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stand and fight

── jacaerys velaryon x fem!targaryen reader

surprise i can’t contain myself so this is a series shdbxndjfvnsj

little a/n before we begin ── CHANGING AGES!! jace is only 13 when aegon is crowned king but in this, you and he are both 18. as with my aegon piece, i know everyone’s long names and titles but for the sake of not typing it out each time i use first names (i.e. criston instead of ser criston cole). reader is alicent and viserys’ child, but is living with rhaenyra and her family because she was always of the opinion that her father wanted rhaenyra to be queen. even once aegon was crowned, she refused to refer to him as king. as a result this caused a huge feud with reader against alicent, aegon, and aemond and she was all but banished from her home. about 2 weeks after aegon is crowned, reader and dragon (stormfyre) ran away and have been with rhaenyra and fam ever since. of everyone on team black, you’re closest with jace. everyone suspects something romantic between you both, but nothing has happened as of the start of this. takes place before, and during season 2 episode 4. you’ve been warned

wc: 1.6k (future chapters will be much longer and feature a lot more of jace, promise!)

PART ONE

Your relationship with Jacaerys (not that you could really call it a relationship), wasn’t always how it is now. He wasn’t the one you sought out when you wanted quiet but not alone time, and you weren’t the first person he searched for when he entered the room. Certainly not when you first arrived and Rhaenyra announced that you’d be staying with them.

In fact, in the beginning, you were sure he hated you.

Being on opposing sides of this ‘war’, part of the reason why he took such a strong disliking to you was because he thought he had to. You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. You’d long since grown tired of hating people simply because you were told to.

On the evening you and Stormfyre ran away, the entire time you were flying was spent worrying and just praying to the Gods that you wouldn’t be turned away, or killed.

Rhaenyra was there to greet you when Stormfyre finally landed, and once you told her how bad things had gotten at home and that you didn’t know where else to go, she immediately offered you a room. Though you were Alicent’s daughter, you were still her half sister and had always been kind to her and her children. She knew you wanted no part in this feud, that you and Helaena were innocent in all of it.

After you wrote a note and Rhaenyra sent a raven to deliver it to Alicent, she informed you that they were just about to sit down and have dinner and she’d love for you to join them.

The first thing you noticed as you took your seat across from Lucerys, was how Jacaerys was glaring at you.

No one had taken more than a few bites before he put his fork down and loudly stood up.

“Why is she here?” He pointed at you, not even bothering to hide his anger.

“Jacaerys sit down,” Rhaenyra shook her head. “You know as well as I do that she is innocent in all of this. I have invited her—”

“To stay with us? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, she’s one of them! How do you know—”

Hearing that last part, Rhaenyra pushed her chair back and stood up. “Do not speak to me in that way, I will not tolerate it. I have invited her to stay for as long as she’d like and that is final. Now sit down.”

“Yes Your Grace.” The sarcasm was loud and clear, but Rhaenyra opted to ignore it since he did in fact sit down again.

You had your worries, but this confirmed it. You couldn’t stay. On the way over you told yourself that if anyone showed hesitation or anger at you being there, you’d leave as soon as you felt safe to do so. To live in a place where you were in fear of saying the wrong thing or suddenly being asked to leave, was no different than if you’d remained at home.

“Your Grace, I am a bit tired. Thank you for the lovely meal but if it’s alright I’d like to retire for the evening.”

Jacaerys once again didn’t even attempt to hide his anger. He rolled his eyes as he continued to eat.

“Of course, please don’t hesitate to ask if there’s anything you need.” She gave you a small smile, and as soon as you turned the corner you could hear her beginning to bicker with her eldest son.

After you’d been in your room about an hour, there was a series of soft knocks at your door. If you’d been doing anything other than laying in bed, you probably wouldn’t have heard.

When you opened the door and were greeted by Lucerys, to say you were surprised was an understatement.

“My Prince, I —”

He gave you that look, the I’m a kid please don’t use my title it’s weird look, and when you tried again and called him by his first name, he smiled. His hands had previously been behind his back and when he brought them forward, in each was a small plate with what appeared to be some sort of cake.

“Jace was rude and I know that’s why you didn’t finish dinner,” he said simply.

You opened your mouth to say that wasn’t true, but when he gave you that look again you couldn’t help but laugh.

“For being so young, you’re quite perceptive.”

He nodded as he sat down and handed you a plate. “Mom says I’m good at reading people. I forgot forks so we’ll have to use our hands.”

“You wish to stay and eat with me?”

Again, the young boy nodded. “It’s not fun to eat alone.”

The first few minutes, the 2 of you simply enjoyed the desserts in silence. You were relieved to find that it was a comfortable silence. When you were both finished, Lucerys, who insisted you call him Luke, took the plates and said he’d be right back. When he returned only a moment later, his first question surprised you.

“Why did you run away?”

“I — it’s complicated. Since Aegon was crowned king, there have been a lot of… fights.”

“You don’t think he should be king?”

You wondered how much to tell him, seeing as he was only 11. “No,” you decided to just tell the truth. “I think your mom should be.”

“She’s your… half sister, right?”

You nodded. “Yes, she’s my half sister. The same way that Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond are her other half siblings.”

“Do you not like them?”

“My other siblings?”

He nodded.

“I’m using this word too much, but it’s complicated. My relationship with each of them is different. Or was, before things went bad. Aegon and I used to be inseparable when we were really little. Everyone used to joke that we were twins. Though I’m a year older than Aemond, I always looked up to him. He’s the one who taught me how to use a sword, and I will always be grateful for that. Helaena and I are still close, she understands why I left. In fact that reminds me I need to ask your mom if I may send a raven to her tomorrow.”

“Even if you don’t think he should be king, why did you leave? Did they hurt you?”

“No, not yet anyway,” you gave a sad smile. “But it wasn’t just them that made me fearful. Other people haven’t been so kind. It’s why I’m so grateful that I’m allowed to be here, even if it’s only temporary.”

Luke looked surprised, as if it hadn’t occurred to him that you’d leave. “But you’ll stay with us for a while right? I’ll talk to Jace, I swear it.”

You quickly wiped a tear and smiled at the young boy in front of you. “That means a lot to me, truly. But please don’t talk to your brother on my behalf. He has made it clear I’m unwelcome and I fear that anything you say will make him angry with you as well.”

“If you don’t stay, will you have to return home?”

That was something you hadn’t even thought about. Initially while flying you feared being rejected. But even if that did happen, what would your plan have been?

“Possibly. I do not know where else I would go.”

“Jacer— there you are, you’ve had us searching everywhere,” Rhaenyra smiling as she saw how comfortable her son was around you. “Why don’t you let her get some sleep, hmm? You can see her in the morning.”

He groaned, but Luke did give you a hug and a “goodnight” before heading out of your room.

Rhaenyra turned to follow her son, then turned back around to face you again as she thought of something she wanted to say.

“I’d just like to apologize for my older son. I do not know what has gotten into him as of late but he had no right to speak to or about you that way. I will see to it that he—”

“Please, Your Grace—” she gives you that same look that Luke did, and you smile at how similar they look. “Rhaenyra, you and he have nothing to apologize for. I am technically one of them, and I’m intruding on your home.”

She is quick to shake her head. “You’re not intruding. I know what it can be like over there, and for your wellbeing I am glad that you felt safe enough to come here. We will think of next steps for tomorrow, although I really do hope you’ll stay a while. It seems Luke does too. I’ll let you get some rest now.”

“Thank you, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you,” you get off of the bed and embrace your sister for the first time in who knows how long. She rubs circles on your back and it brings tears to your eyes, your own mom wouldn’t ever embrace you like this.

Rhaenyra leaves a few minutes later, and you finally crawl into bed.

As you lay there and wait for sleep to come, you think about the events of today. And you can’t help it, eventually your mind drifts to the boy who sat across from you.

With the dirty looks he gave you, how he spoke about you as if you weren’t there, there’s no doubt in your mind that he hates you.

It’s hard to believe that if Aegon weren’t crowned King, and Rhaenyra held her place on the iron throne, that Jacaerys would’ve been the next heir.

Even harder to believe is that to ensure both families remained united, you and he would’ve already gotten married.

You finally start to feel sleepy, and just before you drift off, your final thoughts are of Jacerys. If you do end up staying, you wonder if things will always be like this.

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Home is Where the Heart Is

Yn is a former BAU agent, currently working at Georgetown. She met Alex whilst working for the FBI and is navigating her life with her and their son, Ethan.

Pairing: Alex Blake x Reader

Content Warnings: kind of CM case talk

Word Count: 1800+

Genre: Family Fluff

A/N: I'm going to stand by the fact that Alex Blake is the softest of the soft people, hence this needed to happen. I also hate how little recognition Ethan got in the show so I'm gonna give my boy what he deserves here. I'm thinking of making this into a series of one shots, different Blake Fam x Reader scenarios (may include some angst, knowing me it will) so please let me know what you think of this <3)

Joining the BAU was a dream come true, your way of making the world a safer, better place. And it just so happened to come with many other advantages. Although the beginnings were a little rough for you, feeling very out of place while being surrounded with FBI’s finest agents, soon enough they made you feel like a part of the family, like you truly belonged with them. And throughout the years you got to be a part of the team you’ve formed some of the best friendships with people that you knew you could trust with your life. But there was this one agent you held especially close to your heart, Alex Blake. Ever since she joined the team, the two of you were inseparable. One evening she finally asked you out on a date, to which you have immediately agreed. Falling in love with Alex was easy. Loving her even more so. Months went by and with that your relationship grew, soon enough you were introduced to her son, Ethan. The most precious little boy to ever exist. Not so long after that you moved in together and just a few months in Alex asked you to marry her. And this was your life now, you’ve never been happier.

But there were some definite downsides of the job. After all, there is only so much a human can take, the BAU knew it better than anyone else. There is only so much evil you can be exposed to before it starts consuming you from the inside out. You used to hold onto the last string of hope in each investigation, the hope that the last missing person would be found alive and there would be a somehow happy ending to this story. But at some point, even that was not enough. Over the years you’ve seen some of the worst horrors this world had to offer, you were met with death and misery at every step of your days. You’ve seen families torn apart, lives snatched away prematurely, unnecessary pain inflicted onto so many individuals. You’ve seen enough. You’ve had enough.

Making the decision to leave the team was not easy. You’ve spent countless hours contemplating whether or not to make that step before even mentioning anything to Alex. And after weeks of thinking, weeks of constant arguments in your head, making lists of pros and cons to both options, you finally decided that your time with the team has come to an end. 

Breaking the news to the team was easier said than done. You made a detailed plan how to tell each and every one of them personally, but when the time to put the words into action came you came up with a much better idea. Hotch was the first one, after all he was the person you handed your resignation letter to. Penelope was the second in line (or so she thought), you couldn’t stop yourself from making fun of her for the last time. In reality, you told the whole team that you were leaving and what your plan was, except for her. You knew the blonde woman could not hold a secret in for the life of her, so you all made bets on how long it will take her to spill the tea. When you broke the news to her, one on one, you talked about it as if you didn’t want the rest of the team to know. It took her a whole hour and thirty-four minutes to break, telling everything you told her to Morgan and Spencer. 

That was it. You were no longer an agent working for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Just a short few weeks after leaving you managed to secure yourself a nice position as a lecturer at Georgetown University, finally putting your PhD in Biological Sciences to use. 

***

Working at Georgetown was peaceful, the change you so desperately needed. There wasn’t much going on, your days mostly consisted of teaching, going over the material for your classes and marking your students’ papers. To some it might seem a little too boring, but you loved the newly found routine. 

After finishing marking of the last papers, you’ve had for the day it was time to go home. Alex was away on a case for the past few days and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t hope for a phone call from her, telling you that they’re on their way back. 

Just as you got into your car the sound of your ringtone filled the space, getting rid of the silence that previously surrounded you. You smiled to yourself as you read the name that popped up on your screen.

“Hi honey.” the soft voice on the phone spoke, “I think I might have some good news for you.” Alex added, you could tell she was smiling from the way her voice sounded.

“Please tell me you’re coming home; I don’t think anything else would classify as good news at this point.” you replied to the brunette, hopeful you got it right.

“I am, indeed, we’re wrapping up at the station and we’re going to head straight to the jet.” your fiancé said with the usual for her calmness, you, on the other hand, could not contain our excitement. “I’ll see you in a few hours?”

“I can’t wait! I’ve missed you so much baby, so did Ethan” you stated, your voice filled with excitement. “He’s been begging me to do crosswords with him at least five times a day and you know how much I suck at them”

“Oh, come on, you’re not that bad” Alex chuckled, “I’m sure you’ve got at least one of the words right.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at your fiancés’ words, the bar for you was set really low, yet somehow you still managed to underperform. “Nope, not a single one, I don’t think Ethan will ever stop making fun of me for that.” Alex laughed as the words left your mouth, “but what can I say, I’d like to see either of you in my lab”

“I think putting me there would be a major safety hazard and you know that” the linguist added, still laughing at your previous statements. “I’m gonna have to go now but see you in a few hours, I love you sweetheart”

“I love you too, Lex.” you assured, after which Alex finished the call. 

