#sibling banter

[corpseflowerisregulus]

Sirius: Let's get to talking about my outfit

Regulus: no one was talking about that

Sirius: which is why I'm trying to get that ball rolling

Sirius: so how does it look? It's good, right?

[enha4everr]

the beginner’s session — psh

PAIRING: park sunghoon x reader

GENRE: older brother’s friend, established relationship, fluff, skinship, teasing.

SYNOPSIS: When Jake drags you and Sunghoon to the ice rink, he’s determined to keep an eye on you two. But true to form — a literal walking disaster, he somehow ends up face-first on the frozen surface. As Jake attempts to recover, it’s the quiet moments between you and Sunghoon that make the sparks impossible to ignore.

Jake had one job. Just one.

He made it his mission to keep an eye on you and Sunghoon. But leave it to him to turn the simplest task into a full-on disaster.

The sharp crack of a push-along penguin collides with the ice. The sound snaps your attention away from the pink laces of your skates.

And there he is, the nation’s natural walking disaster, arms flailing wildly, knees buckling, and his whole body tilted at an angle that absolutely screams this is going to end badly. A yell of horror bursts from his mouth, dramatic and doomed as he full-body slams into the rink barriers.

He hits the ice with all the grace of a collapsing lawn chair, now sprawled along the edge of the rink, muttering something about a “total backstab from the ice gods.”

You blink. Then sigh.

What was he even thinking? Seriously? Who steps onto the ice like that? With zero coordination. No warm-up. No plan. Just blind faith and vibes.

What an idiot.

Jake’s left skate twitches. It's just as traumatised as he is. His face twists into a painfully awkward grimace, as if he's stepped on a Lego. He weakly throws a thumbs-up, like a man trying to convince the world (and himself) that nothing about this moment is humiliating.

Hand clasped over your mouth, you’re stifling in a chuckle which earns you a look that’s part betrayal, part plea for help. As if it’s your fault gravity has it out for him today.

“Should’ve stayed off the ice, genius,” you tease, glancing back at Sunghoon who’s effortlessly executing a perfect spin.

Jake frowns, wobbling as he tries to stand with all the determination of someone who’s clearly lost the battle already.

“Did I ask for your commentary?”

“I’m just doing my job” you say, hands raised in mock defence, watching him trip over his own feet... again.

Jake winces, rubbing his elbow as he tries to sit up, but before he can say anything, Sunghoon’s gliding over effortlessly, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. He comes to a smooth stop beside Jake’s sprawled form.

He leans down, offering a hand with a growing grin. “You alright? Or should we call for penguin-shaped medical assistance?”

Jake glares up at him like a wounded animal, dignity scraped raw along with his knees, before taking the offered hand wearily.

“I knew coming here with the two of you was a mistake. One’s an Olympic hopeful, the other’s a traitor.”

But that's just typical Jake, dragging you both here just to have front-row seats to his chaos.

“I’m not a traitor” you remark “Just an honest observer of natural disasters.”

“Disaster? Please. I was being avant-garde.”

“You were being uncoordinated,” Sunghoon laughs whilst brushing ice off Jake’s jacket. A sound so smooth, it almost makes you forget your brother nearly cracked his skull open.

Jake's scowling, clearly defeated but not willing to admit it. You can’t help but grin at the easy dynamic between them. The teasing, the banter, the subtle care beneath it all.

His hands move carefully over the fabric, but his eyes keep drifting to you. In a bright yet steady way like he's memorising every little detail about you.

You feel his gaze on you, warmth creeping up your neck, eyes now shifting to your skates.

Oh no. Your heart skips a beat or maybe two. It's like you've forgotten how to breathe. When you finally manage to look up, he's still watching you with a quiet amusement dancing in his eyes

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Jake is still half-covered in frost, groans. "Oh my god. Can we not flirt over my frozen corpse?”

“That’s rich, coming from someone who thinks sticky notes are a foolproof flirting method.” you blurt, pressing your scarf to your cheeks, hoping he won’t notice how red you’ve gone.

Jake’s eyes widen at your words, and for a split second, he forgets all about his bruised pride and the ice that’s still slowly melting into his clothes. He looks absolutely scandalized as if you’ve just announced his darkest secret to the entire rink.

“Sticky notes,” he scoffs, though there's a slight edge of embarrassment creeping into his voice.

