#got to help so many people and it was so nice

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Huge thanks to hattiemagix for commissioning this!

Doey & motherly fem reader

★ When Doey first met the reader, he was immediately wary of her. Her kind nature was unfamiliar and he couldn't tell if it was an act or not, it made him suspicious. Even though he liked it when you were around he tried to keep his distance. Can you really blame him? He’s met a lot of people who’ve pretended to be nice, only for them to end up hurting him. 

★ Doey tested the reader's boundaries to see if her kindness was genuine. Slowly challenging her patience. "Let's see how long she can keep this up," he thought, observing her reactions closely. Shurely she would slip and show her true colors. 

★ Even though it was a tad annoying, you were still patient with him. You never raised your voice or showed anger, even when he was acting difficult. Whether it was explaining something for the hundredth time or dealing with his defensive attitude, you remained steadfast in your kindness. 

★ He started to realize that the reader genuinely cared for his well-being. Something he’s not at all used to. Doey never expected to meet someone, an ex-employee no less, who would try so hard to make him feel safe. He misses having someone to look after him, it's been so long, he almost forgot what it's like to be cared for. 

★ After that he quickly got used to you, your presence became a comfort. As the days in the factory slowly passed he grew even closer to you. Soon enough he started seeing you as an adoptive mother. But he decided to keep that to himself, for now at least, he wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.  

★ If anything were to happen to you, he would be devastated. If you need to leave the Safe Haven, Doey becomes visibly anxious. He begins clinging to you, reluctant to let you go. He asks you to make a promise to stay safe and be careful. The thought of losing you fills him with dread."Promise me you'll be careful, okay? I need to know you'll come back safe” 

★ After defeating the Doctor and the Prototype you bring him, and many of the other toys, home with you. Because of course you had to bring Kissy, Poppy and those who called the Safe Haven home out of the factory where they were starving. 

★ Doey feels a mix of emotions—relief, uncertainty, and a bit of excitement—as he steps into the reader's home "This is... home?" he asks, looking at the various objects you have hung up and strewn about. “Of course” you declare, looking at him as he turns his head. Doey’s expression unreadable, “that is, If you want it to be.” you quickly add. 

★ And of course he stays with you! Where else would he go? He's so attached to you he couldn't imagine living anywhere else. By this point, it was clear as day that he needed you around. The way he beams when you compliment him or how he always lingers by you gave it away.

★ After spending the past 10 years in the abandoned shell of a factory, Doey is very eager to make up for lost time. He's really excited to try something new. You take the opportunity to teach him various domestic skills. His new favorite thing is baking with you!

★ He still has nightmares about the factory. When Doey wakes up from a nightmare he's immediately disoriented and filled with fear, the trauma of the factory still lingering in his mind. His breathing is heavy and a sense of panic is overwhelming him. His panicked cries always wake you up.  

★ You’re quick to comfort him, rushing to his side and hugging him close "It was just a bad dream. You're okay, and nothing can hurt you here." your gentle touch helped to ground him, "It's okay, Doey. I'm here. You're safe now." it's working, because now his cries have dissolved into a quieter whimper.

★ To help Doey calm down, the reader reaches for his favorite book, "The Adventures of Word Wizard." She knows how much the story means to him and starts reading aloud, her voice steady and comforting. As she continues, doey feels his eyelids grow heavy. 

★ Just before he falls asleep, Doey murmurs softly, "Goodnight, Mom." The reader smiles softly, her heart melting from Doey's words. For the rest of the night, he sleeps soundly, knowing he's safe and cared for.

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat reader

Notes: this is part eleven of Lucid Dreams.

Please read author's note at the end!

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of killing, blood ,and death. And reader does fight in this chapter. Not proofread!

The room is silent the atmosphere tense but also warm....

And looking into your father's eyes you seem warmth kindness....and dare you say love?

But before you can truly think your response through your heart speaks for you.

"You will always be my father...."

Your words hold truth. Because nomatter how far you have traveled when asked you who was your father you'd always say hanzo hassashi.

You are his daughter.

And though you've always been haunted by that. You don't feel remorse being his daughter in this moment. Because for once in a very long time you feel...wanted?

Sure jason had loved you but it always felt like you needed him more then he needed you. But seeing the desperation in your father's eyes you truly feel needed.

And it feels nice. A warmth spreads across your chest as your father begins speaking.

"Thank you ,my girl," He says.

Thank you.. He says Thank you. He's a king. He's never thanked anyone for anything. And yet he humbled himself before you and thanked you for allowing him to be your father.

Now that was something you didn't expect because in his words "A Hasashi is nothing if not prideful." He used to tell you. But as he speaks his words have no pride in them ,no ill intention, just love.

"I won't let you down... not again." He says and it's surprising how the roles have switched. It used to be you telling him that.

It used to be you begging him for forgiveness but now it's him.

The air no longer is tense it's filled with peace and acceptance. It's calming and it soothes your nerves.

The smell of his candles goes by your nose the hint of aok trees and vanilla. And it feels like you can breath agian. And you let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding.

But much to your father's dismay this moment cannot last forever.

A gaurd knocks on the door and your father huffs and tells him to come in.

"Are guest are here my king." The guard says as he bows.

Your father nods and stands up. Offering you his hand. You take it and stand up quickly pulling your hand away.

You wanted him to know he was still being tested. The you weren't trusting him fully. And he obviously got the hint with how fast you pulled your hand away from his.

He leads you out the room and you follow. Walking down the big stone walls he begins speaking.

"Many people want to see you...to see how you've grown."

You knew this would happen gossip spreads quickly here. Even faster then in gotham.

Despite there not being phone everyone knew just about everyone.

And right now you were the person everyone wanted to see.

"Their not just people...their allies who will help in the war." He says his voice still carrying softness. But you got what he was saying. He wanted you to impress them.

He needed you to impress them. This was a test. But you weren't proving yourself to your father like your test before.

No, now you were being tested by the people who are going to be fighting beside you. They need to see what you bring to the table. They need to see you.

Walking through the halls and into the main palace room where all the guest are already in. There's thousands and the big palace walls have no trouble fitting them in.

All eyes are immediately drawn to you. Thousands of eyes are all looking, observing ,and testing you.

