting sandwiches and Alfred tearfully confessses all that’s gone down since the twins were reunited. Everything from their chance meeting to their time living the other’s identity. Gilbert doesn’t let him off the hook, prodding for details and making Al show him his phone so he can confirm what’s been said. Alfred burns with embarrassment when Gilbert scans some of his early descriptions of him (the words “freaky” “weird” and “totally batshit” may or may not have been used) but Gil doesn’t comment. The let up in the grilling (gilling?) is when Gilbert sees a picture of Arthur in his conservative dad clothes.

“HA!! Mein gott, that’s precious! Old punkass, slutbag Kirkland turned into a right old tory, huh kid?”

“What’s a tory?”

“Ask your dad. He dresses like one of their rentboys.”

“What’s a rentboy?”

Gilbert changed the subject after that. To what the two of them intented to do now. How long were they planning to keep this up? What were they hoping to achieve? Alfred just shrugs helplessly. They weren’t really hoping anything. He tells Gilbert they just wanted to get to know the other half of their family. Finding the missing piece that’s always been there for both of them. Gilbert listens, takes another look at Alfred’s phone, then gives it back. Alfred sees it’s open on a selfie of Mattie and Arthur. Matthew has an Alfred-style big, sunny beam. Even after playing his brother for weeks, Mattie isn’t a good enough actor to fake it to such an extent. Gilbert knows him well enough to see that.

Alfred haltingly asks what Gilbert’s going to do now. Gilbert is quiet for a long time. Then he shakes his head, grins, and ruffles Alfred’s hair.

“I’m no snitch, kaulquappe, and I always thought what your dads did was moronic. I can’t imagine doing nothing after finding out what you did. Hell, if it were me and Lud I would have done the same. So don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Really?!” Alfred’s heart leaps and so he does too. Right off the couch. “YAHOO! Thanks, Uncle Gil! I-”

The rest is cut off when Gilbert stuffs a sandwich in his mouth.

“Cool your jets, yanketito. I wasn’t done! Remember I told you about my lil bro’s wedding?”

Alfred nods through a mouthful of frosting.

“Mmhm.”

“Gut. Obviously I’m going down to liberty land to be his best man. Ha! As if he’d dare choose anyone else! I’ll put Honda over my damn knee and spank him with his own bodypillow if he even thinks of muscling in on my territory!”

Alfred has no idea who this Honda is but pities him anyway. He nods as that seems the safest option.

“Mmhm.”

“So! I’ll be going down to NYC. And you’ll be coming with me.”

Gilbert gives him that rust-coloured stare again and Alfred, for one of the few times in his life, knows it would be futile to argue. Uncle Gil is like a force of demented nature.

“Like I said, I won’t snitch but this can’t go on forever. So enjoy your time up here, kid. It just got a curtain call, ja?”

Alfred swallows the sandwich and nods. What else can he do? Gilbert holds all the cards and they both know it.

“…Ja.”

“YEAH! Good choice! Now, call Mattie. Tell him to get his maple-print panties in a bunch because Uncle Gil knows and Uncle Gil wants to talk.”

(Have a small update! I’ve been very busy lately and I will be for a while so I can’t promise when there’ll be more. Just when I can snatch a few minutes. Until then, please enjoy and stay tuned for part 10! (´ε｀ )♡)

[petitelepus]

Starscream reader part 2! But it’s Muichiro early birthday gift special!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WONDER TWINS!

A/N: Tanjiro Kamado, Yuichiro Tokito, Muichiro Tokito, Kie Kamado, Fem!Reader, Techo-Organic Reader, Modern!AU

WARNING: KAREN

You had been living with Tanjiro Kamado and his family for a good month already and life was surprisingly good in there. While it did take a moment, you started to slowly heal and finally trust again thanks to the young boy and his lovely nurturing family.

As long as you stayed with them, you had a roof over your head and all the bread you could eat. The least you could do was to help around the bakery.

In the beginning, you were an absolute nightmare in the kitchen and… You still were, but at least you could handle the register very well and knew what kind of bread to recommend to customers since you ate the said delicious treats daily.

You were just done serving a customer with Tanjiro, who smiled at you, "I'm going to check how the cake is doing! Can you watch the register while I'm in the kitchen?"

"Of course, leave it to mighty me!" You nodded proudly and the young man smiled happily, "Thank you!" and just like that, he was gone.

You hummed as you watched after him, but that was when the bell by the door chimed, letting you know that you had a new customer.

"Welcome!" You chirped happily like a little bird as you turned to address the new customer, no, customers!

"Ah, there's someone new here?"

You blinked as you watched these two identical boys, brothers most likely step into the bakery. The only way you could tell them apart was that one was wearing a blue shirt and the other one was wearing a black one.

You smiled and were about to greet them when the one in a black shirt snorted, "Cosplaying in broad daylight? How bold."

You blinked as you registered his words and that smile of yours turned forced. You had been spending enough time on Earth to know what cosplaying was and while it might have been a compliment, these boys made it sound almost like an insult!

"Excuse-!" You were saying when the boys looked past you and smiled, "Tanjiro!"

"Muichiro and Yuichiro!" Tanjiro appeared from the backroom and smiled happily as he made his way to the twins. You watched the young men talk and share smiles with each other and you realized that they must have been Tanjiro's good friends.

"Oh, Muichiro and Yuichiro, this is my new friend and our part-time worker!" The young man smiled as he introduced you to the twins, "She actually comes from another planet!"

"Is that what she has been telling you?" Muichiro asked and Yuichiro smiled, "Is that what she believes in?"

"You little pieces-!" Your smile tightened and you bit your lip so you wouldn't lose your cool. Tanjiro laughed, "No no, she actually does! Look, her wings are the real deal and she can actually fly! I've seen it myself!"

"Yes, I'm the offspring of a mighty race from outer space!" You nodded, chin high up in pride, "There isn't another one like me on this miserable little planet!"

"We believe you." The twins nodded with those damn grins and you felt like you were being made fun of again!

"Your birthday cake should be done any time soon! I'm going to go and see!" Tanjiro smiled as he stepped around the counter and went to the backroom where the kitchen was.

As soon as he was gone, you and the twins were left alone and you turned to look at them, "So it's your birthday, huh?"

"Yes," They both nodded and shot right back at you, "So you can connect spots like that? Pretty impressive."

"Congratulations…! Though…" You smirked, "I didn't know seaweed could grow on knuckleheads also."

"I see nasty bitches come in every size and shape." Yuichiro shot back at you and Muichiro backed up his big brother, "But we knew that already."

"Cheeky little smartasses, huh?" You could almost feel a vein popping on your temple…!

Suddenly the door chimed and a woman stepped into the bakery.

"Ah, welc-!" You turned to greet the woman, but she cut you off, "Yeah yeah, where is the owner!?"