“You’re exaggerating. It was a unique method. And highly effective— but you're no longer listening to his “unique” techniques.

Instead your eyes are flickering to Sunghoon who’s pretending to be totally absorbed in adjusting his gloves. His lips twitch in amusement. Then his eyes find yours, confident and mischievous before he looks away. It's like he's fully aware of the effect he has on you.

Jake’s eyebrow arches sharply as he catches the subtle exchange, his tangent momentarily forgotten. “What’s with the secret staring contest?” he asks, voice sounding half-amused, half-baffled.

You shrug, face still warm “Nothing.”

Jake’s grin widens like he’s just uncovered a treasure trove of scandals. “Uh-huh. Sure. Nothing.”

You can’t help but let out a soft groan, pressing your fingers to your forehead. In a half-hearted attempt to shield your growing embarrassment but Jake’s eyes are practically twinkling now. There's absolutely no way to talk your way out of this one. Sunghoon’s laughter is low, warm, and dangerously close to being too perfect for the moment. You almost can’t decide if it's charming or frustrating at this point.

“Seriously, you two are like this close to turning into a rom-com plot,” Jake teases, wiggling his fingers between you and Sunghoon. 

His grin widens as he watches you squirm, clearly enjoying every second of this. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he’s definitely aware of the subtle tension between you and Sunghoon. After all, he’s your older brother—he would catch on.

You roll your eyes, mentally bracing for the inevitable "Jake, I swear—" but he cuts you off.

“Alright, alright, I’ll give it a break. I won’t push it... for now.” He takes a step back but not without giving you one last look that says he knows.

“Remember, I’m watching you,” Jake says, eyeing you both suspiciously “No funny business. Keep it PG.”

And just when you think he's leaving towards the bleachers he turns to Sunghoon "I saw that smile. You’re a guilty man.”

And now Jake’s somewhere behind you, perched on a bench. Possibly muttering about unspeakable betrayals” and “obvious romantic tension,” or maybe even inventing some new swear words for ice.

The rink feels quieter now as the chaos from earlier dims to a gentle hum of laughter and the soft scrape of blades against ice. You feel it before you hear it. The shift in the air, a presence that’s almost tangible.

When you glance over your shoulder, Sunghoon’s there, trailing ahead with the same smooth ease as always. His movements are fluid like water.

"Still alive?" he calls back

You bite back a smile. “Barely” you mutter, biting your lip. “If I fall, you’re carrying me out.”

He waits a few feet ahead as you make your way over to him. He reaches for your hands, warm and steady. The contact is electric, yet somehow grounding.

Your heart's stuttering again but he doesn't rush, doesn't grip too hard. It's just gentle and there’s an undeniable certainty in it.

“You’re bending your knees too much” he murmurs, voice low.

“I’m trying not to faceplant.”

“You won’t.” His fingers tighten lightly around yours, guiding with quiet assurance “You’ve got me.”

“Real smooth,” you whisper. He flashes you a grin, full of boyish charm and it makes your chest flutter.

He continues guiding you across the ice then stops gracefully near the edge of the rink. Leaving you both suspended in that small perfect moment of trust.

You're really looking at him now. Has he always been this beautiful? The curve of his jaw, moles scattered on his face like stars and that illegal dimple taunts you every time he smiles.

He glances back at you and for a moment, his confident grin falters. He's realised just how close you've been standing. With shyness washing over him, he tilts his head down.

“So.. was this a lesson?” you ask, your head leaning against your shoulder, an attempt to meet his shy eyes. Now you’re tugging at his hand that's lightly clasped in yours.

He exhales a small chuckle, before admitting honestly “Mm. A very hands-on one.”

“You just wanted an excuse to touch me,” you tease, trying to sound casual, but failing.

He shrugs, that familiar smile greeting you. “Guilty.”

“Jake’s gonna murder you.”

“Jake can barely walk.” he mumbles, fingers tracing light, teasing patterns over the back of your hand.

You glance at Jake who's still glued to the bench, shooting daggers at the both of you.

Sunghoon leans in close, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. "Just wait till we leave," he begins. "I’ve got more lessons for you."

Jake mouths from behind the glass "Can you two not?" as he dramatically mimes a gag."

Sunghoon flashes you a sly smile "Let’s go before he faints from secondhand embarrassment."

And with that, he's leading you effortlessly. The rink, the chaos, and everything else fades leaving only that warm feeling of his hand in yours.