You swallow and the pit in your stomach returns. Someone could've warned you but your sure they wanted to see how you reacted under pressure. And right now that's exactly what you feel.

Pressure.

A small figure makes it way to your side. And you don't have to look at them to know it's kion. His head is held up and you follow his actions.

You have to stand strong, show them who are.

Kion noticing your distress speaks up. His voice is quiet so just you can hear him.

"You look lovely sister." He says and his voice is firm he truly means what he says.

"Thank you." You say quietly not wanting to be the center of attention.

Everyone's eyes follow your form as you walk slightly behind your father. Because no one can walk before him. He is king after all.

Though everyone is watching and judging how you look how you sound even how you breath no one is looking to see if you okay.

Well except for Kion. Kioms eyes never leave you. And keeps a firm position beside you. Glaring at anyone who even thinks of talking to you.

Of course people want to talk to you. They want to know you. You, Kion ,and your father walk through the crowd of people and onto the podium that your father usually made commands on.

Behind you was his throne. Actually there was three thrones. One for the king. Another for his spouse which would unfortunately be empty now. And one bigger then the next but smaller then the kings. It stood on the right hand side of kings throne. It was yours. The heirs. Always on the kings right hand side.

Though yes the kings wife was important the more important thing was the heir

The one who would carry on the legacies the name. The power.

On your right side was a smaller but nice throne it was specifically for kion. He would be your right hand in your back up.

But by the way he stood by you and looked ready to kill anyone who even dare look at you wrong told you that you wouldn't need a back up.

You were perfectly safe.

Your father.stands in the middle of the podium. And all eyes leave. You and turn to him as he begins speaking.

"Today we welcome back my daughter. The princess." He states boldly. His voice is loud and proud and everyone erupts to claps and cheers.

"Will she be your heir?" A noble man asks and you see Kion roll his eyes at the man's stupidity.

"She is my first born." Your father states calmly but you can tell he's irrated to even be asked that.

"But who's to say she's fit to be queen? We haven't seen her in almost a decade." A loud and very annoying voice says. And though yes you have been gone over a decade you'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"Isn't that lord Khalid?" You quietly ask kion.

Kion nods his focus still on the man. But you can tell kion doesn't like the man either.

"I thought father and him hated eachother...father did take the mans eye out...right?" You ask quietly again.

And agian Kion nods. "They've made peace long ago sister...but their not as close as the once were..." kion whispers back. And this time you nod.

Your father looks at Khalid angrily and Khalid smiles. You knew how close Khalid and your father once were..but your father had accidentally cut his eye out...

You wonder if the one eyed man still hates your father or not. But you aren't looking at Khalid anymore...no your looking for his son.

The lord Khalid has seven sons to be exact but your only looking for one. He was a boy last time you seen him. And he was your dearest friend. Closest friend...

You'd spare together all the time when you were younger but he'd never hurt you even if you had hurt him.

He was kind something that this world didn't like. And you wonder if he still has that same bleeding heart.

You remember the last time you saw him. It was at his mother's funeral. Despite your father's fight you had came to his mother's funeral.

You knew how much he loved his mother. He had gotten his kindness from her.

You remember how he hadn't shed a tear at her funeral. Refusing to look weak infront of others. But you know he only did that cause his father just like yours before didn't tolerate weakness.

But when everyone had left her grave.

And it was just you two by her grave. The rain pouring down on both of you. The harsh rain drenched your clothes and hair he had begun crying.

You had never seen someone cry before. Because here it wasn't tolerated. You yourself had cried before in silence. But you never had to comfort someone.

So you did what you thought was best. You hugged him. It was awkward to you but you knew it meant something to him. He was crying on your shoulder and for while you wonder if it was his tears soaking your close or the rain.

He never let go of the hug and you never pulled away. Eventually the hug did get comfortable but sadness was unbearable.

He kept whisper things to you. Pleading with you. 'Please wake her up.' 'Tell her to wake up.' 'why won't she wake up?' He'd whisper in a heartbroken tone.

He'd repeat those words over and over and you truly did wish you could wake up his mother but you couldn't. So you held him tighter.

After that day you didn't see him. You had left shortly after. And you wish you had a better last memory of your friend but you don't. So you look around past Khalid to see if you can spot your old friend.

But you don't. There's far to many people crowed in this place. You sigh and continue watching your father talk to the stupid lord.

"You dare question my judgment?" Your father says strongly stepping forward challenging Khalid.

Khalid smirks and you know he's getting the reaction he wants.

"I do not doubt you king. I doubt your daughter. But please let her show us what she is capable of?" Khalid says smiling like he's already won. And for you a moment you feel suffocated in your big kimono.

A challenge. You hated challenges. You lost very few in your time but still you hated them.

"My daughter has nothing to prove to anyone." Your father says firmly dismissing the idea. But Khalid continues to push.

"Very well then king let it be known that the heir is nothing but a pretty face with no strength." Khalid says and you can hear the quiet gasp in the crowd your father and brother are both very angry.

How dare he insult you like that?

With a sharp scoff and narrow eyes your father agrees. "Very well then pick your challenger." He says and he doesn't spare you a glance.

Does he trust you that much to win? Or does he not care about your opinion?

Kion steps forward putting a hand on your arm and slightly pushing you behind him.

"I'll fight on my sister's behalf." Kion says his voice firm and you can tell your father is silently telling him to stand down. But kion doesn't stand down.

"That's not the agreement boy." Khalid says mockingly.

"To hell with the agreement!" Kion says glaring at the man and at your father.

"Do you just let your son speak for you king? Maybe his mother's absence has left him without manners." Khalid says and kions eyes widen.

And your eyes narrow. How dare he disrespect your brother?

This time you step forward pushing Kion behind you and shielding him from the stupidest men you've ever seen.

"Pick your challenger and I'll cut out his eye ,just like my father did to you."

Now your words are like daggers to the crowd no one expected that kind of response but your father smirks beside you.

"Very well then I'll be honored for the princesses to fight one of my sons. I'll give her the greatest fighter. Azrael." He says and no one even tries to hold back their gasps not even you.

Your sure everyone is gasping because Azrael is such a good fighter...but your gasping because you don't want to fight your old friend...

