#who am i kidding they're chaotic

[stray-lily]

// Home for the Holidays

self-insert gn reader, all members included, a wholesome little fic

happy holidays everyone!

disclaimer: names, places, etc. are from my mind and/or are used in a fictional manner and should not be taken as reality. I do not own Stray Kids and their characters in this story are not necessarily accurate to their real-life selves.

word count: 1.6k

After many weeks of promoting, performing, and producing, the day of their official break finally arrived.

While it wasn't quite long enough to travel long distances, they were still content with the break. Even if it meant they wouldn't be interacting with their Stays as often, their break would hopefully let their fans rest as well.

Well, there was at least one Stay that wouldn't be resting.

An old friend of theirs, y/n was eager to see their borderline-insane friends (even if they definitely acted the same, but that's not important now). They all planned to decorate the boys' dorm with an ornamental tree and other little trinkets—anything else that followed would be a free-for-all of chaos.

"Oh, you guys really want a hug today, don't you?" Through the phone screen, another live Channie's Room began to close. He turned the volume of a lovely song down while glancing over the rapid-fire comments.

He stood from his chair and gave his camera a big hug, something that always made you giggle. One of the members snuck into his studio to record that very moment on their phone some time ago, sending it to the group chat, and he looked a bit awkward to say the least. Mostly trying not to knock things over, the fluffball of a man wasn't a natural camera-hugger. But the sweet action never went unappreciated by the fans.

"Thank you, Stays," Chan smiled, now back in his chair, and posed in his signature sign-off. "Thank you, baby Stays. And I'll see you next time! Bye-bye!"

With that, the live ends.

And you immediately send Chan a message.

y/n: Channie! Get some rest too :( you're being a hypocrite if you keep telling us to rest when you don't

[delivered: 23:10]

You flop on your bed and bury yourself under the covers. The snowy wind makes itself known, creating an annoyingly cold area in by the window.

Though it takes a long time to fall asleep with all the bubbling excitement of seeing the boys again so soon, you sleep dreamlessly. That is, until your morning alarm—the instrumental intro to Ex—goes off.

You listen to it for a while, humming some of the lyrics, before shutting it off. On your screen is a message from Chan.

chrispy: i know, i know but i had too many ideas :( see you soon!

[received: 03:25]

Dang it, Chan.

It's still snowing when you look out your window, though the wind seems nonexistent at least. You dress warmly and take your bag to the main room, where Dad finishes making pancakes and Mom reads a novel with a cup of hot coffee.

"Morning, y/n," Mom greets cheerfully with a sip of her drink.

"Morning!"

"You meeting up with the kids today?" Dad asks while you dish up a bit of breakfast. Kids, isn't that accurate.

"Yes, hon, she told us last night at dinner. And the night before." Mom sets down her book with an amused twinkle in her gaze.

"Did she?"

"She did."

"Ah. Pancake?"

You smile at them, though it disappears the more you eat and distract yourself.

The faux tree your family put up a few weeks ago stands brightly in the living room, a few wrapped packages underneath it shimmering with the colorful lights. Wintery-themed decorations fill the house, most of which is in the kitchen, living, and dining room. The most recent is a string of cut paper snowflakes—another folded strand of them being safely secured in your bag.

"You have everything you need?" Mom asks once you finish your food, beginning to pour her second cup of molten caffeine.

"I think so. Yennie said they have most of what we'll need when I texted him, also mentioned that Chan and Lix were getting an excessive amount of lights."

"Can I trust you to be the reasonable one?" Dad leans over the counter with his hands folded in front of him dramatically.

"Yes, Dad. I'll do my best to steal both brain cells, one if I'm lucky."

"And if you can't?"

"Then it might become Lord of the Flies, minus a plane crash and plus sleep deprivation."

"Stick to stealing a brain cell, yeah?"

"You two," Mom murmurs and shakes her head with a smile.

Checking the clock, it's close to eleven. You take your dish and utensils to the sink and wash them, placing them on the drying rack as Dad starts to put away leftover pancakes in containers. He hands a larger one to you (as a peace offering in case you couldn't get the brain cell) after you pull on your puffy winter coat.

"Have fun," Mom calls out as she fills a pitcher to water her poinsettias before her coffee cools. "I love you!"

"Bye, y/n! Good luck!"

"Hon!"

"What?"

You close the door and turn the key to lock it. You slip the key around the necklace chain back under your coat, knowing fully well that if it was loose in your bag, you'd never find it.

The snow is light, but a breeze still chills the air. Luckily the sun decided to peek out from behind the grey, warming everything considerably.

You walk the familiar streets, slipping on a mask as you get closer to your destination. While their residence was fairly undisclosed, you didn't want to risk anything. There would always be the sasaengs you didn't want to cross and a media you wanted no part of. Idols dealt with enough as it is—you didn't want to fuel a fire with a photo.

On the last stretch of the walk, you make sure to be more careful. You walk as inconspicuously as you can, walking inside the complex as casually as you can as well. You reach the boys' door and knock after sending an I'm here to the group text.

Minho opens the door, whom you greet politely with a hello and a bow before he pulls you inside (with a muttered question of why you always greeted him that way, followed by your uncertainty of how to say that his demeanor was intimidating enough that you still felt like you had to).

In front of you lies the beginning snippets of chaos.

With the Aussie leader limp on the couch, Han and Felix run around as the likely aftermath of some snarky comment (or game of Uno, as the package sits on a table nearby). Oddly enough, they're the only three in the present room, leaving four sources of unequivocal chaos unaccounted for.

One said sources grumbles, shuffling out of the hall to the boys' rooms. Hyunjin has to step back to avoid being hit by the duo chasing one another. Sleepily, he looks back to their disappearing figures, then to the living room. He turns back to the hallway and shuffles away, muttering something like it's too early.

Minho drops his head with a sigh and goes off to follow Hyunjin. He and Felix nearly collide on the way.

"Chan, Chan!" The younger shakes the leader's shoulder.

He grumbles, scrunching his face sleepily, and moves to sit upright.

"Hyung," Felix pokes Chan's shoulder. "Y/n didn't visit to watch you sleep all day. She even brought food, come on!"

It takes a while for everyone to wake up and join the huddle forming around the couch. Felix already dug into one of the peace-offering pancakes happily. Minho drags a groggy Hyunjin in, who takes a few sips from Jisung's bitter iced coffee.

Felix, seeming the most awake for the moment, carries in a bag weighed down with various lights. He drops it in the middle of the floor, instructing you all to put them up wherever you could while he wanders off to bake with Seungmin's aid.

In the bag are little decorative snowflakes and snowmen, along with little gnomes that Felix admits he couldn't pass ("they were too cute," he pouts). Someone puts a playlist on shuffle—not 'holiday' music, as you had gotten tired of hearing the repeated songs in public buildings since they began in November.

Chan and Jeongin start decorating the tree with lights and more snowflake ornaments. Jisung continues to bug Hyunjin for snatching his caffeinated drink. Seungmin and Felix intermittently exchange bringing brownies out for people to try, as fresh brownies are best warm. Changbin moves between natural gatherings, helping where needed, until he settles on bugging Minho.

Outside, the snow continues falling steadily.

Once the decorations were in place, the treats were made, and the chaos settled, Jeongin called everyone around the tree with a wide grin.

"Drumroll, please!"

After a few moments, Chan plugs the lights in with a ta da!

The LEDs shimmer against the clear plastic of the geometric snowflakes. At the top of the tree is a compass—a small nod to the song of theirs that remains one of your favorite comforts to date.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter and the usual chaos of the kids. Off-tune karaoke and more schemes by the younger ones (this time, another attempt to reset Changbin's phone) ensue until you find you have to return home.

Today was fun. There was a different comfort in being with this set of friends, and you were glad you could know them this way.

After hugs, well-wishes of a safe walk, and a few promises to get some sleep, you walk back home.

Though the sun just barely set by the time you got back, the house is empty. Your parents left a note that they'd be back later—they decided to take after you and visit friends, too. That made you smile.

With the house to yourself, you grab a snack and a drink and retire to your room to recharge your social battery, settling on rewatching old videos of your friends and fan compilations of their comforting chaos.

—

a/n: a simple short story to distract you if you need it. happy holidays! whatever you do or don't celebrate, whoever you're with, i hope you enjoy it! if you're with *that* family that has drama, i wish you patience and luck, and you can get though it and dont worry, i'm in that same boat this year :/

ily dear human

-nyx ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

#happy holidays #gn reader #wholesome holiday #who am i kidding they're chaotic #stray kids #skz imagines #skz #skz au #bang chan #lee know #lee Minho #lee felix #kim seungmin #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #yang jeongin #seo changbin #fluff #skz fluff #winter #holidays #break #original #fanfic #stray kids au

[poisonousquinzel]

noooooo little meow meow! pls don't destroy the world

#is my child now #ngl i feel like those titan trapper people (if they had Any communication with him in the first place) took their request to #FIND a titan and bill took that and used it for his stupid evil shit #cause it fully seemed like the kid needed a titan to open the cage. and after the deal with the titan trappers they probably thought all of #them Were dead #meaning that the blood belos had was the absolute last way they had to be free. #cause older fully mature people kept taking advantage of their child like naivety and their inability to do anything about their betrayals #cause other than having a lot of knowledge and shit magic wise they couldn't do anything while being caged up. #and like ya know given what we've seen with belos #it wouldn't be that surprising if bill had used a one time connection with the collector and their need for a titan to free them as a #speaking point for vilifying the titans and bringing people on board to hunt them. #regardless or not if that's actually what the Collector said about freeing him. #or who knows maybe the collector is a chaotic menace who knows they're a menace we shall see SKDNDKKSKSK #as of rn #little meow meow energy #am tired of seeing these grown adults ( aka Belos 🔪) using manipulating and diacarding kids to further his selfish ass goal #the owl house spoliers #toh spoilers #the owl house the collector #the collector toh #not dc

[sylhea-raemi]

yknow what's funny when it's samatoki with the teen trio (ichinemukuu) he gives off older brother vibe but when it's sasara he feels like a dad or an uncle LMAO😭

#i may have modified sasara too much in my mind 😭😭😭😭😭 #like it's just funny samatoki is canonically an older brother and ichikuu sees him as not only an equal comrade but also nemu's brother #so in their mind he js an older brother #sasara however does not have any siblings and truthfully acts sillier than samatoki #but with how sasara keeps everyone under control is like a parent yelling at their child #when they're the one calling out sasara it's always about his jokes and how ass they arw. it's always about how weird he is as he act silly #but when it's sasara dealing with them it's always when they're in trouble or in a bizzare situation LMAO #he's mostly dealing with samatoki but there's also kuko's chaoticness. we don't see much of sasara and ichiro but with how reckless ichiro #used to be back then sasara's also bound to have a headache LMAO #nemu is his favorite child just because thwy get along really well whenever they meet #that's bevause they rarely meet and when they do it's a short time #of they're with each other for like #longer than a week? or everytime? they'd definitely argue about something lmao😭 #saneyoku au sasara can't say he have someone he get a long best with someone because he gets along with everyone on a fair amount #but all of them are equally a headache to him LOL but still in this au i want him to care so much more..... someone who was a lonely child #with a broken family- now is in a group where he genuinely cares about these kids as if they're his family #i am quite basically modifying stuff foe the sake of self-indulgent #smcd is so fun and i still love them so dearly #but the snyk in my head will not leave no matter what i do 💀💀💀💀💀 #aus that have sasara caring so so so much are great no matter what it is

[otame]

(its my first post yknow)

So, just a bunch of my AU doodles

(I will eventually explain how my AU works,but for now i'll just post my drawings)

(Also, i'll only post when inspiration hits the hell on me, and I'll also post random headcanons and funfacts)

How the fuck did I post this on tumblr im supposed to post this on twitter

(Can I call you out @emperors-of-chaos for making me suffer from ina11go tumblr brainrot?)