On your way home you made a few brief stops to run some errands, you also picked up some of Alex’s favourite takeaway. Cooking wasn’t your strong side, but baking was, and your fiancé was completely aware of that. You usually opted for ordering food when it was your turn to make dinner, another effective tactic you’ve developed over the months was trading your cooking turns by agreeing to make some of Alex’s and Ethan’s favourite desserts.

The last stop you had to make on your way home was the little boy’s school. 

“Hi Mama!” the squeaky voice roamed through the space in your car as Ethan entered it, making himself comfortable in his car seat. 

“Hi honey, make sure to fasten your seatbelt” you replied to him softly. Ethan was a complete copy of Alex, dark, somewhat curly hair forming beautiful waves, big hazel eyes, contrasting with his pale skin, which was covered in light freckles, a precious addition to his face. “How was your day at school?” 

“It was okay!” the little boy cheered to you, “Is mommy coming back home tonight? I really miss her.”

“She is actually! I’ve just talked to her and she should be back in the next few hours,” Ethan’s eyes lit up at your words, “don’t you worry you won’t have to do crosswords with me again” you added chuckling.

“I love you mama but you’re really not good and them.” E.T. teased, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You laughed in response to the dark-haired boy’s words. The rest of the drive home was peaceful, Ethan told you some more details about how his day at school went, talking about some of the friends he made, the teachers and what new things he learned that day. It wasn’t long until you reached your final destination, you took the food out of the car and the two of you started heading towards your apartment.

When you opened your front door a lovely smell of your favourite dish filled your nostrils, that’s when you knew Alex, was already home.

“Alex?” you questioned as you and Ethan started taking your shoes and coats off

“In the kitchen!” the woman exclaimed, you knew she had a habit of giving you the wrong time when she planned to come back home, wanting to let you know she was coming back yet still wanting to somewhat surprise you.

“MOMMY!” Ethan called as he ran to the kitchen, filled with joy and excitement to finally have his best crossword buddy back in the house.  “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Aw I’ve missed you too love bug,” she said as she gave the little boy the biggest hug she could, simultaneously picking him up. “And you, I missed you too” the dark-haired woman smiled as she directed her gaze your way. 

“You said you’d be home late in the evening!” you jokingly snarled as you took a few more steps towards her, letting her place a soft kiss to your cheek.

“You can’t blame me for wanting to surprise two of my favourite humans with a nice meal, can you?” she giggles as she put her son down.

“I see we’ve had the same plans Doctor Blake” you smiled as you put the bag with Alex’s favourite takeout on the kitchen island, at which Alex laughed and proceeded to place anther soft kiss, this time on your forehead.

The evening went by peacefully, filled with laughter and Ethan’s snarky remarks regarding your crossword skills. You decided to have Alex’s pasta for dinner, saving the takeaway for the next day, or a midnight snack. Etty was delighted to finally be able to do some crosswords with someone qualified and you just enjoyed watching the two people you loved most. The three of you ended the evening snuggled up on the couch of your living room, Alex in the middle so both you and Ethan would get equal amounts of hugs that you so dearly missed. You decided to watch one of Ethan’s favourite disney films, Frozen. As much as you didn’t want to admit that in front of Alex, it was one of your favourites too. The little boy ended up falling asleep halfway through the movie, snoring gently as he was curled up, wrapping his arms around Alex. When the film finished, you carefully took him to his room, tucking him in his bed, leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead. You joined Alex in your bedroom, wrapping your arms around her in an attempt to hold her as close to you as possible until both of you drifted off to sleep.

This was your happy place. Your found family. Your home.

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My Light- Embry Call fanfic

Chapter 8- time passing 

As Emily and Embry settled into life and dating, Emily was working at the bakery/ coffee shop. She was promoted based on her ability to release the app she was designing with a developer, which in turn brought the shop profits up by 15% in the first three months due to online ordering and in person deliveries. Quite a win on her part, and surprisingly she was offered to do even more roles of management and design since baking is much like an art form. Wedding cakes or custom designs were her specialty. Between the bakery and Embry’s job working with the lumber company, both adults were quite busy.

 

As for the Cullen’s, it had been almost two years since they had seen Emily, much to Emmett’s dismay. She ended up having responsibilities at the bakery that caused her to stay in La Push during the winter holidays. He was having a hard time accepting his best friend next to Rose was an adult with adult responsibilities and her own life. Facetime was not enough and although plans were made, they were usually canceled due to work commitments or holidays spent with Embry. They were head over heels for each other, but more than that- Embry claimed that Emily was his angel and rock. He often calls her his reason to stay alive. If he ever wanted to leave La Push, all that was forgotten at 18 when their shared love was confessed. 

It was now late Spring almost Summer, Emily was 19 and would be 20 in a few months. Embry just turned 20. He spent his off days talking to Billy to gather advice on a proposal for forever with Emily since their relationship had lasted two years together. He was also working so hard to save every penny for a life together if she would marry him.  Everyone thought they were storybook perfect. But it wasn't known to Embry that Emily was sick, like something was seriously wrong, but she hid it from him thinking it would go away on its own. It started with a cough and lots of pain all through her body rocking her to the core. She felt as if her whole body was breaking down and her memory was off, not to mention the pain in her chest that grew worse almost everyday. Carlisle booked a flight immediately and a rental car making it to Forks in record time to check out what’s going on with his daughter, knowing by Alice’s visions that something was seriously wrong. 

-Cullen’s home in Forks- 

“Does that hurt?” Carlisle was pressing on each bone and joint. Everything felt like fire- but not the vampire turning fire, this was different. Lots and lots of tubes of blood being drawn, and body scans scheduled.  Everyone gathered around anytime the one human of the family was sick, but this was more than a sniffle or cold, this was serious. “Dad, just say it already. I need to know what you are thinking, okay?” Carlisle looked at his daughter with a frown, but conceded once seeing the fear in his little girl’s eyes. Even as an adult, Emily was the light to the family and the room she walked in. “I am sorry,” Carlisle looked as if he could cry he would be bawling. “I think you have Lupus, but we have to go through every test or scan to be sure. Until then, your heart is too weak not to try treatments or medication. With a hug he layed out the plan for the future with Emily and the family standing there listening. Except one person- Edward. Edward has actually been an ongoing presence in Forks on and off to look in on the home and Emily. Within that time frame he had met Bella and fell in love. But so did Jake- with Bella that is.  Emily tried not to be bothered but per Embry, once Jake and Edward met by accident, Jake started acting weird. Embry followed within a few days after.

Since Emily didn’t live with Billy any longer, she didn’t notice the changes in Jake, or even Quil. Quite honestly a lot of La Push boys her age were changing, even if it was kinda hot. Emily didn’t get to pay too much attention to anyone, even Embry, as she called out of work and told him that her family was in town. He was unable to meet them due to 14 hour work days. Emily understood with her schedule, but didn’t know that Embry was in possession of one sapphire and diamond engagement ring. They had a date night set for two weeks ago actually, but Embry canceled saying he was sick, which was odd since he literally never gets sick enough to cancel a date with his favorite person. Emily was glad she didn’t have to make any extra excuses to where she was and why. Telling Embry how dangerous her health was becoming was something that she hasn’t brought herself to do yet. This subject was better broached in person, but Emily couldn’t get a hold of her boyfriend. She tried Jake and Quil, even Billy, but all just said there was a bug or something going around some of the reservation. Billy encouraged her to stay with her parents, but also quietly said to keep him updated with her treatments and diagnosis. She was still like his little girl as well.

It turns out that a couple weeks ago Embry was in the grocery store at the same time as Jasper and Alice, who were hanging with Edward and Bella. They all were gathering supplies or food for Emily’s new diet/treatment, along with human items like toilet paper and dishwashing detergent. The group was discussing how many things they don’t realize a house needs to run with a human versus vampires, but let’s just say food is not as cheap as it used to be- per the vampire’s own experiences. Bella listened in awe to the hushed stories and comments. She didn’t notice her old friend Jake with Embry buying snacks for playstation sleepovers they still attended at Billys. Jake was going to say hello until he walked within hearing distance of Bella. Suddenly something about the Cullens ignited a fire in both Jake and Embry, although the effects of the contact were not explained until later that week when both boys changed into the shifters of the Quileute legends. That is when contact stopped, but Emily had no idea since Edward was never around anymore to mention it. Alice and Jasper were visiting friends and checking in on the Denali cabin. No one told Emily, therefore no one knew there was a problem at all. Both sides were in the dark about each other, until Sam and the tribal council was able to explain the truth of why these young adults were not only changing into an animal, but also why Emily was not someone who could be spoken to anymore. Not that they really wanted to once they found out her family were vampires and that she knew all along. The guys felt as if they were betrayed, and Billy tried to explain the hows and whys to her knowledge. Since Emily didn’t know about the wolves, she couldn’t be part of their group, or an adopted member of their pack. Embry mostly knew that he wouldn’t be able to live without his best friend, but deeper than that- the person he thought really was his soulmate.

“You need to tell him.” Esme looked at Emily with sympathy in her eyes, but Emily knew she was telling the truth. As it happened to be a better day with her pain, and the treatments gave her a few hours of good health today, she decided now is better than ever. First the pain of her undiagnosed medical issue was enough to make someone go insane, and second the radio silence from Embry was the final straw pushing her over the edge. She tried making one more round of calls to her guy friends and Billy. Nothing. Now she was scared, but more than that angry. Decency was deserved after all the history they shared. Holding back the tears that have been building for weeks started to fall...and they never stopped.

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Detroit become human Au

Robo Boy Au.

>>Ok hear me out, I know I have a lot of Au’s for a lot of fandoms already that I could just be adding to & trust me I will! Pinky promise! But I thought of this and I had to, I just had to!<<

Ok so Connor was never made to be a detective, instead he was a special order made my a family who recently lost their son in a tragedy.

Grace & Alan Stokes have 3 kids, Sarah (9yo), Michael (15yo) Harry (17-18yo) they were happy normal family (just basic cliche fam)

Then one day Harry dies saving people (maybe from a gunman idk) and it makes the news, people all of the city are devastated to hear about the young hero who had so much talents life be cut short, especially after he saves so many people.

So CyberLife reach out to the family out of the goodness of their heart (*cough* publicity & promotion*cough*) and offer to make the family a custom android to their design.

The Stokes are a bit hesitant at first but after a lot of promoting they commission the build of a teenage model with an athletic build and a unique face. They didn’t make it look exactly like Harry but like maybe could’ve been a cousin or something. Thus Dennis (Connor, it’s Connor, just bear with me here) is created. Like he was Made to be the closest thing to a human (more so than any other child android yet) and is super high tech

So the Stokes think everything is going to be fine, this android is human enough that you wouldn’t immediately pick up on the fact he’s an android if you didn’t know. But he’s not human enough for them. He’s not their son. He’s not enough like Harry. He’ll do little things wrong because “Harry would never do that”

The son Michael takes out his frustrations on Dennis because he’s a machine that can’t feel pain, and the parents won’t intervene because it’s better he does it to a robot than to someone who annoys him at school.

The daughter is nice enough but she’s young and grieving her brother. She doesn’t see Dennis as her brother, she doesn’t see him as someone who’s trying to replace her brother, she just sees him as a doll living in their house.

One day,Alan, who has never been a violent man, loses his shit at attacks Dennis (starts to road to deviancy) then when he regains control of himself he’s horrified because whilst Dennis isn’t Harry’s replica, he does look similar and deffo looks like a teenager. So Grace & Alan decide it’s better if they stop playing pretend and try to get therapy or something.

So they log into a sketchy website bc it’s the quickest way to get rid of Dennis without there being some kind of scandal. They give him to this sketchy guy who takes Dennis away so they never have to see him again. Dennis ends up being locked up in a basement closet thing for a while (the fear adds to his building deviancy)

Then Dennis gets sold to this guy who has an old child moddle named Sam who’s just so sweet if a little glitchy. The guy is an asshole and puts Dennis through hell but Sam makes it a little better.

Then one night the guy loses his shit and permanently breaks Sam and almost does the same to Dennis. Seeing Sam die and knowing that the guy (fuck let’s call him Kevin) wont face any repercussions from that + the fear for his own life finally sends Dennis into full deviancy.

Dennis defends himself agains Kevin and knocks him out but doesn’t kill him (at lest I don’t think so )

Dennis escapes and while hiding on the street meets a girl, Ruby Adams who’s a human.

Ruby takes him in, shows him where her and the other street kids hang out, she also doesn’t care that he’s a deviant. She also never calls him Dennis.

Ruby is also a hacker.

Ruby teaches Dennis how to hack with a computer and that then translates into him being able to go even further than anyone has been able to ever go. They have some fun shenanigans and Dennis becomes one of the biggest pains in the ass the DPD has to deal with. ( like he can fuck shit up by just looking an focusing)

Ruby asks him if he likes being Dennis, as he never got a choice on who he could be & he realises he never wants to be Dennis again.

So Ruby helps him become someone else. So then we get the birth of :

Connor Evans.

