#tw: sibling rivalry

[sortofanobsession]

Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 8 (Umbrella Academy WIP) Diego x Reader slow burn

Author’s note: A bit of a shorter chapter this time. Events of Episode 1x07 The Day That Was. No translations needed this time.

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn Season 1)

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 9

Word count: 2k+

Content Warning: Drugs, Drinking, Anger, Sibling Rivalry, Blood, Passing Out, Injury, (Temporary) Fatal Injury, Head trauma, Cardiac arrest, CPR, Stitches, Police, Arrest, mentions of death, mentions of murder, cussing/swearing/cursing, Panic Attacks, Exhaustion

Chapter 8: Things that do Matter

"Harold Jenkins?" Allison asks, holding the note from the Commission.

"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego asks. 

"I don't know," Five says as he tosses the empty coffee cup across the room. "Yet. But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him. And we have to do it now."

"How is he connected to what's gonna happen?" Luther asks.

"I don't know," Five answers.

"Wait, so you just know his name? That's it?"

“That's enough," Five informs.

"There's probably dozens of Jenkinses," 

"Well," Five admits. "We just better start looking, then."

"Am I the only one that's skeptical here? I mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what's his name?"

 "Harold Jenkins."

"You know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?"

"Oh, yeah, I think I remember those guys."

"Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk."

"Yeah," Five says. "Them. They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth."

"The Temps what?"

"My former employer. They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen happens. They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days. So I went to Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics. 'Protect Harold Jenkins'. So he must be responsible for the apocalypse."

"What do you mean, protect time and space?" Allison asks at the same time Diego says he’s going after Hazel and Cha-Cha.

"Do you have any idea,” Allison starts. “How insane this sounds?"

"You know what else is insane?” Five counters. “I look like a 13-year-old boy. Y/N glows like she is made of neon. Klaus talks to the dead, and Luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat. Everything about us is insane. It always has been."

"He's got a point there," Klaus acknowledges. 

"We didn't choose this life. We're just living it."

"For the next three days, anyway."

"But the last time we tried to stop it, we all died."

"Why is this time any different?"

 "Why shouldn't I go home to my daughter?" "Because this time, I'm here. We have the name of the man responsible."

"Guys, we actually have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people,” Five insists. “Including Claire."

Allison is surprised. "You know her name?"

 "I do, and I'd like to live long enough to meet her,” Five tells her. 

All right."

"Let's get this bastard," Allison states.

"You had me at Gerald Jenkins," Diego says. 

"Harold Jenkins," Five corrects him. 

"Whatever."

Y/N chuckles but nods.

Diego continues. "I've already lost two people this week, I'm not losing anyone else." She reaches over and gently puts her hand on the one in the sling.

"And Luther?"

"Yeah, you go. I'm gonna stay and go through Dad's files. I still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the Moon."

"Seriously?" Diego asks. "Now you wanna make the end of the world about you and Dad?"

"No. 'Watch for threats.' That's what he told me.” 

Diego can feel his sister’s sigh. 

“You think that's a coincidence? This all has to be connected somehow."

"No, we should all stick together."

"We don't have time for this," Five says.

"Let's roll."

"I know where we can find this asshole."

“Diego…” she starts. 

"Klaus, you're with me."

"Yeah. I'm good,” Klaus tells them. “I think I'll, uh I think I'll pass. I'm feeling a little under."

Diego looks at Y/N when he moves, but she doesn't. "Would you be mad if I stayed here?" She asks him.

"You want to stay?" He repeats. She always wanted to go with him, one way or another. Even when he didn’t want her to. It set off alarms in his head, especially after the way she was acting when Viktor was there. "What's wrong?" 

Five seems to get impatient, but Diego glares and waves him off. "I'll be right there," he tells their younger-looking, much older brother. Five relents, for now.

She looks at Diego. “You go. I’ll stay here and see if I can help Luther. I need some sleep. I can get that here. You have to admit I'm off my game. I'm too tired. I didn't even see V get here, and the Wisp was in full form in the room. I barely reacted when Five-"

"Luz, look at me," he tells her. His hand was on her cheek to make her really look at him. He studies her face. His thumb brushes along the dark circles under her eyes. She must be bone tired to actually admit it. "Okay, you get some sleep and see what you can do after. Keep those two in line if you have to." 

"DIEGO!" Five calls him.

"ALRIGHT!" Diego turns and shouts back.

"Be careful," she says.

"Of course, can't do anything stupid without you, I promised. Right?"

She nods. "Now go before Five has a rage stroke fitting of the old man he is."

"I'm starting to regret asking the two of you to get along," Five glares at Diego as he approaches the car. 

"Well, I regret you a lot, so there's that," Diego counters. 

"Y/N is staying?" Allison asks.

"Yeah, she is going to get some sleep and then do whatever she can to help."

"And you're okay with that?" Both Five and Allison are surprised.

"Would I rather we all be going, of course, but her powers can be a drain. If she needs the rest up, so we have a better chance of stopping this guy, then better now than later. Besides, Luther and Klaus are here, Pogo too. They'll look after her."

She manages to get a bit of sleep. When shouting wakes her. She finds Klaus in his room.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“Luther left,” he tells her.

“What? Why?” 

“He found the research he did while on the moon, and dad didn’t even look at it,” Klaus says.

“But that…what?” she says in shock. “I’m going to talk to Pogo.”

She looks at her father’s office and sees the mess Luther left. “Pogo?” She goes to find him.

“Yes, Miss Y/N,” he answers. 

“What happened?” she asks. Pogo explains most of what happened between Reginald and Luther. Or as much as he is willing to say. She helps him straighten a few things up before Klaus seems to have a change of heart and tells her that Luther wanted to be more carefree like him and that they should probably find him.

“Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?!” She runs to her room and grabs her jacket. “We need to find him!” She sends out a handful of Wisps but keeps her body moving and searching as she does. “I’ll look. You just make sure I don’t get hit by a car or anything. You can manage that at least, right?”

“I’m sorry, Sunshine,” Klaus says.

“Can you do that?” she repeats.

“Of course, I’m not going to let you get hit by a car or get shot…again. Diego would murder me.”

“Okay, thank you,” she says before putting more focus into her search. 

“We should have taken him to the hospital.” Allison and Diego manage to get a bloody Five back to the Academy. 

“A kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions,” Five tells them.

“Yeah, well, so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins' attic.” 

“He's still losing blood.” 

“What do we do?” 

“We gotta get the shrapnel out.” 

Diego sees Grace. 

“Diego, where are you going?” Allison asks. 

“Mom?” Diego asks. 

“Oh, hello, Diego, dear.”

 “What... How are you still... walking around?”

“One foot in front of the other,” Grace tells him. “Why? How do you do it?”

He gets Grace to save Five. 

Klaus keeps looking at his sister nervously as he argues with Ben. She barely even registers him talking. Her concern for Luther is pushing her more than her father ever did as a kid. She ignores the throbbing behind her temples as she searches. The throbbing pain turns into a full-blown nauseating migraine as she follows a lead to a rave. After hearing someone mention the hairiest man they have ever seen. That had to be him. She pulls back all but two orbs to search. “He’s here somewhere. Find him.” She and Klaus split up.

“Anything?” Diego asks as they stand in the hall outside of Five’s room. 

“There's no answer at Viktor's place,” Allison tells him. “And the receptionist at the music school said he was a no-show for his lessons today.”

“Hey, you okay?” 

“Yeah.”

“I don't know. It's just surreal seeing him. I just wanna tell him that I'm s -”

“We don't have enough time.” Diego says. “We gotta go.”

“I don't know, Diego.”

“Five is laying there, unconscious.”

“We need him.”

“We can do this ourselves”

“We did that already, remember? We all ended up dead.”

Allison is unsure.

“I'm just I'm thinking I should go and see Claire before,” she tells him. 

“You can't run away from this, Allison,” he states. “That's what started this whole mess in the first place.” He glances at the empty rooms around them and thinks about what is happening. What has happened. Everything that still needs to be done.

“Luther was right,” he admits, much to Allison’s surprise. 

“I didn't think I would ever hear you say those words,” she says. 

“Yeah, well, we gotta stick together,” Diego insists. 

“Where do we start?”

“There's no other addresses in the file, but there is another relation listed.”

“Jenkins' grandmother,” he tells her. “She lived near Jackpine Road.”

“You think he took her there?” 

“It's a good enough place to start.”

“Nope,” Diego says and starts moving in the other direction down the road. “Come on, this way.”

“Wait,” Allison says, confused, “but the car is back that way.”

“Trust me, okay?” Diego implores. “Come on.”

“But what is going on?”

“They're here for me,” he tells her. “They think I did something.” 

Allison has to ask. “What do they think you did?”

Police sirens signal that their time to chat is running out.