(Said brainrot caused me to post a fic on ao3 on impulse and i barely get any motivation, im still stuck on writing the third chapter,what the hell is wrong with me istg)

#inazuma eleven #inazuma eleven go #fanart #basically all of raimon(almost) #You can tell who is the oc there #Her name's Gouenji-Kidou Arazen #my ao3 fic should explain why do I have a fucking oc in my au #Yes i ship her with someone but its not who you think #This is basically a major ass spoilsr wth am i doing #Its not all fluff tho theres angst like a huge ton of it #There's a reason why i called it eldritch ffs #dont worry raimon fits the found family trope like the kids are bfs/gfs/chaotic siblings/(platonic)soulmates and the adults are parents #I shall headcanon that everyone in raimon is not hetero-normative #They're all onto each other except for the third years who act like the team's mental support big bros instead when shit goes down #theyre all insane your honor #Insane as in insane i wont go to detail about it

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 1

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: one

warnings: none, it's just going to be very chaotic

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

elton added stairway, the karate kid, willybum and 15 others

elton

hey!

hello!

oi

@everyone

brightness

what the hell is this groupchat name 😭😭

willybum

nope

i did not consent to this

CHANGE MY NAME RIGHT NOW TOONE

stairway

LMAO NOT WILLYBUM 😭 

willybum

as if yours is any better stairway

rusty metal

i don't think i even wanna know why i'm here

elton

excuse me?

no hey or how i'm doing?

i could be dead you know

daily

you seem pretty alive

elton

well jokes on you

i'm dead inside

elton added lauren 1 and lauren 2

elton

lauren squared added!

heyo

lauren 2 left

stairway

LMAO 😭💀

JAMES REALLY SAID HELL NAH

elton

her finger probably just slipped

come on man

elton added lauren 2

lauren 2 left

stairway

SHE WASTED NO TIME 😭

earpsy

damn she completely violated you

willybum

that is so embarrassing

elton

what did i ever do to her :((

door knob

do i need to remind you about the prank you pulled yesterday?

elton

you know what

you guys are all mean

where's lessi when i need her

@ the karate kid

the karate kid

what the hell is this?

who even are you all?

and what are these names??!

elton?

who the hell names their kid elton

that's actually so sad

this is probably a groupchat with a bunch of teenage boys

elton

of course lessi is here

pretending that she doesn't

know us as usual

willybum

honestly

someone needs to slam her ego

with a truck just because

she's trending as fan favourite

brightness

damn sound a bit jelly there williamson

kie

well you can't lie, lessi is a pretty hot person

the karate kid

the hell??

am i supposed to be lessi?

i don't even know a lessi

meado

i didn't know you changed names lessi

elton

right??

who ate her food and put her in a sour mood?

it definitely wasn't me this time.

stairway

i'm putting on a movie

you all joining?

rusty metal

what are we watching?

stairway

harry potter

elton

YO

DON'T START WITHOUT ME!!

also

less! where the hell are you?

we'll start the movie with you!

alessia???

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

The majority of the squad were seated squished together in georgia's hotel room for their movie night. They waited for Alessia to join them, but the blonde striker was nowhere to be found or heard from.

And now they were starting to lose their patience with her.

"Did she fall asleep again?" Mary sighed. 

"I wouldn't be surprised. I'm gonna give her a call," Ella stated.

She scrolled through her phone to find her contact and pressed call, putting on speaker mode so everyone could hear.

They waited a few moments before the call was finally accepted, but there was only silence from the other end.

"Yo, Lessi, where the hell are you?!"

"What? Who is this?" An unfamiliar voice, that definitely didn't belong to Alessia, spoke.

They all shared a confused glance.

"What the hell happened to your voice, Alessia?" Ella chuckled. "Are you sick or something?"

You, on the other side, groaned. "Oh my god, how many times do I have to tell you I'm not Alessia! I don't even know a Alessia or Lessi!"

Ella was still suspicious that this might be a joke Alessia would be playing. "Well, are you at home with a girl called Alessia? Or well, bed ...."

"WHAT? Why the hell would I be at home with a Alessia?! I told you already, I don't even know her!"

Now they all were a hundred percent sure that you were definitely not Alessia.

Georgia was scrolling through her phone before her eyes widened. "Guys, that is not Alessia's number. Ella added a random number."

"Oh, well this is awkward ..." Ella chuckled awkwardly.

"Of course it is!" You stated. "Your group chat and usernames are weird. How old are you all?"

They all shared a glance seeing that it was fair to tell you that for blowing up your phone the whole evening. They answered that it varied from twenties to thirties.

"Oh, alright ... well I need to go so I'm gonna hang up. Goodbye."

Before Ella could reply, you ended the call, leaving the group in silence for a moment.

"Well that was something ...." Niamh broke the silence.

"Yeah no kidding. Of course Toone would do something like this," Leah said.

"Hey!" Ella complained. "It's not my fault Alessia got a new number!"

"Why don't I add the real Alessia to the group chat now?" Georgia suggested while everyone nodded in agreement.

part two here

#lionesses x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #engwnt #engwnt x reader #leah williamson x reader #ella toone x reader #alessia russo x reader #georgia stanway x reader #niamh charles x reader #woso #woso fanfics

[capriciouscapsss]

How Will Your F/S Pursue You♚

Book A Reading With Me 💞

today, as i finish up the last of my readings for the week, i am eager to return just to make another reading talking about how your f/s will pursue you! go ahead and book a reading if you'd like to learn more about your future spouse or don't, whatever's fine 😭 today I'm doing a short reading since again I don't have that much time but I still want to make something cute 💞 with that being said...let's get started 💞💞

we have four piles; intuitively choose the one you're most drawn to. 

Pile I. woman sm*king

[8oS, 9oS, 2oS, KoW, 7oC, the fool, p, s.c]

your person pursues you in a more laidback way. they're very unsure of themselves, most of them not likely to go ahead and pursue you without being sure that you're even in to them in the first place. they're quite shy. i can see them being the type of people that only stare at you when they know you're not watching. looking at you when you look at something else with a small smile on their face. thinking of you constantly. asking themselves if you like them or not. they might even be in a state of unrest, a will they won't they type of thing when it comes to pursuing you.

once they know though...then they change. they start acting different. start carrying themselves with more confidence. they start joking about so much lmao, almost like since they know that you're reciprocating their energy they feel comfortable enough to show you their true selves. also the type that feels that, after knowing you like them, will start to fantasize a lot about what could be. like they see you somewhere and they think about you for hours after.

pursuing you would be them being super shy at first, acting like you're not there. and then once they start getting the vibe that you're feeing them as well, that's when they start vibing more. being spontaneous, saying stuff that'll catch you off guard. being more possessive, grabbing at your waist or simply just letting people know that there's something going on between you both.

now please understand, these people will mess up. they might not say the right thing or do the right thing all the time. in fact, i think the f/s of this pile will be the one that messes up the most. they're not that experienced in the area of love, but one thing i will tell you is that having them pursue you is chaotic and funny but most of all warm.

Pile II. lonely in a movie theater

[the emperor, 4oW, KoS, Justice, 10oC, 10oS]

smooth talker fr. someone who knows how to worm their way into the heart of who they're talking to. i feel like they like to talk about the future. when you both are together they might look at random stuff and tell you to think of both of you doing those things together. they make themselves appear bigger too lmao like a peacock showing off their feathers.

also, things will get a little dark for a second so bare with me but, they're not people who know what happiness exactly is. they don't have a good picture of a happy healthy relationship.

that's why they seem to chase it with such vigor. they want what they've never had. they've likely grown up around people with silver tongues, people that can say exactly what you want to hear. might even be a fan of baby talk or just sweetening their words a lot. i also feel like that your person might highlight your differences to them a great deal. for ex. if they have dark hair and you have light hair you'll hear them say "if we have kids, i want them to have your hair"

being with you will also put them out of their comfort zone, like finding out that their words can also be met with actions. their words speaking of their future with you and their actions making sure no one tries to get with you in order to make it happen. telling you your attractive and making sure they show you off at the same time.

Pile III. riding a motorcycle

[PoW, 9oP, 2oW, AoP, AoC,Strength]

a definite gift giver. like this is giving me taurus/2nd house venus energy. someone that doesn't know how to love in words or actions but they're definitely good gift givers. they're very romantic. whether it be a small gift or a big one they're definitely going to deliver.

they like showing you their idea of what a better life could be at their side. might like taking you on trips fully paid. they have moneyyy. i imagine them taking you to a vacation spot and telling you about this plate on the menu that they love but you haven't tried; they're going to do all they can to make sure you try it as well. even if it means you ordering two plates lmao.

also i believe that they could win you over by just being there for you. supporting you, making sure that you're well cared for. loving you even in the hardest of times. they'd like to also act like they were hurt in order for you to take care of them lmao.

probably likes teasing you and commenting on how much you love him more. how you're the one who's fallen hopelessly in love all whilst knowing that they're the one that's fallen hard. might be a little more on the dramatic side lmao, think wattpad king falling for the calm and collected wallflower.

Pile IV. riding in the passenger seat

[AoW, 9oS, 8oS, 2oC, The Fool, QoP]

a mess in a heart shaped bottle. they don't know how to act. they're the type of people that change tactics easily. one moment they're totally going to go for it and the next they don't know how to approach you correctly.

they're Katy Perry's "Hot and Cold" personified. like they remind me a bit of Stiles from Teen wolf. they can be the type of person that feels like they have a 15 year plan then just like he did, they throw caution to the wind and ditch all that for a chance to talk to you. their way of coming to you is from all angles and from no where all at once. acts like they have no interest and then they forget about all that and they're professing love to you.

they'll behave very weirdly lmao. i mean i can imagine them going to you and telling you about their plans with you. trying to win you over slowly. taking you on dates. treating you with care and respect. being careful to not even touch you LMAO and then i can see them forget about all that and just be spontaneous. taking you on last minute adventures, calling you out of the blue. stuff like that.

will get crazy if they find out someone's trying to steal you from them but they also love the chase. love knowing that you're into them but almost acting coy? I can also see them approaching you as a friend at first. Aquarius vibes? but with a stable purpose. so aqua and taurus mixed.

#pick a card #pick a pile #pick a card reading #pac reading #intuitive reading #intuition #astro notes #FS pac #fs reading

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hello! Do you have more headcannons for Shin? I really am down bad for this man 🥺 Or maybe headcannons as to how the Sano household would be if Izana lives with them? Also, you mentioned in an earlier post that Shin values education. Why do you think so? Thank you so much 🫶

Since I've already done Shinichiro, here are some hc's on the Sano house with Izana living there!