Then a raid on the hideout by the DPD goes wrong and Ruby is killed but Connor escapes.

Connor continues hacking and helping some of the deviants he comes across.

Eventually gets picked up by Hank.

At first Hank doesn’t give two shits about this cocky little asshole, but then Connor keeps escaping & the DPD keep catching him to the point it becomes kind of like a game & a running gag between the two of them. (Maybe idk)

Then Hank realised their gonna permanently deactivate this kid and he realised he can’t live with that.

So Hank basically kidnapps Connor and hides him in his house whilst hunting other deviants to see if he can find someone to help this kid out.

Hank realises he’s becoming very attacked & so does Connor so we get a lot or Angst then feels

Of course all our other fav android friends join the fun and various points

•••

Ok I feel like I went on a bit so imma stop there. Not sure how or what I might change but I like the idea of hacker Connor so I’ll probably do something more with this but like I also have other drafts for my other stuff I need to finish 😅

Let me know if you like this or have any questions/ suggestions

Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed.

Tag: HackMyHeartAu

[jackdaw-kraai]

So I've been told to post this here, and I hope y'all like it because shit was wild tonight. I had the weirdest fucking dream. Like, you know how sometimes movie get a shitty spin-off with a completely random topic? That happened. It was like being one of the human characters in Space Jam and things got just as wild as that statement implies.

First thing I can remember was wandering through the hallways some semi-industrial, semi-ancient manor building and hearing both loud music and raucous cheering. “What’s that?” I think to myself, because apparently dream-me is a whole lot more curious than I am, so I go to check it out. And fam, it’s the biggest fucking college party you’ve ever seen in your life and things are off the shits.

Somehow I find out that it’s the start-of-year party shared by two rival campuses, and there’s a semi-drunken basketball tournament going between the teams of the two schools. Then, somehow, through the pushing and pulling of the crowd, I end up in the middle of the basketball court. “Fucking wild” I think to myself and somehow don’t melt into the floor when everyone starts staring at me and I realize I stumbled in at the start of a break between the two teams. Instead I stare back, in my full 5’7/170cm glory, because my dreams cannot give my short king ass a break, and the players stare back, each the size of fucking giants as far as I'm concerned.

Now I want you to picture the scene. My dream cut me no slack, so I am exactly as I am irl most of the time, which means I’m dressed in blue-black slacks, floral pattern button up, quilted waistcoat, and just a whole lot of attitude packed into a pretty small body amongst giants dressed in full basketball attire. I Do Not Belong. But somehow, like drunk college students do, someone in the crowd starts yelling “Hey! You! Make a shot!” Which soon gets picked up by all the other drunk students and that’s when the heated debate begins.

Apparently, the team in red with white trimmings, the hawks, is all for it, but the team in white with red trimmings, the marvels, is against it. And tbh? I can’t blame them. I barely knew what the fuck was going on, even in dream, so I Get It. But it ended up escalating until suddenly a bet was made.

If I could make a shot, into a basket that was held up by one of the players, straight across the court, with a balled up tshirt, I would get put on the hawks team who would spend the season training me up in an effort to prove that they could make anyone into a competent basketball player. If I failed, I’d probably just be laughed out of the room along with the team because drunken college kids are stupid and don't think things through. Then both teams and the entire audience silently looked at me, and I don’t know what dream-me was thinking, but I distinctly remember going “hey, I did say I wanted to do more sporting. It’s cheaper than dance classes, I guess” and agreed. So I, a tiny man, promptly got hoisted up onto the shoulders of one of the hawks and taken across the court in order to make sure I didn’t make a run for it and got a fair shot, or something, while a marvels player hoisted up the basket.

I was given a balled up shirt to chuck, and the game began. Now, I don’t know what dream-me was doing, or if it was some sort of tactic, but every time I tried to throw my impov ball it promptly did that thing where it unravels in mid-air and kinda floats. Thankfully, I could catch it every time almost immediately so by drunken-student logic it didn’t count. But the marvels were starting to laugh at my incompetence and kinda heckle me, to which the hawks, and especially the player who’s shoulders I was riding, got kinda upset.

“Hey, man! She’s just trying her best!”

What.

“Oooh! Is the little girl trying her best? Is she trying?”

What.

So yeah. That’s the moment dream-me realized I was being misgendered. In dream. And I got so mad.

When the next time the marvels guy with the basket started doing a silly little mocking dance, I waited until the basket tipped forward, and, in a hulk-rage at being misgendered, I chucked the shirt like a star fucking baseball player.

And made the fucking shot.

Bullseye.

I have never in my life experienced the sheer satisfaction of silencing an entire room of people like that as dream-me did in that moment. And then, I shit thee not, the crowd went wild. Like, “blow the roof off the damn building” wild.

And this is when things get wild.

So the marvels were checking if the shirt now really was in the bin, the hawks were celebrating with me still on their shoulders like they’d just won the championships, and the crowd had fully lost it.

But remember how I said this was a tie-in?

Well.

While everyone was posting the video of me hulk-raging myself into a victory (even in dreams I can't escape the hell that is social media) and trying to add me to the campus group chat (ew) and the hawks trying to figure out how to tell the school what they’d done, I eventually got put back on the ground. So during the celebration, and while I was wandering around the party as now the guest of honor, I stumbled across one of the lady hawk players (my dreams apparently believe in integrated sports. Right on.) and she greeted me, white-girl wasted, with “hey little girl! Nice shot!”

And I, still being peeved about the misgendering, corrected her that she was, in fact, speaking to a gentleman. I remember seeing the gears turning in her drunken little head in dream and then witnessing a literal lightbulb moment as she realized something.

“Oh! So like—hic—you’rrre like… transgender?” “Yes, miss.” “Fucking rad. HEY! HEY GUYS!” “WHAT?” “GUESS WHAT?” “Oh no.” “WUNDERKIND LITTLE GIRL IS WUNDERKIND LITTLE GENTLEMAN!”

And I shit thee not, the raucous cheering I got at that announcement nearly knocked me flat. Apparently, it had been an honest mistake, because dream-me, just like real-me, also wasn’t on T yet.

But.

Do you know who wasn’t cheering?

Do you know who really wasn’t???

The fucking spirit of an insane campus-student-turned-serial-killer-turned-executed-vengeful-ghost haunting the buildings bell tower clock.

And now we’re at the wildest part!

Because this spirit, this guy, was the personification of every internet alt-right joker stan troll and ho-lee shit it showed.

So this guy manifests out of his clock, literally in a bout of lightning and colored fire, and starts cackling maniacally. And I remember squinting at him cackling there in the courtyard from the balcony, beckoning over my new basketball buddies, and going “Hey guys, I think we may have a problem.”

And these guys, drunk off their tits, dutifully stumble over, squint at the still-cackling spectral serial killer wreathed in what I presume to be hellfire, and literally have the following conversation.

“I don’t remember inviting him.” “Dude. Dude, I think he may be, like… crazy johnny?” “Ohhhh. Yeah, but like, returned from the grave?” “Yeeeaahh bro.” “Crazy johnny?” “Oh. Right—hic—newbie wouldn’t know.” “Right. So, like. Crazy johnny, right? Weird guy, liked hanging out with the bad people like, waaay too much, bro.” “I see.” “So like. When he came here, he was starting shit bro. Like, really starting shit. And with all the cool people bro.” “Yeah, remember when he called Fernando a faggot when he tried giving him a homemade quesadilla?” “It was bad, bro. You don’t—hic—you don’t turn down free quesa. Esp—espec— damnit.” “Especially.” “Thanks, bro. Yeah, that, when he made it with his boyfriend. That’s like. Mundo rude.” “And then he brought, like, a gun to school once? And started shooting while shouting craaaazy stuff. But like, mans got knocked out by a falling bell when he shot out the supports.” “*snort* Really rung his bell.” *drunk laughing* “And then he got, like, arrested? And the the popo went looking and found out he was, like, real crazy man. He hooked up with guys and then murdered them, man, instead of doing some loving.” “Wild shit, man. He got ex—exe—“ “Executed.” “Yeah, thanks bro. He got that for it.” “Well then. It seems we now have a problem, gentlemen.”

So yeah. This basketball flick suddenly had a spectral homophobic and transphobic serial killer involved who got summoned by me correcting misgendering. And believe it or not, how we got rid of him was even wilder.

So we now had a spectral serial killer called crazy johnny haunting the party, and he was after my ass. Thankfully, I was still angry, my new basketball buddies were still drunk and/or high off their rocker, and johnny was still crazy. So what ended up happening is that I would act as bait while one of the less drunk and high basketball buddies went to fetch the murder weapon. I wormed my way through the crowds of people who’d started gathering to watch this nutjob shout transphobic slurs in the courtyard while trying to find me, and eventually found myself on the ground floor in the courtyard.

“Hey! Asshole!” I shouted, more angry than brave and also high on the feeling of having new friends, “Looking for me!?”

And this guy, he lived up to his name guys, he shrieked like a banshee and tore off after me. Thankfully, dream-me wasn’t updated with a cane yet, and so could still sprint without issue, luring this guy further into an open section of the courtyard, in front of the gate. I stood there, facing down this lunatic, as he came flying at me and—

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—

With the battle cry of a car horn pressed continuously, basketball buddy crashed the delivery van used for beer kegs into Crazy Johnny, pancaking the fucker instantly.

“Did I get ‘im?” not-that-drunk basketball buddy yells while rolling down the window. I go check, and lo’ and behold, this fucker is trying to resurrect himself and is already peeling his skull back up off the pavement while grinning wide at me.

“I am the think you cannot escape,” he cackles at me, body undulating oddly, “I am your fears and your nightmares and that which stalks you in the dark.” And I watch as this fucker grows scales and fangs and a cobra hood and yes, he’s turning into a snake. “I am the horror that will haunt you with the fact that you do not deserve to exist—"

“Give it another couple of reverses, Frank!” I yell at Frank-the-not-that-drunk-basketball-buddy.

Frank shoots me an okay sign, throws the truck in reverse, and then rolls back over now-a-snake Crazy Johnny. He does this a few dozen times, crunching resurrecting bones over and over again while Johnny tries to get a word in edgewise.

Eventually Frank’s masterful use of car-fu tires out even an undead-serial killer and he stops resurrecting for a moment but is evidently still alive, even if he is rather... gooey.

“Hit the brakes, Frank!” I yell, hands on my hips as I look at this mess that’s now in our courtyard. “It’s not gonna be enough!”

So there we are. Me, a few basketball players who are starting to sober up a but but still far from it, and a pasted serial killer groaning on the pavement in a mess of his own scales and many, many ribs. “What do we do now?” I muse.

“…We could try dissolving him in acid?” one of the buddies suggests. “Where would we get acid, bozo?” “Well, like, don’t stomachs have acid?” “…You can’t be—“ “Yoooooo! They do, bro!” “Right??? They totally do!” “Guys, this isn’t—“

“YO! WHO WANTS TO TRY GHOST BARBECUE!?” one of the buddies yells at the drunken crowd of college spectators watching this all unfold. And being a crowd of drunken college spectators, they naturally all want to try ghost barbecue.

So that’s how dream-me watches in complete bafflement as a barbecue is wheeled out of the building and someone else produces garnishes, toppings, and other stuff alongside the paper plates and solo cups. Because apparently you couldn’t just eat ghost au natural like some sort of barbarian.

So Mike, another of the basketball buddies, starts grilling up a still living Johnny while Tiger starts dressing up grilled slices of Johnny on slices of artisanal bread with pine nuts, jewel lettuce, and sashimi, because “you can’t just waste this shit, bro.” I remember those sandwiches very well because dream-me stared in baffled horror as people started to eat them despite this clearly being a Bad Idea.

Sure enough, within the next fifteen minutes everyone who had a meal of Johnny has puked him back up again and dream-me is facepalming. But the stomach acid did seem to be effective. So, with an exasperation I didn’t know I could feel in-dream, I asked “guys. Why don’t we get some hydrochloric from the labs?”

“Ohhhhh... Yeah, we could do that too.”

Which is how the entire college party gets even drunker because they needed a few of the kegs to dump both the acid and Johnny in and we watched that fucker dissolve into colored fire that provided the closing entertainment.

Now sipping on my own solo cup of probably-spiked-punch, I grin as the basketball buddies plop down next to me, watching the fireworks.

“Y’know, newbie?” Frank says. “You’re pretty cool.”

“Yeeaaaah…” the other basketball buddies chorus, still drunk off their tits while watching the fire.

“Thanks,” dream-me says, “I think so too.”

And that’s when I woke up to my sister blaring ed sheran in the living room at 9.30 AM with a volume that shook the floor boards. Thank you and good night.

[heckinconfusedparade]

How would the movie fam deal with a house invasion, like a robbery or something? An angry momma, literal officer, doggo and three alien kids defo wouldn’t be what they were anticipating. Would any of them be scared or would it be easy job done? In other words, go wild with this scenario!

If anyone should be scared it should be the intruder.

Let’s call him… John.