You see Azrael for the first time as he steps up beside his father. And gods you don't remember him being this beautiful.

He's taller then you now and you can tell he's strong. Jet black hair like his fathers but his hair is shoulder length but just short enough not to cover his eyes.

His eyes are the same brown as his mother's...

Scars litter his beautiful skin adding texture.

And memories of the battles he's won. Big muscle adorn his body and a beautiful face jawline.....

'Get a hold of yourself.' You say mentally. Shaking your head and trying to focus you see that Azrael is looking at you taking you in now.

Probably looking for weaknesses. Or maybe he still thought of you as a friend?

No, you highly doubt that. Your sure that after his mother's death his father had turned him cold. But one could always hope right...?

Once a friend now an alliance. Or enemy?

Your not sure but you know this fight will determine that.

"Your daughter has your mouth my king. Let's hope she has your skills as well." Khalid says and you only glare at him and your father scoffs.

"Prepare the arena." Your father says to the guards.

Why did you have such a big mouth? You think to yourself. No, you had to step up. You couldn't just let him talk to your brother like that...

You feel the arms of your maids who stand behind you pull you off the podium and away from everyone to prepare you for the fight.

"You shouldn't have spoken up princess." Loyce says her voice cold but you can tell she's worried. She was always the one who bandaged you up after fight..and she hated it every time.

"I had to stand my ground loyce. Plus this will be a way to prove myself. " You say dismissively.

"Azrael has beaten many warriors in his time...Raiden included." Loyce says as she continues to dress you into more suitable clothes for a fight.

Raiden? No one has ever beaten Raiden before....

You stay quiet trying to not worry.

Once dressed your maids rush to the arena. A place you know very well. Your father and Kion are waiting for you right infront of the door that leads to the entrance of the big arena.

Your father steps up putting a hand on your shoulder. "You've got this. If I see he'll hurt you I'll call the fight. No pressure." Your father says softly. He truly did trust you huh? No pressure he says but you know how much pressure there truly is.

Even your maids are shocked by his words. He's never excepted defeat especially from his children.

Your father walks off leaving you with Kion.

"You should've let me fight him." Kion says his voice loud and angry. He didn't want you fighting and that was clear.

"I'll be fine brother." You state as you reach over to hug him. He sighs and nods hugging you back.

"Go for throat. Show no mercy." He whispers in your ear before pulling away and following where your father had went.

Pushing the big wooden doors you step into the arena. The crowd already busting with excitement for the fight.

Everyone wanted to see you in action.

"Give them a show." Loyce says just as you pass the doors.

Walking into the middle of the big arena. You see Azrael on the opposite side.

Your father sits on his big chair in the crowd of the arena and Kions stands beside him.

On the other side of the arena is Khalid and his other six sons all screaming and cheering for Azrael.

"Chose your weapons." The announcer says loudly.

All the crows watches you as you go to the big table that carries almost every kind of weapon there is.

You think for a moment not knowing which to pick.

Katakanas are the fastest. A sword the most noble and common.

But your choice was already clear....chains.

Chains with shape edges on the daggers at the ends...just like your father's.

The crowd erupts into cheer and smiles as you pick your weapon.

Looking at hit father he shoots you a proud nod.

Azrael had chosen a sword. Noble.

Your bow to your father as Azrael bows to him.

And the fight begins.

Locking eyes with the boy who you once called a friend you try and read him. But you can't.

And that's when you know. Your fucked.

But he isn't necessarily looking at you with hate either...he looks....nervous?

His hands tighten around the sword he's holding and swallows hard..... he doesn't know what to do...he steps forward but he doesn't want to hurt you...

'So maybe...maybe I'll just tire her out...yeah! I'll tire her out and her father will call the fight off.' He thinks to himself.

And by you looking at the boy he doesn't look like the man who could defeat someone as great as Raiden.

'Why the hell isn't she attacking first? I'll guess I have to make the first move...' He thinks to himself as he steps forward.

He's quick to attack his sword drawing closer to your arm. 'Why go for my arm?' You think to yourself. All fighters usually go for the head it's more lethal..

You dodge his attack with ease. Throwing the chain dagger at him and he dismissively hits your dagger away with his sword.

'Okay so I'm a little rusty.' You think sighing as you pull your chain back in.

He goes low trying to sweep your feet. But your quick to jump back avoiding his leg and throwing a kick of your own only for him to catch your leg.

'Well shit.' You think to yourself.

His first thought is simple. 'Break it' that's usually what he would've done to anyone else...but your not anyone else.

You use your other leg to jump and kick his chest and he let's go of your leg.

The crowd cheers out your names waiting to see the outcome of the fight.

After about half an hour of fighting. And both of you with scraps well more like Azrael with cuts and scraps. You speak up.

"Stop holding back." You hiss just loud enough for him to hear.

He's dodging your attacks and your getting very impatient.

"As you wish princess." Azrael says and hearing his voice is magical.... his voice has long lost the baby tone it used to have.

It's deeper and more firm....it suits him perfectly.

With a quick move he successfully pushes you to the ground cutting your arm in the process. It wasn't even a deep cut.

But he felt horrible.

In his seconds of shock you quickly turn the tables pinning him beneath you instead. It took him by surprise not every seeing someone with such skills.

The crowd once agian full of excitement and yelling as you put your dagger to his neck.

'Cut his throat.' They all say. Everyone's at the edge of their seat waiting to see what you'll do.

But your waiting for Khalid to call the fight.

You need Khalid to call the fight... you can't lose this fight but you also won't kill Azrael to win.

Looking up to see Khalid he watches. You with wide eyes almost daring you to cut his throat.

You can't stand his arrogance. So you do exactly what you told him you'd do.

You hold the dagger over Azrael eye it's a threat and the last one you'll give before you do it.

You look up once more but Khalid is as prideful as ever. You hesitate you don't want to do it...but a quiet voice whispers in your ear.

"Do it." Azrael says as he close his eye allowing you to make your cut. To hurt him.

And you don't know who's more stupid you or Azrael.

But without a second thought you do it.

He hisses in pain as you end the cut right above his cheek.

Blood covers your hand and the crowd cheers. And you hold the dagger to his throat agian. But this time Khalid actually listen to your threat.