Izana and Mikey's rooms can't be next to each other or they just end up banging on the walls to annoy each other

Izana helps Emma to steal Mikey's blanket/towel so it can get washed

Grandpa Sano remains unfazed about everything 

Izana helps out in the dojo often, helping with the kids

Baji is so confused about where Mikey keeps getting siblings from (one time he asks his mum if he can have a sibling come to live with him too)

Shinichiro smiles a lot more with all his siblings together

Shinichiro also cries on the day Izana comes to live with them

One time when both Grandpa Sano and Shinichiro had to go out, Shinichiro struggled with choosing who's in charge. Izana is older but Mikey's lived here longer, he ended up leaving Emma in charge.

Izana and Mikey compete over who can give Shinichiro and Emma their birthday presents first. Shinichiro normally gets squashed in this process since they jump on his bed to try and get there first (they're more gentle with Emma)

Izana ends up befriending Senju since he doesn't like how she's always left behind

Izana and Mikey's rooms are pretty much opposites, Izana's room tends to be kept fairly clean while Mikey's is more messy

Shinichiro is the best at calming down arguments between Mikey and Izana, Emma is also very good too.

Izana and Mikey's relationship is very love hate. They'll argue and fight but will stick up for each other if others get involved 

Shinichiro actually doesn't adopt Kakucho, at least not right away. Instead Izana doesn't really mention him but then kinda kidnaps Kakucho after moving to the Sano house (he just goes and gets him and brings him to the Sano house). Eventually Shinichiro finds him, realises he's a missing kid and after a very lengthy conversation with the police and adoption people Kakucho comes to live with them too. 

The first day that Izana moves in, Shinichiro takes him shopping for some extra clothes and things for his room.

One time Shinichiro showed Izana all the letters he'd sent him that he kept in that box. Izana was very embarrassed about them (even though he kept all the letters Shinichiro sent too)

Shinichiro loves family dinners (even if they are chaotic a lot)

Izana uses the Sano name but also keeps his Kurokawa, he uses two surnames instead.

On Izana's first day, Emma gives him a stuffed toy to sleep with to "keep him company in a different place" Izana keeps it on his bed (hidden though) for years

And finally, Shinichiro will sometimes try to initiate a family group hug but nobody else ever wants to.

#as for the education question it's because Draken is shown basically making Mikey go to school so i figured before Draken someone else #must've filled that role for Mikey with Shinichiro being the most logical solution #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #manjiro sano #izana kurokawa #sano shinichiro #emma sano #tokyo revengers spoilers

[greenunoreversecard]

Request: Lucifer with a quiet and reserved GN!reader who is his kid and Charlie's younger sibling? Additionally, Reader enjoys writing and making music and is generally pretty creative

A/N: I am so so so fucking sorry this took so long. There was a buttfuck amount of shit and this slipped my mind. Hope it's ok and I hope you get an award for patience. Also i wrote this at the public library.

Lucifer and Charlie with an Introvert Relative

First off: there two fucking adore you

They're both very big personalities, as well. Charlie with her hotel and charisma, and Luci with his duck rants.

So it's a nice for them to have you actually listen to them. Like, the amount of times that they've both trailed off because they think no one cares or is listening and you just go "No, keep going. I was listening. Tell me more"

It warms their hearts every time knowing that despite you being closed off, you still care.

And you bet your ass that if you want you can also rant about hyperfixations (both of them are so neurodivergent)

Also, Charlie has forced asked you to help with murals and blueprints! She definitely employs your help.

also, Luci 100% helps you publish novels or start an art business. Uses his statue to get his way.

Depending on where you primarily live either or will drag you out of hyper focus to eat and drink.

Luci might not be as consistent because he himself locks himself away and hyperfocuses on duck designs trying to forget his failures in life

and Charlie is a bit stressed but she always makes sure to send messages during her meal times and breaks (despite how inconsistent they may be) and she also might send Razzle or Vaggie to get you if she can't.

Charlie also adapted a story to a small play format and had the residents perform it as a bonding exercise

Also, if you suck at emotions then Charlie is dragging you to groups with her

Luci is def happy your creative and a dreamer, but not as outgoing as your sister. Not that her ideas are bad, they aren't, (quiet the contrary) he's just scared she'll get hurt and is glad he doesn't have to worry as much about you getting hurt.

Overall both love you, and your mediums, and your quiet calmness that they both need every so often.

Because To be honest their lives can be chaotic, so it's nice to have you to calm down the steam and sit in the moment with.

#greeny's inbox #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader platonic #platonic #platonic x reader #x gen reader #x male reader #gn reader #male reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel charlie x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel fluff

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#116 Total Hunk!

Child!Y/n: Lu bu, on a scale from one to five, you scored a three

Child!Lu bu: Yes! Yes!

The scene pauses and a "Datable" stamp is stamped on Lu Bu

Child!Y/n: This will limit your dating pool to widows, lady plumbers and convicts!~

Child!Lu bu: I still consider this a victory

Child!Y/n*Walks to Raiden Next*Raiden! Your score is...*Looks at the paper and backs away in discust*-Eesh! You know, scores don't really matter, You should just focus on being you~*Pats Raiden shoulder*

The scene pauses and a "Questionable" stamp is stamped on Raiden

Child!Y/n: Heracles, on a scale from one to five you scored.. a twelve?*Looks at the Greek Boy in shock*

Child!Heracles: Mama was right all along! I am the world's most perfect man!*Gets spotlighted and doves fly at him landing on his head and shoulders*

The scene pauses and a "Total Hunk" stamp is stamped on Heracles who grins at the camera, Title card: Final Thoughts

Child!Y/n: Love is all around us. And if it seems like you two aren't the right fit, force it! *Hits the table with a tiny fist but then, The two squirrels from the montage come up to you* Oh, no! The squirrels! They're back! Aaah! *The squirrels attack you*

Child!Y/n*picks up a stuffed rhino* Save me, Mr. Rhino! Save me!?!- *clubs squirrels*

-Video ends-

Loki*Laughing his ASS off and looks at Adam and Eve*PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S MORE!?

Thor*Raises his hand*...I also wanna see more

Poseidon*Is replaying that scene of you fighting the squirrels*...Even as a kid, they were chaotic...

Hades:...IS THAT WHERE CERBERUS WENT!?-

Part 2 of:

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror lu bu x reader #snv lu bu x reader #ror lu bu #snv lu bu #ror heracles x reader #snv heracles x reader #ror heracles #snv heracles #ror raiden x reader #snv raiden x reader #ror raiden #snv raiden #ror poseidon x reader #snv poseidon x reader #snv poseidon #ror poseidon #snv hades x reader #ror hades x reader #ror hades #snv hades #ror loki x reader #snv loki x reader #ror loki #snv loki

[reveluving]

Can you do one where Batmom loves doing ballet? Maybe with her in the ballroom dancing, and the kids come in. Cassandra immediately goes to join her and the boys want to try so batmom and cass try to teach them? And then at the end Bruce sneaks in and watches then fondly?

P.S. I love your work :)

a/n: to whomever sent this request last year (+ a couple of others), I am so sorry for only doing this now lol BUT! y'all know I love a fluffy batfam moment! 💗💗💗 changed it up a bit and also, thank you so much!!

warnings: fluffy fluff! (ballerina!cass !!!)

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Cass is an expert of many things, but your absolute favourite has to be her love for ballet!

It was no surprise how much she's incorporated her ballet knowledge into her fighting style—not to the point where anyone could see the similarities between Cass and Orphan, but just enough to give her certain advantages that the rest didn't have.

The first time Cass gave you the invitation to her recital was when she stopped by the café as usual one fine afternoon.

You had expected a form for a trip that needed your permission but no, it was so. much. better.

Not only was Cass' name handwritten in gold ink, but she was going solo for that matter?

You immediately tackled her into the biggest, most bone-crushing hug you could muster. Nothing Cass couldn't handle, though, in fact, she reciprocated your own happiness, grinning and giggling as you wouldn't stop gushing about how proud you were and how you needed to call Bruce, even if it was still office hours.

And you did just that!

Bruce thankfully didn't have any pressing matter when you rang him up, picking up the phone in one hand and idly checking some reports with the other. He stopped caring for the papers in hand though, not when he could hear how excited you sounded.

"We're invited to Cass' first recital next month!" You squealed, the soft of giggles of your not-so-little girl didn't go amiss on the line, "You have to clear your schedule."

Bruce grinned, both at the news and your sudden seriousness. You didn't have to tell him and you knew it, for he immediately wrote the date on a piece of paper to be passed to his assistant later on.

Cass also took the opportunity to share the news with the rest of the family, with all of their congrats and compliments ranging from Alfred and Damian's detailed praises for her appreciation in such fine art, to Dick's chaotic but meaningful cheers in all caps lock, with a side of triple fire emojis.

All in all, it was almost overwhelming for her—no matter how subtle Bruce tried to be in moving the old, almost depressing paintings out of the manor's ballroom after learning about her hobby, or how you'd bring over a single chair in the middle of the room to watch her new move without hesitation, or how Alfred made sure the manor's ballroom was always squeaky clean for her own use, she would be in awe of how fate brought her here.

A place where she not only fought for the safety of others, but also a place where she could finally make a name for herself the way she wanted.

Despite your protests, Cass helped you around the café that day, too happy to just sit down when she could channel that energy by lending a hand. You were thankful for the extra pair of hands though, for you wanted nothing more than to celebrate with her at home.

It was only fitting to bring her to the ballroom, the person praising her now was Alfred, who had came in with tea to pair with the extra cookies you brought from the café.

There was really no other way to channel your own joy other than to dance with her—from pirouettes to a grand jeté together. You learned from the best after all, how could you ever say no when she once shyly offered to teach you how to properly plie once upon a time?

With the classical music paired with Alfred's claps and the three of you laughing, it wouldn't take long for the rest of your family, besides Bruce, to investigate as soon as they're home. Some readily came with gifts, others were ready to properly congratulate Cass as texting did little to no justice. But seeing how much fun you were having, they believe it was best to at least wait till the music ended.

But ever the perceptive child, Cass was quick to notice the newcomers and immediately waved at them. They all huddled around her, with Cass growing flustered by the sheer attention she was getting in one day. She did somewhat expect a positive reaction, but not to this extend, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

You and Alfred watched the sight fondly, your smiles growing bigger when one of them had asked her to teach them a thing or two. And just like chain reaction, almost everyone was trying it out. It was hilarious, to say the least, seeing them, ranging from tall, buff, serious and just almost out of place, glancing at one another as they sought the girl's approval for their plie.

"I wasn't aware of a party." You sucked in a breath, the unexpected arrival of your husband taking you by surprise, let alone when his arms wove around your waist and then kissed you on the crown of your head. You leaned into him, caressing the back of his hand before letting his intertwine his fingers with yours.

"It's only fair," You sighed, not wanting to tear your eyes away from the tooth-rotting moment before you. You felt Bruce's chest vibrate on occasion, no doubt amused to see some making it a competition to see who was best, "Our girl deserves it."

Our girl.