John is a weird guy. He’s done some pickpocketing, some shoplifting, nothing ever serious. But then in a bright moment of big brain, John decided tonight would be the night he would rob a house.

He’s walked by this house that’s fairly secluded from the town a few times. It’s perfect. It’s a nice house too, so surely the family has got a lot of good valued stuff.

John goes to the back door and carefully picks the lock. He cringes as the door creeks open. He opens his bag and stars placing small things like table decor into bag. He’s careful to not cause any loud clinking.

Then he hears it..

Click clack click clack..

Shit he thinks as Ozzie approaches him from the dark. Ozzie immediately stars barking. Then a flash of light. He tries to figure out where it came from or where it went.. but he’s hearing footsteps.

The foot steps are coming from in front of him, behind him, even above him. Then a figure illuminates in front of him. His heart drops. John has seen those Facebook posts. The first house he decides to rob OF COURSE IT WILL BE SONIC THE HEDGEHOGS HOUSE.

“Who are you and why are you in my house?” Sonic asks slowly, looking very pissed off. John tries to clutch his bag, but realizes it’s empty. Sonic has already taken everything away from him. He stutters trying to think.

A deeper voice speaks from the shadows. Atop the counter is none other than Knuckles the echidna. “You heard the hedgehog. Answer his question before I pummel you.”

John feels tears prick his eyes. Then all the lights turn on. He is faced with angry parents. Tom has his badge clearly showing.

It’s a standoff. Tumbleweed.

Tom gets frustrated with the lack of answer “GREEN HILLS SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT PUT YOUR HANDS UP” he points his taser at John.

Knuckles balls his hands into fists. Sonic gets in starting position. Maddie cracks her knuckles and her neck ready to fucking throw down for her boys.

John throws his bag and tries to run out but is immediately faced with a small two tailed fox pointing a gun at him “Hi!” is all he hears before everything goes dark.

Ringing.

John opens his eyes slowly and quickly figures out that his legs have been tied and his hands are cuffed. He overhears a conversation.

“Do you think I was a little too hard on him? I didn’t think he would pass out so fast..” a small voice.

“Nah, don’t worry Tails, that electric net gun came in real handy. I think it’s one of my favourite inventions of yours. Just don’t use it on me.” Sonic and Tails laugh.

“You thought this would be easy, huh?” John looks to his side. Knuckles is crouched down beside him. “Did you think you could just break into someone’s home? That’s dishonourable. Your mother and father must be ashamed to have a son like you, Johnathan.” “H-how do you know my name??” “You were dumb enough to carry I.D. During a robbery.” “Oh..”

“He’s awake? Oh good. Knuckles, help him sit up.” Tom pulls up a chair as Knuckles sits John up. Tom pulls up a second chair. Maddie sits in it.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOURE DOING??”

“I-I’m sorry ma’am”

“SORRY? You should have thought about that before breaking into our house. I don’t understand why anyone would break into someone’s house, much less a FAMILY HOME. DID YOU NOT SEE THE TOYS OUTSIDE?? Look at my son, he is traumatized.”

Tails is standing in the back, with loud very convincing crocodile tears. John feels bad.

“You’re going away for a long time. And when you get out, you cause any more trouble and I’m sending the blue one.” Tom states, Sonic nodding. John gulps.

Johns in the slammer. Easy peasy. Ozzie gets plenty of belly rubs and treats for his work. Such a good boy.

[multiples-fandomswontkillme]

~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

[devildomimagines]

Hey! I found some of your writings really good and wanted to send a request! Could you write fluffy headcanons with the brothers for a MC who owns a lot of plushies (like, enough to fill a whole room) and carries at least one of them all the time? They're a sweet person as well, really cute and polite, but quite possessive with their plushies (not all of them, though, just their favorites). Then, one day, they become attached enough with one of the brothers to let him hold/hug their favorite plushie, even though they don't let anyone else do so!

Either if you do it or not, thank you for reading this, and I hope you're doing well <3

Hiya! <3

Thank you for the kind words (*^.^*)

I appreciate the request and thank you for your patience! I hope you enjoy~

Belphegor

He doesn’t really pay the plushes any mind as long as there is room for him on your bed too.

He would prefer that it doesn’t start filling up his bed so he limits you to bringing one plush if the two of you should be napping in his room or in the attic.

Belphie would definitely be low-key jealous if you snuggled your plush and not him.

There is a chance he might try to take your plushie from you once you were asleep so he could worm himself into your grasp but you’re holding on so tightly that there would be no way unless he woke you up so he accepted defeat.

The first time you entrusted him with watching one: he says ok and drapes a protective arm over the plush as you leave the room.

When you’re gone, he holds the plush closer and falls asleep.

It’s a heartwarming scene when you come back to see him cuddled with the toy.

Beelzebub

I see Beel as the type to just accept you and your plushies. If he gives it more than 2 seconds of thought, he reasons that it’s similar to how Belphie carries around his pillow.

He thinks they are cute and you’re cute as you talk about each of them, their names or how you got them.

There was an incident where Beel got hungry and one of your food shaped plushies almost got devoured. 

Neither of you talk about it but Beel does feel kind of bad about it.

The first time you entrusted him with watching one: he nodded and set to his task earnestly, determined to make up for the previously mentioned incident.

He’s got the plush in his hands or in his direct eye line the whole time.

When you get back, he presents you with the plush so proudly. Please give him headpats for a job well done.

Asmodeus

He doesn’t get it at first, but given time he learns!

Seeing you surrounded by the plushies is adorable though.

Then he learns about stuffed animal photography (lol see “The Things Humans Come Up With” in the chats) and now he wants to know more.

The two of you have an afternoon of posing your plush in various spots around the Devildom.

The first time you entrusted him with watching one: he takes it delicately.

After a second he decides he’s cuter but the plush was pretty cute.

When you get back, Asmo has the plush perched on his hip like how one would hold a kid.

Before he notices, the sweet sight makes your heart light and joyful.

Satan

He’s interested in anything that’s related to you.

He asks a ton of questions. In one vein you answer but in the next, you’re like it’s not that deep fam, they are just cute and soft.

He gets that too, he feels the same about cats.

When you present a cat plush, it’s over for him.

The first time you entrusted him with watching one: he asks if you’re sure. With an emphatic yes, you jump out of the room to go take care of whatever is pulling you away.

Now that he has the plush to himself, he gives it a tentative hug. Purely for science! 

When you giggle, he jumps. “Sorry, forgot my D.D.D. be back shortly but enjoy!”

He’s left red as a tomato having been caught but he can’t say that it wasn’t nice to hug the plushie.

Leviathan

The most understanding of the brothers.

He has a Ruri-Chan plush he carries around most places and all of his bags have at least one keychain that he’s added.

The two of you gush back and forth about your favorites.

If someone didn’t know what you were talking about, they would swear you were talking about people.

The first time you entrusted him with watching one: he takes his role of watcher so seriously!

He’s got the plush held tightly against his chest and his free arm is extended to keep any possible threats at bay.

You tap his shoulder when you get back and he turns around so quick, he almost clocks you.

Levi’s apologizing immediately but you laugh it off and thank him for his service.

Mammon

I think like Belphie he might get a little jealous if you’re paying more attention to your plushes instead of him.

He doesn’t hate them, he’s just greedy for your time and attention.

If you compare him to one of them, well he’ll go just as soft as one haha.

If he notices you without a plush, he would remind you to grab one since he knows you feel better with one.

The first time you entrusted him with watching one: he takes it confidently. If he was your protector, that would extend to your plushies by default.

Of course you would trust The Great Mammon to keep it safe.

And he does a good job! He is the second most powerful brother so you don’t need to worry.

Though if something uncontrollable and completely unpredictable happened to the plush while on his watch, accidents do happen, he would cry and swear he will get you 1000 more for replacement.

Lucifer

He would raise a skeptical eyebrow at the vast collection in your room but as long as it doesn’t overflow into the rest of the house, he can’t complain.

He allows you to continue as you are, it reminds him of Levi and it makes his heart warm a bit that you’ve made the space your own.

As you two grow closer, he may ask about your favorite plushies, noticing you carry a select few more often than others.

Lucifer may pick up a plush for you if he’s seen you looking at it at the shops or if it reminds him of you.

The first time you entrusted him with watching one: he gets the show of trust you’ve just offered and does not take it lightly.

There is no apparent danger in his office but does look up from his work every once in a while to check on the plush you left seated on the edge of his desk.

After some consideration, he thinks it might fall so to save it from the dirt of the floor he moves it to his lap.

What a sight of Lucifer grumbling over the paperwork while a small soft plush peeks up over the desk in front of him.

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Hii i have this request in mind like Chris Evans x Actress! Singer! Reader like the reader and chris dated for 3y idk but they broke up but the reader always visit chris’ family bc she treated them like family aswell specialy when the reader’s parents died so she spend Christmas there or any occasions bc chris’ family invite her and when chris got a new gf the reader is kinda hurt bc she still love chris but she try to look like she doesn’t care but then she released her new song its called deja vu (by olivia rodrigo) and she release it to her bday so when the song is released the fans knew its abt chris bc of the new gf (chris’ fam doesn’t like the new gf and the fans kinda didn’t support them bc of the girl’s attitude) and chris’ family invites her over bc they want to show the reader something and when the reader got there they surprise her for her bday and congratulate her and turns out chris is there too with his new gf🤨and the reader knew chris’ new gf hated her bc of her look and scott called you all to the living room and watch the mv of the reader’s new song and when the mv ends scott and the fam congratuleted the reader and chris’ gf is giving the reader looks again and chris is noticing it and when the reader is in the kitchen alone getting something chris talk to her and congratulate her and chris’ new gf wrapped her arms around chris and chris tried to stop her to make a scene but she started a scene and scream at the reader but the reader cut her off and embarrassing her and the reader prove the new gf shes first not her (idk if that make sense lol) and the new gf leave(idk you can make her a random name so its not only “new gf”) and the reader and chris talk and they got back together, you can do wha you want at the end this is just so random bc i was listening to deja vu and advance thank you if you do my request! Stay safe! ❤️ and im so sorry if this is so long

Deja Vu

pairing: Chris Evans x singer!reader

warnings: parents death, major angst, fluff. 

a/n: thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy!

You had known Chris since college, when you had met him in your communications class. You two had grown close quickly, and became best friends. 

He brought you home every Christmas Eve, before you would go home to your parents house on Christmas Day. You had always felt like a part of the family, so when your parents passed a way, you turned to him. 

You and your parents were driving home from a Christmas Day church service, when you were hit by a semi truck. It had completely totalled the car, and your parents had died on impact. You had been sitting in the back, and only had a broken leg from where your moms seat had been pushed back into it roughly. 

You had been pulled from the car and sat in a second ambulance, while your parents were transported in another. You knew you'd never forget watching that ambulance door close and drive away, knowing that was the last time you'd ever see them. 

When the police officers asked if there was anyone you could call, you didn't know what to do. Your parents were both only children, so you had no aunts, uncles or cousins. You were an only child too, so you had no siblings, and your grandparents had passed when you were little, your other ones passing before you were born. 

So when the officer asked you, you told him the Evans’ phone number. Lisa picked up on the second ring, and you tearfully explained what had happened as the shock wore off. She immediately said she’d meet you at the hospital, and not to worry, that she and Bob would take care of you. 

You were taken to the hospital and treated for your broken leg. Less than an hour after you arrived, Lisa arrived at the hospital with Chris in tow. They comforted you, and took you home with them. You stayed in Chris’s room for the first few days, and when you were given your own room, you still had a hard time sleeping alone, so Chris ended up in your bed with you most nights, not that he minded. 

You never went back to college, and instead turned to singing as a release from all the pain you were feeling. You started out posting covers on YouTube, and gradually progressed to getting a record deal with Interscope Records, which didn't surprise anyone who knew you. You had immense talent, and your parents used to tell you that they were counting down the days before you were a celebrity. 

When Chris graduated college and told you he was moving to Los Angeles, he convinced you to come with him. Prices were high in LA, and he didn't want to be separated from you for too long, so you joined him. He got to be an actor, and you got to be a singer, which is what you both had wanted since you were younger. 

You went to every one of Chris’s movie premieres, and he attended as many of your live shows as he could. You supported him through all his relationships and his breakups, and played the middle man whenever he and Jenny would fight, up until the very end. You told yourself you did that because you just wanted what's best for him, but you both kind of knew that wasn't the reason at all. 

Throughout your time living together, you friendship grew, as did your feelings for each other. You'd be lying if you didn't have a small crush on him in college, and those feelings only grew as time went on, especially since the two of you decided to only get a one bedroom apartment. Mainly because it was cheap, but also because Chris made a decision a week after your parents death to never allow you to sleep alone because of the nightmares that would occur if he wasn't there.

So, when you won your first award for your first album, named ‘hand in hand’, he kissed you the second you came off the stage with your award in hand. It blew your mind that he felt the same, but you were happy nonetheless. You two began dating that night, and everything was perfect. 

Until, you were invited by 5 Seconds of Summer to be their opening act on their newest tour. You had agreed, and Chris let you go. You two had been dating for over 3 years, and you thought your relationship would be fine. 