You blinked. Miss Kamado was currently baking the birthday cake in the kitchen, but you got a bad feeling from this woman so you just smiled politely, "Miss Kamado isn't available right now, but I'm here. What is it that you desire?"

"I want to complain!" The woman reached for her shoulder bag and slammed a plastic wrapper on the table before you, "This bread was dry as a desert and it obviously had nuts in it!"

"Oh, and-!"

"I could have died!" The woman shouted as she glared at you, "I demand compensation for all the suffering I've been exposed to!"

You frowned, "I'm sorry Ma'am, of course, but all our breads clearly state what's in them. May I see your receipt-?"

"And I'm telling you idiot that there were nuts in this!"

Okay, this lady was clearly a Karen that you had heard about. You frowned, not really sure how to handle this. If Karen kept shouting like she was doing she would finally alert Tanjiro and his mother and those pure loving people wouldn't be able to handle a Karen! She would eat them alive, so you were on your own!

…Or so you thought.

"Ma'am…" Muichiro grabbed the plastic wrapper and looked at it, "This isn't this bakery's product."

"W- wha-!?" The Karen stuttered angrily, "What, are you calling me a liar!?"

"Well…" The younger twin shrugged and his older brother grabbed the wrapper," This is clearly a supermarket bread. And it states with big letters that there might be traces of nuts in it."

"Can't you read?"

"I-!" The Karen scowled, "How should I have noticed that!?"

"Usually when you're allergic to something, the first thing you do is check the list of the ingredients." Muichiro hummed and his brother snorted, "Are you even allergic to nuts?"

"I could have been!" Karen shouted and Muichiro rolled his eyes, "So you're basically crying wolf?"

"W- What-!?"

"Oh, sorry, let us make it simple so even you lady can understand," Yuichiro smirked, "It means you are exaggerating over nothing."

"I-!" Karen turned to look at you, "Are you going to let your employees talk to me like that!?"

"Ma'am, they are paying customers." You shrugged but you couldn't help but smile smugly, "Unlike you."

"We certainly see some nut in here and it's not in the bread." The twins chuckled and the Karen turned red as a beet as she was humiliated.

"That's it! I'm leaving and never coming back here!" She screamed, quickly turning to leave the bakery.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" You called after her and smiled, "Have a nice life!"

"Bite me!" She snapped and just like that, she was gone. You and the twins glanced at each other and the three of you couldn't help but laugh a little. That's when Tanjiro entered the room.

"I'm sorry, we were whipping cream so we couldn't hear anything!" The young man smiled as he looked around, looking confused to see only you and his friends there, "Did someone shout in here?"

"No one important." You and the twins said exactly the same time and Tanjiro smiled, "I'm happy to see you three get along! Cake should be done soon so please make yourselves comfortable and I'll call you when it's done!"

"Thank you, Tanjiro!" The boys smiled and you nodded as the Kamado returned to the backroom. Once he was gone again, you turned to look at the twins and nodded at them, "Thanks…"

"No worries," Muichiro nodded and so did Yuichiro, "You looked like a fish out of water."

"Yeah… One would think I'm used to shouting idiots and tyrants…" You sighed as you crossed your arms, "Living here has made me soft."

"That's the Kamado effect," The twins smiled, "So don't worry, you aren't the only one."

Speaking of Kamado, when you talk about them one appears!

"Cake is done!" Tanjiro cheered, "Come and get some!"

"Coming!" The twins called as they stepped around the counter and moved to enter the private section of the bakery.

You smiled a little as you watched them go, "Hey?"

"Hm?"

"I know we didn't start with a right foot." You looked away a little stubbornly, "So… Sorry about earlier, and happy birthday to you two."

"Thanks," They both nodded with small smiles as they entered the backroom and you hummed as you returned to the register… Then Tanjiro popped up with a huge smile, "Yuichiro and Muichiro asked if you would like to join us?"

"W-?" You blinked, stunned by the offer, "Really?"

"Yes!" The young man smiled so happily and you found yourself unable to say no to him, "Tch, okay, but I'm not singing any birthday songs…"

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

The scrambler: carnival series pt 2

The conductor waived a farewell at the paramedics as they loaded the now older fat Jake into the back of the ambulance. He hoped that more people would come. He loved swapping their bodies like this. It wasn’t long before two football jocks half naked were walking in front of his setup making fun of the other. Quinn and Derek. The conductor was immediately grinning as he set his eyes on the pair of identical twins. How could this not be more fun. “Yeah well at least I’m taking steroids you dumb oaf!” Derek jokingly said to his brother. “Oh you’re just jealous at my gains bro! Admit it!” Quinn replied.

“My dear men! Would you like to have s go on the scrambler ! It’s one of the best carnivals rides we have here !” The two men punched each other in the arm and laughed stupidly and walked to the conductor. “Sure what kind of ride is it”. The conductor showed the men to the machine where they were quickly seated and strapped in. Quinn looked s true conductor and said “this better not be some stupid ride bro. It looks old as hell!” The conductor smiled. “I’m sure you going to enjoy this more than any other ride in the park!” The conductor walked over to the control panel and hit start.

The machine came to life and soon both of the men were spinning faster and faster until it looked like one single person in the machine. “Dude this is gonna make me sick!” Derek shouted and Quinn yelled back in agreement. When the machine came to a stop both of the men had their eyes shut until the world stopped spinning.

“Dude that was awesome let’s go again!” The conductor grinned. “Sorry lads. No can do. Only one ride per customer”. Both of the men said awe damn at the same time. Not even knowing what had happened.

Quinn and Derek walked away from the machine. Quinn burped and tasted onions which was weird because he didn’t eat onions earlier. Derek was walking and felt like his stance was off but he decided it had to be the ride that messed up his equilibrium.

Both men weren’t feeling too great after the ride and walked out of the fair and headed to their dorm room for the evening.

When the two got to their dorm room they both crashed on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning Derek woke up with an intense hunger wasn’t used to. He jumped out of bed and starts to eat everything he could while Quinn lay on his bed and rubbed his eyes. Derek didn’t even notice that he was doing the same think that Quinn did every morning. Rummaging the kitchen and looking for food. He’f bene like that ever since he started using the roids. After Derek finished eating he went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror he noticed some dark spots on his shoulders that weren’t there before. They looked like dark red acne spots that Quinn had on his back. Looking closer he noticed how his jaw was slightly different than he remembered. His heart began to race as terror of realization hit him. “Hey Quinn! Get in here !” Quinn could be stifling to the door. “I’m not into that gay stuff bro. What do you want !” Derek turned around. “Bro. I think something is wrong. Look!” He pointed to his shoulders and jaw. And realized that Quinn was slightly shorter than him. Quinn wasn’t paying attention to him and Derek shoved him in front of the mirror. “Bro look!” Quinn took a double take. Sure the body he was looking at looked just like him. But he seen the differences. Twins can always tell.