As if on command, Bruce's hand lightly brushed over your tummy. You didn't stop him, only to gasp when he proceeded to tickle you and shared a laugh. You threw your head to the side, giving him the opportunity to nuzzle into your neck and be in your own world just as your children was.

To say Cass was in heaven was an understatement, and though her life started rough, she had always thanked the universe for shining her to the path that actually mattered to her most.

With the people she was meant to be with.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

#cassandra my bb! <3 #— reve's reverie 🌹 #— reve's asks 🌹 #a mother's touch series #batfamily #batfam #batfam x batmom #batmom #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x batmom #batman #cassandra cain x batmom #cassandra cain x reader #cassandra cain #dick grayson #jason todd #duke thomas #tim drake #damian wayne #terry mcginnis #matt mcginnis

[lancermylove]

Adopted by the Demon Bros (Scenarios)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland, Obey Me

Pairing: All dorms with gn!Reader. Featuring the demon brothers.

Warning: None

Requested by: @animealways

Prompt: obey me x twisted wonderland Headcanon for all the characters finding out yuu is adopted by the demon brothers (adeuce and grimm face realizing they have been getting the literall devil child in trouble day in and out/everyone els who had a overblote being like "oh shit i attacked a literall demon kid" 😂) 

A/N: The HCs ended up turning into this chaotic mess. 😂

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Ruggie couldn't stop laughing. Adopted by demons? Sure, you were. Just like he was the King of Sunset Savana. Leona ignored your statement while Jack brushed it off as a joke.

"I'm being serious! Look!" You shuffled through your phone's gallery to find your birthday celebration video. "See!"

The three men silently watched the video, and Ruggie was the first to speak. "They're just wearing costumes. You ain't fooling anyone."

You gripped your phone in frustration before yelling, "Fine." Which brother to summon? Calling Lucifer or Satan was out of the question; calling Asmo would be risky as he would find the Savanaclaw members attractive and possibly charm them; calling Levi or Belphie would result in chaos, so that felt Mammon or Beel.

You closed your eyes and began chanting a spell. Jack and Ruggie didn't react, but Leona's ears perked up as his muscles tensed. "Heed my call and come forth Mammon!"

The second brother appeared out of thin air. Jack started to growl, Ruggie's ears lowered as he backed away, and Leona maintained his composure but kept his guard up. When he saw the men, Mammon immediately pulled you into a protective hug. "Who are they? Are they tryin' to hurt ya, (y/n)?"

"Nope! Mammon, I want you to meet my friends. The princely prick is Leona, the clueless but sweet musclehead is Jack, and the ever-hungry hyena is Ruggie," you giggled. "So guys do you believe me now? I am adopted by the seven demons~ also known as the Seven Rulers of Devildom."

From that day on, Leona never picked on you but didn't let you get away with calling him a prick. Ruggie never played around with you nor tricked you into doing anything, and Jack was cautious around you.

Lilia and Malleus chuckled and thought you were trying to tease Sebek with your statement. Silver stood beside his father in silence as he tried to study your expressions. He was the only one who didn't think you were joking.

"Human! Do you believe I, Sebek, would fall for your tricks?"

His tone was firm and loud, as usual, but you also felt a sense of mockery. Yes, what you said would have been hard to believe if you were in a world filled with only humans, but in front of you were two and a half faes. Out of them, one could turn into a dragon.

"I am telling the truth! I am adopted by demons," you frowned.

"Demons don't exist," he said while rolling his eyes.

"Sebek, you are part fae. Lilia and Malleus are faes. Malleus has dragon horns...and Silver is a human adopted by Lilia, a fae," your frown grew deeper. "So why is it so hard to believe my family members are demons."

"You are lying, and I will not allow you to speak a lie in front of the future king of Briar Valley!"

You were at your limits, and without saying a word, you took out the wand Solomon gifted you and wildly waved your arm with the tip pointing to the ground. In a few seconds, a large circle with an intricate pattern appeared on the floor. Much to the Diasomnia members' shock, the magic formation glowed red, and suffocating dark energy poured into the room.

Lilia and Malleus quickly used their magic to suppress the formation and stop the entity you were attempting to summon. Sebek was speechless, and Silver was stunned yet amazed. Before any of them could say a word, your phone rang.

"Hey, Lucifer!" You emphasized his name more and chuckled, "Everything is okay. I wanted to introduce you to my friends because they didn't believe me when I said demons exist. Okay, I will take care, and yes, I am eating properly...and focusing on my studies. Love you too! Bye."

You slid your phone into your jacket pocket and looked at the four students. Their faces were pallid, and they only stared at you with wide eyes. Feeling like you got the last laugh, you playfully smiled and poked them for the final time. "Why do all of you guys look like you saw a ghost?"

"You are...what?" Idia asked.

"Adopted by a family of demons. Seven demons, to be exact," you smiled.

He blankly stared, but before the silence could get uncomfortable, Idia said, "So lemme guess. The oldest brother comes off as cold, cruel, and arrogant but is caring and misunderstood. Not that he cares. The second brother is the family joker, comes off as rude, but is the kindest one - always lookin' out for his brothers. The third brother is a shut-in otaku who is also a gamer and thinks badly about himself...but all he wants is someone to understand and love him."

Ortho didn't think his brother could talk so much in one go, but Idia continued, "The fourth brother has anger issues and pretends he doesn't care about his brothers. In reality, he does. He also likes reading and cats. The fifth brother is obsessed with his appearance, but his beauty is unparalleled. He's easy to get along with but is very clingy. The sixth brother is a musclehead and has a bottomless appetite. He cares about his family more than anything and will protect them at any cost. The seventh brother sleeps all the time and is spoiled by everyone. He sometimes has a short temper and is intelligent. Then you woke up from your dream and realized it was only a game."

"Running a lie detector scan. Scan completed," Ortho said. "Onii-chan, (y/n) is speaking the truth. They are adopted by demons."

"What's next, Ortho? Her family members' names are Lucifer, Mammon, Levithan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor," Idia sarcastically said.

"Yes," you said in absolute shock.

"What?" Idia questioned.

"Upload (y/n)'s family report from NRC's database. Onii-chan, you are right! Those are the names of the demons," he laughed.

You and Idia stared at each other without moving for hours. Neither one of you could process what just happened. Meanwhile, Ortho read the details of the demon brother's out loud.

"Why are all of you being so mean?" You huffed and crossed your arms.

"Maybe because you said your family is made up of demons?" Ace laughed. "Demons...actually demons? You couldn't think up of anything better?"

"It's okay if you don't want to introduce them to us," Trey sighed.

Deuce felt guilty for laughing at you earlier and apologized, "Sorry. Didn't mean to laugh earlier, but what you said was funny..."

"(Y/n). You look like you are about to cry," Cater chuckled, "and Riddle, why do you look scared?"

"S-Scared? Of what? Demons don't exist...," the house warden said under his breath.

"I was going to ask Asmo or Mammon to come over, but I changed my mind. You guys deserve to meet Lucifer or Satan."

"Lucifer and Satan? Like the literal devils?" Ace laughed harder. "What imaginary world do you live in?"

"Okay, that's it!" You closed your eyes, chanted a few words, and called for Satan. "Come forth and answer my call, Satan!"

Ace and Deuce nearly screamed when a man with horns and a spikey tail appeared beside them, looking confused. He ignored them and looked at you. "(Y/n), why did you summon me? Did something happen? And...who are these men?"

"Satan! These men are being mean to me, and I want you to put curses on them...well, except Riddle...he wasn't mean. Curse Cater, so he can't use his phone all day. Curse Deuce so he can't pick fights with anyone. Curse Trey, so he can't brush his teeth for a few days. Curse Ace, so everyone laughs at him whenever they see him," You g gritted your teeth.

"W-Wait, I need to upload photos daily! I can't disappoint my followers," Cater exclaimed while holding his hands up in defense. "I am sorry for not believing you! By the way, Satan, can I take a picture with you? I need a viral photo."

Satan raised an eyebrow but ignored his request and turned his attention to you. "You call those curses? How about I turn all of them into chihuahuas?"

"Then I would have to take care of them," you vigorously shook your head.

"When they try to talk, they start singing, but their singing sounds like listening to a soundtrack backward?"

"Oh...I like that idea! How about getting Cerberus to chase them around?"

"I can't control Cerberus...only a CERTAIN someone can," Satan frowned. "Making them invisible?"

"They have grades to maintain and will be expelled if they fail. How about bringing them to Devildom? They can see what hell looks like."

As you and Satan threw ideas back and forth, the members of Heartslaybul stood in a corner, huddled up. Your words were enough to make them believe you were being raised by demons - they all made a mental note to never mess with you... ever again.

"No, I am being absolutely serious. Rook, you believe me, right?" Your eyes darted toward the hunter, hoping at least he would back you up.

"I dislike such senseless humor. Kindly stop," Vil politely requested as he glared daggers at you.

"Why would I joke about my family? They really are demons!"

Epel shifted uncomfortably and mumbled, "It ain't nice to call yer family...your family by such a mean name."

"Mean? Epel, just like you are a human. They are demons. That's their race," you pouted. "I am not trying to be mean."

Vil took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He folded his arms across his chest and looked you straight in the eyes, "Very well. Then why not call one of your family members here? I am certain that if they are demons, you can summon them here."

"Oh, then I should call Asmo. He will get along with everyone in Pomefoire."

You closed your eyes and muttered a chant to open a portal for Asmo. You stood with your arms open, expecting the fifth brother to run out of the portal and hug you; instead, you saw Levi step out of the portal and instantly freeze. Seeing unknown people staring at him, the third brother frantically looked for a hiding place. He ran behind you and bent down. "Too many...people..."

"Levi? What are you doing here? I called Asmo."

"I...wanted to see y-you," he shakily whispered.

The members of Pomefiore stared at Levi's tail, not believing what they were seeing. Epel's grandmother always taught him that demons were terrible - creatures of the dark that could hurt and kill, but Levi looked nothing like what she had described. Rook, on the other hand, was fascinated. If he asked you to visit your homeland, would you take him?

"(Y/n). I apologize for my behavior earlier. I did think you were lying, yet you proved me incorrect," he smiled. "Levi, welcome to Pomefiore. My name is Vil Schoenheit, and I am the house warden. Would you like to join us for lunch? We won't bite. I promise."

"Demon?" Azul pondered while pushing his glasses up with the tip of his finger. "Ah, I see."

Jade nodded, "My apologies. Rather unfortunate that we cannot select our family members."

"Cheer up, shrimpy," Floyd added. "You've us."

"What? I'm very confused. Oh, wait. That's not what I meant," you laughed. "I don't mean my family members are demonic. I mean, my family members are actual demons."

"Actual...demons?" The house warden chuckled. "(Y/n). Did Ace accidentally hit your head with a spell drive disc again?"

"I'm being serious! Fine, let me prove it to you. Since you three enjoy tormenting people, its time someone tormented you," a devilish smirk tugged on your lips. "Come forth, Beel! Come forth, Belphie!"

"(Y/n)? Is everything okay?" Beel asked, concerned.

Azul jumped at the sight of their horns while the twins stared in shock and amusement. You quickly took out your phone to secretly record their reaction. "Hi, Beel! Everything is a-okay! Belphie. Beel. Meet Jade and Floyd. They're twins, just like you two. And this is Azul."