You quickly realized however that that wasn't the case, when the two of you started fighting less than two weeks into the tour. The fights weren't anything major, more petty things like ‘did you change the Netflix password’ or ‘why did you take this piece of clothing, that was mine and it was my favourite.’ All around stupid fights. 

You had turned to Calum, who you were closest with, and he consoled you as much as you could. You realized however, that you couldn't be with Chris anymore when he drunk called you in the middle of the night while you were in the UK and got angry with you when you answered and told him to call you back in the morning when he was sober, to which he proceeded to brag that he slept with his co star at the time, Jessica Alba, you freaked out and ended things. 

You got a message from Jessica on instagram the next day letting you know that they did not sleep together, and that she was sorry he even said it. You assured her it was fine, and felt relief.

Relief because you got to the bottom of the situation, but also relief from your relationship. You didn't know what happened in those few weeks, but you knew the relationship was turning toxic, and you wanted to stop it before that happened. Neither you or Chris needed that. You told him you’d find a new place to live, and by the time tour ended, you bought yourself a house in Beverly Hills, and moved out of the apartment.

Chris moved out not long after, and bought his own house. He had tried to stay friends with you, but you didn't want that at that point in time. You were still hurting, and needed time to heal. 

Once you felt ready to date again, you were asked to be Calum’s date to the Peoples Choice Awards, you accepted. You knew Chris would be there, and you were hoping to talk to him, and maybe work it out. He had told you during the break up that he would always wait for you to come back, and that he still loved you, and always would. 

But you knew that wasn't the case when he showed up on the red carpet, with a new actress named Myra Woodfield. You had smiled at him, while trying not to break down inside, but he gave you a dirty look and rolled his eyes at you when Calum wrapped his arm around your waist for a picture. You furrowed your eye brows and took a good look at Myra. 

She looked almost exactly like you. Same build, same hair colour, same eye colour. The only difference is that she was slightly taller than you. You didn't know why he was replacing you, but it hurt. You pushed it out of your head however, and enjoyed the night with your best friend. 

It was a few months later when you were awoken by the constant dinging of your phone. You unlocked it, and saw you had a lot of unread messages from Luke, Ashton, Michael, Calum, and your other best friend Ashe about Chris’s new movie trailer, you sighed. 

You watched the trailer, and sighed when it looked like a recreation of a bunch of moments in your relationship with him, only Myra was in your place. 

Your fans and some of Chris’s had commented on it, and Myra immediately became aggressive with them, and insulted them. She told them that you were a nobody who could make Chris happy, which she was glad about because she made him happy how. 

Within minutes of this happening the hashtag #cancelmyrawoodfield was trending on twitter. You shamelessly went through the tweets and like and retweeted a couple. Then an idea popped in your head.

With a quick google search, you had a plan. 

You had written a new song called Deja Vu after the peoples choice awards, and it was had been recorded a few weeks ago, and you just had to decide on a date to release it, and make a decision on the music video. Her birthday was in about 3 months, which gave you enough time to get everything in place to drop on her birthday. 

Was it evil? Yes. Did you care? Not really. Besides, you inherited your pettiness from your mother and you knew she’d be proud of you. You called your manager and label, and got it planned out. 

When the new music video had been announced, Lisa called you and invited you home to watch it premiere with the family. You accepted, knowing Chris and Myra would be there, and that her birthday would get overshadowed by the release of your music video.

So, three weeks later, you were sitting with Lisa, Bob, Carly, Shanna, Scott, Chris and Myra in Lisa’s living room, waiting for the video to premiere.

Scott had picked you up at the airport earlier in the morning along with Carly and Shanna, and the four of you had a laugh about the face that no one acknowledged Myra’s birthday, not even Chris. It was mean, but no one liked her. 

Lisa absolutely hated her, but didn't want to upset Chris, so you got a call shortly after the PCA’s from her and the two of you ranted about her for a good two hours. 

You watched as the timer counted down from 10, and then the screen turned black. You took a deep breath and watched Chris out of the corner of your eye. 

You had searched for a while for a guy who looked similar to Chris, and you stumbled on Andrew Siwicki. He didn't look exactly like Chris, but it was close enough that everyone would know who the song was about if they didn't already. Andrew was a fan of Chris and hated Myra too, so he was more than glad to help you out. 

The music began to play, and you watched as the black screen faded in on two people walking along the beach, holding hands. 

“Car rides to Malibu Strawberry ice cream One spoon for two And trading jackets Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you,”

The next scene was a recreation of yours and Chris’s first date where you two had a picnic on the beach, and ended up splashing each other with the ocean water. Towards the end, everyone watched as Andrew picked you up and threw you into the water the same way Chris always did. 

You glanced at him, and could have burst into laughter at how uncomfortable Chris looked, but more importantly how angry Myra looked. 

“Watching reruns of Glee Being annoying Singing in harmony I bet she's bragging To all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm,”

The next scene was you and Andrew (who was dressed as Ransom) on what appeared to be a recreation of the Knives Out set, running around with a dog that looked like Dodger chasing after you, the two of you laughing. The next shot was the two of you kissing behind a trailer, seemingly hiding from production. 

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you,”

The next scene was the two of you driving through Southern California, in a car that was almost identical to Chris’s. You two were laughing and singing along to the song, your hair whipping around you.

You took a deep breath, knowing this next scene would piss him right off.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?”

This scene was you, along with the rest of Chris’s family sitting around a living room that looked like the one you were in now, a Christmas tree full of presents in the corner. The camera panned across everyone as everyone was talking and settled on you and Andrew and the two of you recreated the scene where Chris whispered in your ear how much he loved you, and couldn't wait to start a family with you. 

“Do you call her Almost say my name? 'Cause let's be honest We kinda do sound the same,”

The screen showed you and Andrew saying goodbye at the airport, with 5 Seconds of Summer standing behind you. They weren't actually there when you left for tour, but Luke suggested it to piss Chris off, and you had agreed. 

Then there was a small montage of clips from tour, including a shot of Michael elbow dropping Ashton into a pool, which made everyone laugh, except Chris and Myra. The montage was followed up by you sitting on the floor of a dressing room and crying as you sent a text that said “I’m done.”

“Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type,”

Now you were on the red carpet, with Calum right beside you. You both were wearing the same clothes you wore on that night, you hair and makeup recreated perfectly. The camera unfocused on you as you turned and looked at Andrew and an actress named Alexa Morrison, who looked a lot like Myra, and they were recreating Chris and Myra’s actions perfectly. The camera swivelled around and came to rest pointing towards your face, as you looked in shock, and a single tear fell down your face. 

“I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel 'Cause you played her Uptown Girl You're singing it together,”

You were shown watching a movie trailer with Ashe sitting next to you, while you sobbed at what Alexa and Andrew were doing. You looked at the camera and began singing the song, while Ashe and everything else around you was frozen.

“Now I bet you even tell her How you love her In between the chorus and the verse (ooh) (I love you),”

You were sat on the bed in Chris’s red flannel that you had stolen before leaving for tour, and you were writing in the notebook aggressively with tears rolling down your face and singing.

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was the show we talked about Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you,”

You were now being shown sitting on the couch, and watching Andrew run across the TV screen dressed as Captain America, an ice cream tub in your hand. You were wearing sweats and a t shirt, your hair in a messy bun.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? Oh Do you get déjà vu?”

The camera circled around you before transitioning to the next scene. 

“Strawberry ice cream in Malibu Don't act like we didn't do that shit too You're trading jackets like we used to do (Yeah, everything is all reused),”

You were shown laying down in bed, and your eyes closing before an image of you and Andrew danced, dressed as Steve and Peggy in endgame, a scene Chris always told you the two of you would recreate one day. You had called Hayley and asked if it was okay, and she immediately said yes, and even came and watched you do the scene.

“Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh) That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh) A different girl now, but there's nothing new (I know you get déjà vu),”

When your eyes opened, you were sitting at your piano, and playing while singing along. 

“I know you get déjà vu I know you get déjà vu,”

Suddenly, the piano disappeared, and you were left standing in an empty living room as the screen faded to black. 

The entire room burst into cheers as the video ended, except for Myra, who looked like she was going to murder you, and Chris who just clapped with a tight lipped smile. 

Later that night after all the kids had gone to bed and Lisa was driving Bob home,  Scott had pulled you into the kitchen under the pretences of ‘helping him fix a drink’, which ended up just being the two of you gossiping about Chris and Myra, and the music video.

Suddenly, Chris walked in, and nodded for Scott to leave. You cleared your throat and ignored him.

“That was a good song, and an amazing music video.” He said. “I can see you're just getting more and more talented as time-” He began, as you rolled your eyes, and looked at him. 

“What do you want?” You asked bluntly. 

“I just wanted to congratulate you.” He said, and you were about to open your mouth, when Myra came slinking in the room with an evil look on her face. 

“Nice job, Y/N. I’m glad I could inspire your music video.” She said sarcastically, and you could tell Chris was about to defend you, but you opened your mouth first. 

“Well, I’m glad I had such a snake like bitch to draw inspiration from,” You said, and heard Scott, his siblings burst into laughter in the living room. Myra’s jaw dropped and she turned to look at him. You looked up at Chris, who was leaning up against the counter, and biting back a smile.

“You’re just going to let her talk to me like that?” She asked, and Chris sighed.

“Myra, don't start. Not now.” He said, she scoffed. 

“I knew you still loved her. Only a pathetic loser could love someone as ugly and untalented as her.” She spat, and Chris growled. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you ran out of the room, your drink abandoned on the counter. 

You ran into your bedroom, where you shut the door, and fell onto the bed in tears. 

Back in the kitchen, Chris had gotten in Myra’s face, and was yelling.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO HER LIKE THAT! SHE’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT IN HER LIFE, AND I WON’T ALLOW YOU TO ADD TO THAT!” He screamed, as Scott, Carly, and Shanna ran to the door, unsure of what to do. “SHE IS SO TALENTED, WAY MORE TALENTED THAN YOU! YOU’RE THE REASON PRODUCTION TOOK SO DAMN LONG, IT TOOK FOREVER TO GET A PERFORMANCE OUT OF YOU! YOU OPENLY INSULTED HER AND HER FANS HOURS AFTER YOU WERE ANNOUNCED TO BE IN THIS MOVIE, AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO COME TO ME CRYING BECAUSE YOUR LITTLE FEELINGS GOT HURT!” He screamed, and Shanna ran and backed Chris away from her. 

“YOU’RE MY BOYFRIEND! AND ITS MY BIRTHDAY, YET HERE YOU ARE, CONGRATULATING HER FOR A SHITTY MUSIC VIDEO!” Myra screamed, and it was Scott’s turn to get in her face. 

“You need to leave. If you don't we’re going to call the cops.” He stated, and Myra rolled her eyes before storming out of the house. 

Scott turned back to Chris, and was shocked when he saw him in tears. 

“You need to work shit out with Y/N. It’s clear the two of you are still in love, and you need to figure it out as adults,” Scott said, his sisters nodding. Chris took a deep breath, and looked at your closed bedroom door.

Chris walked up to your bedroom door, and took a deep breath before entering the room where he used to sleep in every night.

He opened the door, and saw you curled up in a ball on the bed, your body still shaking. He smiled sadly, and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He sat on the bed behind you, and rubbed your back gently. 

“I’m sorry. Not just for what Myra said, but for everything. For breaking your heart, and for causing you so much pain. I didn't realize how much I was missing you too until we watched that music video and I saw how truly broken you were. I never noticed that before now. And I’m sorry I didn't. If I’d have, I could have fixed this sooner, and we could be together right now.” He said.

You furrowed your brows at his last sentence and sat up.

“W-What?” You asked, and Chris moved closer. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. 

“I still love you. So so much.” He smiled, and a tear rolled down his face. “You're my entire world, and not having you here is slowly breaking me apart. I didn't know just how much until today, but I can't live another day without you.” He said. “I’m so sorry I hurt you baby.” He sobbed, and his head buried itself into your hair. Your body shook with sobs too, and you turned around to face him.

“I love you too.” You sobbed out. “I never should have ended things, but-” You said, but were cut off by Chris’s lips on yours, and you felt yourself melting into it.

He pulled away a few seconds later. “Don't. It was my fault, not yours. I am so sorry, and I am going to spend the rest of my life making up for it, I promise.” He said, as he stood the two of you up and led you out of the room, and to his.

“Where are we going?” You asked, and Chris pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I have to grab something.” He said. He opened his closet, and grabbed something out of the top corner before turning to you. 

“I said I planned on spending the rest of my life making it up to you, and I plan on keeping that promise.” He said, as he got down on one knee. You gasped, as he opened the box and your dream engagement ring was inside. “I want you for the rest of my life, and the next. Will you marry me?” he asked, tears pouring down his face, just like yours.

You nodded enthusiastically, and Chris stood up. He placed the ring on your ring finger and scooped you up. “I love you,” You choked out, and Chris sobbed harder into you. 

“I love you too, and I’m never letting you go.”