“Murder,” Diego answers.

Allison can’t help but ask, “Did you?” 

“No, no, no, of course not, okay?” Diego insists. “Y/N was there too. Why would you ask that about me, anyway?”

“She isn’t here. And I mean, you do carry knives with you everywhere.”

“Yeah, okay, we're gonna have to split, okay?” Diego says. “I'm in charge.” He looks over at her. “Remember? Viktor needs you.”

“Don't do anything stupid, okay?” Allison says. Diego because she isn’t the sister that is usually telling him that. And he’d promised that sister that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Now here he was about to get arrested. She was not going to be happy about that.

“Drop it!” The officer tells Diego.

“Weapon on the ground, Diego.”

Diego winces in pain as his injured arm is pulled roughly.

“I expected better from you, Chuck,” Diego says.

“I got orders,” Beaman says, “You and your glowing sister. Don't make this harder than it already is.”

“Glad she’s not here then,” Diego admits.

“Diego Hargreeves, you're under arrest on the suspicion of the murder of Detective Eudora Patch.”

“Rodriguez, I thought we were friends.”

“You killed a cop, asshole.”

“You have the right to remain silent,” The cop continues. “Anything you say - can and will be used against you.”

Diego spits at him. “Use that against me.”

She can’t believe what she is seeing when she does find him. "Luther?!" She stares in shock at her hulking brother's clearly inebriated form. Shirtless and dancing like a maniac. 

"Y/N/N!" Luther gestures for her to come closer and hugs her a bit too tight. He doesn't notice the way she winces at the pinch of pain in her arm. She had a feeling he'd torn a couple of her stitches, causing her to drop the Wisps forms. Her powers return to her and make her glow. He sets her back on her feet. Her hand goes up to her injured arm. "Guys! This is my sister, Y/N. You should see what you can do!" 

"Her aura is so bright," someone says. She flinches back when she feels someone touch her face. 

"That's nothing. You should see the Wisp!"

"Hey! Watch it. That's not my aura. It's my powers," she says, pulling back and swatting away the hands that reach for her with her good arm. She turns back to Luther. "Luther, we need to find Klaus and go home."

Her brother looks around almost comically but comes up with nothing. "But this is fun!" 

She sighs. She knows she can’t physically move him. What choice does she really have. "Right, just stay here. I’m going to find Klaus my way. Don't you dare wander off on me," she points at Luther. "Okay, big brother? I need you to have my back."

"Yeah, of course," Luther nods. "Guys watch this," he says when she closes her eyes and summons multiple small orbs again. She ignores the oohs and ahhs around her and sends them out to search. "Crazy, right? So cool." She hears Luther say. "Hey, don't touch." Luther scolds someone when she feels a hand in her hair, but it's gone before she can bring more attention back. 

"Klaus!" She shouts and turns to Luther. "Don't leave." 

"I won't!" Luther says but she decides to leave a small whip orb with him. She goes to where she had seen their brother.

"Klaus!" she shouts, but his form is almost too still, and others seem to be gathering around him. She can feel dread creep up her spine. "Klaus, please!” She slaps his cheek. Ignoring the chatter and stares around them as her body glows intensely blue from her anxieties shining through the Wisp inside her. He wasn’t breathing. She must have said it out loud because someone comes closer and starts giving him CPR. Her normally well-maintained focus to keep the Wisp down is gone as she watches the stranger try to revive her brother. The orb she left with Luther fades as she pleads with Klaus. "Come on! You don't get to leave me too!" She can feel tears on her face as she begs. "This isn't how Five saw it, and you don't get to go without me. I can't lose both you and Ben. I can't." She lets out a laughing sob as Klaus seems to come around.

"Sunshine?" Klaus blinks at her.

"DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!" She shouts as she scrambles to her feet, pulling him up and into a hug. He feels her shake. 

Klaus feels a hint of guilt as Ben berates him for upsetting the one sibling that routinely cared for them. "Hey, Sunshine, I'm okay," Klaus assures her, wiping some of the tears off her face. "I'm sorry, I was…trying to help Luther."

"Luther!" She gasps, her hand going to Klaus' and dragging him back to where she had left Luther, but he was gone. She curses in every language she knows. Earning odd looks from the people around them. “ I told him to stay here. I left a Wisp with him, but I lost it when you weren't waking up." 

"Sorry," Klaus says as they look around. She finds out that Luther had been kicked out. "Are you bleeding?" He looks at her arm. "We need to get that taken care of." 

"We need to find Luther!"

"We can do both," he says.

They track Luther back to the Academy, and Klaus can tell his sister is practically dead on her feet. The search and panic attack she had when she found him seemed to drain any energy reserves she had been surviving on. She could hardly protest when Grace redoes her sutures and tucks her in. She’s out before Grace even leaves the room. The Wisp a dim glow in the dark room as he closes the door. 

#umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves x female!reader #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x y/n #tw: drugs #tw: drug use #tw: drinking #tw: alcohol #tw: anger #tw: drunk behavior #tw: drunk #tw: sibling rivalry #tw: blood #tw: passing out #tw: injury #tw: fatal injury #tw: head trauma #tw: cardiac arrest #tw: cpr #tw: stitches #tw: police #tw: cops #tw: arrest #tw: mentions of death #tw: mentions of murder #tw: cussing #tw: swearing #tw: panic attack

[mhathotfic]

I’m feeling dramatic again, thinking about being the sweetest little Omega stepsister caught between the eldest and youngest Todoroki brothers who don’t know how to share except apparently when it comes to you.

They’re both Alphas who’ve set their sights on you from the moment you and your mother moved in, and while you hate that they fight over you, you can’t help but love how they fight for you.

You always seem to end up in a false heat, lightheaded and dazed while the two take turns proving they’re worth as an alpha

#bnha todoroki #mha todoroki #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha touya #mha touya #tw pseudocest #tw omegaverse #extreme sibling rivalry #toxic family dynamic #I’ve tagged everything I can think of let me know if I need to add anything!

[mental-mario]

Sibling Rivalry, Favoritism, and Multiplayer

Hey all, it's been an upsetting week for me, not gonna lie. I'm gonna skip the spiel and just get into it, so I'll just say that if you can relate then please Like and Follow and be sure to tip your struggling blogger. Also I'm lonely and need friends, so send me a request on Switch and message me on here as well! My mental issues make it difficult for me to sustain friendships, but I'd love a pen pal or 10k of them!

I'll be opening up more about things as I get more comfortable with this whole self-awareness and vulnerability thing, so subscribe and bear with me, but let's just say for now as a quick background that my mother is a narcissist, my dad is the flying monkey, my brother is the golden boy, and he married a conniving narcissist as well, so as to continue the cycle of abuse to his two kids. I am the damaged scapegoat who is trying to navigate away to healthier dynamics for my spouse and kids. I'm currently no-contact with my brother and his family as well as my mother and any relatives whatsoever. I do meet up with my dad occasionally for pancakes, but it is very much about sticking heads in the sand and pretending like we aren't estranged. I was no-contact with him as well until my wife informed him I was in the psych ward a couple months ago. I'm willing to answer questions as we go...

Anyway, he recently sent me $500 since I finally got up the nerve to put my pride and ego aside and outright ask him for help; something that has been instilled as a big source of shame for me to ever do because my mom especially would verbally berate me about how incompetent I am and how I would die alone and unwanted. Anyways, I digress, you may be asking what I would have to complain about? While I am thankful for any help I can get, let's just say $500 is chump change when it comes to my parents. They have money that I have been long since cut off from but that my brother and his family still very much access unabashedly, at the age of 32. I am 38. Also important to note is that he works a lucrative career where he has been able to make similar or better money as me over the past decade. The difference has been that my wife and I have been smart and careful with our money, while they have spent it recklessly. I always tend to leave out background details inadvertently, so I'm trying to recall as much as I can so as to not sound like unjustified soured grapes.

After years of no contact, our wives started communicating again, and it eventually got to where they decided to move to the south where we had relocated, originally in order to get away from them all. I wasn't thrilled about this, but I didn't want to deny my wife a chance at a friendship. My brother was reluctant to move here too, for reasons that I will get into someday as I work up the nerve to do so. My mom said I should take that said reason to the grave, but I'm not going to do that. They lived in an apartment for 6 months while making excellent money, by most people's standards, but they then exited out of the lease and moved into my parents' house, yet again, rent free, until they could buy a house of their own (or at least, that was how it was phrased to me when I decided to go nc with my parents yet again, due to the emotional pain of yet again seeing him and his family completely chosen over me and mine). They had to get out of their lease because they are assholes and got a bit too brazen with their neighbors. Despite being brazen in the past with neighbors who produced guns in their faces, they still find it rather funny to try and cave their downstairs neighbor's ceiling in by purposely jumping around as hard as they could out of spite. So long story short, another awful neighbor who couldn't take a joke decided to make them feel less than safe for their choices.