Both of the men were sitting on their bed panicking. They checked their phones in their pockets from the night before and Derek and Quinn both had each others phones. They had confirmed it. Somehow they had swapped bodies. Derek couldn’t stop eating from the roids that were pulsing through his body now and Quinn was trying to figure out what to do. They got dressed to head to fair to confront the conductor. Derek was stumbling as he walked now realizing his stance was off from a shoe size 2 sizes bigger than his 14s he was used to.

The problem was when they arrived at the fair. The machine and the conductor was no where to be seen.

[lilac-hecox]

Hello! I love your twin au! I was wondering if I could get some Daniel/Ian with some pining Anthony/one sided Ianthony on the side? The ending is all up to you!

Ian/Daniel + (one sided Ian/Anthony) - Twins

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Anthony wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t. Anyone on Earth would be weirded out by the fact that their identical twin brother was suddenly dating their best friend. The best friend Anthony has had for years and grew up alongside Anthony and his identical twin Daniel. The best friend that previously spent all his time with Anthony and now spent the majority of the time with Daniel, leaving Anthony feeling like a footnote in his own life. Ian was his best friend. He wasn’t jealous. He was bothered. He missed his best friend. But he wasn’t jealous.

Anthony wakes up late one Saturday afternoon and pads sleepily out into the living room, intent on heading into the kitchen and making himself a bowl of cereal. Instead, he finds Ian and Daniel sitting together on the couch, Daniel’s hand open along Ian’s jaw, the two of them kissing like the world was about to end.

“Come on!” Anthony says, his voice raised, “I just got up.”

The two of them jerk apart, and Ian blinks wide blue eyes at Anthony. His eyes look darker, hazier, and something about them makes Anthony want to shiver. He’s got a flush over his cheeks, pink and stupid.

Daniel turns to look at Anthony, an eyebrow raised and his lips red and shiny.

“Good morning to you too,” he says coolly.

“Can you two please stop acting like animals for, like, two seconds?” Anthony asks, “I lost my damn appetite now.”

Ian clears his throat, “I, uh, actually did come over to hang out with you. You were sleeping so- “

“So, you decided to make out with Daniel in the meantime,” Anthony says, a little bitterly. He crosses his arms across his chest. He’s being childish, he knows, but he can’t stop. What the hell did Ian see in Daniel anyway? Daniel was pretentious. He liked to read, acted like he was too good to watch Pokémon with Ian and Anthony or play Halo or Call of Duty like they used to. He listened to weird music; he wasn’t funny at all. Anthony couldn’t see why Ian liked him as a friend, let alone anything more than that.

When Anthony had first started noticing Daniel flirting with Ian, he hadn’t been worried. Ian was as straight as they come, plus, Ian would never date someone who looked exactly like his best friend. Surely, it would be too weird for him to kiss someone that looked identical to Anthony.

Apparently, he was wrong.

“Stop being a jealous bitch,” Daniel says, rolling his eyes. “Ian really did come to see you. Is it my fault if I capitalize on how lazy you are?”

Daniel furthers his point by linking his and Ian’s hands together, intertwining their fingers.

Anthony sighs, “Whatever. I’ll be in my room.”

He’s aware he’s acting petty, but Anthony can’t help but slam the door shut behind him. Thank God he and Daniel had separate bedrooms. Anthony needed space away from his twin. People always asked him if he and Daniel were best friends, or they assumed that it would be that way, but most of the time Anthony was desperate for space from his twin brother. They used to be close when they were younger. Anthony, painfully shy, and Daniel, more outgoing, it was easy to follow Daniel’s lead and feel confident that someone always had Anthony’s back.

Somewhere around middle school, their dynamic began to change. Daniel started liking new stuff, started making a lot of friends. He asked their mom if she could request that their middle school put them in separate sixth grade classes because Daniel ‘wanted a chance to grow outside of always being with Anthony’. At first, Anthony was hurt, but it was for the best in the long run because being in that other sixth grade class meant that Anthony got to meet Ian, his best friend.

Except now Daniel was trying to take him too.

There’s a knock on the door and Anthony huffs.

One second, two, then a quiet, “Anthony?”

“Yeah, you can come in, Ian.”

The door opens and Ian is there, looking sheepishly at the carpeted floor of Anthony’s bedroom. Ian shuts the door behind him which thank God means that he and Daniel have stopped sucking face long enough for Ian to come talk to him.

“Look,” Ian says, “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like seeing me with him and-“

“I don’t care what you do,” Anthony says, turning away from Ian and to his computer. He turns on the monitor, intent on fucking around the Smosh website and ignoring Ian.

Ian sighs from behind him and Anthony hears him pad over to the bed.

“You sure? You really looked like you cared out there.”

Anthony rolls his eyes and spins in his chair, so he is facing Ian.

“Fine, I do care. It’s weird, Ian! It’s weird because he looks just like me! He’s, my brother! He’s a guy! You barely ever want to hang out with me anymore, you would rather spend all your time with my dumb ass brother and you’re my best friend, and I met you first! I’m the whole reason Daniel even knows who you are!”

Anthony spills his guts, all the thoughts he has been keeping pent up, he lets them go on Ian.

Ian blinks, his mouth frowns. Ian shrugs, “I don’t know what to say.”

“Why do you even like him?”

Ian’s eyes show traces of hurt and Anthony ignores that, ignores how it hurts him in exchange.

“I don’t know! He’s smart, and he’s cool, he knows all this shit I’ve never heard of. He makes me laugh...he makes me happy…” Ian says weakly.

Anthony feels like he’s going to throw up, but he can’t (or won’t) pinpoint exactly why.

“Of all the guys to go homo for, you pick my brother…”

Ian is quiet, he smooths out Anthony’s bedspread under him with his palms.

“I’m sorry,” Ian says, and he sounds like he means it.

Guilt pangs through Anthony. God damn, Ian. God damn him and his stupid blue eyes, and his idiotic sad face, and the way that Daniel makes him fucking happy.

Anthony sighs, “I just…guess I’ll have to get used to it or…whatever…” he says weakly.

Ian eyes him like he’s not quite sure how to take that.

“Can you make, like, more of an effort to still hang out with me too or whatever?” Anthony asks, his face flushing at how he’s asking for more time with Ian, scared that it’s the one thing Ian won’t be able to give him.

Ian though, he smiles, and he nods.

“Yeah, man. I have to go and do my daily conditioning run, but I wanted to know if you wanted to walk to the park later and hang out? Fuck around, you know?”

“Just you and me?” Anthony asks hesitantly.

“Yeah, dude,” Ian says with his crooked little smile.

Anthony nods, “Sounds good. Have fun at your run or whatever, don’t get hit by a car.”

Ian laughs, he stands and nods at Anthony, “See you in a bit, dude.”

Anthony nods back, watching Ian go. “See you.”