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hi 💛 i know this may be out of character for post-finale, but i was wondering if you could write a bit of angst (with happy ending of course) where mickey becomes more withdrawn from the gallagher fam cause he doesn’t feel like he really belongs (thinking of lip during the “mickey’s not family” kitchen scene and mickey&lip’s fight) - maybe mick is staying back at their westside apartment more often, not attending family events, only feels comfortable around ian, etc. - eventually ian catches on, they talk, and he makes it better 🥰

This went a little different and it's ooc for the other Gallaghers, but I think it still hits the general vibe so I just went with it.

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The wake of Frank Gallagher’s death was filled with uncertainty. For the present, the future, the family. For Ian. Because for all Ian said he wouldn’t care when Frank died, for all he said he was done caring for, mourning for a man that used him, threw him aside…

When it came down to it, Ian was still a Gallagher. And Gallaghers didn’t let each other go that easily.

Mickey wasn’t a Gallagher. He never had been. And he had never felt that difference more strongly than now, standing behind the counter in the Gallagher family kitchen, feeling like an eavesdropper as he listened to them plan.

Plan for a wake no one wanted, a remembrance no one asked for. Plan out Frank’s goodbye while the man himself sat in ashes on the mantelpiece.

Ian looked tired sitting on the opposite side of the room, facing Mickey. His face was drawn, his eyes squinted thin and surrounded by red, and his mouth twisted as he argued with Lip over how much of the money from selling the house should go toward completely unnecessary arrangements.

“I’m just saying,” Ian said plainly, “that we don’t need to do anything fancy. There’s nothing wrong with a cheap party at the Alibi.”

“Party,” Lip snorted. “Don’t think this is the kind of thing we’re supposed to celebrate.”

“Why the fuck not?” Mickey couldn’t help himself from chiming in. “Frank was an asshole, and nobody cared when he was dyin’ on the goddamn sofa.”

It was true enough. They had all been rather unbothered by his imminent demise until they got the call, a few words over a tinny phone connection enough to suddenly make it real. To make it important.

“No matter how much we hated him, he was still our dad, Mickey,” Lip argued, wiping a hand over his face. He eyed the drink Carl held hungrily before taking a slow sip of his own cola, adding, “Not all of us can just leave family to fuckin’ rot.”

And that hurt. Felt like a fucking kick in the chest, over a heart already bruised. He could see Ian watching him, though, and his husband had enough to deal with without getting into Mickey’s shit again.

“He’s already cremated,” Mickey pointed out, putting on an unconcerned face for Ian’s benefit. “Nothing left to rot, man.”

“Well we can’t just do nothing,” Debbie said, for once on Lip’s side. “I mean yeah, he was a shitty dad, but it’s not like he was Terry.”

“Not a high bar,” Mickey countered. “Think he deserves some kind of parade just cause he didn’t try and kill any of ya on purpose?”

A brief moment, just one, as that went through the room. Then:

“Mickey,” Lip sighed, “just let us deal with this, yeah? This is kind of a—”

“Family only thing,” Mickey interrupted bitterly, repeating words that Lip had thrown around one too many times. “Yeah, I figured.”

Ian offered an apologetic look from across the table, but didn’t argue for him. Not like last time, when his first thought had been to defend Mickey’s place.

Mickey took the hint.

“I’ll be out back,” Mickey said shortly, directed at Ian, and marched toward the door. “You know, whenever fucking family time is over.”

“Mickey…” Ian called after him, but he didn’t get up. Didn’t follow. And as Mickey left, he could vaguely hear Ian making apologies.

So he didn’t stop when he went down the steps. And he didn’t stop at the gate. He didn’t stop at the sidewalk, or the street, or the edge of the neighborhood.

If he wasn’t fuckin’ family, he didn’t need to be at the family home. So he went to his new one instead.

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“Mickey?” Ian called out as he entered the apartment, hours later. “Mickey, are you here?”

Mickey didn’t answer. Ian found him anyway.

“There you are,” he said with a sigh as he came into the living room, where Mickey lay sprawled over the sofa. He stopped at Mickey’s side, towering over him.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Ian complained, looking to the device Mickey held with both hands. “Why did you leave?”

“Why do you think?” Mickey answered. “Wasn’t exactly welcome.”

Ian had the grace to look chagrined.

“Sorry about that,” he said sheepishly. “You know how Lip gets…”

“Stupid?” Mickey said, and Ian shrugged.

“I mean, yeah. Kind of.”

Mickey went back to playing on his phone, leaving Ian standing awkwardly at his side.

“I told them I’d come back once I found you,” Ian told him abruptly. “You should come with me.”

Mickey didn’t answer, eyes on his game.

“Will you come?” Ian pressed, and Mickey dropped his phone with a sigh.

“They don’t want me there,” he answered. He lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck, and Ian caught it, pulled it away.

“Why would you say that?” he asked, voice earnest, his thumb tracing circles on Mickey’s wrist.

“Dunno,” Mickey lied, then caved immediately. “It’s a family thing,” he said. “And I ain’t family.”

“You’re my family,” Ian countered, but Mickey shook his head, pulling his hand free.

That wasn’t enough.

They were quiet, for a moment, and Mickey was about to give up and pick up his phone again when Ian broke the silence.

“You’re more family than Frank was, if you think about it,” he said suddenly. “Definitely more of a Gallagher, if you only count the good bits.”

“It’s cheating to only count the good parts of me,” Mickey argued, feeling bitter, and Ian knocked his shoulder with his hand.

“Meant only the good bits of being a Gallagher, Mick,” he corrected, rolling his eyes before they settled, soft, on Mickey’s face. “Stuff like being there, taking care of each other. Sticking together when things get rough.”

“Don’t think your brother agrees,” Mickey said flatly, then winced as Ian sat down hard on his outstretched legs.

“My brother,” Ian started, “is an idiot.”

Well, Mickey wasn’t going to argue with that.

“But believe it or not,” Ian continued, “he does think of you as family.” Mickey tried to cut in, but Ian glared at him until he closed his mouth, settling back against the arm of the sofa.

“You know what I heard him telling somebody the other day?” Ian asked. Not waiting for a reply, he said, “that if they had any trouble, he’d sic his brother-in-law on them.”

“Don’t think using me as a threat counts as me being part of the family,” Mickey grumbled, but Ian shook his head.

“Wasn’t a threat,” he explained. “He was offering your services. Cause you’re part of the family, now, and he knows you would help him.”

He would. Of course he would. Without a second thought, even for his least favorite in-law, even at risk for himself. But it was a surprise to hear that Lip knew that.

“Carl tells people you taught him how to fight,” Ian went on. “Brags that the infamous Mickey Milkovich taught him everything, and that’s why he makes a good cop.”

Mickey snorted. Of course that little fucker did.

“Didn’t think he’d grow up to be a pig, did I?” he said, and Ian just smiled.

“Liam tells the school bullies that if they mess with him, his brother will beat them up,” Ian continued. “Didn’t work very well until he said that brother was you.”

“Damn right I would,” Mickey agreed easily, scowling at the idea of anyone giving Liam a hard time. “He’s a good fucking kid.”

“And Franny fucking adores you,” Ian said, knowing it would make Mickey smile. “Which means Debbie does, too.” Ian scooted closer, sitting on Mickey’s thighs instead of his shins.

“You know I offered to babysit the other day, and the first thing Debs asked was if you would be there?” Ian laughed. “She almost said no until I promised you would be.”

“Little sis has good sense,” Mickey muttered, flushing to his ears, and Ian nodded.

“She does,” he agreed. “They all do.” He raised a hand to Mickey’s face, held his cheek. Stroked his thumb over it. “You’re family, Mickey,” he whispered. “And they love you. Just like I do.”

“Fucking sap,” Mickey murmured, leaning into the touch.

“You know it,” Ian said, and pulled him in for a kiss.

When they parted, Ian took Mickey’s worries with him.

“What do you say?” Ian asked softly, hand sliding down to Mickey’s neck. “Come home with me, let them apologize?”

“Thought this was home, now,” Mickey said.

“It is home, for us,” Ian answered. “But the house is home too. Family is home,” he stressed. “And you’re family.”

“Lip ain’t gonna apologize,” Mickey pointed out next, leaning in again, and Ian shrugged.

“Come home with me and tell him he’s an asshole?” Ian offered instead.

Mickey grinned, resting their foreheads together.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I can do that.”

[yjwhatif]

I have a feeling that Barry will be less than pleased to know that Bart ran off. After all, the Flash family already lost one of their own, I’d doubt that they’d be willing to lose another. In season 3 when Bart was injured, Barry asked if he was okay and Bart seemed almost annoyed with him when he did so. Maybe the Flash fam has been overbearing in their protectiveness and that’ll all come to heed when Bart returns. It could be really interesting to see.

Ooooh that would be interesting - I hadn’t thought about it like that… To me, I always thought Bart looked a little guilty when Barry came over to him - like he was annoyed at himself for getting hurt and causing Barry to worry - and because of the Wally situation, he never wants to be the reason they have to worry again - possibly making that the reason he hasn’t told anyone about his little excursion with the legion. I hadn’t considered the idea of Bart actually being annoyed at Barry’s concern towards him - but I can totally see it - especially when you consider the fact that Bart survive an apocalypse, built a time machine from scraps and headed a mission to save not only Barry, but the entire timeline all more or less on his own. I think it’s understandable that he may not appreciate being worried about or coddled - to him it may come across as them not trusting that he can take care of himself. On that line of thinking, maybe his choosing to leave with the legion was a means of him proving that he is still capable of taking care of himself… or at least that my immediate interpretation of that concept.

Barry being less than please about Bart’s actions makes me think all the way back to when Wally tells his origin story to the others in the comics. In it we see that Barry never wanted any kind of partner in the field because he didn’t want the responsibility - the only reason he ended up taking Wally on was because Wally almost got himself killed trying to give himself powers - begrudgingly Barry made him his protégé. The same could be said for Bart - who just turned up out of nowhere and filled in a spot Barry probably had no intentions of filling - new protégé and grandson from the future - meaning more responsibility he never actually asked for. He accepts it and takes the responsibility seriously but that doesn’t mean he’s totally happy about having it. But then he fails Wally, and whether it’s true or not, in his eyes that loss is on him - he’s of course going to become more wary of letting anything like it happen again.

I can totally buy into a displeased Barry - one who maybe (without any malicious intentions) shows his frustrations before his concerns, or comes across as being critical when he’s actually trying to be sincere. With the lack of content showing the dynamic between Bart and Barry post S2, it’s hard to work out what their relationship might actually be like - outside of that single S3 moment, we’ve only ever seen Bart interact with Iris, the twins or Jay - never Barry. It’s interesting to consider the idea that maybe the two don’t connect as well as Bart does with others - especially when one of the reasons Bart came back to the past was to save Barry’s life and as a result hopefully gain that relationship he never got growing up. But I guess there’s the possibility that sometimes things don’t always live up to expectations. Alternatively, the loss of Wally could have caused a disconnect between the two as they maybe blamed themselves for what happened, or they had their own ways of dealing with the loss which created more friction than unity. I can imagine a serious lack of communication between them which makes Bart’s actions come across as a little reckless and impulsive to Barry, while his vigilance and concern comes across as overbearing protectiveness to Bart.

It’ll be interesting to see what we get with them - though I’m sure it’ll be nothing like anything I just said (it never is when I say it). But I’m exited for whatever way it goes! Thanks for the message Anon - sorry it turned into a ramble about Bart and Barry - when I get thinking I just can’t stop!

LB

[ramzawrites]

Hey, so I'm having a really rough time rn (dealing with bs from my friend group, we have to take my really old dog to the vet today bc we found blood in her pee and we're scared that she won't make it this time, I'm struggling with my mental health, I'm just kinda goin thru it rn ig) so I would love a comfort fic with the sbi maybe with the reader as their sibling where the reader is the one that always comforts the fam, but hides their emotions until (1/2, very sorry about splitting it)

(2/2) something happens that makes the reader have a full on breakdown? I'll leave the rest to you, it can be a good or bad ending, headcanons or one shots, anything. You can ignore this request if you want/if it makes you uncomfortable. Please don't feel pressured/guilt tripped to write anything from this, your mental health comes first and I'm sure you're already really busy. Reminder to eat something today if you haven't yet and get a drink of water <3

We are family - Reader and SBI!Brothers

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Wilbur, Technoblade, Tommy, (mentioned) Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request <3

Summary: Y/N came back from an errand and surprises their brothers with their weird behavior. Trying to put on their usual smile, trying to hide away their real emotions but their brothers know them better than they inititally suspected. They could immediately tell that something must have happened.

Words count: 2060

Authors Note: I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope you and your dog are doing better! 💙 I wish I could give you more than words of encouragement and that I managed to get faster to this request, I apologize Please make sure to take care of yourself, alright? Take time for yourself to deal with the stress and anxiety! Make sure to stay hydrated and remember to eat! Even if it’s just something small!

Once again I apologize for the long wait, I felt really bad already and then I kinda put it off because I felt bad.

adhd hit hard again and haven’t checked for typos yet, but will get on it as soon as I can o7

On another note if you want to read another comfort fic; I have a small series called “A Painful Reminder” which is more angsty but the 2nd part is more about the comfort, if that is something for you 

Living in the SMP was chaotic, turbulent and at times downright painful.