'The lord Khalid has yielded!' The announcer screams.

Pull the dagger away from his throat and standing up realization finally hits.

You...... you were going to kill him.

Your breathings heavy and your vision seems to be getting blurry.

Your eyes are on your hands and hoe their cover with blood....Azrael would've never hurt you like this...

You can't even look at Azrael or anyone to focused on the blood on your hands. Last time there was this much blood on your hands you had killed the joker....

Memories of everything you had done from you finding jason in jokers warehouse almost dead to killing the joker...to now what you just did....

Your vision is still blurry and your breathing had gotten worse and your eyes are still focused and your blood stained hands that you don't even hear the announcer say.

"Princess Hasashi wins! Flawless victory!"

Deep heavy foot steps can be heard throughout the temple which cause Kung Lao to walk to the sound of the steps.

No one has been in the temple recently due to the upcoming war between scorpion and sub-zero.

So Kung Lao walks hesitatently but confidently towards the steps.

But his greeted to the sight of his old friend....

"Well if it isn't the greatest warrior to ever live." Kung Loa says his voice still holding that familiar warmth that it used to hold years ago.

And your grandfather smiles seeing his old companion.

"I thought you he'd left us all behind." Kung Lao says still smiling.

"I could never leave me home...." Your grandfather states. But he leaves pit the part 'without my granddaughter.'

"I'm assuming you need something?"

"Indeed I do..." Your grandfather says nodding while the other batfamily members take in the beautiful of the temple their ancient walls holding stories and tells.

They party had lasted almost all night but you had went to your room straight after the fight. Your father seeing you in your worried state had sent you there.

Loyce and the other two maids had cleaned your new scar and given you a bath and finally you didn't feel all the pressure...but you did feel alot of guilt.

"You fought well princess." Loyce whispers in your ear her voice gentle and kind which is honestly shocking.

"That was a one-sided fight. Azrael wasn't even trying." You say as you sigh and loyce continues doing your hair.

"Well you taught him not to ever underestimate you agian." Loyce says.

'No I taught him I was ruthless' Is what you wanted to say but you didn't.

Because you know that you had to be ruthless here.... you couldn't afford to show weakness.

Laying in your bed in silence the only noise was from the small noises you could hear from the party.

It wasn't peaceful silence. No, the silence was almost mocking. You didn't dare and try to fall asleep because you just knew yoir have nightmares.

You hated them. The nightmares the were almost scarier then the real thing. Always so much more intense. Always so real.

Breaking you out of your thoughts is footsteps walking down the hall and towards your room.

Your ears strain on instinct trying to see who it is. And it doesn't take you long before you know.

"Sister?" Kion whispers from behind the door incase your still sleeping.

"Come in" You say. Not sitting up or bothering to look at him. He opens the door and without hesitation sits beside you on your bed.

Your on your back looking up at him and he doesn't look as scary now. He doesn't look like a prince.

His hair is no longer tied into his signature bun making his feature softer and he actually looks like a kid.....

You don't even have to say ask him why he's here because you know. He's worried.

"Can I touch?" Kion whispers almost like if he spoke to loud it would hurt you. He points to your arm the one that Azrael had cut. It's slightly bandaged but it doesn't even hurt anymore so you nod.

His fingers gently run over the bandage careful not to hurt you.

"Does it hurt?" He questions worry sketched on his face.

"No....it doesn't hurt." You say your voice quiet. To quiet for Kions liking.

"Sister.....are scared of the war?" He questions as if he's there to comfort you but you know that he's really the one who needs comfort.

"Fear is a natural emotion, brother.....it's alright to be afraid." You say your voice no longer quiet but soft.

Kion lays down beside you resting his head on your chest. He's seeking comfort...he's seeking your comfort.

And you hold him right back. Holding Kion was diffrent from Holding Jason.

Usually it had felt like you held jason for your own comfort. But you held Kion to comfort him.

You speak up breaking the silence.

"Death doesn't scare me anymore ,brother." You say your voice no louder then a whisper but the words you say sting Kion right in the heart.

"Neither do I fear my own Death sister....but I fear yours." He says his voice almost breaking. And your heart stings at his words.

He was scared...of you dying?

Usually the younger sibling would want the older one to die so that they could inherit the throne. But you suppose Kion is no regular brother.

You don't know what to say but you don't have time to say anything before kions speaks up.

"Don't leave me sister....please." His voice is so pleading almost exactly how Jason's was the night you left.

"I never will brother...not even death can take me from you.." You say your voice so kind and it brings Kion relief instantly.

"Thank you ,sister."

But his relief is short lived before he feels regret.

"I'm sorry sister...." He says his voice cracking agian but he doesn't move his head away from your chest to look at you.

You look down at him puzzled what was he apologizing for?

"Why are you sorry?" You question confused.

"I shouldn't have brought you here...this place doesn't deserve you..." He says his voice quiet and filled with tiredness and you know that he's just seconds from passing out.

And with him in your arms you don't worry about the nightmares anymore....

To you this mightve been a bit normal considering how you used to hold jason....but to kion this was...everything.

He felt safe and warm in your arms. He felt protected......

You still hear his last whisper before he falls into complete bliss.

"And neither do I...."

Authors note: Hey guys sorry if this feels a bit rushed I've also been working on a couple of other series! So thanks for your patiences!

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[multiversediaries]

at last

bucky barnes x reader

summary: after months apart, bucky finally came home.

warnings: soft!!!!!! soft buck!

masterlist

“y/n? i’m back." you heard someone say loudly. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. you lived alone, well, sometimes. you were james barnes' wife. you had met him a long time ago, you were always there for him, and he was deadly in love with you. he cared so deeply about you. if something were to happen to you, he'd lose his mind. which is why he decided to hide your marriage, to keep you out of danger's way. you walked towards your front door, wondering who it was. your eyes light up as you saw your husband standing in front of you.

"hey, doll." bucky said smiling, genuinely smiling, as he took you into his strong arms. behind him, were the avengers, all of them. they were currently in a mission, that was supposed to take a while, which was the reason you were so surprised to see your husband back at your shared house.

"what's happening?" you heard tony say, confused at the sight of you two. you giggled a bit, pulling away from your hug. bucky smiled at you, taking in how gorgeous you looked. he wrapped his hand around your waist.