⊹ enha4everr’s note ⊹ ahhh i’ve finally finished my exams :) i’m really excited to share this fic with y’all. happy reading <3 hehe sulky jake and charming hoon. i know this piece isn't perfect but it's all about growth! i hope to bring more fics for y’all ;)

make sure to check out the the bonus chapter here and the prequel - sugar talk (jake's fic!!)

just a reminder that this piece of writing is from my imagination and does not represent the names mentioned.

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[nana992619]

or 'you are no less dumber than me'

[womble1]

Self care

A silly little snippet from Tracy island

Ao3

Alan walked around the corner, and screamed.

“Agh, you scared me, what the heck?!” Alan cried.

Scott was blue, or at least his face was. He was sitting at his desk furiously typing away at multiple screens, the blue paste over his face cracking between his brows due to the frown he's wearing.

“Langauge , Alan.” It was said on auto pilot, without breaking the staring contest that was taking place with the holo-screens.

“We’re not allowed ‘Heck’ now? For F…Fudge’s sake” Alan moaned.

Virgil strolls up behind Alan, carrying a couple of coffee mugs, “Why are we insulting the candy now?” he asks, side stepping around the teenage blockage in his way.

“I wanted to know what the H…Happy little accident, is going on with That!” he waved an arm in the direction of the grumpy smurf in residence at the desk.

“Happy little accident? I like that one.” Virgil chuckled. Alan expected to see a visible start or at least some expression of surprise as Virgil followed his pointing arm and beheld the blue covered mess before them. But no, nothing, of course Virgil took it in his stride. Walking over, Virgil placed the mugs on the desk, and then folded his arms in a clearly disappointed manner waiting for Scott to acknowledge his presence.

“What?” Scott asked, still not breaking gaze with the data before him, hands flying over keys.

“Scott, you know you can’t just slap a face mask on and call it self care. You’re meant to actually take a break and relax.”

Scott opened his mouth to respond, causing more of the gunk on his face to crack.

Virgil held up a hand to stop him.

“And so help me Scott if you’re about to reply with ‘I’ll sleep when I’m Dead.’ or any other variation of bullshit I’ll…..I’ll think of a really good threat and follow through on it.”

“Hey, why’s he allowed to cuss?” Alan was ignored.

Scott continued to glare, although now it was directed at Virgil and not the screens.

Virgil glared back, daring Scott to call him out on his threat.

They stayed locked like this for 20 seconds, long enough for Alan to feel completely ignored.

Then Virgil cracked, and the laughter came tumbling out of him.

“Seriously, have you seen what you look like?!” he spluttered. He poked a finger at the cracks between Scott's brows. “It’s meant to be relaxing!”

The scowl increased and Scott folded his arms. “It’s blueberry scented,” he huffed.

“It looks like you face-planted a cheesecake,” Virgil retorted, then frowned, “you didn’t, did you?” a little uncertain, stranger things had happened.

Scott refused to give that one the dignity of a verbal response, and instead stuck his middle finger up.

Alan spluttered in indignation.

“yeah Scott, there are children present!” Virgil pointed at the still disgruntled baby sibling, who erupted into fresh incoherent anger.

“I’m sorry, I should have said ‘young impressionable minds,’” Virgil corrected himself with mock solemnity.

This time it was Scott who cracked, laughing “that assumes he has one!”

Alan let out a scream of frustration, which made both siblings present laugh even more, and exited the room as quickly as his anger could carry him. He didn’t have time for whatever This was.

Annoying elder sibling's work completed, Virgil turned back to Scott, who was carefully attempting to scratch his nose without dislodging the caked-on facemask residing there.

“Seriously though, they’re not the organic ones Gordon bought at Christmas are they? Because the pink one stained him for three days.

Scott's wide eyes were all the answer that was needed, and Virgil was left laughing alone as Scott raced away to try and wash away the blue.