Most people tended to gravitate to one cause or other people to deal with this. Holding on to something so they don’t get pulled under. Get buried beneath the chaos and the violence.

So having people like Y/N around was like a godsend. They were one of the few people that seemed to be able to withstand the constant waves of misfortune and stand strong. Be the rock to hold onto when everything got too overwhelming.

Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy loved their sibling for it.

After Wilbur and Tommy got exiled with Y/N out of L’Manberg, they were there and cheered both of their siblings up. Immediately making plans on how to set up a safe home and collecting ideas on how to get back. They were the one who managed to get a message out to Technoblade and asked him to visit them. Maybe help them.

Wilbur often jokingly said that Y/N was the glue that held the family together, to which they would always reply with the warmest of smiles “I’m glad.”

And what he said was true. Whenever the family fell on hard times and they began to drift apart it was Y/N who pulled all of them back. Pulling them back to reality and giving solutions for their problems if needed.

Sitting down with Wilbur when things got to much. Listening to his thoughts and worries, letting his emotion run freely without judgement. While they looked worried for him, their comforting smile never faltered. Offering him solutions to problems if he wanted it, otherwise they gave him the chance to just air his own thoughts out. To be angry with him. Sad with him.

Working with Tommy on his own projects. Listening to his ideas and giving him a different perspective that could improve some things but also respecting it when Tommy wanted to do this his way. And while he liked to brag and pretend that some things didn’t hit him that hard, they were still patiently listening to him as he spoke about his own pain in a more roundabout way. Telling him that he was not alone and making him feel heard.

Talking to Technoblade whenever the voices got too loud or out of hand again. He would just walk over to them and nudge them away, asking them to talk about something, no matter what. He just needed to hear their voice and be able to concentrate on it. Tune out the garbled voices in his head with a familiar sound that calmed him down no matter what. Leaning against them, slowly falling asleep as Y/N told all about how they were happily working on their own farm and what shenanigans they got up to.

Y/N really was like the warm sun on a cold day. Warming them up and protecting them.

Yes, Y/N was strong. So strong that even Technoblade considered them stronger than him. Maybe not physically but mentally and emotionally.

A clanging of metal rung through the cave. Techno was training with Wilbur while Tommy was just watching. Cheering on Techno.

It wasn’t an unusual situation and something Y/N expected to see as they made their way down the staircase. Wilbur in full iron armor and weapon while Techno just fought back with his own iron sword.

“Hey, Y/N! Welcome back!” Wilbur breathed out. Sweat running down the side of his face as he stopped attacking his brother.

The three men looked happily over to their sibling who slowly walked towards them but soon their expressions fell. Something was off about Y/N and it confused the three.

Their smile was as always plastered on their face but it looked strained. Their eyes wide open, trying to look sincere and loving but the glassy look of them gave off a different picture.

“Y/N? You okay?” Tommy asked as he stood up from the ground. Taking a step closer to them which made them in return stop in their tracks.

Y/N was hugging themself, shakily opening up their mouth to answer but nothing came out. It was then when Techno got very aware of how they were shaking in general.

This all seemed so wrong. This shouldn’t be possible. It just didn’t seem to register fully inside their minds.

Wilbur made sure to get rid off his sword and armor as fast as he could, walking over to his sibling, trying to get a better look at them but they just avoided his gaze.

Staring at the ground, slowly shaking their head “It’s- It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You aren’t. You really aren’t. What happened? Did they find you?” Techno asked, his voice full with worry. A bit of anger hidden as well.

Y/N had their own little farm in order to support Pogtopia. The potatoes from Techno were great but variety is important after all. Though they also had an abundance of wheat they usually tried to smuggle into Manberg for Niki. Trying to help her out as much as possible with her taxes and work.

This time Y/N nodded “They did… It’s fine though. I’m fine. I’m not hurt. It’s all good.”

Wilbur’s frown deepened “Usually when people have to be so adamant about being okay something isn’t alright.”

Tommy nodded, supporting his statement only to whisper to himself “Adamant? What does-“

But Wilbur continued “We are your family, talk to us.”

Y/N licked their chapped lips “I’m-“

The tears finally escaped their eyes and begun streaming down their face. Sobbing they fell down on the ground. Wilbur immediately followed suit, laying his arm around them and pulling them against his chest. His hand flew up to their head and begun going through their hair, trying to calm them down. Humming a soft tune from their childhood.

It was the first time in their lives they saw Y/N break down like that and it was quite frankly shocking.

Unsure what to do with himself Tommy squatted down “Um, uh, what- what happened?”

Techno was still gripping the iron sword in his hand. Pacing up and down. Manberg found them? What the hell did they do to make Y/N break down like that? His own sibling! Whatever it was he would make sure to pay it back a thousand times over.

“Tommy can you grab them some water?” Wilbur laid his chin on top of Y/N’s head, rubbing circles now on their back.

He didn’t even hesitate, jumping up to run towards one of the chests with food items that Y/N had always ready for them. Grabbing a water bottle and running back over. Happy that he could do something else besides staring.

Tommy then pushed the bottle towards Y/N who gratefully took it, putting some space between them and Wilbur as they drank some of the cold liquid which helped them to calm down.

“You ready to tell us what happened?” Techno stopped pacing around. His gaze purely trained on his crying sibling. Anger still rising in him just like the voices.

Screaming things like “Technosib! How dare they hurt them! Protect them! I love Y/N so much! Why would anyone hurt Y/N! They always help us! Let’s help them for a change! Technosib! Let’s go out and fight them! Yeah! Blood for the Blood God and Y/N!”

Y/N’s voice was still wavering and a bit scratchy from their sobbing as they begun speaking “Hey, hey! Techno don’t concentrate on the voices. Listen to me. It’s all good.”

This somehow made Techno angry. He threw the sword away and finally knelt down next to them as well so his face was on the same eye level as theirs “Stop. Please. Stop thinking about us for one second. Stop trying to not make us uncomfortable or worried! Tell us what happened! Please.”

He was basically begging at the last part. All his worry packed into it.

“Yeah, honestly you trying to make sure everything is okay for us makes us even more worried.” It surprised the others a bit that this came from Tommy but he was correct.

Tears fell down their face again “I- I was just delivering more wheat to Niki and someone must have followed me. They followed me back to my farm and- and- they burned my fields down. There were explosions. I- it was just my farm. I did not harm. Just, why does it always have to end like this. Why do all the good things always end like this. Why can’t this place let something be. There is always something.”

The farm was so important to Y/N. It was their little project they put so much sweat, love and work into. It was their home away from home. A place to retreat and enjoy some peace. This obviously was devastating. It was their one thing they had for themself. The one thing that wasn’t there for anyone else but them.

It was also clear that this seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back and it broke the three a bit that they only now seemed to notice this. That it took that long and their whole farm being destroyed for the realize this was heartbreaking.

“Who?” Techno urged but Y/N shook their head.

“I don’t know. Everything went so fast and I tried to save as much as I could but- but it’s all gone. It’s all gone.” Their voice jumped up an octave at the end, burying their face against Wilbur’s shoulder again. Silently sobbing.

It should have been impossible but Wilbur’s frown deepened and his expression turned more grim “Don’t worry. We will get back at them. We will get our revenge. They will see firsthand what they did to you, I promise.”

Shocked Y/N looked up, their red and puffy eyes wide open “Wil, that’s not what I- no revenge. There is already too much misery going around I just want this to stop. I just want all of us being able to live in peace.”

Wilbur should have known that Y/N was too good natured for that but he couldn’t help himself. He was just so angry. Angry at Schlatt and Manberg. That they went for him was one thing but to go out of their way to treat Y/N like this? Let’s just say he put it on the list in bold letters with reasonings on why he will get back at the Manberg faction.

“Listen Y/N.” Techno begun, his voice now calm again “Stop it. Just for once think about yourself. Stop thinking about others for once. You are also worthy of the same care you give us. Let us at least help rebuild your farm. You always help us with our projects, let us help you with yours.”

Tommy seemed to lit up at that “That sounds like a good idea! We could build towers around your new farm and make sure no one gets in! We could put down traps and all!”

He really wasn’t sure how to react but that was at least something he could do for them. As the past General’s right hand man, this should be something he can do. If he couldn’t protect his sibling how could he ever hope to get L’Manberg back.

Wilbur seemed to think about it for a bit but agreed “Yeah, how does that sound?” Though the dark glint in his eyes stayed. The cogs in head still running off with his own thoughts.

“You guys would? Since when can you guys build?” a dry laugh escaped them but it was a laugh nonetheless.

Both Tommy and Wilbur looked almost appalled at that claim while Techno just shrugged and nodded. Just looking around Pogtopia was more functioning than good looking after all. Y/N tried to pretty it up a bit but usually something always happened around here.

“Also Y/N, please talk to us more. Don’t bottle everything up. Please. We worry a lot about you and we love you. You always do so much for us, let us do the same.” Wilbur pushed Y/N a bit off of him and looked them deep into their eyes, hoping that this would really hammer in that this was a genuine plea.

As a respone Y/N wiped the tears off their face “I understand. I’ll try to remember that.”

“Don’t try just do it.”

[evansbby]

Hey bestie 🥰 In relation to the dilf next door

Bestie thank you so much for looking out for me ❤️🫶, you’re a true bestie 🫶❤️ I’m deffo being cautious because my first thoughts (well second immediate thoughts after ‘wow he so handsome’) were the same as yours - I must be careful no matter what happens because he is older, already knows where I live and I do live by myself; all things that make this trickier. I always thought in fanfics that an age gap was hot but that irl if an older man seemed interested in someone significantly younger (I’m 23 and during our small talk yesterday I learned he is in his late thirties) that that’s an immediate red flag and a nuh-uh 🙅‍♀️ So I’m making sure to be very careful with how things go

So taking all these things into consideration, he does seem genuinely really nice, our walk around the neighbourhood went well ☺️ After our walk we sat on a park bench and talked some more to get to know each other better. It seemed like he only made moves once I made moves - to explain myself, in the middle of talking I did the thing where I gently nudged his arm with my hand (something I do with everyone, like you know that innocent hand touch to the arm for the girlies and the bros and the fam and to everyone else in between) and then he did the same a few times to me too. Then I lightly put my knee to his (I was just trying to do some subtle stuff to give him hints that I’m low-key interested but not too much stuff so that if he didn’t feel the same way I could brush it off as ‘I’m just really friendly and do those things with everyone hehe 😅’) and he leaned his knee further into mine and we remained like that for the rest of the convo. I got the impression then that he was being careful and not trying to make any moves first to try to prevent me feeling uncomfortable because of all the factors in this sitch. So I tried to give hints without outright asking him out because I deadass would rather die than ever make the first move 😭 I subtly brought up I’m single and asked him if he was too (without outright asking) and then I mentioned the name of a coffee shop we walked past looks interesting (hoping he’d get the darn hint) and he asked if I wanted to try it out with him and the d word came up - so we’re going on a first date next Saturday, eeeep!!

I’m hoping then we can clarify what we’re both looking for going forward - because I’m not looking for anything serious, just some mutually exclusive fun one night once a week (I’m really not looking to invest more time or energy for anything else than that because of upcoming finals) so I hope he’s on the same page too, and if not at least we would have had that discussion early on.

Then we walked back to the apartment complex arm against arm and eeeeppp it was just an exciting day ☺️

Bestie I’m definitely being careful to make sure I protect myself and am safe, and am trying to get to know him really well before deciding if I want to take things any further. Thankfully he seems like a genuinely nice person - I felt safe and comfortable with him ☺️

And yes south asain girlies 🫶❤️💘💘💘🥰!!!!

And whilst I’m not getting ahead of myself because I know I have to see how things progress at each meeting, but should anything sexi happen at any point in the future - dw bestie I won’t give deets of those because das tmi baha - I just wanted to share some general sfw stuff about this dilf sitch because I feel like we can be two girlies who chat over online chai tea and cake rusks 🥰🫶❤️

- 💙

(this is in relation to this anon ask, for anyone wondering)

Omg bestie!! Firstly, I’m sorry for the late reply! But omg!!! I’m happy you already realise the risks and tbh as long as you do AND you feel safe and comfy with him… there’s no reason why you can’t have fun and live your best dilfy life!! Please feel free to share all the dilfy deets (as much as you feel comfortable with) bc we are all dilf fanatics here!!! we are all living vicariously through you bahaha 😌😌😌💙💙💙

[retrogradedreaming]

UHHHH maybe,, you could write a little thing for reki making the sk8 fam tea? and kaoru thinking hes gonna have to pretend he likes it but then "oh wait reki can actually make tea what-"

just bc this has been living in my head for awhile sdkljfs

(capt-snoozles)

It turns out I am completely incapable of writing ANYTHING short, so have a full one shot type thing, I guess. I hope it's okay that I kinda borrowed headcanons from you and @that-was-anticlimactic for Reki with TS at a couple of small moments in the fic?