Belphie nodded, still half asleep, but Beel was too distracted to reply. The smell of freshly cooked food tickled his nose and drew him towards the Mostro Lounge kitchen.

"By the way, Azul, won't you treat my family to your famous Mostro Lounge menu?"

He noticed a hint of teasing in your voice but didn't think much of it. "Ah, where are my manners? Jade. Floyd. Kindly treat our guests to any food or drink they like."

You smirked, "Payback time."

Since that day, Azul banned you from summoning Beel inside Octavinelle. All the profits he made for the week were devoured by the sixth brother within an hour. Also, the students of Octavinelle thought twice before giving you a hard time.

Jamil shook his head at Kalim's excitement - how could he easily believe your words? He understood you trying to prank Kalim, but did you honestly think he would believe you? Demons don't exist. Wait, did you mean your family was demonic, like evil in nature? That made more sense.

"I wish I could call all of them here, but that would get too chaotic. Let me call the prettiest and easiest one to get along with!" You recited his change and called his name, "Asmodeus, come forth."

Jamil's eyes widened as a gasp escaped his lips, "Wait, why did your chant sound like a real-"

"Sweetie!" Asmo appeared behind you and threw his arms around you. "I missed you so much. Why did you choose to go to a school so far away? I worry about you so much that my skin is feeling the stress. Come back home with me!"

"Sorry, Asmo. I miss you too, but I can't drop out after coming this far. Wait for me a little longer."

"Alright. If that makes you happy, I will wait," he smiled and looked around.

Kalim beamed at him while Jamil stood with his back against the nearest wall, looking like he just saw a ghost. Asmo chuckled, "Sweetie, won't you introduce me to your cute friends?"

"Asmo, this is Kalim, and," you looked at the vice house warden and bit the inside of your lip to suppress your laugh. "That's...Jamil."

"Why do you look frightened? Am I terrifying?" Asmo sulked. "But I am the most beautiful demon alive..."

"You are pretty," Kalim beamed.

"Don't worry about Jamil. He probably has a secret fear of demons," you teased. "He will come around eventually."

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[aurelim]

Tag people you want to know better

I thought it would be fun if I did this, especially since I haven't posted an update about ATOL (sorry about that btw, been busy but I am very much working on! Fixing and adding themes, you know?) and so consider this a little update to what I have been doing lately 😊 indirectly tagged by @saharasdawn

last song: Madeleine by Good Kid (just Good Kid songs in general lol they're so good)

currently watching: youtube 😂 and Skate Into Love (cdrama)

three ships: completely random. but. Sonaze. Lukerosa. Sokeefe. Just look them up and you'll find out 😐

favorite color: Blue! 💙

currently consuming: an amalgamation of chicken, beans, rice, and unknown spicy sauce.

first ship: Sonaze. I'm so embarrassed by it, but yeah...I remember the fanfics I looked up so vividly

place of birth: America.

current location: ...your closet home.

relationship status: ...we don't talk about it.

last movie: The Lion King, animated version of course. Nearly cried at the end, the nostalgiaa ��

currently working on: writing, editing and fixing my games, as well as brainstorming new ideas but never following through on them (maybe you'll see one of them come up soon? or maybe not lmao my brain is a chaotic mess).

tagging my guardian spirit @albywritesfiction as well as @elegantunknownphantom, @theomisu, @iridescentcorvid, @aevisreads, @friend-frog and @emysjourney (for some reason the link doesn't pop up, hope you see this Emy 🥺). And also tagging anyone who sees this!

#tag game #sorry for the no updates #st4rdom has been knocking a lot of energy out of me and is currently my main focus #but I'm writing and planning

[reverie-verse]

Hey! How about an Anakin x female reader where they're in a relationship and Padawan!Ahsoka absolutely adores Y/N? Like a chaotic parenting team caring for their reckless young daughter and teasing each other as if they were a little family?

Family Secrets- Anakin Skywalker x Reader

I’m sorry if this is dry and also you should be warned there’s a lot of dialogue. I didn’t proof read soooo I apologize for the inconvenience of that 😭😭Listen hear me out, I know in every Anakin fic I write, our girl is always married to him. There’s a reason for that, it’s because I want to be married to this man so badly okaaaayy. Imagine being married to him like for real for real 😩🫶🏽. Also I know that’s Ahsoka hugging Bearess buuuutttt we pretend it’s Y/N😂😂😂.

Ummmmm let me know if you guys want more!😊🫶🏽

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You had woken up the moment you felt Anakin’s presence nearby followed by a light opening of the front door. You removed the blankets from your body, you stood up from the couch making your way to the door. Anakin’s eyes scanned the room, he could feel Ahsoka’s sleeping presence in your bedroom. His eyes landing on the couch where you slept, the blankets crumpled. His eyes finally landed on you, your hair tousled, you had worn his tunic to bed. He stepped inside your secretly shared home.

“ How is she?” He whispered he takes another step forward pulling off his armor, trying to free himself of the war that weighed down on him. He leaned down pecking your forehead.

“She's pretty upset, she wasn’t comfortable going back to her room so I let her stay in mine.” You yawned as you turned to walk back to your makeshift bed. Anakin follows behind you.

“ Who told her?” He scrunched his eyebrows as he sat down pulling off his boots. You immediately laid back down in your spot.

“ Padme”

“ Why?”

“ Uh well for starters Senators are amazing talkers. They are very good at getting answers and giving answers. Ahsoka knows that, the only person she trusts and the only person we trust has those answers.” You reached up, running a hand through Anakin’s hair as he finished pulling off his boots, moving to pull off his glove.

“I never wanted her to find out this way” his eyes shifted from yours back to his glove then back to yours.

“ Neither did she, in fact she wanted you to be the one to tell her.”

“ But she adores you, why would she want me to tell her?” Anakin by now had pulled off his glove and shirt leaving him in his trousers. You placed your hand back down, turning onto your side. Anakin crawling in behind you, tucking himself under the blankets and wrapping his arms around you.

“Because you're her Master, and she spends most of her time with you. I think she just wanted to hear it from you before anyone else. Including me” You replied, Anakin placed his cheek down onto your head, his mouth by your ear. His arms tucked under your arms. “- I think you should talk to her in the morning.”

“ Hmm, maybe you could help me?”

“Sure if it makes you feel better” You tell him, shutting your eyes, snuggling further into the couch, your head resting into the pillow, the warmth and heat from the blanket and Anakin making you sleepy.

“ Y/N.” Anakin sighed softly, almost in a come-on type of way. He props himself up on his elbow, leaning down over you so that he could look at your face.

“ Alright, alright, I’ll help you.” You peeked through one eye up at him, trying hard not to laugh at his behavior.

“Together?” He asks.

“ Yes, together. Now can we please go to sleep, you’re all nice and warm and I’m tired”

“ What if I’m not?”

You opened your eyes, turning your head towards him. His nose is bumping yours. “ We have company, this isn’t exactly the time or place”

“ Why not?”

“ Because I got a kid in my room or did that leave your mind”

“ No, I just missed you”

“ I missed you too, but- Anakin! No, I am sleeping on the other couch, you can sleep by yourself!” You smacked Anakin’s grabby hands pushing yourself off of the couch, moving to the opposite. Anakin grabbed your arm, yanking you back down refusing to let you move.

“ I’ll keep my hands to myself. I swear” He gives you a sweet smile, you squint your eyes at him.

“ Fine” You crawled back into his arms. His bare chest resting against your back. His arms wrapping around you, you held his arm and hand to your chest. You shut your eyes again, Anakin basking in your presence he too shut his eyes, sleep driving you both into a deep slumber. As the night grew into early morning, Ahsoka found herself exiting your bedroom. She had a lot on her mind, yet she found solace and peace here in your home, the home you shared with Anakin. It was comforting to know that if she needed an escape that she could come here. She felt safe and protected, relaxed. She felt freedom, to feel, to express her emotions. Ahsoka stretched her arms and legs out, a content sigh leaving her. This was one of best sleeps she’s had in a long time. It brought tears to her eyes, her bare feet touching the soft padding, a rug. She wiped the tears from her eyes, she moved from the bed to your bedroom door, opening it.

Ahsoka walked through the hall and into the living area, the wide windows open, letting the barely risen morning sun shine through. She could sense deep sleep, Anakin and you were in. Ahsoka tip-toed towards the couch, peering over, you were laid down on the couch, your arm thrown across Anakin’s back, your head turned towards the couch cushion. Anakin laid on top of you with his head on your chest, his arm dangling off the couch, his head facing in the direction of the window. The two of you looked stress free, in the state of serenity. Ahsoka needed some time to figure out what she felt. Even as she felt happy she was still hurting from the fact the two of you never told her. She needed to burn off some of that excess energy to channel it elsewhere. Ahsoka made her way quietly out of your shared home, heading for the Jedi Temple, training, she needed training.

Ahsoka entered the sparring hall, thankfully no one had been in there except Obi Wan. Obi Wan wasn’t exactly training more like stretching, his eyes were closed but he knew she was there, he could sense her unease, her pain, her happiness, her many emotions.

“ You’re up early”

“Hello Master Obi Wan, do you mind if I join you?” Ahsoka moved toward the sparring mat, Obi Wan continued his stretches.

“ Sure, I could use the company” He reaches over, moving to his other leg.

“ Great, uh can I ask you a question” Ahsoka plops down next to him, starting her set of stretches.

“ Of course” He stops turning to look at Ahsoka.

“ Um, Has Anakin ever mentioned… feelings… to you before?” Ahsoka reaches for her toes.

“ Feelings?”

“ Yes feelings”

“ On rare occasions he has. Most of the time I have to remind him to have patience or reassure his overactive mind-Is something wrong?”

“ Uh no not exactly” She stops turning to look at Obi Wan.

“ Then what seems to be troubling you”Obi Wan watched Ahsoka closely. A deep sigh leaving her chest as she looks down at the floor. “I’m sure whatever it is, it will be alright”

“ Master, if a Jedi falls in love-“

“ Ah I see, you found out about Y/N and Anakin” Obi Wan waves his hand in acknowledgment.

“ You knew? Of course you knew you were Anakin’s Master-How come you never said anything?”

“I try not to meddle in others' personal affairs. But to ease your mind I was in love once myself, Duchess Satine. Back when I was a padawan not much older than Anakin. I spent a year in Mandalore. I loved her and if she had asked I would’ve left the order. But I didn’t-I haven’t, and I follow a path of Jedi. However this doesn’t mean I don’t support Anakin and Y/N's relationship. They kept it a secret and they still follow their own path as a Jedi. I have no reason to report them nor a desire to. They are my closest friends and my only family.”

“ So love is forbidden but it seems that almost every Jedi I know has experienced it.”

“ Becoming a jedi comes with complications. We sacrifice everything we know and feel to a cause that is meant to keep and protect the peace. It can get lonely, and oftentimes, people find themselves drawn to others who are in similar situations. Ahsoka, they are natural feelings and as a Jedi, we feel them regardless of the code, it is our responsibility to maintain them. Do with that what you will”

“ Thanks Obi Wan”

“ You’re welcome Ahsoka”

“ So Duchess Satine, what's the story behind that?”