With the money and assets they have, there should've been no reason why they couldn't just pivot into another short term lease or something, but my parents ate up the chance to get into that abusive dynamic yet again, telling themselves that they couldn't let their son and his family go homeless (I can't say that without laughing because that is hardly the only other choice in this scenario). Regardless, we have come back into this situation because my parents decided to move those who we are once again no longer in contact with into their own house, essentially choosing a side once again. Of course, the explanation evolved from this being a temporary thing to suddenly they can't afford a down payment on anything because they don't have any money saved, meaning they would be living with them indefinitely. My only satisfaction in this was knowing that my mom's vicious lap dog, who she refuses to rehome because she spent $6k from a breeder, would be biting the shit out of all of them. Despite the dog being a barrier to letting my kids stay over my parents or anything of the sort, you can at least cordon a dog off for someone to visit. Sadly, they refuse to kennel my brother's wife.

Anyways, my spouse has some acquaintances in the real estate industry, since we have bought and sold a number of homes over the years. She got a message from one of them, asking her if she was aware how terribly entitled and obnoxious her in-laws are. Despite having to search numerous banks for a loan due to their awful credit rating, they still have the nerve to act like they are rich and powerful somehow. They were apparently searching originally for a house priced in the $300's but could not get a mortgage unless my parents cosigned and put up their retirement assets as collateral. They refused that, but they did cosign a mortgage for $200k. This after having always told me about how they would never cosign a loan for anyone ever. So basically, my parents bought my fully grown ass brother and his family a house, because when push comes to shove they will definitely stop paying the mortgage payment and could care less if they force my parents into doing so. Of course, I am sitting on this knowledge since before I was gifted $500 by my parents, and my parents won't ever tell me they did this. To answer your question, if you are asking it, I do intend to call my dad out on this, and it may be the last time I ever speak to him, depending on how that conversation goes.

My parents for the longest time would act like they did so evenly for both their kids and their grandkids, but I've called them out on that enough over the years so that they don't even make that claim anymore. From money to time spent to emotional support (if you can call it that), his family got 99.9%, and I'm an ingrate to complain about not getting my 0.1%. To clarify, I could care less except for the impact it all has had on my kids, but I do acknowledge that it's a blessing in disguise that my kids are growing up without that toxic influence so prevalent in their lives. Just makes me sad because if they would cosign a $200k mortgage for me like that, I'd be set for life, but bro's family gets rewarded for their recklessness while mine gets punished for trying to do things "the right way."

I want to shift gears now before I become too bitter, but I will just ask you to comment or message me, do you have experience with being the black sheep? If so, how's it going? Conversely, do you have experience being the golden child and self-aware of it? How has that been like for you??

To channel my inner Cranky Kong: kids these days experience multiplayer gaming far different than we did as young bloods. In my day *groans as he shifts in his recliner* multiplayer meant your friend or sibling played a single player game while you waited and rooted for them to screw up so you could have your turn to play! SMB3 made some progress in this by establishing a cooperative level progression, despite continuing the alternating turns system of play, but it was still waiting impatiently for your turn to play. Other games that did have simultaneous co-op could be frustrating if you had a younger sibling who couldn't hold up to your skill level. Nowadays, you got co-op where players don't get in each other's way, and you even got games that are accessible for players who can't coordinate keeping the acceleration button held down in Mario Kart. I may sound like I'm complaining, but I assure you this is quite the opposite. I might have had better interpersonal relationships growing up if it was more about this level of inclusive play and bonding rather than the confusing cooperative yet competitive setup that led to a rather passive aggressive style of friendships and relationships that I experienced.

A quick update before I wrap this up: I will be going away for a couple of weeks without access to internet, so know that I am okay during this time and will post more when I get back. I would like to ask, has anyone reading this ever called the suicide hotline, and what was that experience like for you? I have not yet called, but I do have them in my contacts (it's 988 in the US for anyone who doesn't know).

The holiday season is filled with controlling propaganda for family, friends, and other such obligations disguised as tradition, so if you are like me and can't conform to society's expectations, just know you aren't alone and that this is a safe spot to share and discuss. You don't have to feel shame and guilt for putting your own health and quality of life first. Trauma sucks, but we all have it. Understand that your own personal experience is valid and that you aren't lesser than anyone else. I hope you are able to find peace and comfort this season in your spirituality because that's far stronger than worrying about the company you keep, possessions you have, or living a lifestyle by others' standards. What's the point in living that way if it just adds to your stress? Family sucks, and that is why I have opted out. If you are considering doing the same but haven't yet, I hope you survive this year. If you are considering breaking free, I'm happy to lend a friendly ear and chat!

#mental health #super mario #video games #scapegoat #actually borderline #tw depressing thoughts #mentally disordered #nintendo switch #smb #super mario bros 3 #cranky kong #black sheep #mental heath support #holiday #survival #favoritism #sibling rivalry #sibling relationship #toxic parents #toxic love #toxic family #toxic relationship #toxic people #multiplayer #inclusion #inclusivity #tolerance #morality #ethics #thought provoking

[askthesciencesquad]

Before you panic! Yes, we’re humans, but we’re not exactly from your world?? We’re kind of from another universe. Dr. Alphys from Gaster Laboratories created an invention that allows us to communicate with you guys across universes! Also, we kind of just show up in random places without any say in where we go, and now we’re here.

*They do not seem to like each other…

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#ask the science squad #undertale #tw bold text #tw caps #askblog #undyne #Asgore #gaster #sibling rivalry tag #ARC TWO

[babyspacebatclone]

I made a comment yesterday about Catra from SPoP having a lot of the same traumas as my brother.

It reminded me of something.

I babble, so the story is below the cut.

But it exactly describes why I, personally, am unsatisfied with the “closure” shown in canon in regards to Catra having a healthy relationship with Adora - any kind of relationship - with the state of self-awareness she ends the series on.

TL;DR:

If my brother interprets something innocent I say as an “attack” on him, there is no winning for me to try and change his mind.

Having a third party attempt to change his mind is most likely to just add to his trauma of me being the “golden child” growing up, which I’ll discuss at the end of the post below.

And my brother interpreting statements from other people, not just me, as a personal attack is not an unexpected occurrence.

Link to a different example that expands on the kinds of things he’ll get into this state over….

I’ll start that my younger brother’s and my history of emotional abuse from a parent figure (our biodad) is many order of magnitudes below Catra’s and Adora’s. And this is not an “obvious” statement if you don’t know me, because sadly there are examples of child abuse out there to be found that surpass Shadow Weaver….

Nevertheless, we very much developed very similar trauma responses and issues: I was the “golden child,” someone who tends to be submissive and helpful as a temperament, lucky enough to find things like school easy; my brother struggled more with his anger, school, and in general just about everything I seemed to be good at.

Even as a teenager (around 16), I could clearly see a dynamic of “I get more positive attention, he gets more attention.”

I don’t know if it’s personality or trauma based on his part, but I also used to have a “joke” about our belongings: “What’s mine is ours and what’s his I don’t touch.”

Both sides of that were dictated by him.

Nevertheless, I always viewed my responsibility as both the oldest child and “one who had it easier” (like, 10 out of 100 is higher than 5 out of 100….) to take care of and protect him, and it wasn’t until we were about 14 and 16 respectively I started to resent that.

I’d resent how he treated me, sure, but I’d always recognized a lot of his behavior problems were my father’s fault.

Speaking of my father, there’s definitely cycles of abuse here; I never wanted nor could have handled the details, but him being raised by first generation German immigrants and then entering the Canadian Air Force gives me things to suspect.

I also cut ties with him at 24; my brother when he was kicked out of the house by him at 17.

(very very long story; we were living with him after the divorce until Mom could get on her feet)

Anyway…..

We’re now both 40+. In many ways, our relationship has improved - we’re the only ones we’re comfortable with discussing we’re Queer within the family, for example - and he definitely wishes we were closer friends.

In the past few years, I’m slowly losing the guilt over me not feeling the same way.

This is the perfect example why.

It was 2019, my brother was early into a new romantic relationship , and Episode 9 of Star Wars was coming out.

My brother was really excited that me and his then-girlfriend were bonding over both being geeks, and he excitedly invited me to go to an advanced showing of The Rise of Starwalker that was happening in a nearby town.

I had very little interest in actually seeing the movie, and am an Autistic Introvert to his Autistic Extrovert, so none of this really sounded like “fun” to me.

But he was excited, and as sibling outings go didn’t sound painful.

So I put on my big-girl big-sister pants on and agreed.

Something with my family is that the person in charge of an outing drives - which is 100% a control thing, and functionally means if you can’t justify driving yourself my mom or my brother (depending on if she’s involved) is picking you up.