"i'm sorry i didn't let you know in advance, but we needed a place where we couldn't be tracked." bucky said, his voice as soft as always. you noticed the confused faces whilst your husband spoke to you as he has always done, soft and incredibly sweetly. you nodded, softly humming in response, a big smile planted on your lips, understanding him.

"alright, robocop, spill. where are we and who's the lovely woman?" tony asked, making your cheeks flush softly. you heard bucky sigh. you rubbed his back gently.

"she's bucky's wife, tony." steve said, gaining your attention. you smiled at him, he chuckled at you. "it's nice to see you again, y/n." he said, leaning over to hug you. you instantly hugged him back, squeezing him gently. steve was present at your wedding. you couldn't help but smile at tony's reaction. everyone always reacted the same way about your marriage to james. it sometimes made your heart ache. because how could so many people think that he's unloveable?

"wife?" natasha spoke in surprise, as you looked at her. you knew nat. you were a widow. you escaped a few years after she did. you gave her a hug as well, glad to see she was doing well. "you didn't tell me you got married. i must admit, my feelings are hurt." she sad, pouting, you laughed.

"it was my idea. i just- i didn't want her in any danger." bucky said, as you looked back up at your husband. you smiled at him, his hand tracing circles on your skin. natasha nodded.

"well, come inside." you said softly, walking into your living room, everyone following behind you. they all took seats around your couch. you walked up to your bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit, as you saw some of them were injured.

"everything alright?" you said gently, as you sat across from tony, who had a few cuts on his face. bucky stood by the door frame, as he watched you.

"it just got complicated." steve said, sighing. you nodded, not wanting to intrude. you began cleaning tony's wounds, earning a few hisses from him. you tried to be as gentle as possible.

"i'm sorry, i just don't get it." tony said, breaking the silence, looking at you. you tilted your head in confusion, as you applied a band aid on his small cut. "how can someone like you be married to him?" he asked cockily. you laughed a bit at his words. you knew tony and bucky were not in a good place, after all, the winter soldier was responsible for his parents' deaths. but that wasn't bucky's fault.

"because you only know the winter soldier, but i know james barnes." you simply said, moving onto clint's injuries. bucky couldn't help but smile at your words. that was something he loved about you, how unashamed you were to love him. even after everything he had done, you wouldn't leave his side. he felt so undeserving of you.

after cleaning all of their wounds, you prepared some food for them. you wanted to help as much as you could, and it just felt so nice to have people around. you didn't have many friends apart from bucky, steve and natasha. you smiled as you watched the avengers dine, talking over their mission as you cleaned the dishes. you felt someone's hand wrap around you. you smiled, almost instantly.

"i missed you, darling." bucky said, planting a sweet kiss to your neck. you smiled widely, turning around to face him. you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging his body close to yours.

"i missed you even more, barnes. have you been doing alright?" you asked softly, your hands now laying in his cheeks, caressing his gorgeous features. you had spent so much time apart from him. almost three months apart. you felt empty without your other half. he nodded, kissing your forehead.

"i'm okay. i just want to be here with you." he said softly. your hands ran to now caress his back, as you looked up at bucky.

"i know, baby. but they need you. and honestly, you need them too." you said, leaning up to kiss his jaw. he nodded, before planting a sweet peck to your lips. he walked back towards your dining table, and continued the conversation about their mission.

it was very late at night already. all of the guys were resting. you had a lot of empty rooms, so you were able to offer a room to every single one of them. you wanted them to be comfortable, after everything they had gone through lately. you yawned softly as you waited for bucky on your shared bed. he walked out of the bathroom, drying his wet hair on a towel. you smiled at him, you couldn't believe he was back. he sat by the end on the bed and just looked at you. you smiled at him, before standing up, to help him off his prosthetic arm.

"it's alright, doll. maybe i should keep it on." he said, staring up at you as you stood right in front of him. you placed both your hands on his face.

"you're home, buck. you're safe." you said lightly, earning a shaky breath to leave his mouth. he wrapped his arms around your hips, hugging you. your hands ran to his soft hair, before planting a sweet kiss on his head.

"for the first time in a while, i was scared, y/n." you heard bucky say, you listened to his every word, as you played with his hair. "i was terrified of not coming back to you." he said, his arms tightening around you, earning a frown from you.

"james.." you said softly, trying your hardest to find his eyes. he was scared, you could tell. you wonder what had happened to have him this shaken up.

"it's just so much worse than we thought.. i'm not sure we'll be able to do something about it." he said, now looking up to meet your gorgeous eyes. you sighed softly.

"you'll be okay, my love. you will all be okay." you said, as you felt his hands pulling you even closer to him, as if he needed to feel you close. "i don't know the extent of what's happening, but i do know one thing. you guys are the earth's mightest heroes. it's alright to have doubts, but don't let them control you. you may not know what to do right now, but you will soon enough." you said, one of your hands running to his check to caress his beautiful face. "we all need a break sometimes. take this time to rest, and reflect. and a solution will come to you. but for now, rest, baby." you finished. he sighed and nodded. you always knew what to say.

"gosh, doll. i have missed you so much. being apart from you is torture." he said, now letting go of your waist. you smiled widely, kissing him lovingly, before helping him take off his arm. you placed it on the case and walked back to him, you placed a kiss to his shoulder, climbing back to bed once again.

bucky followed you to bed, laying his head on your chest. your hand ran to his hair, your fingers getting lost into his brown hair. bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you as close as he possible could. you placed small kisses to his head and forehead, as your gentle giant fell asleep peacefully in your arms.

at last. he was home.