He ignores how he knows that Ian is going to say goodbye to Daniel before he leaves, that he’ll probably lean up and kiss him, that Daniel will wrap his hands that look just like Anthony’s, around Ian’s waist and kiss him like he needs Ian to breathe.

Maybe he and Daniel really are the same.

Then, Ian is gone, and Daniel is in Anthony’s doorway.

“Get lost,” Anthony mumbles.

“Hey, don’t get pissy at me because you’re jealous.”

Anthony flushes. “I’m not jealous. I’ve had a girlfriend before you did, and my first kiss.”

Daniel rolls his eyes, the same dark brown as Anthony’s. He hates it. It’s like looking in the mirror and hating his reflection.

“I’m talking about you being jealous because it is Ian.”

Anthony feels his cheeks go pink.

“I just don’t like seeing you make out with my best friend.”

Daniel leans against the doorframe. They are nearly identical, but Daniel has hit a minor growth spurt and he’s gained about one inch in height over Anthony. Anthony hates that too.

“And is that because you wish it was you, he was making out with?”

 Anthony flushes and crinkles his nose, “Stop,” he says flatly. He doesn’t even want Daniel to broach this topic, “get the hell out of my room.”

“I’m serious. Don’t be fucking jealous because you didn’t have the balls to make a move like I did,” Daniel says, his voice firm, hurtful in the way that only a sibling can be.

Anthony remembers reading something, some stupid thing online that talked about how a sibling knows you better than anyone and because of that, they can hurt you more than anyone else on this planet. He feels that in this moment. He can practically feel the knife leave Daniel’s hand and enter Anthony’s back.

“Shut the fuck up,” Anthony says, louder, standing from his chair.

Daniel watches him with dark eyes, a firm line across his mouth.

“I like Ian, a lot. He likes me. I’m not going to stop seeing him because you fucked up and missed your chance.”

“Get the fuck out, I said!” Anthony shouts at his twin.

Daniel, he relents. He takes a step back, far enough for Anthony to be able to slam the door in his face. He knows the conversation is only over for now. He knows he can’t avoid Daniel when they share a house, a school, when they both have an unhealthy attachment to the same dumb ass, blue-eyed, brown-haired boy.

Anthony goes to his bed and flops down on to the mattress, ignoring the pain in his heart and the hunger in his stomach. He presses his face into his bed, and distantly, like an echo, he can still smell Ian there.

[senkamikakushi]

I've seen jokes about haku looking like a young howl and while I found them pretty funny, I didn't really get it. finally decided to search up young howl again and well. damn. 😭 definitely not identical twins, but similar enough for it to be noticeable. and kinda funny. (it's the hair, yeah. the hair is doing all the heavy lifting)

i do adore the contrast, though. howl's rounded, wide blue eyes and haku's sharp green dragon-like ones. there's a certain softness to howl's face that haku seems to have less of. their opposite styles of dress and color, howl associated with pink and western aesthetic while haku dons traditional japanese attire in blue ...

they're honestly so different, but I can't help but imagine them as begrudging brothers in my head. or at least something like that.

[wuzhere75]

More goofy idiots; high school musical edition. Also yeah I probably just could have gotten away with Kinkajou (also yes both her and Qibil’s names are misspelled AF in the image I’m not fixing it right now) plus the actual protags but I need to practice for Arc 3 which aparently has like several dozen pseudo-protagonists, which I’m probably going to do in a slightly different style because I like the idea of trying sketchy line art with the procreate brush pen.

Okay now time for the actual headcanons

-I originally was going to give Moon a way different design (her horns where going to be long and curved like ibex horns/crescent moons but I couldn’t get that to work in the sketch; she was going to have a split color design, like one side of her body was going to be light and the other dark like a half moon), but then my brain went “albino=white/pink with red eyes, that’s moon-y because the moon looks white from earth sometimes and blood moons are a thing so red”. I do like the sketch I came up with. I still think I could have gone harder with the wrinkly skin and underbite, since I imagine it those are details frequently found on Nightwings from the volcano.

-I think Moon being a twist villain, or at least an untrustworthy character, would be kind of interesting. Like if she had been the final POV character instead and she’d been kind of this ambiguous, somewhat suspicious guide to the Darkstalker stuff.

-The entire modern Icewing royal family is considered somewhat strange looking by that tribes standards; unusually short horns, typically no fur, and oddly dark and saturated colors. I’m not from a place that gets snowy, white winters that often. More “everything dies back and it gets muddy, foggy, and frosty”, thus Winter’s color palette.

-I have a headcanon that firescales/fireless twin sets are technically identical (Sky being NB), it’s just due to the presences of no/too much fire, their features develop differently. Peril has far richer and saturated colors than Sky, but their actual patterns are identical. Due to her fire, Peril’s feathers never properly grew in (she’s like the sphinx cat equivalent of a Skywing), while Sky by comparison is very floofy. However if you peeled Sky (shaved off their feathers), they would have the exact same body shapes and features as their sister. Also the aforementioned color patterns are based of the American Kestrel.

-I have a couple of old Turtle designs kicking around my Procreate; I originally was going to use one of them (which I might post at some point to embarrass myself), to inspire this one. However, I ended up creating something entirely new. My original design had him as a lot more solid, gross yellow-y shade of green, with no tan underbelly or needle. However I discovered that the underbelly and needle would give him some nice resemblance to his sister Tsunami. Also I was using mata-mata turtles as one of my primary design references and damn those bois got schnoze.

-Turtle also would have been an interesting twist villain. Like if we got faked out like “he’s too suspicious to be the bad guy” and then he just is.

-Funny thing about Qibil; I always mis-remembered Qibils earring as having a black diamond earring rather than an “orange sunstone” one. Perhaps I was confusing his drip with Blister’s. He gets both as a treat. Also the reason why he has the classic fan depiction head sail strandy-thingy because of the scar his mom gave him. The sail behind the scar grew back all delicate and long; he’s let it grow out to see how long it can get.

-The little unneeded spite for the series/fandom I have for some reason built up on Qibil for some reason. Maybe because seemingly the rest of the fandom worships the little guy. I’d probably like him if I actually read the books, but I have developed a stupid re-write of him where he is sort of like the annoying little brother of the Jade Winglet and Jade Moutain as a general who thinks he is hotter shit than he is that nobody dares talk down to for fear of bringing mama Thorn or big sister Sunny down on their asses. He’s tried to flirt with everybody in his winglet and they’ve all pushed him away with some degree of gentleness.

-IDK who was the first fan artist to do magenta-yellow-cyan Kinkajou but it sure as hell works. I have a headcanon that younger Rainwing dragonets tend to have brighter, saturated comfort colors (image the “crayola water marker base pack” color palette). However as Rainwings mature, they tend to “mild” out their comfort colors with more varied hues. Thus, she used to have the neon pink-yellow color palette when she was younger. Also she kind of ended up looking kind of like a lychee or rambutan and I love it.