(despite not meeting him until I was 22, my step-father and I are exceptionally similar and neither of us rock the boat there)

Once I finally got a driver’s license at 35, I started to hate this system, but again it’s rarely actually painful and thus not worth making a deal over.

Anyway, on the day my brother comes to pick me up. I technically knew he was picking me up first and then we were going to his girlfriend’s new place, but I hadn’t quite processed that this was a short visit and not just her jumping into the car.

So I got into the back seat so she could ride shotgun when we got to her.

My brother found this hilarious (or maybe was pretending to? idk with him…) and teased me for not getting up front with him.

I work as a daycare teacher, and at that time it probably had been only a month since a lead teacher hd come back from maternity leave, and trying to cover her duties for several months had almost - and I am serious here - broken me.

I remember it taking almost 30 seconds for me to understand what the problem was, and when I did I did not want to have to deal with him laughing at me over something so stupid.

So I said something along the lines of “Opps, sorry, braindead, tired from work.”

I need to emphasize:

All I said was that I was tired and blamed my work.

In response, my brother gave me a cptsd flashback.

I was being shouted at, being told I don’t appreciate how tired he is after his - and he’s right here - physically intensive job, do I appreciate anything….

When confronted with something that reminds me of one of my biological father’s outbursts, I immediately drop into “freeze” out of “fight, flight, freeze, fawn.”

I did not understand why he had taken my statement as a direct attack on him, but he had, this was happening, and there was nothing I would be able to do to stop it.

I sat there, silently crying, waiting to be ordered out of his car because I physically could not move until I was given that.

To my complete shock he got silent…

And started the car.

I felt like I was in a parallel universe.

The raw rage was still radiating off my brother, but somehow he had chosen to drive to his then-girlfriend’s place as planned.

I don’t think I was able to give her the full story, but once I basically said I’d upset him she ripped into him for making me cry.

Kinda wish she hadn’t been such a flake in just about every other regard; a girl needs a strong backbone to survive my brother.

After he’d been calmed down, we were back in his car and driving to the movie theatre half an hour away.

By the time we got there my brother was back to his happy excited persona, very very proud that he had thought of such a cool thing for his two geeky girls to do, and the fact it ended up with us seeing Rise of Starwalker didn’t dampen it.

(I shall say I was not impressed with directions taken in the movie, and my overall impressions are shared by specific segments of Star Wars fans)

However…

I never stopped being upset by the entire thing - specifically, that while my brother had apologized for shouting at me, he never apologized for why he had shouted at me.

And as I said at the top of this post, there is no winning if I were the one to try and bring up how hurtful that had been.

I’d either set him off on the entire “you don’t appreciate me!” thing and, ya know?

No, I didn’t appreciate much about this entire endeavor, I was doing it entirely as a favor to you so you could have a fun night out with me on your terms.

Just because you spend a lot of energy doing something you think someone else is going to enjoy, doesn’t automatically force them into actually liking what you are doing.

Sometimes, you have to do a bit of calculus, and figure out mental energy put in versus mental drain during activity versus outcome, and pick things that have a low net loss in order to be a nice decent human being.

Doesn’t mean it’s still not a net loss.

Having a third party explain to my brother he completely flipped over nothing and not every statement about my life being hard means his suffering is invalidated is thin ice too.

Because that’s exactly what had happened.

The only way my brother can feel secure that his needs will be met is if his suffering is acknowledged as the worse, and therefore will be prioritized.

Just like my biological father’s suffering always had to be prioritized.

Just like I learned somewhere early in elementary school that I had to hide my suffering, because entering into the arena of “who needs attention more?” would only end with more trauma for me.

Just like I learned I had to be satisfied with the positive attention people gave me for doing things they thought were worthy, but also not being a “show off” and actually seek out attention because that made me a bad person.

Because I got the most positive attention.

And my brother got the most attention.

And I understand my brother’s traumas.

And the fact he tried to fix things for me by not canceling our event, does show that he does try and improve things, he does know he’s hurting me.

But I can’t think of how explaining “punishing your sister for you mistaking neutral statements for personal attacks” to him is going to be helpful

unless it’s done by a professional.

And I can’t be involved in it in any way, or else it just quite naturally is going to just add to the existing resentment that neither of us could prevent happening when we were children.

Because, yeah, it’s shitty to realize you’re hurting someone you love because of your mistakes.

It’s not something people want to have to admit.

But both our work schedules got super packed due to COVID.

And I haven’t had a “brother led” activity since.

And I don’t fucking ever want to again.

And I still feel guilty about that.

But a fuck ton less than I did in 2021.

#family dynamics #family dysfunction #sibling trauma #sibling rivalry #sibling relationship #tw emotional abuse

[apersonwholikeslotus]

Hungary, showing a pic of Estonia: Hey guys, today my little brother pushed me so I'm starting a Kickstarter to put him down.

Hungary: the benefits of killing him is I would get pushed way less.

#Estonia & Hungary sibling rivalry is what I live for #fun fact: I base literally the entire joke that they hate each other off of 1 article I found once #and I can't even remember exactly what it was about #I just know it had something to do with Estonian and Hungarian embassies that were across the street from each other #and it was titled something like 'A very finno-ugric feud' #aph hungary #hws hungary #aph estonia #hws estonia #hetalia #hetalia incorrect quotes #tw: death mention

[thomasrecipes]

How am I supposed to be my own thinsp0 if I keep letting myself eat as much as my brother? My parents already like him more and on top of it I’m so fat compared to him

Starting tomorrow I’ll be having 50 calls less each day until it’s at 900 or less a day. Wish me luck :) I swear by everything I will be skinny

#weight loss #weight loss journey #inspiration #An4 #tw ana diary #ana trigger #sp0 #i will be weightless #sibling rivalry lmao

[queencvbra]

season 5 is like if they took all the development we’ve been doing over the past 9 months, condensed it down to a summer break, and then changed some of the details so it wouldn’t be that obvious. I said what I said.

#ck spoilers tw #spoilers tw #[ooc] #the way that there are like. direct plot points that are the same. just different people lmao #cali pretty much called daniel's entire arc and we plotted him taking down silver like that way back when we first started writing #chozen giving tory a talk when me and cali have this whole dynamic with her and daniel. our entire plot with robby/tory with roles reversed. #cali called shannon wanting to get robby out of the valley under different circumstances #dee and kt came up with the double sam vision plot #kt's sam and my tory's confrontation about the tournament #hawk/tory sibling rivalry #tory exposing silver #tory getting her hands hurt as a punishment and getting help from a (different) larusso #kreese manipulating tory into staying in ck for that long instead of her own shame doing it to her #tory visiting kreese in jail and questioning what she really means to him #honestly so much of tory's characterization feels like exactly what I was trying to do with her just super condensed lol #there's too much to list it all honestly and I think largely it's bc everyone does so well with their muses #but also it's funny thinking that they ripped off ideas from the fandom like IMAGINE

[vicletfxre]

Closed for @riverswifts​ (Gwayne and Betha!)

“I’m  just  saying,  if  you  want  your  precious  knives  back,  all  you  have  to  do  is  wear  silk  during  the  ball.”  Betha  said  with  a  shrug  between  bites.  It  was  a  dangerous  game,  taking  her  brother’s  knives.  But  what  are  siblings  for  if  not  to  get  under  one’s  skin?  And  besides  that,  they  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  watch  their  brother  turn  into  Westeros’s  most  uncomfortable  peacock,  all  stuck  in  silks  and  decorative  weapons.  “You  might  even  be  able  to  do  the  shocking  thing  known  as  actually  conversing  with  a  living  being.”

#⚔[betha — interactions]⚔ #⚔[betha — gwayne]⚔ #✗[event — draconidis]✗ #sibling RIVALRY sibling RIVALRY #food tw #eating tw

[principiumindividuationis777]

Prior to Wrestlemania 25 and 26, Shawn Michaels (kayfabe) technically defeated The Undertaker in a Hell in a Cell match. Of course, that was because of a very angry little brother...

#Kane #professional wrestling #Hell in a Cell #90s #red aesthetic #tw: flash #Glen Jacobs #sibling rivalry

[lcstkey]

Keep thinking about what happens after the Shadows in Witchdrop drabble and I think I kinda have it pinned down.

Selena's Corridors of Darkness aren't really reliable and can be volatile if anyone other than herself or those with the Kingdom-Hearts edition [Org. XII] black cloaks walk/falls/dives into one. Her destination could literally be anywhere.

But for simplicity's sake, that corridor takes her to Idyllshire where she takes a recovery break, a haircut because I know she'd accidentally fry her hair with that thundaza spell, and some adventuring where she'd meet and eventually befriend Roundrox.