[incorrectvideogames]

Revali: Remember, Zelda, don't do anything I wouldn't do. Zelda: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

[straysandstays]

My older brother understood the assignment a little too well ..so rude

[makoto-kaiser-blog]

📼OLD FRIENDS🎞️

I WAS FEELING IN A DRAWING MOOD SO I DREW SOME OF MY FAVORITE TOONS WHEN I WAS GROWING UP. IF HAVEN'T GUESSED ONE OF MY FAVORITE COLORS IS GREEN 😂💚

OUT OF ALL THESE CHARACTERS I ACTUALLY NEVER WATCHED INVADER ZIM WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I BARELY EVEN KNEW ABOUT IT TILL I WAS IN MIDDLE SKOOL AND EVEN THEN I ONLY KNEW ABOUT IT FROM A COMIC I USE TO READ ON SNAFU. I DIDN'T EVEN WATCH THE SHOW TILL I WAS IN HIGHSCHOOL BUT I STILL LOVE IT ALL THE SAME^^.

I GREW UP LOVING THE ANIMANIACS AND WATCHING THE SHOW ON THE DVD COLLECTION OF SEASON 1. I LOVE ALL 3 OF THEM MY FAVORITE ACTUALLY BEING WAKKO SADLY I DIDN'T DRAW HIM TwT

I ALWAYS LOVED SONIC AND GREW UP WITH THE CLASSIC GAMES AND SHOWS INCLUDING SONIC UNDERGROUND, MY FAVORITE BEING SONIC'S YOUNGER BROTHER MANIC, SINCE I LOVED HIS PERSONALITY AND HOW MUCH DEPTH HE HAD IN HIS STORY(FOR THE BIT HE WAS ACTUALLY GIVEN) NOT TO MENTION I USE TO LOVE THE DRUMS AS A KID THOUGH I NEVER LEARNED HOW TO PLAY 😂

IM A HUGE FAN OF THE POWERPUFF GIRLS, BUTTERCUP HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE SINCE I COULD RELATE TO HER MOST. AS SOMEONE WHO IS A MIDDLE CHILD AND CAN BE VERY BRASH AND OVER PROTECTIVE OF THE ONES I LOVE/CARE FOR I ALWAYS FELT CLOSE TO BC.

IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED YET MOST OF MY FAVORITE THINGS REVOLVE AROUND FAMILY OR SIBLINGS JUST HELPING EACH OTHER. EVER SINCE I WAS LIKE I ALWAYS LOVED THE DIFFERENT SIBLING DYNAMICS IN ALL THESE DIFFERENT SHOWS AND SEEING HOW SIMILAR THEY WERE TO ME AND MY SIBLINGS. SURE WE ALWAYS GET INTO FIGHTS AND ARE AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS (SPECIFICALLY ME AND MY OLDER BROTHER) BUT WHEN IT GOES DOWN TO IT WE'LL ALWAYS STAND UP AND TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER. AS MUCH AS I HATE MY BROTHER AND GET ALONG BETTER WITH RAI RAI, PERSONALITY WISE ME AND MY BROTHER ARE MOSTLY THE SAME JUST AS DIFFERENT RANGES OF THE SPECTRUM (PUN INTENDED) THAT'S Y WE NEVER GET ALONG.

BUT THAT'S A STORY FOR A NOTHER TIME, SO WHO'S UR FAVORITE CHARACTER? WHO OR WHAT IS A CHARACTER U HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF IN YEARS BUT STILL HOLD CLOSE?

[badluck990]

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Corva took a breath and let it out as slow as she could. She was absolutely fine. Aloka hadn't done anything other than what Corva had asked. There was absolutely no reason for her heart to be racing this fast.

She was fine.

As much as she wanted to shower in the hottest water she could stand and scrub her skin raw until every trace of disinfectant was gone, she knew better. She needed to be gentle and careful.

Her next breath came out as a sigh of annoyance as she reached for a washcloth and gentle soap.

"How are you feeling anyway? You've been through hell and back this last couple days."

"Eh, I'm alive. Atlas is alive....You realize if this keeps up you're the next up to get in danger?"

"Aw fuck your right, what do you think will happen?" Aloka asked mostly joking.

"Don't know, maybe start practice sparing again?" Andre suggested watching Aloka

"Against who?"

"Mom! Don't act like any of us have won since we we're kids and she went easy- why are you getting out Atlas protien powder? If you wanna make him something we got a couple hours before we can go over."

"Oh- with Corva's injuries she needs to stick with liquids so she asked about the stuff. But that is a good idea to make him something when we go back over. That reminds me you have...."

"Experience with losing a horn?"

"Yeah...other than magic issues." Obviously she had read up and studied all this but accounts were..helpful

"Well i don't how much will be the same, mine her amputated. Most of the pain was during the curse or when the horns were regrowing.."

"Right..."