-I didn’t have too many thoughts on Umber. I mostly just focused on making him look different enough from Clay while still making him look like a possible sibling.

-I thought I was going to put more effort into Carnelians design, but I ended up just yeeting something together based off the real world carnelian stone.

-I know Anenome is described as being pink and blue/white in the books, but where I live we have neat little pink tipped green anemones so that’s her color palette. Also I imagine she wears a lot more jewelry when she’s at home but she just took a few things with her to school.

[magneticmage]

Back on my Dragon Age OC bullshit, This time it is about my Tabrises; Isemaya and Elthorn

So they are fraternal twins. Why? Because meta-wise I wanted to try out both the male and female versions of the City Elf Origin and how that might affect them differently. Also because I realized my Tabrises were both fucking cool and kinda similar looking so yeah!

Anyways, Isemaya is a warrior and Elthorn is a Rogue. She's the big sister and eldest twin who has kinda made it her job to protect the Alienage elves, especially her family, especially after her mother's death. Elthorn is the baby brother and younger twin whose always gotten himself into trouble due to both his care for others and his own merits, often by stealing and pickpocketing things he shouldn't but that often make Alienage life a bit more bearable for their family and friends-as long as no one asks where it came from or looks too closely into things.

There's also this kind of unspoken tension between them because Elthorn once got in really big, really bad trouble with a human lord (not for stealing this time! But I'm not sure what it should be yet. Ideas? Maybe he hurt the lord's son in a sparring match because how could a runt elf be any good? Or maybe something else?) and it led to a whole-ass mob of humans showing up who wouldn't leave until some elf bloody paid for it. This, of course, meant Adaia, who knew exactly what she was walking into(re; her death) but did it anyways because she knew it would keep her children and the alienage safe and that was all that mattered.

Isemaya tries not to blame her brother and tries to focus on living up to the person their mother was and what she thinks their mother wanted for them. Elthorn blames himself and doesn't think he can never make up for that fatal mistake and tries to his best to make sure that his family and friends are well off enough that if something like that should ever happen again (and he KNOWS it will) then they have enough coin and valuables to get out and start a new life somewhere else, that they can be safe.

So yeah...Isemaya ends up joining the Grey Wardens because she's damn unrepentant after killing Vaughn because of what he did and for harming Her People. She also says she did it alone, to make sure that Elthorn and Soris are safe and sound (RIP Nelaros, maybe one say i'll write an AU where you live). She saves Fereldan, ends up in a relationship with Zevran (and in multi-Warden worldstates, it's a polyamorous relationship between them and my smartass, Cale Amell), and just ends up actually finding herself as she is and now what she thinks her mother wanted her to be somewhere along the way.

Elthorn ends up staying behind and dealing with the fallout of the Origin. But now he's been galvanized out of his helpless stage and begins to work with the Red Jennies, or at least becomes the Dark Wolf master thief. He still marries Nesiara and helps her and Valora run their shop and business (he never fences any stolen goods there because that's just kinda shitting the bed and you sleep there y'know?). Anyways he kinda ends up vigilante-ing things and trying to keep the blowback off the Alienage Elves and ends up recruiting a friend or two to help hide his true identity and help him pull off near-impossible jobs and it's just great.

So yeah, both twins end up being legends in some way and it's hecka neat.

[seemslegitflapjacks]

All I Got For Christmas Was My Daddy Issues.

WARNING! This does contain mentions of domestic/child abuse. If that’s makes you uncomfortable see yourself out.

Cause if MY Christmas had to be ruined via daddy issues so does theirs.

“I’m not doing this,” Jeff said as he walked up the stairs.

He slammed his bedroom door with complete disregard for his drunken, enraged father. He was fed up with this. Every time his father touched a glass of whiskey or a bottle of beer, he became satan himself. And every time, Jeff or his brother wound up getting their asses kicked for it. That or Jeff would take his old man to the backyard and beat him out like an old rug. Tonight he wasn’t doing any of that. He was tired of fight after fight with his dad and then bailing to a hotel with his mother and brother for the next two days.

He tossed out all his school supplies from his backpack and shoved in changes of clothes that would last him a week or so. He also tossed a few hygiene products in before he zipped up his bag.

A knock came at his bedroom door. Jeff quickly looked over his shoulder.

“It’s just me.” The identical voice on the other side assured.

“Come in.” He nodded.

The door creaked open, and Liu stepped in. Jeff could tell he was all shaken up. He always was after they had their brawls.

“Where you goin’?” Liu asked.

“A friend’s place.” Jeff adjusted the back on his back.

“Please don’t go,” Liu begged.

Jeff stopped and looked at Liu. He would see the tears in his brother’s eyes. It hurt. It hurt even worse that he knew he couldn’t stay.

“I can't,” He pursed his lips.

“Please! Just for Christmas. That’s all I want. Just two more days, and then you can go.” His brother bargained.

“Liu, come on. You know if I stay, all that’s gon’ end up happenin’ is more fightin’. I don’t wanna make mama cry, and I don’t wanna have the cops called.” Jeff reasoned.

Liu collapsed in his arms, crying into his shirt. Jeff tensed his lower lip, leaning his head on his brother’s shoulder to cry a bit himself. He felt so shitty. Jeff couldn’t help but blame himself. Maybe if he’d just kept his head down and bit his tongue, nothing would’ve had to happen. But no, he just had to go ahead and try his dad.

“Promise me somethin’?” Jeff asked as he patted Liu’s back.

“Yeah…” The other breathed.

“You’re gon’ stay here, and you’re gon’ make sure he don’t hurt mama. If he does, you call me, then call the cops before I kill that motherfucker. You got it?”

“Got it..”

“Good. Now I’ll text you when I get to where I’m goin’. I ain’t taking the truck, and here are the keys if you need ''em’.” He stepped back to hand Liu his car keys.

Liu nodded, reaching out to hug his twin one last time before he left out the window. Maybe that’s why they call them window panes. It hurts the most when that’s the only way to get out.

Jeff dropped into the bushes with a grunt, shaking off the pin and needles to get to his bike. He lifted the kickstand and adjusted his slippers so they’d stay on better before he burned rubber down the sidewalk. Jeff skidded to a hard stop and recklessly threw the bike into the front yard. He walked up to the house and glanced up at a window. With a sigh, he stood on the trashcan and vaulted himself onto the roof shingles. Cheerleading had its payoffs.

“Open the fucking window Warren.” He demanded as he knocked hard on the glass.

The window opened up shortly after.

“The fuck are you up for? It’s eleven o’clock at night!” His red-headed companion whisper yelled.

“Daddy issues.” Jeff huffed as he pushed Randy back and crawled through. “I can’t stay there.”

“Geez, he really musta pissed you off this time, eh?” The Yankee raised a brow.

“Damn right he did.” Jeff croaked as he took a seat on Randy’s bed.