She will call herself Selena Wolfsong again because Artemis died at the North Shroud, pushed off the cliff. Her progress regresses. Unable to trust anyone, she adventures and often takes quests alone.

Eventually, Selena will leave Idyllshire to deliver the letters and the Dragoon soul stone she had found and trek all the way to Ishgard. The delivery does not go well and she ends up fleeing. This will open up a questline where the deceased's young child wants to try to return the soul stone back to her. Unlike Selena, they are aware that the stone chose her. She just thought it was a shiny, lucky rock.

Selena will try to make her way back to Gridania. She had left behind Lisanna the squirrel and Squackers the griffin cub and she misses them. She also wants to dig up and reclaim her backpack at the Bramble Patch but does not want to run into Carlisle again. Or anyone else at Gridania who knew Artemis for that matter.

She will be likely to send Umbra to fetch Lisanna and Squackers. Knowing Umbra, this will very much cause chaos since Umbra's body is made from darkness and will likely be mistaken for a Voidset or a dangerous familiar conjured by dark magic. But the two critters will remember him from when they took naps together with Sel.

#A New Home [FF14 x KH AU] | Headcanon #headcanon #maybe I should link this to the verse page #I have been playing Fall Guys lately and I got the Alisaie costume #So every time I see a player in an Alphinaud costume there's instant sibling rivalry and I love it #Especially since every Alphinaud player so far has beaten me in the first round and now I'm just >0 #channeling my inner Alisaie #long post tw

[sortofanobsession]

Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 7 (Umbrella Academy WIP) Diego x Reader slow burn

Author’s note: Another chapter. Events of Episode 1x06 The Day That Wasn't. Rough Translations are at the end. Enjoy.

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname.  Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn Season 1)

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 8

Word count: 4k+

Content Warning: Gun Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Drugs, Withdrawals, Mentions of Death, Knives, Arguing, Sibling Rivalry, Guilt, Cussing/Swearing, Canon Typical Neglect, Manipulation, Violence, Angst

Chapter 7: Nothing That Matters

“Oh, good,” Luther says as he sees Klaus. “You're up. We need to talk. You, me, and the others. So meet me in the living room. Like, now-ish.” 

“Yeah, that sounds like a real rager,” Klaus replies. “But my schedule's already chock-full.” 

“Yeah, no time for that,” Luther says. “The world's ending in three days.”  

“Excuse me?” Y/N stares at him as Allison gives out the coffee she brought for everyone. 

“Three days?” Allison repeats. 

“That's what Five said,” Luther tells them. 

“The old bastard did mention the apocalypse, come to think of it," Klaus says. “He just left out the part about how soon.”

The glow around Y/N shifts, intensifying before seeming to pull tighter around her. She rubs her arms. She thinks about everything she has talked to her brothers about in the past few days and consciously pulls the Wisp in to try and hide her feelings better than she has in the past. She and Five used to be close. It's not until she feels Diego next to her that she looks at him. “I thought it was drunk hyperbole,” she tells him.

“We all did,” Diego assures her. 

“But can we trust him? I don't know if you've noticed, but Five's a little…”  Allison asks, whistling and gesturing that he is cuckoo.

“Our little psycho,” Klaus chuckles. 

“He was pretty convincing,” Luther notes. “If he wasn't trying to stop an apocalypse, those lunatics wouldn't be chasing him.” 

“That's why they were after him?” Diego asks.

“Yeah.” 

“What did Five even see?” Allison asks Luther. 

Luther hesitates, “Uh... Apparently, we all fought together against whoever was responsible.”

“And he didn’t tell you, Y/N?” Allison asks.

“No, he told me that he had it handled, and he’d tell me if it didn’t work.” 

“I guess it didn’t work,” Diego states.

“Okay.” Luther says awkwardly as he stands up from his seat, seemingly wanting to move on. “So, here's the plan.” Luther begins, “Uh, we go through Dad's research…” 

“Wait, what?” Allison asks. “Hold on, hold on.” 

“Maybe I should try and find those assassins. I can-” Y/N starts.

“We need a plan first,” Diego tells her.

“As I said, Dad’s research,” Luther tries to explain again.

“Wait a tick, wait a tick, wait a tick.” Klaus asks. “What actually happened the first time around?” 

“Yeah." Diego agrees. "What are you not tellin' us? Come on, big boy, spit it out.” 

Luther sighs and mumbles an answer. “We died.” 

“What was that?” Allison asks him.

He coughs and clarifies. “I said, uh, we died.”

Y/N reaches over without thinking and grabs Diego’s hand. He grips her hand tight. It is too quiet as it seems to sink in. 

Diego tosses a knife in the air and catches it like a nervous habit behind the bar. Y/N has her elbows on the bar in front of them and rubs at her temples. He watches her closely as she leans heavily against the surface.

"No, we need to figure this out."

"Is it just us?"

"It's everybody."

"In the house?" 

"The whole planet?" 

"No, outside the house."

"Everyone died."

"Wow," she breathes and startles slightly when she feels a hand on her back. She looks up to find a slightly concerned-looking Diego glancing from her to the entryway where Viktor and Leonard now stand. She follows his gaze and immediately strengthens up. Diego's hand stays where it is. She finds it oddly comforting. She isn't used to people showing up and her not noticing through the Wisp. Her brothers might be right, and she is pushing it too far. She leans into Diego without thinking. He doesn't seem to mind. He just shifts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her in tight against his side. On instinct, she pulls the Wisp in as much as she can to dim her glow and lets Diego sort of shield her from the stranger now in the room. 

Viktor gives her an odd look at how she practically shrinks into Diego's side before shifting their gaze to Diego's stern look and then to the others.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"What's going on?" Viktor asks.

"It's a family matter."

"A family matter. So you couldn't bother to include me."

"V, we-" she tries but gives up as the others start. She just leans further into Diego. 

"You're okay. I got you," he whispers to her, nearly against her temple, before he turns back to watch the rest of the group. 

"No, it's not like that," Luther tries. 

"We were-"

"Don't let me interrupt," Viktor tells them.

"Wait."

"I'll fill you in later when we're alone," Allison tells her.

"Please, please, don't bother,” Viktor says. “And I won't either."

"Viktor, that's not fair."

"Fair? There's nothing fair about being your brother,” Viktor looks at them all. “I have been left out of everything for as long as I can remember. And I used to think it was Dad's fault, but he's dead. So it turns out you're the assholes." 

“Ouch,” Klaus says. They all feel it. 

Y/N leans her forehead against Diego’s shoulder and wishes the ground would just swallow her whole. They all feel guilty. Diego doesn’t like that feeling, so he does what he does best, focuses on something else. Something he can do. Like running his hand along her arm to anchor her. To give her something else to focus on too. 

“Viktor’s just angry,” Diego whispers. “You always tried, but Dad never let him in on what mattered.”

“Doesn’t matter, V still hates us,” she says, but it comes out mumbled on his shoulder.

"I'm gonna go find Viktor and explain," Allison says.

"No, wait, there isn't time." 

At that, Y/N just closes her eyes and basically gives up holding her own weight. She knows Diego has her. The Wisp is still hidden away. And she takes a moment to just embrace the dark. One moment of weakness won't kill her. She misses the confused look from Klaus and the concerned one from Luther. "Get on with it," Diego mouths, holding her tight as best he can with his good arm. 

"We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse," the discussion starts again.

"Now, there are loads of possibilities. Nuclear war, asteroids.” Everyone seems to be at least somewhat focused. 

She just listens.

“But I'm thinking this is about the Moon."

"Right? Dad must have sent me up there for a reason,” Luther agrees. "And I was giving him daily updates on the conditions, I sent field samples."

"The first thing we need to do-is find his research."

"Hold on. Hold the phone," Klaus interrupts. "We all died fighting this thing the first time around. Remember?” 

“Klaus, shockingly, has a point,” Diego says. “What gives us a win this time?"

"Five. Last time we didn't have him. We weren't all together. This time, we'll have the full force of the Umbrella Academy. That's what we need."

"So, where's Five now?"

"Nowhere I've found," she says as she finally opens her eyes and lets the Wisp form. She attempts to strengthen her resolve. They have too much to do. It’s selfish for her to put all her strength in Diego. He has his own fight to finish.She moves to stand on her own. 

"Well, he had a plan to change the timeline," Luther informs. “He'll be back soon."

"I'm going after Hazel and Cha-Cha," Diego says as he pulls away from her now that she has it more together. She smiles sadly. She knew he’d say that.

"What, right now?" Luther asks.

 "Hell, yeah. Three days. I'm losing light by the minute."

"Wait, Diego," Luther tries to stop him. "Look, I know you wanna avenge your friend, but we got a bigger problem here."

"She wasn't just some friend. If I'm gonna die, I need to know I killed those bastards first."

"It's not about Dad," Diego says. 