[drdemonprince]

im really envious of u. I like reading your writing and the stories you tell about sex and stuff and it sounds like u have a lot of fun. I don’t no if I will ever be able to live like that. im autistic and very inhibited is probably the best word. I find it hard to meet new people and go new places. a few times I have gone to local munches but been too introverted to say anything to people and I just sit there feeling self conscious and silly. they have been really nice. but I haven’t made any friends or anything. I feel like I need someone to take me under their wing kinda and give me an in. It seems like I’d really enjoy it a lot but don’t no how to make my way in. I don’t feel confident enough to just use apps and hook up. especially as im so new to it all and dont no what im doing really. I’ve read what you say about going to the social gatherings and stuff but what if im too shy to say anything? I don’t no how to be more uninhibited but I feel like that’s what I need.

please keep in mind that I was not doing any of this shit until I was like 32 years old. up until then I was in only a handful of relationships, mostly ones I had stumbled into through no agency of my own, and I had never really lived out any of my kinky desires. hell I had barely even gone out to a club or a concert or anything on my own, certainly not very often, let alone a sex club or something like that. I had to practice socializing on my own terms, and trying new things alone and scared and finding what was valuable in them despite those feelings a lot. like many many years a lot.

I didn't really venture out into the gay bath house or any of the cruising bars until I had a partner who was interested in taking me to them. that provided me with an in and an emotionally safe anchor with which to explore. I am also indebted to friends who showed me around places like steamworks and explained to me the nonverbals of cruising, which I then went ahead and put in my own cruising guide.

to this day I still have a much better time at events like puppy play night when I go with some homies and can spend some time joking around with them and using their support to help meet people before eventually breaking off and wandering into a back room to get laid. I still routinely have nights where I will go out on my own and do very little but sip from my drink and stand around awkwardly for four hours, maybe dance a bit, and go home.

cruising is an exercise in patience. you are never guaranteed any particular outcome or experience. you work with what nature gives you, and you learn to find some appreciation in simply being there and bearing witness. 9 times out of 10 you get turned down or there just isn't a spark. happens on the apps too.

shooting your shot and getting turned down is a successful consent negotiation. everybody has done everything correctly and it ended the only way that it should have. there's nothing to do but dust yourself off, not take it as some dramatic declaration of your life worth, and go at it again.

I recommend visiting cruising spaces with a friend. and just going purely for voyeuristic and anthropological reasons the first couple times. The only way you become a person who can do this stuff is by doing it, a fuck ton of times. message a lot of people. Go to a lot of events.

at some point you have to find the very act of going to be motivating and enjoyable in some way. thankfully I am fascinated by humans, enjoy dancing, like having a little drink or an edible and wandering around, and treat it all as very valuable writing fodder. you have to find what set of motivations work for you. because it's not about instant success or gratification ever. It is always a lot of waiting and watching and wondering what the night is going to bring, and making peace that often it will bring nothing at all except for being alive amongst others.

keep at it though. start really small. I am so glad that I got to this point, because yeah my life is really interesting and sexually gratifying and fun. but it also is entire weekends of just standing around nursing a drink and doing nothing and looking like an NPC. happens to the best of us

[dailypokemoncrochet]

It's really nice that there are so many people out there cheering me on. I've got some personal hangups that make me constantly minimize the value of plushies and little trinkets, and inadvertently myself and my accomplishments because of that, so it's genuinely nice to read comments and compliments about me and my crochet pokemon. The full range of a wordless like/reblog to a one word comment "cool" to incoherent wailing in the tags, and just the knowledge that somewhere out there someone probably had a kind thought about me even though they don't know me helps me feel a little better about my lot in life.

[vinylfoxbooks]

February 15 - Barty Crouch Jr. | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 1,096 Final Part of Healer Apprentice James Part 1 | Part 2

James knows that they’re getting weird looks. People understand Sirius being here, he’s Regulus’ brother after all and their relationship has been greatly improving since they both agreed to come stay with James instead of their parents. However, James and Regulus are much more under wraps, so there’s many looks being sent their way -- understandably, the ‘Golden Boy’ of Gryffindor wearing a Slytherin tie and standing on the Slytherin side of the bleachers right next to Sirius, Pandora, Marlene, and Evan cheering on their friends and partners. 

It’s also how James is one of the first people to make it down to the field the second that Regulus goes down, their friends right after them. It’s how James is the first person not on a broom to make it to his fallen body, especially since Poppy is still up in the infirmary. 

Barty, who touched down next to Regulus just moments before James got to him, pushes their captain away and puts up a fight against him -- he’s understandably, trying to get James away from his seeker, but neither Barty nor James care. The others take to making a space around them to get the rest of the teams and anyone else that may have rushed forward away. 

James just focuses on keeping him stable, on checking over him, making sure his pulse is still there and his breathing is even before starting on the more in depth searches, pulling out their wand and doing scanning spells. They barely register when McGonagall and Slughorn get to them and are let in by their friends. 

McGonagall hunches down on the ground next to the two, putting her hand on James’ shoulder, “Talk to me, what’s going on with him.” 

James mindlessly prattles off what they’ve discovered so far to her, doing another spell to keep him stable in case Regulus’ body decides to give out. They barely register the terms falling from their lips, but they know that the woman is keeping up with it -- you can’t be married to the very person that taught James all of these terms for so long and not know how to keep up with it. 

McGonagall nods, “Alright, you, Mister Crouch, and Mister Black take him up to the medical wing. Your friends can go with you, I’ll deal with everything here. You’re dismissed, James.” James nods, thanks the woman, and calls for Barty and Sirius. The two come rushing over and help James pick their boyfriend up. The three of them make their way to the infirmary, Dorcas, Pandora, and Evan making a blockade around the three. James hands Regulus off to Barty while they go to prep a bed and Sirius goes to grab Poppy -- this looks like more than James is going to be able to do, let alone by themself. 

The woman comes rushing in, telling everyone but James to leave and give them space. Reluctantly, the group does so -- James thinks they hear something about Sirius going to get Remus and be back -- while the healer and her apprentice get to work on doing what they can to help Regulus. 

“It’s a good thing you’re a fan of quidditch.” Poppy says once they’re sure that Regulus is stable. James sits on the bed next to his head, watching his face, “I don’t tend to like those games and having you down there to jump in and do what you did today will be a great help and worry off my back.” She laughs gently, her crow’s feet wrinkling at the motion, “Perhaps I should take on apprentices more often.” 

James smiles at her, the dread they had been feeling slowly ebbing from their chest now that they’re sure he’s stable and they know what they can do to check on him at any point, “I’m sure it would be nice.” 

