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Kyle's estranged sibling Part 2 part 1
This was a bad idea. You'd felt that way about inviting Kyle to the wedding in the first place, but now he was in town and insisting he see you.
"I think you should talk to him. See what he has to say, and decide if you really want him there." Your partner insists softly, wrapping their arms around your waist. "You don't have to, but you know your mom is going to keep bothering you over it. Which option sounds worse?"
This was probably worse as you sat down at the table across from Kyle for the first time in years. The silence is awkward, settling thickly over the table like the foam on top of your iced coffee. "How long has it been?" You break the tension, glancing at the scar on Kyle's cheek.
"About five years." Kyle clears his throat quietly and sits up a little straighter in his seat. "You look nice, twig." Your stomach lurches a little at the nickname, something he'd called you since you were little and kept napping on logs in the yard.
"You're like a little twig!"
"You look alright." His lips quirk slightly in a smile, shaking his head fondly at you. "Why are you here? What do you want?" You prod, but the uncertain anger was starting to dissipate.
"I want to be at the wedding. And I want to be in your life again, if you'll have me. I have a boyfriend... well, I plan on making him my fiancĂŠ soon." You raise an eyebrow.
"You gonna propose at my wedding?"
"I'm not that big of an asshole!" You give him an incredulous look, getting a glare from him in return. "Look, I wouldn't do that. I mean it."
"I'm just fucking with you." You assure, giving him half a smile as you take a few sips of coffee. "The elephant in the room is asking for attention. Are we going to address it?" Kyle takes a deep breath, watching the cream curl around inside of his tea, slowly blending into one color.
"I'm really sorry that I left you without saying anything. I'm sorry that I never wrote you letters, or called, or texted, or fucking anything..." Kyle takes a in a shuddering breath, finally meeting your eyes. "I'm sorry for blaming you for mom getting hurt. I'm so fucking sorry. It wasn't your fault -" His voice cracks, head lowering so he can swipe the tears out of his eyes.
You chew the inside of your cheek, uncomfortable with his tears and relieved when he quickly pulls himself together. "You were just driving the car, and I needed someone to be mad at."
"Could've been mad at the drunk driver." You point out immediately, clearing your throat to avoid a lump taking root there. "She's doing good now."
"She looks like it, walking faster than me sometimes. You?" He nods down towards you prosthetic leg.
"Good and bad days." You finish your coffee, the ice rattleing around at the bottom of the cup as you set it down. "I appreciate your apology." Kyle resists the urge to ask if you forgive him because he already knows you don't. "Does your soon to be fiancĂŠ want to come to the wedding?"
"You want us to come?" You sigh heavily, glaring at him slightly. "Okay, yes, he wants to come."
"I'll mail you a save the date." You don't wait for him to respond, standing up and carrying your cup to the dish return. You need to leave before you regret your decision, letting Kyle stew in his seat with ice cold tea.
saint x enot???
i do ship them!<3 wanna make them the happiest scug couple.
but... at the same time i do not wanna ship them???- just full of hate n angst... lol
so this time no godmode art for yall:
(im sorry i had to AHAJA)
Have an iPad drawing from Bluesky about Niffty owning a monster truck and drunk driving <3
"When my driving starts to suffer, that's when you know I'm drunk!" - Schlatt Kaboodle, shortly before crashing

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AITA for running over a child (Deer, female)? My wife (Goat, female) just divorced me and I was drunk while driving.
AITA?
YTA
NTA
JAH
NAH
ESH
INFO
Goodbye Buddy
ao3
ffn
word count: 2359
warning: offscreen character deaths
prompt: On Dashâs 18th birthday he signs a scholarship to play football at the college of his dreams, three days later he and Kwan are hit by a drunk driver walking home from practice. @charcoalhawk
i wrote this in an hour and fifteen minutes
Everyone was giving him odd looks at school today.Â
Dash didnât know what was up with everyone. Why were they all looking at him so funny? They all looked sad. Some of them even looked like they wanted to cry. Even Fenton seemed upset at the sight of him.
What was going on?Â
And Kwan wasnât even here for him to confer with. Where was he anyways? He had just seen him at practice last night. They-
His mind felt like it slipped for just a moment. What was he just thinking about? Oh yeah. Everyone was looking at him weird.Â
The bell rang throughout the hallways at school and everyone finally started heading to their classes rather than staring at Dash, but that didnât stop all the stares.Â
He started making his own way to his english class with Mr. Lancer. When Dash got there, Lancer wasnât there yet. Dashâs gaze moved throughout the classroom and saw Paulina. He lit up.Â
Paulina knew everything that was being spread through the rumor mill at school. She would know whatâs going on.Â
He made his way over to her and sat in the desk behind her. Paulinaâs back straightened so suddenly that Dash could hear it crack. It sounded like it hurt.Â
âHey, Paulina. Do you know whatâs going on today? Everyone is acting so weird and I havenât seen Kwan anywhere. What is-â
Then Paulina was bawling into her hands. Dashâs eyes widened and he placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her but then she jumped up out of her seat and ran out of the classroom.Â
Draw your character like this