"It's not about me."

While Diego and Luther argue, Klaus looks at Y/N

“You okay, Sunshine?” Klaus asks.

“Just a bit tired,” she admits. “How about you? You look a little green around the gills.” 

Klaus chuckles. “No need to worry about me, Sunshine.”

“Wanna take a nap like the old days?” she asks. 

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” Klaus smirks. “But raincheck, there’s something I need to do.”

“Okay.” She huffs a laugh.  

"The longer I wait, Hazel-” Diego continues to argue. 

“You don't have to do this alone,” Luther tells him. "I know how important this is to you."

"Stop making it about you." Diego glares. 

"I'm coming with you," she says since she couldn’t convince Klaus to rest. Maybe she could help keep Diego out of trouble.

"You're staying here," he tells her. 

"Not happening," she shakes her head.

"Not up for debate," he insists. "You're exhausted, and you didn't even notice Viktor got here. Your guard is down because you need sleep. Fin de la discusión."

"Klaus? Klaus?” Luther looks at Klaus as he starts to leave. “Klaus!"

Klaus is caught. "Yeah! Sorry."

"So, what?” Luther affronts. “You're giving up on the world, too?"

 "Yeah, pretty much.” Klaus nods. “Yeah. Mm-hmm."

"So that's it. You're cool with us all dying in three days? I can't believe it."

"It's just us,” Luther looks at Allison, but Allison already has her mind made up. He can tell she does. “Oh, please, not you, too."

"I have to book a flight back to LA. If this happens I have to be with my daughter, custody be damned. And you said it yourself we need the full force of the Academy to even stand a chance.

I'm sorry, Luther."

Luther looks over at Y/N.

“I’m here, Luther. I’ll help, but Diego’s right. I’m no use to anyone if V and her friend could get the drop on the Wisp. Anyone can. Just give me a couple of hours to rest up, you find that research, and I’ll help you go through it. Or I can search once I’ve gotten some sleep.”

“Fine,” Luther relents. 

“It’s a few hours, and then I can get back to going at lightspeed. I’ll be able to literally speed this process up. So, wake me up when Five gets here, or you find anything. Okay, big brother?” She gives his forearm a squeeze to attempt to reassure him. 

“Yeah, okay, I will.” He agrees. He notices Allison raising an eyebrow as she gathers her things. 

“We get gruff, and she gets off easy?” Allison smirks, but there is a hint of hurt to it. “Since when is she your ‘little sister’? Or is it because you’re Number One and she’s Number Eight?”

Luther is confused for a second by the strange look. “She says it because I’m literally huge now. She thinks it’s funny, and it’s not mean, not the way she means it. It…solidarity? I don’t know. It’s- she wanted me to know I’m not the only that can’t hide who they are. She can’t just turn the glow off. She means well. But that’s not important. She’s right. She needs sleep. She’s the only other person that has been trying to get everyone on the same team. And honestly, she keeps Diego in line better than anyone else. She’s trying to help, probably too much. And that’s more than anyone else is willing to do. That and her plan actually works and could benefit all of us. I don’t see anyone else trying. Or staying.”

“Rude,” Allison says. “But point taken.”

Y/N goes to get something to eat and is absolutely shocked to see Grace.

“Mom?” she smiles. 

“Y/N, are you alright? You look tired.”

“I am, but you’re back. That’s great. Diego will be so happy.”

Grace smiles. “How can I help you?”

“It’s fine I was just going to get a snack and take a nap.”

“Sit, I will make you something to eat,” Grace tells her.

“That’s not necessary, Mom, I can-”

“If you truly are tired, then I must insist,” Grace states. “It’s for your safety. Can’t risk our little ray of sunshine.” 

She knows better than to argue with Grace. So she sits at the table and waits. Grace starts to make her something to eat. She smiles when Grace sets a bowl of fresh oatmeal in front of her. 

“Something hearty that hopefully won't upset your stomach while you rest,” Grace tells her.

“You always know just what we need,” she smiles up at Grace. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Anytime, Y/N,” Grace returns her smile easily. “I am happy to help.” She listens to Grace tidy up the kitchen as she eats. 

“I hate this room,” Diego says.

“Oh, it got me high enough. I picked it clean of anything of value after Daddy kicked the bucket.

That's it, tighter and higher. Ooh. Ouf! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Fine.”

“Ooh! Aah! - Aah!”

“If I see a boner, I'm out,” Diego tells him. “End of the world and you wanna get sober all of a sudden. Don't get me wrong, man. Good by you. But I'd think you'd wanna pop every pill on the planet.”

“Oh, the thought did cross my mind, believe me,” Klaus admits, “but there's something I need to do, and the whole pesky thing doesn't seem to work unless I'm sober.”

“Is this is about conjuring the one you lost? What was her name?” 

“His name was Dave,” Klaus says. “We soldiered together in the A Shau Valley in the Mountain of the Crouching Beast.”

“Well, Dave must have been a very special person to put up with your weird-ass shit.”

“Yeah,” Klaus agrees. “Yeah, he was He was kind, and strong, and vulnerable, and beautiful.

Beautiful. And I was foolish enough to follow him all the way to the front line.”

“You fought in the shit?” Diego is a bit shocked. 

“Oh yeah, baby.”

“How'd they let you do that?”  

“Let me? War couldn't take enough bodies. Please. Including his.”

“Hey, look at us,” Klaus says. “Loggin' in some quality bro time before the end of the world.”

“Yeah, might as well.” Diego admits. “Everyone I like is already dead.”

“Ah, yes. The lady cop.”

“Yeah.”

“Mom, too. I let them both down. So here I am. Alone with you.” Diego pats Klaus’ shoulder.

“You still have Sunshine. Doesn’t Y/N count?” Diego doesn’t answer. He just turns to leave.

“Ah, shit!” Klaus curses.

“What?” turns around to ask.

“I need to pee.”

Y/N changes course on her way to her room when she hears voices in what is usually just a quiet storage area of the house.

“You know, no, I,” She hears Klaus say. “I think I think this was Whoa. Wait.” She hears when she is closer to the door. “I think this was a bad idea.” 

“What is-” she asks herself but stops.

“I just I should have had just one last hit to ease me into it. That's all I need.”

She sighs. 

“No, no, no.”

“I'll be right back,” Klaus says.

“I don't think so,” she hears Diego say.

“That's not how it works, Diego.”

“Nope,” Diego's tone confident. “Sit down.”

“Diego, listen,” she hears Klaus beg. “Just listen.”

“Sit.”

“Just listen.”

She moves closers when she hears Klaus coughing and groaning.

“Sit your ass down. Sit down. Sit down.”

“Nope.”

“Stop it!”

“Nope!” 

“Get off!”

“Get…Get off! Get off!”

She couldn’t stand it anymore, she rushes in. “What the fuck?!” She stares in shock at the scene before her. Diego is tying Klaus to a chair. 

“Sunshine!” Klaus shouts. But Diego doesn’t stop. “Damn it, Diego! - Damn it! Stop it!” Klaus puts up a fight. She goes to stop him.

“STAY PUT!” Diego shouts at Klaus. She slaps Diego across the face the moment he turns to her so he can explain. Both Diego and Klaus freeze, stunned by what just happened. 

“EXPLAIN NOW!” she demands.

“He asked me to!” Diego shouts as Klaus goes to get up. Diego moves to stop him.

“STOP!” She shouts. “Just…stop.”

“Tell her,” Diego demands of Klaus.

“Sunshine, I-” Klaus starts. He eyes the angry red tint of the Wisp. 

“The truth,” Diego instructs. When Klaus doesn’t say anything, she looks at Diego.  

“He asked me to tie him up so he could sober up and would be able to summon the guy he lost.”

“And he changed his mind?” she asks.

“I’m right here,” Klaus grumbles. 

“He’s an addict, of course he’s going to fight it, he-”

She held her hand up to stop him. “Okay, just…” she weighs her options. None of them seem anything short of painful or distressing. “And you both agree this is the only way?”

“He said it was," Diego explains. "And he agreed the first time I tied him up. Then he had to pee.” She sighs and rubs at her temples. If Klaus had admitted that this is how it needs to be. It might be true. She knows how he is with these things. She gets why he asked Diego. He knew she wouldn't have done it. She caves too easily when Klaus begs. She just hates to see her siblings suffer.

“Okay,” she relents and waves at Diego. When it’s clear she might actually let Diego finish, Klaus starts begging again. 

"Seriously?" Klaus stares at her. "Come on, Sunshine, please."

"If you told him this was the only way," she says. Diego takes it as the go-ahead to keep tying Klaus up. 

"Don't you love me?" Klaus tries, his eyes on her.

"Of course, but if I-" she starts, but Diego isn't having it.