Randy took the spot beside him. The ginger looked down at him, slightly concerned.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t even know how to get it out.”

“Hug?” Randy offered as he lifted a freckled arm.

Jeff instantly took shelter under his embrace. He choked out tears and sobs he’d bed holding in for the last half hour. Randy pulled his body close and rubbed circles into Jeff’s back to calm him down. Randy had never thought of himself as a good guy. He liked to flaunt the fact he wasn’t. But he’d be damned to be a bad friend. Randy never got loyalty from his family, but his friends would give the skin off their knees to heal his injuries.

And he knew Jeff’s loyalty would get him killed one day if he wasn’t careful to who he devoted it. That’s what scared him.

“Hey, hey, I got you. You’re ok.” He squeezed.

“That fucker- ruined my goddamn Christmas!” Jeff snapped.

“I know. I know.” Randy sighed as he laid back with Jeff still held to his chest.

“Can I stay?” Jeff whimpered.

“There’s always my side of the bed open for you, man. I got you no matter what, aight?” Randy said as he lifted Jeff’s head to face him.

“Mhm..”

“Everything I got is yours too. I’m not goin’ away. I’m right ‘round the corner.”

Jeff shuddered and let a few more tears slip from his bloodshot eyes.

“You’re my best friend, and I love you,” Randy affirmed.

“I love you too.” Jeff sobbed into Randy’s chest.

Randy hushed and comforted Jeff until no tears were left. The pair cuddled in the dark together. Their limbs occasionally shifted around to get comfortable. Randy’s hands wandered and combed through jeff’s long dirty blonde hair. Heavy breaths escaped him as he tried his best not to get angry, but goddamn, was it hard. It was hard not to get mad at somebody like Jeff’s father. Sure, he had his dysfunctional-ass household, but at least they owned up to their shit. But not Mr. Woods. Because how dare he do something wrong.

“You want me to fuck ‘em up for ya?” Randy asked.

“No. I don’t. I just wanna stay here with you.” Jeff sighed in response.

“Fine,” Randy huffed, “but if you want, I’ll kick his ass anytime you call. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re a good guy. You’re honest, you work hard, and you try hard. I fuckin’ love you like crazy for that.”

That turned Jeff’s waterworks right back on, and this time Randy joined. They emotionally cried and wailed at one another. In a way, it was therapeutic. To see each other in such a raw and ugly form was relieving. Like a reminder, they were both flesh, blood, and bones. They were real people with real feelings that could empathize.

Once they calmed down, they stared at one another. The air was humid and warm.

“You’re so fuckin’ ugly,” Jeff huffed as Randy gave him a hard squeeze.

“Love you too, babes,” He sniffled with a grin.

[crow-cards]

Could I please request headcanons of being Ethan’s non identical twin?

ooo I like this, this is v interesting!! ty for the request :] sorry it took so long hsjsj

gn!reader, a bit lengthy bc I ended up creating like. a whole storyline 😭

Being Ethan's Non-Identical Twin

You and Ethan have always been very close with each other, glued to the hip, your parents would say. This lasted as you grew up as well considering how closely Ethan kept his family.

Though twins, you two were pretty different a lot of the time. People already found it hard to believe you two were twins considering you hardly looked alike, but– at least from an outside perspective –with you two being so different, they found it even harder to believe.

Hearing "you're twins?!?! no way!!!! that can't be true, just look at you two!!" millions of times over got old fast. You'd probably start replying with "haha yeah! yeah, we are..." and then slowly devolved into a deadpan stare that just read "shut. the fuck up" lmao

Unfortunately, as you got older and started going to college, you and Ethan had different desires so it was the first time you two would be splitting up for a long time.

You kept in contact over phone at least! You'd call and text just about everyday, talking about your days and complaining about school, and Ethan would frequently talk about his girlfriend, Mia, who he had met and started dating during his time in college.

You didn't mind it at all, thought they were really sweet, but you would tease him about his ability to even get a girlfriend in the first place. Y'know, sibling things.

Slowly, you two sort of... Drifted. You brushed it off a bit, assuming it's just because of school, both of you were busy after all. And your schools were a bit far from each other so it wasn't easy to see each other often.

Then you graduated, and reconnected once you could see each other in person again. You'd suggested that you two live together once, but unfortunately he'd already planned to live with Mia. No big deal, they've been together for years and really loved each other, you just missed him a bit, is all. You still keep in touch at least.

When you two once again celebrated your birthday together, Mia was invited to your little celebration and mentioned she didn't even know you were twins, and why Ethan never mentioned this is beyond you, but you got to know her finally! She seemed sweet, but you never ended up very close.

One day, he announces that he's getting married to Mia! You were so happy for him and ended up being his best man (or whatever other equivalent you prefer)

A few years pass, you see him and Mia a bit more often, until... She disappears. Ethan is devastated when authorities says she most likely died, he seems to just... Crumble when he has to accept the fact that she's probably dead.

You're by his side as much as possible, helping him through his mourning.

And those three years later when he calls you one day and tells you Mia is alive and he wants to go get her?? You're very skeptical and nervous about the whole situation, especially when hearing that he's going to Louisiana to find her, but you support him nonetheless, telling him to be safe. Very safe.

You wait nervously for any news of his return or that he's even okay at all, and by some damn miracle, both him and Mia are alive! Once you can, you ask so many questions, but he can hardly answer them. Fair enough, he's gone through a lot clearly.

You do your best to be there for the both of them, but they're not around very often. Weird, but you won't pry, maybe they're just busy.

Until one day they just... Fuck off to Europe and you hardly hear from them, and they can't explain anything! Eventually any letters you get just... Stop coming.

The last time you ever hear about your brother is when his death is announced to you, and your heart drops. It takes a while to sink in, the fact you'll never see him again, that you'll never learn why they just disappeared one day, that you'd never get to say goodbye.

You learn he had a baby, named Rosemary. You absolutely did your best to help raise her when you could, though you couldn't be there as often as you wanted. She's a good kid. Just like her father.

[sundersea]

TOP COMICS OF 2022 - PART 1 So this was the year I discovered the Webtoon app which completely ruined my life and reading habits for the past three months. The upside? So many brilliant new comics to sink my teeth into! This is essentially a list of all my favorite graphic novels, webtoons, webcomics, and manga from 2022. Happy reading!