“ Another time”

“ Aw come on”

“Let’s train”

“ Seriously”

“ Keep pushing and we’ll visit the library”

——————

“ Where is she?!” You hissed as you and Anakin both walked briskly down the Jedi halls. You had checked the cafeteria first, you knew that when she couldn’t sleep she often would eat a snack or food. Something but she was nowhere near the cafeteria.

“ Let’s check the sparring hall” Anakin and you both turned heading out of the room. Your nerves were skyrocketing. You tried to calm them, ease them, you took deep breaths attempting to regulate them. You needed to be calm in order for you to find her. You couldn’t do that when you were stressed. Anakin was no help, his own anxiety and worry slipping through the cracks, it went unnoticed by most, it was his typical behavior besides his overconfidence and cocky personality. His massive height gives him an advantage with his strides, for anyone else it would be hard to catch up. For you even though you were short, you marched his pace quick and easy. Even after the two of you had searched the sparring room there was no sign of her. The two of you searched every corner of every area you thought she might be in and each time you came up empty handed.

The two of you reached your shared home. You ran a hand across your forehead. You were failing at staying calm. Your head was beginning to pound and just the mere thought of your relationship ruining her life ate at you. You remained quiet, you said nothing how could you. Anakin the mere opposite of you spoke everything, he was furious, and scared, he was more scared of what could happen to Ahsoka than the council finding out. He could care less. He just wanted her to be safe. He shook his head throwing his robe on the couch, you paced by the window. You hadn’t even thought of taking your robe off your shoes or anything.

“Where would she go?” Anakin looks around.

“ I don’t know” you whispered.

“ She can’t just leave” Anakin shakes his head

“ But she did. She left, she’s gone”

“ She’s not gone” Anakin turns to look at you.

“ Look what we did Anakin-what if she ran away because of us?!”

“ That’s not Ahsoka, she would never do that”

“ But what if she did”

“ She won’t” Anakin eyes locked onto yours. He was certain. He had to be no he needed to be.

“ How do you know that? We single handily fucked up everything she knew about the order. Not to mention that she has no one to talk to about what she saw and heard- She’s a kid, she’s just a kid”

“I don’t care what the Jedi say, she is my padawan, my responsibility, she can keep the peace and be a soldier by feeling and trusting her instincts. She won’t leave, I know her!”

“ She isn’t just your padawan, she’s our friend! You may not care about the order but she might! She might trust and believe what she hears, you can’t decide that for her!“

“ She isn’t leaving Y/N, she’ll be here!”

“ Anakin-“ The door opened to your home, both of you turned to look towards it, Ahsoka walked through looking tired but carrying a lunch.

“ Ugh I'm sorry I'm late, Master Obi Wan thought it would be a good idea to visit the library. He said I ask too many questions..”. You and Anakin both raised your eyebrows in surprise. Relief filled your chest and your heart, the anxiety washing away. Anakin held a smile of his own, pride, gratitude and happiness echoing in his chest and heart. He knew this wouldn’t have driven Ahsoka away, with the many ideals they do share, emotions are one of them. You clasped your hands together, you fought the urge to rush to her and wrap her in your arms. Ahsoka smiled; she seemed to have known you too well. Ahsoka ran over to you, throwing her arms around you. She was happy to be home, and you were more than willing to provide her that safety, love, home and a family.

“ So you’re not mad about us getting together?” You asked as your arms wrapped tighter around Ahsoka hugging her one last time before letting go.

“ No” She says simply, a content sigh escaping you. You were worried that she would have rejected the two of you but now that she didn’t, and now that you knew she won’t. You could sleep easy, you would know that she would be loved and protected. That she would be taken care of and not just by you but by the man whom you married. Her own Master.

“ Ahsoka, now is the time to express your concerns.” Anakin reminds her as he crosses his arms.

“ Master, it's fine! I was worried at first but then Master Obi Wan reassured me that everything was okay! As long as we continue to meet the needs of the people then what is there to worry about. Both of you do it everyday, I know it’s not easy, but I support you both.”

“ Really?Keeping the peace and all of that, you mean to tell me you aren’t the least bit frustrated?” You questioned her raising an eyebrow.

“-I-I admit I was a little hurt by the fact that neither one of you told me about your marriage. Specifically you Master, you share everything with me and you kept the most important secret to yourself. I would’ve preferred if you told me rather than hearing it from someone else. I can assure you both that your secret is safe with me” Ahsoka gives you both a reassuring smile.

“ Thank you Ahsoka. I can promise you that there will be no more secrets, only the truth.” Anakin whispers. His own tears welling but he fights them off. His own version of relief lifts off his chest, the weight he carried slipping away. His heart is a little lighter, his love for his padawan growing. The two of you felt a shift in the air, a new dynamic exposing itself, a new reality that the two of you silently wished you could have. It was almost impossible to miss, the fact that Ahsoka will always be more than just a padawan to them both. Anakin walked over to her, taking her in his arms. You watched as tears welled in your own eyes, your own heart bursting with happiness. Ahsoka wrapped her arms around her Master.

Ahsoka couldn’t put into words the feelings she had. It was merely indescribable. All she could feel was love and light. An understanding between the three of them, her own mind, heart, and soul out at ease. She felt your arms wrap around Anakin and her. In that moment she felt content, at peace, she felt loved and cared for. She felt comfortable, stress free, and just for a minute or two she felt like a kid with her parents. She felt the world lift off her shoulders, no mask to hide her anger, her pain, her sadness, her frustrations, her pride, her joy, all of it. She wanted to cry and so she did, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. She let herself feel all of it in the safety of both your arms. She never knew how much she needed this, how much you all needed it. She sighed the tighter the two of you held her, Ahsoka had shut her eyes for a few seconds longer taking it in even longer. She wasn’t ready to let go yet.

“ As much as I love this reunion, I’m getting hungry, we should eat” You spoke as earned a laugh from both Anakin and Ahsoka. The three of you let go of each other grinning with little chuckles left over from your laughs.

“ I think we should eat something that’s not porridge” Ahsoka says earning an eye roll from Anakin

“ I second that” You looked at your husband.

“ We could eat rations” Anakin shrugs as if he was serious.

“ Awe come on-“ You rested your hands on your hips.

“ Master, I'm tired of rations” Ahsoka shakes her head crossing her arms

“No rations then”

“ Let’s go to that restaurant Obi Wan normally goes too” You walked over grabbing both Anakin’s and Ahsoka’s cloaks and handing it to them. The three of you were heading for the door.

“ Ahsoka?” Anakin questions.

“ Yes Master?”

“ Obi Wan told you that you asked too many questions, what did you ask him?”

“ Oh right, I asked him about Duchess Satine. He gave me very little detail but I could make some inferences on my own about them. It got me thinking about the two of you. I thought it would be a good idea to ask Master Obi Wan how you both met.”

“ Oh” Your eyes locked on to Anakin’s whose eyebrows rose in surprise. He shouldn’t have been so caught off guard he knew better than to assume that she would in fact ask questions after all she is his padawan.

“ Oh? Is there something I’m missing?”

“ Ummm no I just think that this is something we probably shouldn’t discuss-“

“ Why not Master Y/N? I’m sure it’s a lovely story” Ahsoka contorts her face bringing on the irresistible adorableness as she tries to bait you into spilling the details. She is as creative as her Master, pulling the biggest trick of all on you. You stop in your tracks placing your hands on your hips. Anakin and Ahsoka stop in their tracks side by side crossing their arms.

“ Lovely story my ass, your Master put me through and gave me hell”

“ I did not”

“ Yes you did”

“ That’s not how I remember it”

“ Of course you don’t remember it like that”

“ What’s that supposed to mean”

“ Guys?! Can someone tell me the story?!”

“Ask him” You pointed towards Anakin who was only shaking his head. Ahsoka made a face looking between the two of you.

“ Why can’t you tell her?”

“ You really think she should hear the story?-“

“Never mind, let’s just keep going, forget I asked” Ahsoka waves it off.

“ Good idea” You remove your hands from your hips, taking Ahsoka back into your arms as the two of you walk. Anakin follows behind still yet a cheeky grin remains on his face. His mind drifted back to the past that you both shared, an intense heated past. Maybe the topic is best left unsaid though he’d definitely make you pay for it later. Anakin switched gears in his mind again drifting back to the view in front of him. You and Ahsoka had moved on to another conversation. The two of you wrapped in each other's arms. Giggles and laughs echoed through the air. It was melodic, comforting, reassuring. The three of you entered the restaurant sitting down in a booth. Ahsoka sat next to you and Anakin sat across from you both. A sad truth Anakin had accepted the moment the two of you crossed paths.

“I can’t believe you met a boy! And he’s a senator, Ahsoka! You know your Master was into a Senator once too”

“ Y/N” Anakin groans, shoving his face into his mechanical hand as he leaned his elbow on the table.

“ Whaaaaatt” Ahsoka gasped, eyes widened with excitement.

“ Oh yeah, back in his padawan years, Senator Amidala”

“ Wait, you mean Padme?” Ahsoka's mind had officially been blown.

“ What happened to we aren’t talking about our love story”

“ I changed my mind” You chuckled, as you watched Ahsoka’s eyes lit up and Anakin, who removed his face from his hand, offered you his charming smile. You started from the very beginning as far as you could go, you spared Ahsoka some of the gritty details, but you spoke of friendship, love, loyalty, everything. You spoke of the hardships you went through. Anakin joined in telling his version of the story which led to more arguing on who was right. Ahsoka rested her chin in her hand. She asked questions, and made comments. She was more than delighted to know the truth. It was something she hoped to experience one day too. She loved the way the two of you bickered like an old married couple, ironically that’s who you both were. This was a memory Ahsoka carries with her forever.