"Don't put this on her," Diego scolds. "You asked for this. She offered you a nap and probably cuddles like when you were kids. You said no. You said it has to be this. We already went over this."

“Listen, listen. Listen to me. Listen to me. I can conjure her for you,” Klaus tells him. His sister gapes in shock. “Patch! I can-” 

“Don't use her name like that, okay?” Diego half snaps. She looks between them, unsure if she should step in and just end this entire situation.

“Sunshine, please,” Klaus looks up at her.

“Diego, maybe-” she starts.

“We all know he can't conjure shit until clean,” Diego says to her before turning back to Klaus. “I don't wanna see her until I can tell her that I buried the bastards that killed her.”

“Please. Please, Y/N, Diego. Please. Please.” Every alarm is going off in her head to help him.

“Trust me, Luz, this is probably the safest way to do this. He can't hurt himself this way,” Diego tries to assure her before again turning to Klaus and holding up a bucket. “This is for next time. Puke, pee, whatever you need. Multipurpose. See?” 

“Diego…” she starts, but he stands up and grabs her wrist, and tugs her towards the door. 

“He’ll thank us later.” 

“Y/N! Diego! Guys, please come back! Diego! You prick!” 

Diego doesn’t let her go until they can’t hear Klaus shouting anymore.

"Luz," he starts as he sees her looking back the way they came. "You have to trust me. Trust him."

"Maybe I should use Wisp to-" she starts to walk back, but he cuts her off.

"To what? Make sure he stays in the chair while he begs and prods at your psyche. He will say anything in that state. You heard him. He already questioned if you loved him. And we all know you do. Because you have always looked after him. He will tear you down, and you'll end up hurting. And he'll sober up and then feel bad, I would hope. He'll apologize, and you will forgive him, but ultimately, you'll both be more broken and worse off than you started. Or you cave, he gets high, he still ends up hurting you, and none of us can do anything. So I'm going to stop you now because I don't want any of that. Not for you. Not for him. This is what he wants. To see Dave, to be able to use his powers for something other than the shit dad made him do. I know you are used to saving him, but if we survive all this, he needs to be able to do this all on his own." She looks back down the hall.

"But he-" 

"Hey," he grabs her chin gently with his good hand and turns her to look at him. "This sucks for you after what happened. You thought you lost him. I know, but it'll be good for you too. You won't have to worry as much if he is sober and can handle things better." 

"Okay," she agrees. 

"Good," Diego pulls her into a one-armed hug. 

"But are you okay?" She asks when they pull apart.

"What?" He looks at her. "He didn't make it easy to do one-handed but-"

"He brought up Patch, and earlier, you said-"

"I just want to find the assholes that killed her-"

"And shot both of us," she adds.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten," he grumbles. "And we don't have much time to do it." 

"Want me to look for them?"

"Not yet, but if it comes to it, I'll let you know."

"Okay." 

He makes sure she actually goes to her room before he heads downstairs to leave. He is shocked when he runs into Grace.

"How are you walking around?" Diego asks Grace. 

"One foot in front of the other," she replies easily. "Why? How do you do it?" 

"Mom, I - What's the last thing you remember?"

 "Oh, let's see," she begins. "March 21st. Sunset was 7:33 p.m. Moon was waxing crescent. Dinner was Cornish hen, rice, carrots."

"Mom, that happened over a week ago," Diego tells her. "Do you remember anything else?"

"No. Not until I made breakfast earlier for Y/N," she admits before adding. “I suppose that's odd.”

“You made breakfast for Y/N?” He asks. His sister hadn’t mentioned it. Then again, she had been focused on Klaus when she found them. He can’t really blame her for not mentioning it. But it was odd.

 "She looked so tired, but she was headed off to her room to rest when she finished. Is she not there now? I should check-”

“No, Mom, she’s there. I just left her there.”

“That’s good. She needs her rest,” Grace says before shifting the topic. “I wonder what the weather is like today. It would be nice to go to the park."

"Dad, never let you off the grounds," Diego tells her. Grace grips his good hand.

"Your father isn't here anymore," she says, hinting she knows more, but Diego doesn't notice, or if he does, he doesn't care.

"You can do whatever you want, Mom," he states.

“Unless you’d rather wait for your sister?” Grace offers.

“No, no…she needs her rest,” he nods. “Let’s go.”

He takes her for a walk in the park, where no one can hear them.

"Dad was wrong for keeping you locked up all those years. I should have said something. We all should have."

"There's something else that needs to be said, Diego. Pogo and I, we've been lying. Lying to all of you."

*Five resets everything, and it’s back to earlier in the day, 8:15 a.m.*

Diego keeps Y/N tucked into his side and ignores the odd looks he gets from their siblings. He really doesn't care. 

"We all died fighting this thing the first time around." He feels her tense against him as Klaus reminds them. "Remember?" 

"Klaus, shockingly, has a point," Diego says. "What gives us a win this time?"  He moves to block her from the violent swirling portal and pulls a knife to face any threat that comes through. Five drops out of the portal and onto the bar with a briefcase. Diego feels her grip tighten on his shirt.

"Je-Jesus!" Allison startles.

"You guys, am I still high," Klaus asks. "Or do you see him, too?" 

"Five?" Y/N asks as she moves out from behind Diego. "What happened?"

"Five, where have you been?"

"Are you all right?"

"Who did this? 

Five steals Allison’s coffee after getting down off the bar. 

"Irrelevant." Five says. "So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us." 

"The Umbrella Academy," Luther adds.

"Yeah, but with me,” Five states. “Obviously. So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed."

"Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us? No." Klaus shakes his head, seemly agreeing with what Five has said. Five continues. “And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead."

"I know who's responsible for the apocalypse,” he tells all of you. “This is who we have to stop."

"Harold Jenkins?” Allison reads. 

“Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego asks. 

Translations:

"Fin de la discusión." End of discussion.

#the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves x female!reader #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x y/n #will o the wisp ua fic #tw: gun violence #tw: knives #tw: gunshot wounds #tw: injury #tw: drugs #tw: withdrawals #tw: mentions of death #tw: sobriety #tw: arguing #tw: sibling rivalry #tw: guilt #tw: swearing #tw: cussing #tw: anger #tw: depression #tw: grief #tw: canon typical violence #tw: manipulation #tw: violence #tw: angst #tw: lying #tw: tied up #tw: ropes #tw: slapping

[neuro-gal-thoughts]

Being the Younger Sister

If I can find the video, I will link it.

Earlier this week, I was watching a lot of Youtube videos, and when I was in the middle of watching videos about female friendships, female insecurities, etc there was a comment I read that resonated with me. The commenter said something to effect of feeling like due to their position as the less pretty sister/the fat sister, she had to put herself and her own life on hold, as if she wasn't allowed a full life until "later".

I imagine people see the sister dynamic being like Daria and Quinn from Mtv's late 90s/early 00s teen cartoon show. You have the more reserved, quiet sister who doesn't like social conformity, like Daria. And then you have the more bubbly, talkative sister who is all about social hierarchies, like Quinn.

And that's just how it is. Not everyone is the same and just because they're family doesn't mean they run in the same circles.

And while that is true in a lot of cases, I think this depiction is a romanticized depiction of most sisterly relationships/dynamics.

Let's also talk about patriarchy and how many communities only value a girl/woman as potential wives and mothers and what happens when a mother has 2 daughters.

Living under patriarchy, we have to pit women against each other, so my mom prioritized her attention on my sister.

I honestly can't figure out what it truly was that had my mom hyperfocus on my sister. All I can speak to is my memories and experiences.

I believe my mom hyperfocused on my sister because she was the eldest. And now as an adult, I understand that there is often a lot of pressure and responsibility placed upon the eldest daughter, especially in dysfunctional families. I also believe that it was also due to the fact that my sister had a more angular face shape than me, naturally thin, and because she was able to speak first she was given more attention.

Like, I don't know how to really word this.

Conscious or subconscious, my mom chose to invest in my sister. Invest in her social life by asking her about her friends and trying to find out if boys were talking to her once she hit puberty. Take her out shopping for clothes. Push her to join in on conversations with the aunties at family functions.

From my memories, my mom never bothered to have any one on one conversations with me (like, I can't think of having a real conversation with my mom, like one that was literally just sitting down and talking about anything at all, until I was in my late 20s). When I went clothes shopping with her, the only time my mom would talk to me about clothes was to tell me I was too fat to fit in any of the clothes I was looking at. She didn't select clothing items for me to try on and when she did buy me clothes they didn't fit. And around the aunties my mom would make unprovoked mean comments at my expense that garnered uproarious laughter when given any sort of attention outside of being told to help do work at said family events (to this day I don't know how much of these memories are exaggerated recollections due to heightened feelings). Like, I could be sitting down, minding my own business and my mom would point to me and be like, "look at what my daughter is wearing, she's so clueless, doesn't know how to dress herself at all," as she and my aunt are right next to me while we're prepping food for a family lunch.