The High Desert: Black. Punk. Nowhere (Graphic Novel) A...young man’s immersive reckoning with identity, racism, clumsy teen love and belonging in an isolated California desert, and a search for salvation and community through punk. A really moving, thoughtful examination of a young, Black teenager finding home in the punk scene in a hostile environment. I love stories that make full use of the story’s location and reading this felt like pulling back a flap into the past

Inhibit (Webcomic) As a kid, Victor dreamed of training to be a superhero. That didn't go so well. I’m usually a superhero hater because superpowers rarely ever feel integrated into the world of the story...which is why I loved Inhibit so much! It’s a really grounded look at how superpowers might give rise to institutional failure and repression. Also features some of the best comic dialogue I’ve read in ages

Talentless Nana (Manga) In the near future, mysterious monsters begin to appear, and with it so do children with supernatural powers called the "Talented". To prepare them for the upcoming battle, all the Talented are sent to a school located on a deserted island. One day, a new student named Nana Hiiragi arrives at the school. BNHA if Izuku had snapped in middle school. So iconic, with one of the coolest female protagonists I’ve read this year and several fun, inventive murder mystery scenarios. The dichotomy between Nana’s moeblob appearance and her actual zealous, desperate, grief-driven character makes this manga worth it. (cw: some weird twin stuff in the later chapters. just skip it)

The Carpet Merchant of Konstantiniyya (Webcomic) A two-volume Eisner-nominated graphic novel set in 17th century Istanbul and 18th century England,  about a carpet merchant's reconcilitation with faith, love and home in the aftermath of his death by a vampire. The one comic on this list that actually made me cry. Every single page was so full of care for its characters, for Turkish Muslim art and culture, for its paneling, for everything. If there’s one comic on this list you read, read this one!

This Isekai Maid is Forming a Union! (Webtoon) Bridgette is a young woman who has been Isekai'd 10 times as a maid, and she has had enough of Otome protagonists abusing their power, slapping maids, and using them as pawns to do their dirty work. Her solution? Form a union, protect her coworkers, and bring the worst house down! Damn....I actually haven’t read that many otome isekais and I feel like I can’t even start because none of them are going to hold up against this one. Read for an epic anticapitalist, anticolonial isekai story!

Stick & Poke (Webtoon) Mal Hassan is just a girl living on her mom's farm, but when she is offered a once in a lifetime chance to work with her favorite band, she drops everything to follow them on tour. How could she pass up her one chance to hook up with that hot guitarist? ALERT! STRAIGHT TRANS GIRL ROMANCE PROTAGONIST!! A total hidden gem with really incredible art, a lovely story, and the cutest female lead ever!! This comic makes color theory its bitch btw

Tiger Tiger (Webcomic) Tiger, Tiger is a story of a young noble lady, who steals her brother's identity and his ship to sail across the world to find love and adventure, and to write a book about her favourite subject: the fascinating life cycle of sea sponges! Yeah, this 100% deserved an Eisner. Brilliant art, incredible comic timing, hot butch monstergod girls, and a mystery of the deeps unfolding at its core.

Never Ending Darling (Webtoon) Ha-im Yun lives in a world where people register their DNA into cloning databases, invented by her boyfriend of five years, Geunhu Ji. Their relationship isn’t perfect, but they make it work -- or so Ha-im thinks, until she finds her dead body at her boyfriend’s house...her body! The next day, she finds a note from herself in her room… “Ha-im, if you’re reading this, you’re a clone.” We all love to see girls outsmarting their abusive partners. Especially if said partner can literally clone you forever. WILL have you on the edge of your seat.

Castle Swimmer (Webtoon) What happens when your entire life is ruled by a prophecy? Such is the story of two young sea creatures. One believed to be a guiding light, a Beacon who will lead them to a bright, prosperous future. The other a teenage prince for who’s destiny is to KILL the Beacon. When both reject the course set for them, it leads to a raucous adventure as big and unpredictable as the ocean itself – and a romance that nobody could have predicted. I’m not going to lie - I did judge this book by its cover. Like, I fully thought this was going to be some cringe timepass fantasy where the author just wanted to see anime mermaid boys kiss or whatever. Which just....no. Get ready for the emotional thrill ride of your life.

The Croaking (Webtoon)  The Roost - the world’s most prestigious military academy - has never accepted a Crow into its ranks. Until now. However, the conditions surrounding Scra’s acceptance are shrouded in conspiracy, and his new roommate Ky won’t rest until he finds out just where he goes every night. Scra, Ky and Ree must band together to uncover the truth about their utopia and the whispers of a superweapon - “The Croaking” - that are seeping from the cracks. AGAIN, I thought this was going to be some cringe timepass fantasy where this time, the author just wanted to see winged guys kiss. Yeah, no. Get ready for the most intricate political thriller you’re ever going to read on webtoon. 

Okay, that’s it! There’s definitely more, but we’ll save that for next year!

[itsanerdlife]

A Really Bad Idea 4

Pairing: Fighter!Howie Stark x Writer!Reader

Warnings: Lies, secrets, cheating, scandal, criminal history, spice, obsessed Fangirl, violence, anger, and honestly no idea cause I’m not finished writing this just yet.

There is no such thing as an instant spark.               In books, sure. Real life? Not so much.                 Till I met the perfect stranger.                   It honestly was a case of mistaken identity in my own panicked state. I didn’t mean to grab a strangers hand. I just needed to avoid my ex and his shiny new fiancee. I never planned on the stranger kissing me.                   I sure as hell didn’t plan for the stranger to by my friends brother. It never was in the cards for me to find someone else after what my ex did to me. Especially a Fighter with a closed off past. I’m struggling to write my book and move on with my life, but what do I do when he comes in and starts changing things for me.       But the thing my ex taught me people aren’t who they say they are, what if Howie isn’t who he says he is?

He couldn’t help but stare. What the hell were the chances, that the gorgeous stranger he kissed, was friends with his brother. That he just happened to find her again. He spent the whole week and weekend thinking about her and the kiss they shared.

He isn’t dwelling hard on the guy, Sam, sitting next to her. He didn’t mind a little competition. It kept things interesting. But when her attention slips from him to Sam, an uneasy, unsettling feeling grows in his chest. He doesn’t like it, it makes his back teeth grind.

“Howie,” Bucky chuckles, setting down his beer. “how was your fight, it was this weekend, right?” His head comes up, nodding as he takes a drink himself. Her head whirls, eyes focused on him.

“Yeah. Won.” He nods. Peter laughs.

“The fuck detail is that? He won with a stone cold knock out in the second round.” Peter brags for him. He pulls his bottom lip in, nodding.

“It’s true.” He smirks.

“Damn man!” Buck high fives him over the table. “Sorry we missed it.”

“You’re a fighter?” Something dances in her eyes. Something like excitement, perhaps curiosity.

“I am.” He smiles at her.

“No shit?” She grins. “How did you get into that?” He has her sole focus.

“Underground fighting is illegal.” He laughs. Bucky and Peter laugh as well.

“Wait, what?” She looks between them.

“That’s how we know each other.” Buck points a fry between the two of them.

“He picked me up.” Howie nods. “It’s how I know Clint. I actually train with him and Pietro.” Howie explains.

“That’s my twin brother.” Wanda grins.

“You’re a twin?” Sam looks over at her. She nods, they slip into their own conversation.

“You got arrested by Clint and Bucky?” She laughs.