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Homelander x Chaotic! Hyper Fem!Reader

The Homelander brainrot is real and I hate it with my whole being. I want this man dead, he's so pathetic. Anyway, I haven't watched The Boys but I'm hooked on his character thanks to falling down the rabbit hole with Character.Ai and all the talented writers for The Boys fandom, like? Absolutely scrumptious works. Also I just really wanted to write for a chaotic reader, the hyper fem part came after lmao

TW: This was written with a AFAB reader in mind so there's descriptions of Reader wearing a skirt, no pronouns specified; Homelander's creepiness is considerably toned down for this, but he does break into reader's apartment and actively stalks them; Reader says some saucy stuff; Cussing; Homelander has a panic attack/mental break down; Reader is a horny virgin; Age Gap, it's only mentioned once or twice, but it's still there and prevalent; Gen Z humor- reader is a Gen Z baby, they're in their early 20s

"You didn't tell me that Homelander had a slutty ass waist." The words caught him off guard. They were whispered. Somewhere in the crowd. His eyes fought to stay glued onto the press speaker, his smile twitching ever so slightly.  The comment had hung in his head, floating around like a phantom, even as he took the stage and did his speech perfectly. Like always. He preens as the people clap and cheer for him.  Then the voice chirps out, in the safety of the cheering and the noise: "Homelander? More like Sluttylander, am I right?" He hears a scoff after that, zeroing in on the conversation now: two women. No older than their mid 20s. "Hey, I mean that respectfully." "You know he's like 20 years older than you, right?" "I'll bend him over and make him call me daddy. I'm not a coward." A cackle. He had scanned the crowd while keeping a smile plastered on his lips. He was curious what foul mouth little shit was talking. Until his gaze lands on… you.  You look like the cat that got the cream as you look at your friend who has to hold onto you for support as she giggles and laughs. Your bright eyed gaze moves from her back to him just to tense as you catch his gaze. "Um," you elbow her- Renae- to get her attention and she giggles before she looks and she's freezing too. "He isn't looking at us is he?" She shrugs. "I don't know…" she trails off. You squint before covering your mouth with your hands, talking just loud enough for Renae to hear you but no one else. "Blink twice if you can hear us." It was a joke. There's no way- And then he's blinking. Once. Twice.  "Oh bitch-tits." You want to scream, grabbing Renae's wrist, pushing through the crowd. "Fuck, dude, this is going to be my thirteenth reason, I swear to fuck-"  He watches the two of you go. He shouldn't be interested. You're just some snot nosed kid. But… how you spoke, the chaotic-ness of it all. The way the light caught your hair, the curves of your body, the way that skirt flares up as you scurry away... he's intrigued to say the least…

💫 Homelander wasn't normally so… interested in the general public, but he had been quick to commit your face and voice to memory. He had actually stumbled upon you, finding out you worked at some high-end retail job. You dealt with snooty people and all the while kept up that pretty little customer service smile despite the clear signs of barely concealed frustration searing under your skin. He could smell the heat of your blood and watched you through the building's walls when you went on break and sat down stiffly, just to scream into your hands. It started out as something funny because he found your misery amusing and then the descent into madness started.

💫 It was like he went through the five stages of grief. At first he had convinced himself that he keeps watching you out of sheer amusement. And then he started to take in more pieces of you: how you took care of things you treasure; how you cared and cooed at the plants that were in your house; how you talked to that damn fish that your treasured so much; your little mannerisms- things he started to find… cute. Then it was denile: no he didn't find you cute he found you amusing. He laughed when you seethed about your toast burning; how you had a breakdown as soon as you got off work because the crushing weight of living in a capitalistic society came crashing down on you; how you talked to yourself like you were having a full blown conversation with another person- you were amusing. And then came the realization and then rage: how dare you make him feel like this? You were just a sniveling little thing. He was a god. How dare you? And then came acceptance. He was… casual when he accepted it. Like all the turmoil had fallen off his shoulders. He was watching you, taking in how you nurtured your "plant children", how you talked to them and wiped the dust off their leaves. It made his heart flutter.

💫 After that, his casual viewings become much more of a time investment as he pays closer and closer attention to you. Every waking moment he has when he's not busy juggling the press and Vought, is spent watching you. Taking in information and storing it in his brain for safe keeping: what you like to eat; your favorite type of plant; your dream vacation; what type of fish you have (you have a betta. He searched them up. He learned all about them to feel closer to you). 

💫 Soon enough, observing isn't enough. He starts to go into your apartment when you're not home, looking at the coziness of your space. Taking in the scent and looking at your plants and your Betta fish that flares his gills at him. It makes him snort in amusement. How cute. He'll lay on your bed, shoving his face into your pillows and inhaling deeply, moaning in contentment. 

💫 He also starts to "coincidentally" run into you on the streets. He finds it so funny each time you gawk at him. A "holy fuck!" Leaving you as you gesture wildly, "it's fucking Homelander!" 

○ He's not too keen on your potty mouth, but he supposes he can let it slide. He's just as bad.

💫 He smiles his charming little smile as he'll make small talk with you, his hands on his hips as he takes you in. He loves knowing how much stronger he is than you and he has to fight hard to keep from popping a boner. You're so fun to talk to, you say the most out of pocket things:

"Yeah, like, almost got stabbed by a homeless man today. Like, 0/10 would not recommend." You said, looking at your nails. Frowning about the nail polish already chipping. "Yeah, well, not many people put 'being stabbed' at the top of their list of things to happen to them." He replies with a laugh, moving closer to you, taking in that mellow perfume you wear. "I mean, I'm down for knife play, but I'm a classy slut. You have to take me to dinner first." He's flabbergasted. He loves it.

💫 He begins to insert himself into your life, taking up more and more of your free time, you don't even notice it at first. How he just… starts spending time at your home. How you two begin a ritual of movie night every Saturday (he forced Vought to make that day his off day. He was not to be called under any circumstance short of the world going to implode on itself). You have so many emotions in that body of yours and he finds it amusing when you gasp or a look of disgust crosses your face at something a character did. You'd be horrible at poker.

"What the fu-" He has an easy smile on his face as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and places his hand over your mouth. Not threateningly. More playful than anything. You simply hold onto his hand with both of yours as you watch the screen. 

💫 You catch him off guard all the time. Your girly appearance gives nothing away to the chaotic tendencies. You were the closest thing to an actual agent of chaos he's seen. He once watched you, while you were with that little friend of yours- Renae- run across the street as a group of men cat called you, swinging your purse at high velocity speed, yelling: "I'll fucking end your bloodline!" The men were terrified and scurried off screaming "crazy bitch!" You had given Renae a thumbs up, proud of yourself. He also watched you steal a pro-life abortion sign "saying Jesus wouldn't want this" and javelin throwing it into someone's backyard pool before bolting down the street, cackling. Both times in heels. Both times he was weirdly turned on. 

💫 He likes how girly you dress. He loves it actually. He loves all the soft pastel colors you wear and the pleated skirts. It makes you look soft and delicate and he's obsessed with it. He has a tendency to pull at the hem of your skirt, flick it up slightly. You just give him a dead stare and lift up your skirt. "Shorts, bitch." You do it every time and he thinks it's funny.

💫 He hates that you're home screen is a collage of Soldier Boy with that stupid cursive font saying: "my daddy is super dead, but he could still hit it <;3". He hates it and then your lock screen is of your fish.

"Why do you have that?" He asks with disdain.  "What?" She asks looking up at him. He rolls his eyes. "Don't play stupid. Why is he your wallpaper? He's dead. He's been dead." Sure, that was his hero but like hell he wanted to see that man's charming smirk on your homescreen. "Soldier Boys is hot." You say it with all the seriousness of someone telling a prophecy. Homelander's eye twitches. "And I'm not." "No. You are. With your slutty waist." She assures him. "But Soldier Boy is the OG daddy." He scoffs. 

● He ends up stealing your phone later on when you're not looking and changing the wallpaper himself, having memorized your password.

💫 For as flirty and raunchy your mind was, you were oddly freaked out of genuine touch. The first time he tried to make a move on you, you screamed and almost gave yourself a concussion with how you fell over the arm of the couch. He was stunned until you explained you had issues with romantic touch. "Daddy issues, am I right?" She tries to play it off with a laugh. He is not laughing. Later, though, he starts to find it amusing, taking the chance to make you squirm and blush is so funny to him. He revels in your pain and embarrassment.

● He has killed people who had done the same. Like, actually snapped a guy's neck for it.

💫 He is NOT thrilled when you talk about wanting to rail fictional characters. He actually gets pouty. Genuinely gets pissy. He tries to ban you from watching anime.

"But. Toji hot." "I don't care if 'Toji hot'. He spits. "Toji is a fictional character. You need a real man that knows how to please you." You look at him, eating a spoonful of cereal despite his protests about eating it so late. You chew slowly and swallow. "Toji's got that potent dad nut. It works, John." Homelander practically chokes on his spit at that.

💫 He lets you call him John. He likes when you call him John. Call him John.

💫 He actually tries to be better for you because you've voiced how you didn't like when people get hurt. He tries. Key word tries to be more aware, to be a better person. Just for you. 

💫 Absolutely goes insane if you praise him. It's all he wants and all her craves. You've casually complimented him once and he's latched onto it ever since. He's infatuated with your praise. He's like a puppy, looking to you after he did a good deed, looking to you when he does a chore right. It's almost better than sex for him. Almost.

💫 He's elated when you let him lay in your lap. Despite how squeamish you were about sex, you craved physical touch and, guess what? So does he! He's obsessed with laying down and taking in your sweet scent, your fingers playing with his hair as you scroll through your phone. He adores the casual touches you leave on him, adore every time you hang onto his arm. He knows you don't mean anything romantic, but it still fills a hole to have a genuine companion that cares about him in his life. 

💫 You've helped him after a breakdown, when his mind felt like it was splitting and his ego was taking in a mind of its own- and then there you were. In all your pretty, pastel colored and pleated skirt glory.

"John?" You say softly, not approaching him just yet. Giving him the space he needs. "Do you need a hug?" He's breathing hard. He didn't know why he came to your apartment. He thought he was going back to his penthouse in Vought towers. But no. Here he was. And you're standing there, confused about your pretty features. The chaotic side of you is completely gone for the moment. He just stares at you. Of course you'd run to some bitch. A voice hisses in his head. We're a god among men and you come crawling to some fucking-  He squeezes his eyes shut. Your eyes soften. "Come on." You say, your voice soft and gently. A soft coo to him. "Let's sit you down." You open the door wider for him and he trudges in, looking completely drained. He sinks into your couch and you disappear into your room and come out with a fuzzy blanket. The one you wrap around the two of you have movie night. You drape it over him, gently. "It's ok, sweetheart," you say. "I don't know what's happening but you're safe now." He almost scoffs. No one could touch him. He was The Homelander. But… how you said it. It made his chest ache with something heavy. "Can… Can you hold me?" He practically whispers. "Of course, honey." You open your arms up for him. He immediately melts into your hold, his head pressing against the crook of your neck, his hands desperately clinging to the back of your shirt. He sucks in a breath of your scent before he breaks, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as his sobs into you.  He's not a pretty crier. But who is? You run your hand through his hair. Your cheek resting against his head. It feels strange to see a man that could be your father break down. But you had a feeling he was a mess on the inside. All that bravado and charisma making up for an abysmal childhood.  It takes him a while to calm down. His puffy eyes blinking, his blue eyes glassy, he sniffles.  "Oh, sweetie," you coo, swiping your thumb under his eyes to wipe the tear streaks away. "You look like a mess." You say softly, not to make fun of him. Just to state an obvious fact. He sniffles, glaring at you.  You smile at him and he melts.

💫 He won't let you paint his nails, but he wants to paint your nails. He has a pension for picking colors related to him. You make fun of him for it. 

💫 He lets you put accessories in his hair. ONLY when it's movie night. He did accidentally go to a meeting with a hair clip that has rhinestones that spelt 'JUICY' on it. The Seven stayed silent and he was embarrassed as hell when he saw it in the mirror of the window.

💫 HE IS ACTUALLY TRAUMATIZED WHEN YOU FIGURE OUT HE WEARS A BODYSUIT OH MY GOD. HE SUFFERS. THAT'S HOW YOU GET HIM BACK FOR MESSING WITH YOUR FLUSTEREDNESS.

"What's up, my cute stick bug." "Shut the fuck up."  You are the only person allowed to poke fun at him about that. Anyone else would get obliterated.