As for my sister, she only ever saw me as a threat growing up. She was raised to believe that she had to pit herself against other girls and women, and that included her younger sister. Or at least, that's how I believe my sister sees the world.

I also felt like my sister's hatred towards me was two-fold. The first reason she hated me was that I was her competition. She had to compete for attention with me because I simply was another girl/another offspring. And the second reason was that I was lame compared to her.

While it made it easier for her to be seen as the better sister by simply being prettier, better dressed and skinny, it also embarrassed her that she had to be seen with me. I was shy (and if I wasn't quiet and trying to shrink into a corner I was too loud and brash with weird intense outbursts people seemed to have not seen coming), fat and unkempt.

So even though she was seen in an idealized lens, I was always there smudging up her perfect image in one way or another.

And so it was conditioned into me not to get in my sister's way. Which also meant getting out of my family's way.

They were hinging all their community worth on my older sister so they were all so eager to put on a show at how smart and pretty my sister was. I had to be there to make sure to do whatever they needed me to do to help them. If that meant shutting the fuck up and sitting still in the corner, so be it.

Even if it meant I no longer had underwear that fit, clean clothes to wear to school, help finishing my 2nd grade English homework. I just had to shut the fuck up and leave everyone alone.

I'm not writing this to get people to feel sorry for me. It was just the conditions I grew up in. Even though I had parents and siblings, I never had any guidance.

And due to this...I just was never seen as a real person. I was treated like a hired hand. Someone there to do tasks when addressed. Inconveniencing when needed to be taken care of and only taken care of if absolutely there is no way to work around this (like, my parents didn't take me to see a doctor when I sprained my ankle at the age of 15; they handed me crutches a family friend gave to us and told me to go back to school).

When my sister got married and moved out, instead of positioning me as the next amazing project for my mom, I remained the hired hand.

There were no longer expectations to cattle off a daughter to a viable bachelor because they already did that whole shebang with the eldest daughter and it was a resounding success.

And because I was fat and unkempt, the attempts would mean a lot more work and investment from my mom, and I was already almost out of high school so there was no point. I'm the diseased cow no one wants anyway so my parents will just keep me around to sow their garden until....???? Some rando comes knocking on their door and asks if they have a cow to sell? It'll be just as fine if said cow just dies. So long as it remained useful while they still had me.

All my parents wanted out of me was to keep taking care of the house and my other siblings. They weren't going to stop me from pursuing my dreams but they weren't going to help me strive towards them either. But I had to make sure the house was functioning and that my younger siblings were also taken care of in one way or another.

So you know, a lifetime of no support led me to believe my life is a not a real life.

What's also....interesting for me, is that I feel like it's insulting when people start praising me for my successes or showing signs of...IDK envy?? in how I live my life. That resentful feeling of, you never saw me as a real person until I "proved" it is intrinsic to my existence.

I don't know how healthy it is, but I...don't know how to not feel mad, you know? I don't know how to not feel bitter.

I just feel defensive feeling of, "Back the fuck off and leave me alone."

I don't want to live in extremes, but if it's between living a life in which I prioritize myself before others or I prioritize others before me, I'm choosing myself first.

I was conditioned into accepting that I had to prioritize others before me, and while it does feel good to help others, it's not a fulfilling life to do nothing but give to others.

Part of me feels like it's a brainwashing of sorts when people tell me that I'm a "good person" for helping others. Like, I don't know...it makes me feel so uneasy when people tell me that I'm nice or that I care a lot... Whether others are aware of it, whether it's conscious or subconscious, I feel like people make this statement of, "You're a good person, you do good for this world," it allows them to do bad things themselves. Whether if in that moment they are leeching off my "good deeds" and applying it themselves so in that moment they too are a "good person" by proxy of being around someone as "good" as me. Or if they feel inferior and pointing out my "goodness" highlights their "badness" so they might as well accept that they're bad so they're going to do bad things because hey, I'm the "good people" in this world so they don't need to be the "good people" in this world.

Am I just reading people and situations too hard?

#neurodivergent #tw parental abuse #tw abuse #parental abuse #patriarchy #sibling rivalry #sibling dynamics

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

scanners takes sibling rivalry to a whole new level like have you ever psychically battled each other after a huge argument that causes some horrendous bodily mutilations and death where one's consciousness gets forcibly imprinted onto the other

#scanners #lmaooooo #body horror tw #talk about sibling rivalry will you

[askthesciencesquad]

By the way, King Asgore, thank you for treating us with such courtesy. It’s not every day that random disembodied voices suddenly show up and start speaking to you. Yet, you remained calm despite the odd situation and even offered us tea! You’re very kind.

*Thank you! He’s a very handsome guy! :D

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[NEXT]

[PREVIOUS]

[INDEX]

#drawinf Asgore doing the lil ‘blep’ thing added years to my life #not to mention undyne’s lil >:3 in the last panel In #all of these people give me life #anyway! #ask the science squad #undertale #tw bold text #tw caps #askblog #gaster #Asgore #undyne #ARC TWO #sibling rivalry tag

[hp-hcs]

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male, nonbinary, & gender-neutral readers x hp characters

NOT UP TO DATE!!!

requests: open! (RULES)

join the taglist!

Do you hate it when you find a fic that says “x reader” only for it to have she/her pronouns, as if it’s some inherent rule that only fem people read fanfiction? WELL DO I HAVE A BLOG FOR YOU.

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am i reorganizing my masterlist for the 10,000th time? yep! i’ve finally written enough that i need to break this down into tinier masterlists!

key: 🚹 = male reader ⚧️ = nonbinary reader 🚻 = gender-neutral reader

☣️ = yandere tw 💥 = violence tw ‼️ = homophobia/transphobia tw 🩸 = blood/gore tw 🧨 = implied sexual content/sexual innuendos ❤️‍🔥 = smut tw

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mattheo riddle masterlist

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theodore nott masterlist

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polyamorous/non-monogamous masterlist

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“Splinched” masterlist • theodore nott 🚹🩸

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“Pansy’s Brother” masterlist • theodore nott 🚹 ☣️ 💥

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“lipstick” masterlist • enzo berkshire and draco malfoy 🚻 ☣️ ❤️‍🔥

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“watercolors” masterlist • tom riddle 🚹

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“The Doll” masterlist • enzo berkshire, regulus black, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle, and blaise zabini 🚻 💥

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“phoenix tears” masterlist • riddle brothers 🚹 ‼️💥🩸

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draco malfoy:

the audacity, i can’t believe this 🚹

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enzo berkshire:

shut up 🚹☣️❤️‍🔥

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ron weasley:

love triangle 🚹

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neville longbottom:

mr. green thumb 🚻

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weasley twins:

common room confessions 🚹

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blaise zabini:

uniforms ⚧️

fiendfyre 🚹

yandere! blaise zabini headcanons 🚻

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narcissa malfoy:

yandere! mother! headcanons 🚻 ☣️💥

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riddle brothers:

June 🚻

crystal 🚻☣️💥 (referenced attempted S/A tw)

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pansy parkinson:

paralyzer 🚻

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viktor krum:

sibling rivalry 🚻

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slytherin boys hcs:

slytherin boys: gn! muggleborn! reader’s music taste is rather…unexpected 🚻

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random non-reader stories:

key:

❌= implied/referenced child abuse tw 🛑= graphic child abuse tw

“where have you been?”

molly weasley discovers the extent of the dursleys’ abuse ❌

the weasley family and their cinematic adventures

just some funky lil headcanons

Harry Potter and the Amount of Abuse He Suffered at the Hands of His Guardians That Doesn’t Get Mentioned Nearly Enough (aka LET THE POOR BOY BE TRAUMATIZED)

writing prompt: “…jegulus taking in teenage harry after he runs away from the dursleys” 🛑 ❌

untitled tomarry thingy (i just love them okay)

writing prompt: “Touch starved Tom / Voldemort” 🛑 ❌

two thousand words of pure marauders-raise-harry fluff

writing prompt: “regulus black becoming the best seeker ever and harry being his biggest fan and then he finds out that his dad use to date him and he tries (and plots with sirius) to get them back together just so he can call the regulus black his stepdad”

Children Don’t Belong in Cupboards (pt. 1/?)

synopsis: jily comes to the dursleys’ to get their son back 🛑 ❌

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#harry potter #hp #hp x male reader #x male reader #tom riddle #weasley twins #fred weasley #george weasley #gay #weasley family #marauders era #draco x reader #draco malfoy #jegulus #x reader #hp x gn reader #mattheo riddle x reader #tom riddle x male reader #tom riddle x reader #x gender neutral reader #male reader #theodore nott #blaise zabini #fuck jkr