Poppy stands up and puts a hand on their shoulder like she tends to do, “He’ll be okay. Have faith in your capabilities.” And with that, she walks out of the area, going to do something else. Their friends fill into the small area soon after that, bombarding James with questions about how Regulus is doing. They reassure the group, saying that he’s stable and going to be asleep for a while but they’re monitoring him. They’re informed that Remus and Pandora -- the most rational of the group currently -- went to go see the aftermath of the attack, because they all know that this wasn’t an accident, but will be back soon. 

Sirius is the last person to leave after a while, though he seems about starving, so James tells him to go ahead, perhaps even bring up some food for his friend and brother and reassuring him that they’ll be there when Regulus wakes up, no matter their duties with the other patients in the infirmary. Sirius nods reluctantly, whispering, “I’m glad he has you to take care of him.” And walking away. 

Regulus wakes up not long after that, just as James is finishing up with their rounds and has sat back down on the bed, “Sorry, did I wake you?” They reach out to run their hands through his hair, hopefully helping him come back to reality, “How are you feeling?” 

“Like shit.” Regulus grumbles quietly, moving to sit up. 

James stops him, “I’m sorry, love, but you can’t sit up right now.” They laugh gently at his groan, “I know, I know, but it’s just going to make the injury worse. I can get you another pain draught if you want.” Regulus nods and they stand to grab one that he’s allowed to take right now, handing it off to him. He drinks it gratefully, asking about what happened. James fills him in, running their hands through his hair and along his face. 

“Thank you, Jamie.” Regulus hums, his eyes growing lidded again. James smiles at him and is going to tell him to get more rest, but then Sirius is coming in with some food for them, Barty and Evan in tow, and James is moving to help him sit up in a way that isn’t going to disturb his healing and running another screening spell to assure their friends that he’s doing fine. 

James, unfortunately has to leave him to sleep in their own dorm, but they promise to him that they’ll check on him bright and early, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, “I’m glad you’re okay.” 

“I’m glad I have you to take care of me.” 

They smile at him gently, “Always and forever.”

[marsian-tango]

Yandere Cowboy

Ah, the countryside…

It’s such a contrast to the messy and hectic scenery of your city—flickering lights from the streets, which shine manages to cover the inside of your bedroom, even with the curtains on; loud voices that echo against the quiet of the neighborhood at night; the constant fear of getting robbed while you’re walking home from the grocery store, or at the bus station, or while you’re taking a nice stroll in the park.

You chose to live in the city. It inspired you at the time. It made you feel like a complete star, living in a cosmopolitan environment, breathing the air filled with potential and dreams, sending new chapters and drafts to your editorial almost everyday. You wanted this, so why does it seem so annoying now?

Maybe it’s because you drank a little bit too much tonight, but the idea of leaving your entire life behind and starting again doesn’t seem so bad all of the sudden…

Imagine. A pretty farm, lots of animals, creating a new routine, meeting new people, expanding your horizons. It’s perfect! Plus, you can still do your job, this shouldn’t be an impediment. In fact, this is gonna get you the inspiration that you’ve been lacking lately!

Oh, a whole new life waiting ahead of you. The intoxicating calmness and the pretty landscapes are bound to make you feel right at home. You just know it.

It’s been two months since you arrived at this place. The Campbell farm. You’ve gotten pretty used to the whole country life—if you may say so yourself.

You walk through the farm after eating breakfast, heading to the barn like you usually do. Waving and cooing at the animals that you passed by, making sure to bathe in praise every cute animal that you see.

You take in the morning sight, the one that always takes your breath away, no matter how many times you see it. It remains just as beautiful every single time you look at it.

Lush green plains covering the landscape, as well as fields with different kinds of vegetables and cereals, and a few small creeks here and there that seem to shine in an ethereal glow when the sunlight hits it. The breeze caresses your face softly, bringing the faint smell of mud with it. It’s all just like the stories you always read, or the Hallmark movies you sometimes watch—the ones you take a guilty pleasure from.

It’s all a new routine, different from the one you had in the city. Wake up at 7:44—even if the Campbell ladies scold you for ‘waking up late’; collect the eggs from the chicken coop; make yourself breakfast; clean the chicken coop; feed the animals—except the cows, they may look cute and soft, but they haven’t warmed up to you yet; and lastly, find Flynn to see if he needs any help.

Ah, right. Flynn.

“Hey! How’s it goin’, sweetheart?” A deep voice resonates in the old barn, pulling a knowing smile from your face.

“Nothing much.” You say dismissively. “How are you? Anything I can help you with?”

Flynn Bennet. The golden boy of these lands. Son of a well respected landowner, who passed away when he was just a kid. Popular amongst the other landowners for his helpful nature and charming presence—and that’s exactly why he’s here, helping out at the Campbell’s farm out of the goodness of his heart.

“Oh, I’m doin’ just fine on my own, sweetheart.” He says as he lifts a square bale and puts it amongst others in a corner. He steps towards you, standing in front of you. “But I actually have some business in town, wanna come with?”  Your face lights up at his offer and you nod eagerly.

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer as you two start walking to his truck. “Mhm, knew you’d agree.”

Ever since you got here, you’ve felt a sense of comfort every time Flynn’s around. He’s your only friend here apart from the owners of the farm after all. He’s just such a country sweetheart, and you don’t want to stereotype him…but he’s a living stereotype himself! He’s a true gentleman. He’s helpful, caring, respectful, handsome. You like being around him, and—in all honesty—who doesn’t?

He always seems to appear out of nowhere when you need him the most, or when you’re coincidentally looking for him. He’s just always so within reach. Every time you have a problem—as minuscule as it may be—he’s there. Like when the bathroom door got stuck after you came out of the shower, or when your curiosity got the best of you and you tried to hand feed the cows, or that time when you thought it’d be cool to ride a horse—without really knowing how to ride a horse. 

But that’s only what you perceive, isn’t it?

You don’t notice his lingering gaze tracing every curve of your body when you’re not looking. You don’t notice the way his polite smile seems to tense—like it always does when he’s lying—when he says that the Campbell’s asked him to do the laundry for them, but he only ever picks up your clothes. You don’t notice the heavy breathing coming from your wardrobe when you’re about to go to sleep.

To you, he’s your knight in shining armor, ready to help you whenever you need. But to the omniscient presence following your story? Well…it’s complicated.