💫 If you involve him in picking out your outfits, he has hit Nirvana. He has truly seen heaven. He actually has a pretty solid eye for clothes. But he will take the opportunity to coordinate an outfit that has colors that compliment his hero outfit. If you notice, he'll play dumb.

💫 Anyway, congratulations, you have an OP friend. Until he isn't content with just being friends any more….

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[onboardsorasora]

For de aged Daniel, max has a stream with red line that he can’t get out of so he sets Daniel up with a coloring station and Daniel draws the two of them racing or on the podium. So obvs he has to show max and he does so during the stream which is how the Max Verstappen secret kid rumors start

And since the kid is wearing so much Ferrari people assume that it’s a secret Lestappen baby which max hates because he loves Daniel and Charles is just laughing at all of the tweets/chaotically liking them to add to the rumors

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“Mate, when are you gonna be able to get here?” Max asked over the phone, keeping an eye at the coffee table where Little Daniel was colouring with his tongue sticking out adorably while he concentrated.

“Mate, I told you I'm gonna be late. I am helping maman with something, then I will be there.” Charles' voice was distant on the phone and Max sighed explosively.

“Ok, the door code is the same. I have to jump on.”

“It will be fine, Max.” Charles tried to soothe before they hung up. Max looked towards Little Daniel. “Daniel, Charles will be here soon. Are you ok out here while I go into a meeting?”

“Shaarrllll.” Little Daniel drawled, not looking up from choosing his next colour.

“Daniel? Did you hear me?” Max asked again softly.

“Yeah Maxy. I'll shtay here.” Little Daniel nodded up at Max, brown eyes bright.

“Pinky promise?” Max asked sticking out his finger.

Little Daniel looked at him consideringly before hooking his pinky with a grin. “I'm gonna draw you a picture Maxy!” He declared.

“I'd love one thank you, Daniel.” 

Max went into his sim room after taking a long look at Little Daniel who took a new sheet of paper and started colouring again. He settled himself in his rig and joined the stream, apologizing for being late.

“Everything ok, Mate?” Crane asked. Max glanced up at the camera and waved before straightening his shirt across his chest while he watched them play a round.

“Yeah, I just had to deal with something. Of course, I would never miss staring into your eyes Crane.” Max laughed when his friends snorted.

They set up for iRacing, Max letting the chatter wash over him while he slowly tried to relax and stop listening out for Little Daniel in the other room. Little Daniel had snacks, he had his crayons, paper and a colouring book. The TV was also on, playing another race, and Jimmy and Sassy were around to distract him. He only needed to last at most a half an hour before Charles came.

After the first race– that Max won, he begged off a minute and turned off his camera. He got up and peaked out of the room to see Little Daniel where he left him, looking up at the TV attentively and nibbling his finger.

Max sighed and relaxed further before climbing back in the rig. He came back to chaos as Bennett and Gianni were arguing about whether iguanas truly fell asleep if it got too cold. Max joined in, stating a few animal facts he learned while looking up information for Little Daniel.

They're going through qualifying again when the door to the sim room busts open. It wasn't fully closed in the first place so Little Daniel met little resistance when he barrelled in like the koolaid man.

“Maxy! I finished it!” He's waving his drawing around like a flag. Max's eyes widen and he lunged for his camera, fumbling to turn it off. 

“Fu–sorry mate! He's really fast.” Charles charged in and scooped up Little Daniel in his arms. Max yanked off his headphones and turned to look at Little Daniel who is smiling broadly at him before frowning at Charles. 

“Shaarrllll I wanna show Maxy!” Little Daniel whined, his body going toddler tantrum tense.

“How about we make him another one then put it on the fridge so he'll see it as soon as he's finished his meeting?” Charles tried to bargain, walking out of the room. Max heard the first sounds of Daniel's unhappy cries and followed them out of the room.

Little Daniel looked up at Max with wide, wet, unhappy eyes and Max reached for him. He pressed his face in Max's neck unhappily and Max rubbed his little back, underneath his red Ferrari shirt.

Max took the crumpled picture that Little Daniel still clutched and looked at it while small hands squeezed around his neck. It was a picture of Max and Little Daniel in their race suits in front of a race car. 

“Thank you for the drawing Daniel. It is lovely.” Max said softly, soothingly. Little Daniel sniffed loudly and scrubbed at his eyes 

“You like it?” He sniffled.

“I do! Can you and Charles make me another one?”

Little Daniel nodded against Max's neck and Max thought he must have been very upset to forgo his usual “Sharl” vocal stim.

Max looked over to see Charles watching him with an unreadable expression. Max ignored him and put Little Daniel safely in his arms.

“I'm going to beg off the rest of the stream. I'll be back in five I think.”

“Of course. Sorry.” Charles looked contrite but Max waved it off. 

He got back in his rig and put on his headphones, listening in as the guys gained control over the stream again after his very abrupt departure. The chat was going wild based on what Max could see. He turned on his camera and Crane visibly relaxed.

“Everything ok over there Maxy Max?”

“Yeah mate. But I've got to go, something's come up.”

“Would that something happen to be toddler shaped?” Gianni asked

“Was that Charles??” Bennett jumped in.

“I'll talk to you guys later. Bye!” Max turned off his camera and mic quickly, before shutting everything down and quitting the room. He found Charles and Little Daniel exactly where he left them and Little Daniel raised his hands immediately when he saw Max, wanting to be lifted. Max obliged without hesitation. 

Both Max and Charles’ phone went off at the same time– denoting a group chat message. Max watched curiously as Charles' eyes widened.

“Oh no.” 

“What's happened?”

“Apparently we have a love child.” Charles raised his phone to show the looping gif of Little Daniel running up to Max and Charles coming to scoop him up before Max turns off his camera.

“Well, crap.” Max muttered.

“Shaarrllll….crap.” Little Daniel mumbled tiredly against Max's skin.

“No, Daniel we don’t need to repeat that.” Max mumbled, narrowing his eyes at Charles who was giggling at his phone. “What are you doing?”

“Mate, the internet works so fast, theres already theories about which one of us got pregnant.” Charles snickered into his palm and Max rolled his eyes, knowing he was on twitter liking tweets. Well there went his hope that this would blow over quickly.

“Why would I even want to have a baby with you?” Max groused, not wanting Daniel to be seen as he and Charles’ anything. 

“I would be a good mommy, no?” Charles rubbed his belly before giggling again. “I am going to call Lando to sort this all out.”

“You do that, Daniel and I are going to order pizza.” He rolled his eye before looking down at Little Daniel who seemed to perk up a little. “Would you like to choose the pizza?” 

Little Daniel nodded against his chest before covering his face. Max frowned. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m schowy.” He mumbled while biting his palm.

“What for?”

“I-” Little Daniel frowned and looked at the floor sadly.

“Daniel?”

“I broke the pinky pwomise.” He whispered morosely. “‘Shell says it's bad. I didn’t mean to Maxy.”

Max felt that cuteness aggression that he’d become very accustomed to feeling. He stopped himself from squeezing Daniel’s little body to his chest and stroked his hair instead.

“It's ok bud, you didn’t mean to. You were just excited.”

“I won’t do it again. Pwomise!” Little Daniel vowed.

“I believe you, let's get some juice. Do you want juice?” Little Daniel nodded and Max walked them into the kitchen, ignoring Charles’ heart eyes and the phone trained in their direction.

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[still-a-morosexual-help]

this is quite ramble tbh but this thought has been sitting in my head for so long. as a poc obey me player i have this little self indulgent scenario where my mc is talking w the brothers and they ask about how mc dealt w all the bs the other demons were giving them about being a human. and my mc is like “racism exists in the human world too??” and it made me think about how out of touch the brothers are from the human world. like do they know anything from the last 500 years of human world?

The funniest thing to me is like yeah there's classism and racism (though I would argue it's more classism than racism) within the demons of the Devildom but it seems to be mostly based on "how able am i to kick your ass" hence the more magically and physically powerful demons end up in higher positions (and this makes much more sense when you learn that the Devildom had no laws until Diavolo's grandfather so it would have very literally been "survival of the fittest")

However if you take out the magical/physical strength factor: demons, as we see in the game, come in all shapes and sizes and from different cultures and are never treated differently based on that eg: the ant sized demons and the nightlantern people

So all I can imagine is demons being like:

Humans discriminate each other based on *rapidly check notes* skin...colour????? and where you come from and what you believe in???? Not on who can knock out the most teeth????????????????

Just absolutely bamboozled by it

Also about knowing what the human world is like, we find out in S3 that at least Mammon has a pretty good idea what the human world is like because of how often he visits it due to running errands for Lucifer, paying debts to the witches, visiting his kid - to the point that he blends in pretty easily unlike some people *cough*Satan*cough*

ALSO ALSO

It's not human world racism but Nightbringer shows that the 7 brothers have a pretty good idea of what racism actually is, given the way they're initially treated by civilians of the Devildom (eg: how they're kicked out of shops) and how they still seem to be treated by the nobility. "Fallen Angel" also seems to be a slur or something similar which I will never get over

We also get to see a lot of racism from the angels towards the demons in S1-4 and vice versa in Nightbringer. Also, of course, keep in mind that the Devildom and the Celestial Realm aren't actually Hell and Heaven and it's not a story of Evil vs. Good, so like Mammon and MC say in Nightbringer there's no actual difference between being an angel or a demon other than living in a strict society vs living in a free/chaotic society

And going on a tangent here because this interests me:

About the Sins vs Nobility and how they treat lesser demons

We never see the Sins, or Diavolo for that matter, treating lesser demons badly despite being some of the most high ranking demons in the realm:

• With Diavolo of course it'd go against his personality to treat them differently

• The second Dames event shows that the Sins seem to have more of a problem with the nobility than anything else

• Which is supported by how against them the nobility are in Nightbringer

• Through Mephisto, in the current time, we see that though this attitude has mellowed out it hasn't completely left

• Despite the Sins and the Nobility generally being in a similar station of power there's a huge difference between their attitudes towards the lesser demons

• Mephisto for instance is so rich that not only is Belphie shocked by it but Mephisto has also never eaten a burger before which is insane

• Meanwhile, all the Sins have frequently held working class jobs, either because they're genuinely trying to earn some money or because they're covering a shift for a friend

• In Nightbringer, despite thinking MC is a lesser demon they're never really treated differently by the Sins. If they are ordered around (which again is very rarely) it's because they're literally working for the Sins and if MC doesn't want to do what they're ordered to they just... don't and they face no consequences. The Sins also acknowledge and respect MC's competence and opinion.

• Meanwhile, in Nightrbringer we see Mephisto (who is literally and narratively a representative of the House of Lords and Nobility) thinking MC's a lesser demon; ignore MC, dismiss their opinion and expect to be shown out of RAD by them without even being asked which heavily implies that due to their perceived difference in position this is MC's duty even if they don't work for Mephisto/Diavolo/RAD

• The Sins seem to see more of themselves in the lesser demons than in the Nobility which makes sense when you consider how they came to the Devildom with nothing, had to rely on Diavolo to survive, still live in what is essentially a RAD dormitory and have to actually work and earn money to buy the things they want

• Whereas, the Nobility are probably demons who had to fight their way to the top long before Diavolo's grandfather introduced the laws and then spent generations at the top, amassing wealth and getting more than used to their set status quo

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