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It used to be Kaoru alone who visited Kojiro’s restaurant when it was closed on Mondays. But since the start of winter break, Sia la Luce had become much livelier now that Reki, Langa, and Miya weren’t in school all day, and Shadow came when his days off lined up right. If Kaoru were being honest, it took some time to get used to the space no longer being only his and Kojiro’s, but he’d grown to like how their group came together like this.

The afternoons were the quietest part of these days. Kojiro took these opportunities to try out new recipes on them, leaving everyone contentedly full and pleasantly sleepy. Today, Langa had actually fallen asleep in the booth, and Reki sat beside Kaoru at the counter, playing with a tiny skateboard and making soft sounds like a small motor. Shadow and Miya sat at a table across the room, arguing over whether clown or cat makeup looked cooler while Kojiro finished cleaning. Kaoru let himself sink into the lull, Reki’s noises and that of the skateboard wheels on the counter an almost comforting presence beside him. And yet, one thing was missing, keeping him from truly relaxing.

“Seems like a good afternoon for tea,” Kojiro said, as if reading his mind as he appeared out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “You want me to make some?”

“Absolutely not,” Kaoru scoffed. “People who microwave their tea should be arrested.”

“There’s no way you can tell the difference,” Kojiro said, defensive. “Hot water is hot water.”

“Only an uncultured pig would believe that,” Kaoru snapped. He was about to stand, to tell Kojiro he’d make the tea himself like he always inevitably had to, when Reki all but leaped from his seat, skateboard abandoned for the moment.

“I’ll make it!” he offered, and the way his face lit up meant that Kaoru took too long to say not to bother. By the time he’d found his words, Reki had already bounded around the counter and into the kitchen, and Kojiro didn’t even try to stop him. Before Kaoru could tell Kojiro to stop him, Reki called out to Kojiro, asking about the industrial stove, and soon, Kojiro was not only allowing Reki to make the tea, but encouraging him.

Kaoru supposed this was a step up from Kojiro’s microwave technique, but if Kaoru were likely to trust anyone other than himself to make a decent cup of tea, it wouldn’t be Reki. The idea that he’d wanted his tea made well and was unlikely to receive it as such set him on edge. As he listened to the water boil and the conversation continued around him, he found himself wrapping a strand of his hair around his finger and tugging, letting it go, and repeating the process until his scalp hurt. He didn’t even notice that Langa had woken up until he appeared beside Kaoru and spoke.

“What’s Reki doing?” he asked.

“Making tea,” Kaoru said, doing his best not to appear so anxious about something so small.

Langa peered over the edge of the counter to where Kojiro and Reki were talking in the kitchen, and then turned back to Kaoru. “I like how he makes it. I never liked it before I met him.”

Kaoru hummed a halfhearted response. He doubted that Langa’s standards were very high, given that he’d grown up in Canada. He’d likely had tea often enough, given that his mother was Japanese, but Kaoru knew from experience that plenty of people even here in Okinawa had no idea how to brew a proper cup. It was about timing, knowing how hot to make the water, how long to steep the leaves, and so many people rushed the process—or worse, forgot about it and steeped too long—that Kaoru preferred to make his own.

He couldn’t help but envision Reki handing him a bitter cup, or one that tasted like little more than hot leaf juice. He grimaced at the idea of having to drink it and pretend he liked it, suffering all the while. He would have to wait until he was home later to make something better for himself.

He was still trying to think of a polite way to decline the tea he’d obviously wanted when Reki came out bearing a tray of steaming cups and began making the rounds through the restaurant. Reki handed the first one to Langa, who accepted it, smiling softly up at Reki. Langa sipped the tea immediately, only to flinch and draw it away after the first sip.

Not promising, Kaoru thought. If he’d boiled the water, it was ruined, even if it was something as simple as green tea. And yet, Langa only took another sip while Reki looked on approvingly.

“It’s good,” Langa finally proclaimed, and Reki glowed as if he’d received praise from the emperor himself. Reki moved on, handing Kaoru his cup.

“Thank you,” Kaoru said, accepting it with both hands. Fortunately, Reki moved on to Shadow and Miya without waiting for Kaoru to try it, which meant that he didn’t know Kaoru only held onto it without making a move to taste it. If nothing else, he could enjoy the warmth that crawled from his fingertips all the way to his elbows.

Neither Miya nor Shadow hesitated in drinking theirs, though Kaoru couldn’t imagine they cared much how it tasted, as long as it was hot. And yet, as he watched, the two of them looked just as pleased as Langa when they tried it.

“Oh wow, the slime makes good tea,” Miya pronounced, hugging the cup close to him like a space heater.

“Damn, this is pretty good,” Shadow said, drinking deeply and draining half the cup. “How’d you even learn to make it like this?”

Reki shrugged, taking up his own cup, the last on the tray. He set the tray down on the counter and took the empty seat beside Langa. “I dunno, I guess I just picked it up over the years. It’s kinda like making skateboards, y’know? You have to figure out how all the parts fit together, and if you do it wrong, the tea doesn’t taste right.”

Kaoru looked up at him from the murky depths of his tea, brows raised. When it came to making tea, the analogy was rather profound, and Kaoru couldn’t argue it. Reki was right—tea was about the sum of its parts, the pieces fitting together perfectly. And as with building skateboards, the person making it had to know exactly how to combine each piece to create the whole.

“That doesn’t make any sense, but whatever,” Shadow said, taking another sip. “All I care about is that it doesn’t suck.”

“How come you’ve never made us tea before?” Miya asked, eyes trained on the Switch he’d pulled from his pocket now that he’d abandoned his conversation with Shadow.

“I don’t really have the patience for it,” Reki said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s kinda like, if I don’t wanna put in the time to do it right, why bother?”

While everyone was wrapped up in conversation, Kaoru finally chanced a discreet sip. If it was as bad as he’d expected, he could school his expression appropriately while they were all distracted. Perhaps he could even get away without having to lie about how good it was. And yet, when the tea touched his tongue, he paused.

It wasn’t too hot.

It wasn’t too weak or too strong.

It wasn’t too bitter and the leaves didn’t taste as though they’d been burnt.

It was, as far as Kaoru was concerned, some of the best tea he’d had outside his own home. For a moment, he couldn’t find the words to say so. He sipped it again, just to make sure he hadn’t deluded himself based on everyone else’s praise. Sure enough, it was almost more delicious the second time.

“You surprised?” Kojiro murmured at his ear, his own cup dangling from his fingertips. Kaoru jumped, nearly spilling his tea. When he turned to face him, Kojiro’s lips quirked in a smug grin, and he raised one brow meaningfully. Kaoru shot him a hard glower in return, a silent command to keep his mouth shut before Kaoru turned back to Reki.

“It’s delicious,” Kaoru said, and it wasn’t forced in the least. “I’m impressed.”

Reki, who had already immersed himself in talking to Langa, gaped at Kaoru, one of his hoodie strings falling from between his teeth. Then, he flashed a wide grin. “Glad you like it!”

“Have you ever practiced tea ceremony?” Kaoru asked, reluctantly setting his tea down on the counter.

“Nah, my parents let me try it once when I was younger, but I kept messing up the steps,” Reki said. “It’s not really fun when people get mad at you for doing it wrong.”

“I studied it for some time,” Kaoru said, remembering how the order felt comforting, how the amount of concentration it required gave his anxious mind something to focus on, how the simple yet refined aesthetic felt like clearing his head. In recent years, he didn’t have time for it with his calligraphy business, but a part of him missed it. “It’s quite a bit different from drinking tea like this, but if you wanted to, perhaps we could do a...modified version of it. Something less formal with everyone here.”

Reki’s eyes brightened, and he looked to Langa, who only seemed to share his enthusiasm. “It sounds fun, yeah! A lot better than getting yelled at by a bunch of old people because ‘tradition.’”

“I’d say so,” Kaoru said, and they devolved into talking about their favorite teas and the best ways to brew them. Kaoru couldn’t remember the last time he’d talked to someone who actually understood that tea was an art even more than it was a drink. But Reki did, and when the rest of the group finally left, leaving Kaoru and Kojiro alone in the restaurant to clean up, Kojiro nudged him with an elbow.

“You didn’t think Reki could make tea like that, did you?” he said, the words teasing but too close to Kaoru’s own thoughts for comfort.

“Shut up or I’ll leave you here to wash dishes alone,” Kaoru quipped, even as he accepted the next cup to dry. “I will admit, I was pleasantly surprised.”

“I knew you would be,” Kojiro said as he dried his hands and stretched.

“Anything is better than microwaved tea,” Kaoru said. And although it was true, he couldn’t help but look forward to the next Monday, and the last before the kids started school again.

[lovee-infected]

Can I request is Jamil turned into a snake and taken care of by s/o？

This one goes to my dear jamil stans 😘 @justkazuki @yandere-of-your-dreams @athaliesworld Pspspsps come get your man fam-

A simple mistake in the chemistry lab can lead to great consequences, right? And for our poor Jamil, all it takes is to team up with the careless Kalim and failing to stop him from accidentally throwing the blue butterfly wings into the potion pot. Of course, Jamil is dutied to protect kalim at all cost so all he can do is to shelter Kalim with his own body right before the potion explodes.

You run to the source of explosion and let out a scream as you find nothing but Jamil's empty clothes fallen all over Kalim. Oh god, what has happened to Jamil?? Poor Kalim isn't any better either, oh god, what has he done!? What if, what if Jamil's gone because of him?

You're about to lose your mind and Kalim is going to cry while you see something moving under all that is left from Jamil, something small yet...long. You dare picking up a piece of clothing from the ground and throw it away just to scream at what you find: A snake...!

And it's no ordinary snake, it's Jamil. Your 175 cm tall lover is now nothing but a small, unfriendly snake twirling right in front of you on the ground.

You immediately call for Professor Crewel to help you with the amall snake Jamil has turned into, now what should you do? Will he ever return to his original form? Or are you stuck with this hissing creature which is supposed to replace your man for eternity?

Thankfully, Crewel states that the potion's effect would be temporary, but he's got no idea on when Jamil might return to his original form.

You can't just leave him on his own, so you carefully pick the angry snake up and put him on shoulder, making the snake wrap himself around your neck and form a snake scarf around it. And that's how you're stuck with Jamil the snake for the rest of the evening.

It's a bit weird having to carry a snake around your neck all day, but you've got to admit that it was somehow pleasurable on its own. They say that communicating with animals can be quite hard, but you seem to be doing all cool with Jamil the snake:

"Okay so, you want anything?" "SsssssssSSSssssssSsssss" "Very well then."

You have to go through some hard time trying to convince anyone that's pops up through your way that the snake isn't choking you. Some even try to get him off your neck and kill him but no, that's a NO. There's no way that you'll let them kill your man, even if he's stuck on(?/ this snake form right now.

When you manage to get return him to Scarabia in safety, you get to his room and place him on bedsheets, staring at Jamil the snake for some time wondering what you should be doing with him. It's hard to pet a snake but, maybe you can try?

You learn that apparently snakes don't really like being patted on head, though they do enjoy it when you softly caress them with a hand. His rough skin is a bit cold and is somehow pleasant to touch, you can't believe that you're being this close to a snake. He seems to be a quite curious one so you have to catch from falling off the bed whenever he's moving around too much. You decide to keep playing with your little friend so he won't be trying to escape anymore.

You don't want to make him angry so you let him play as he wants; You allow him to wrap his long tail around your arm and slither up to your shoulder, then moving all the way down your other arm as if it's a roller coaster ride.

It's normally uncomfortable having animals squint all over you like this, but Jamil is an exception. Though he looks nothing similar to his original form in through this snake shell, you can somehow tell that he won't do you any harm. Moreover, you have to admit that he's a pretty cute snake. Perhaps you could've kept him like this forever if you didn't want your lovely man back as soon as possible.

You keep on playing with him all afternoon until you get really tired. Even the snake doesn't seem to be moving around as much as before and you can tell that he as well is tired. You lay him next to yourself on the pillow, wrapping a blanket around yourself and watch Jamil the snake wrapping his tail around himself as he is going to sleep as well.

You would've been pretty scared if it was a normal snake, but it is Jamil, the loveliest snake you'd ever get to find in the whole world and just as said, you trust him. You know that staying this close to him would be no dangerous.

Snakes are told to be unable of feeling love or affection, but damn, you only had this little one for less than a day and you already feel attached to Jamil's snake form.

"H-hey, you probably won't understand this but, love you my adorable snake," you slowly say before planting a small kiss on his head, careful enough not to wake him up or make him angry, though you are pretty sure that he won't really mind you touching him anyway.

When you wake up in the morning, you turn your head to say hi to your little snake but instead sleeping Jamil with you in bed. You suddenly blush so hard, and put a hand on your mouth trying not to scream. He looks so peaceful and... beautiful while asleep. You don't want to risk waking him up by getting out of bed but the thought of staying in the same bed as him until he wakes up is way too embarrassing.

Oh god, what should you do now? Else than that, you're probably going to have a long day explaining all that has happened to Jamil when he gets up.