“No, just picked up. This fight got raided, I bailed out the side exit. Made it about a block away, and dumb and dumber pull up.” He smirks, jutting his chin towards Bucky.

“Clint offered you a chance.” She nods.

“He did. Turns out it’s one of the best choices I’ve made.” He admits.

“One of?” She lifts a brow.

“One of.” He smirks at her.

“Huh.” She sips her drink.

“What?”

“You’re not like what I thought most fighters are.” Her head tips.

“What, not an angry, meathead?” He laughs.

“Pretty much.” She pops a shoulder.

“Howie is not like most of them.” Peter snorts.

“Explain.” She nods.

“He doesn’t date.” Gwen snorts.

“He’s never angry.” Peter shrugs.

“I have an IQ in Einstein’s territory.” He nods.

“The fuck you do.” She gaps.

“He’s two points higher than me.” Peter sighs, with distaste.

“Of all the mundane shit you say Peter Stark. Of all the boring ass bullshit you tell us. You didn’t think maybe mentioning how you have a pro fighter brother with a IQ higher than yours?” She scoffs at Peter.

“It’s not that much higher than mine.” Peter mumbles.

“Of all the stupid shit you’ve said to me, this isn’t one of them?” She blinks at him.

“You’re mean.” Peter smirks at her.

“She’s fucking evil.” Gwen pouts.

“You’re just mad cause I haven’t written the last book.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“It’s been four months and you don’t even have chapter one!” Gwen throws a fry at her. “That’s cruel, how you ended the last one.” Y/N laughs, popping the fry into her mouth.

“Do you have writers block?” Sam looks over.

“I don’t know. I think so.” They drift into a conversation and that feeling comes right back.

“What’s the book supposed to be about?” He asks, shifting to give her his full attention. She sighs, but there’s a smile on her lips as she shifts to face him. Her back practically to Sam.

“Okay, so it’s an intertwined series. So, each book is a different set of characters, but they all play parts in each book. So, like they each have a POV from each of the characters at one point.” She explains.

“Okay, so you see each story from more than the two main characters.” He nods.

“Yes. Not the whole thing but every so often. So, at the end of the last book I put out. The last chapter is of the only character left. She’s the only single one, and she meets a stranger. That’s literally where I ended it.” She nods.

“You just ended it like that. She meets a stranger?” He lifts a brow.

“Okay, the problems from each book, all connect the characters and their books. She’s got her own problems, a nasty break up. Her friends all have their issues. She’s sitting in a bar, and this stranger sits down next to her.” She nods.

“That’s actually how she ends it.” Nat points out.

“I hate you a little and I have no idea what happened in the previous books.” He laughs.

“So literally he sits down, they do the whole eyes connect. He asks if he can buy her a drink. Boom end.” She nods.

“What are your plans for the next one?” He asks, genuinely interested.

“Nothing.” She presses her lips together.

“What?”

“I wrote it. It was this amazing path I was on. But I honestly have no idea who this guy is. Which makes writing the next book twice as hard. I want him to be this piece she didn’t know she was missing. All the conflicts are coming to a head in this book and I want to throw in their own. But I don’t have a clue who he is.” She runs a hand through her hair.

“You’re single.” Nat shrugs.

“I am?” She sasses.

“Fuck off.” Nat laughs. “I was going to say maybe you should try meeting a stranger in a bar. You know see if you can get into the mindset.” She shrugs.

“Meet a stranger.” Howie nods, a small smile on his lips. She’s turning pink in the cheeks.

“There is no saying it would even help me at this point.” She struggles with a smile.

“Do you two know each other?” Bucky watches them.

“Huh?” They both look over, fighting grins.

[fanficwriter284]

Family Ties

Chucky and Tiffany had been cuddling on the bed, snuggling tightly, with one another. Till his ears perked up hearing the front door knock.

“Who the hell is that”

“I don’t know”

“Imma go see”

He gave her a final squeeze and a kiss on the head, before getting out of bed much to his discomfort.

“This better be fucking…WOAH! When the hell did you get here?”

“I’ve been here since like 3 Am”

“Why?”

“I got hungry and Annabelle’s busy…..”

“Why the hell didn’t you answer the door then?”

“Cuz this ain’t my fucking house”

“You sure as hell act like it”

“Yeah yeah whatever, imma go get a snack”

“Mhm, try not to eat all the damn food again”

“No promises”

Chucky made a face at his brother and opened the door. Still tired and in a dizzy state.

He cracked opened the door and immediately shut it….He saw a man that looked identical to his father. He opened the door and the man still remained still identical to his dad.

“No….fuck no….”

Till he noticed something that his father lacked, the small scar under his eye.

“….U—Uncle L—Luis”

“Hello Charles…different I see”

“……what the fuck are you doing here”

“What? Where’s your accent”

“……what the fuck are you doing here”

“I wanted to see my nephew”

“Bullshit, you didn’t wanna see me when I was in foster care”

“I was in Germany”

“You didn’t bother to write”

“Look I’m sorry…”

“Sure”

“So where’s Carolus”

“…….you really don’t know do you…he’s dead….He’s fucking dead….just like you are to me”

“You’re not gonna invite me in?”

“…….”

Chucky glared at his uncle. He was his fathers twin, twins run in the family…or his side at least.

“CHUCKY! YOU’RE OUT OF FUCKING CHIPS”

“Who’s that?”

“……”

“CHUCKY!…….who the hell are you? Shit he looks like your dad”

“His uncle. Who are you?”

“His brother and best friend”

“Shut up both of you, you’re gonna wake up the—“

“Daddy? W—what’s going on”

“Dad?”

The two seven year olds came in rubbing their eyes still trying to make sense of the situation. Chucky’s parental instincts kicked in immediately l. He scooped both of them up and looked at his brother for help. Slappy posture straighten and dropped the goofiness.

“Can you—“

“Yeah….hey you two…wanna come upstairs with me…we can play Jenga or monopoly. Whatever you want”

“Really?”

“Really!”

“Yeah come on”

The three went upstairs, leaving Chucky to deal with his uncle.

“So….you have kids now….”

“Yeah…and you’re not getting anywhere near them”

“Why? What did I ever do that was so wrong”

“You’re just like my fucking dad….ya know I remember when you used to babysit me and Caro…and you fucking beat us…hahaHAHA ya know it wasn’t as bad dad….but you fucking did it anyway….a—and you left me….alone to fend for my self…but I’m not a little boy anymore….and even then...you didn’t fucking care….so yeah….you’re never getting anywhere them……so get the hell out….”

“………Charles…”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT”

“Chucky? Is everything…”

“Tiff….can you go upstairs….please….just….please….I’ll tell you in a minute….just not now……”

Tiffany remained silent and backed off, giving him an understanding look and a slight nod, and headed upstairs.

“……so Luis…..get the hell out…”

“……”

“Hey you heard him….get out”

“…I—I’m sorry”