“I don’t wanna sound like a jerk, but both look the same to me.” You deadpan, shrugging at him.

Flynn rolls his eyes. “C’mon, darlin’! They’re two completely different colors—oh, whatever. Just tell me which one you like best.” He slightly lifts the two hangers with the shirts, so you can see them better. The only aspect that helps you tell them apart is an almost imperceptible shade difference. You don’t seem to be a very helpful shopping-buddy.

Before you can give your answer, a sudden voice startles both of you.

“Well, look who we have here, if it ain’t the Golden Boy himself!” You turn your head to look at the stranger, which makes him drift his gaze to you. A smirk stretches across the stranger’s face before he acknowledges your presence. “And…a cute lil’ angel too.”

“Ah…” You laugh awkwardly, unaware of the hard glare Flynn was giving the man. “Uhm, you guys know each other?”

Flynn huffs under his breath as he sets the shirts he was holding on a nearby table. He hates being interrupted, and he especially despises being interrupted while he’s spending time with you. Don’t people know that intrusions like these are impolite? Ugh! He just wishes he could bang this guy’s head against the wall over, and over, and over, and—

“Boy, do we know each other, huh, Bennie?” The man chuckles, patting Flynn’s shoulder with a bit too much force, but Flynn’s broad body doesn’t flinch. “We’re like cousins, we went to school together!”

Flynn lets out a sigh, clenching his fist in exasperation until his knuckles turn white. “Yeah, good to see you, Harvey, but we’re actually a lil’ busy here—”

“Oh, don’t kick me out like this! I still need to get to know this lil’ sugarcube right here…” His eyes slowly wander down your body, his tongue running along his lower lip as he does so.

Your eyes widen slightly in response to his overwhelming—and kind of off putting—attention, making you turn to Flynn for support. His features soften as his gaze collides with yours, and he gives you a reassuring smile.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, Harvey,” You say politely, but unenthusiastically. “But Flynn’s right, we were actually about to leave, so…” You lie, feigning an apologetic look.

“Oh, well that’s quite alright! You see, I can tell you’re not from ‘round here, and I’ve heard that the Campbell’s got a little guest on their farm,” Harvey takes a step closer to you, invading your space, and making you back away until your back touches the wall behind you. “You don’t happen to be said guest, do ya’? Cause if you are, then I could—you know—drop by and…pay you a lil’ visit.” He smirks at you, and you grimace.

Next thing you know, Flynn’s pulling you to his chest, away from Harvey. You welcome his comforting touch with open arms, letting him hold you against him, and ignoring how tight his grip is on you. You pretend not to notice the sharp tension hanging in the air, and you also pretend not to notice how the man’s face turns from arrogance to something close to fear.

“We’ll be on our way now, Harvs. It was…nice seeing you.” His voice sounds just as easy going as it always does, but there’s something in the way he says it. Something…fake. Restrained. Controlled. As if he was holding back from saying something entirely different.

You two leave the shop without sparing him a single glance. Flynn’s grip on your arm remains tight, he seems to have forgotten to let go, but you don’t dare remind him. You’ve never seen him act like this, and it unnerves you.

You get in his truck, sitting in the passenger's seat, and he buckles your seatbelt for you before turning the car. Even in a state of wrath, he remains a gentleman.

The ride back to the farm is quiet, disturbingly so. You choose to leave him be and let him cool off instead of questioning his behavior—no matter how intrigued you are. Throughout the whole journey home, you stay in your head, daydreaming about everything and anything.

And while you wonder if the cupcake that you left in the fridge disappeared, was stolen, or you simply ate it and don’t remember—Flynn is scheming.

Lost in his head, his mind going 100 miles per hour, he plans how he’ll punish that bastard for shamelessly harassing you in front of him. He plans how he’ll make that vermin pay for even attempting to woo you. He plans where he’ll hide the body. He plans if he’ll even leave a body.

He’ll gauge his eyes. He’ll skin him alive. He’ll chop off every limb of his body. He’ll make sure to give him a slow and agonizingly painful death.

Flynn Bennet has never killed anyone. Why would he? He’s the Golden Boy after all, the knight in shining armor, the prince charming. But now that he has you. Lovely, sweet, innocent, god-sent you. What is he supposed to do?! Let that parasite…live? NO!

C’mon! ‘Sugarcube’? CREEP ALERT!

Someone as precious as you shouldn't have to deal with morons like that.

He needs to protect you! You’re from the city, you don’t know how disgusting these people can be—how nauseating they are! They’ll try to take advantage of your naivety and hurt you!

Not him though. He’s the exception, he’s the only one you can trust.

Sure—he may or may not sniff your dirty clothes until he falls asleep, and he may or may not watch you while you change…and sleep…and shower…and just overall exist—but that’s just a bad habit! He’ll quit once you become his, he swears!

He will take great care of you. The second you become his, you’ll never have to worry ever again.

He’ll take care of everything, so don’t worry about a thing. He’ll make sure to romance you how it’s supposed to, like a true gentleman. Trust him. His mother and older sister have taught him how to treat a darling like you.

So, just you wait. You just keep writing your stories, playing with the animals, getting to know yourself. He’ll take care of the rest.

After all, what better way to live the country life than with a cowboy by your side?

I did it! I finally did it! I finished what i was supposed to finish a month ago! Are you guys proud of me? I know you're not, you must be heavily disappointed, especially the person who requested this. I'm sorry. But I did it, at last, the prophecy has been fulfilled and I can finally write whatever I want guiltless... I know it's not very good nor very long, but at least it's here (Which is the bare minimum, I'm sorry) I love you all, I hope everyone is having a good day or night. Remember to point out any mistakes that you see. Ps. @c4cyk4 I'm really sorry, my sweet N4N4, I owe you. I shouldn't have taken this long. I love you, don't leave me, wifey <3

[kings-highway]

I’m kinda throwing up writing this because I’ve never done this before but I wanted to say I really really love reading your fics!! (>T~T)>❤️

I also wanted to ask: what are some of your headcannons when it comes to daichi’s home life? Personally I like to think his siblings are all wayyy younger than him, which makes him more of a third parent than an older brother. He laments the fact that he has to be the responsible reliable figure even at home, but he’d never hold it against those little rascals <3 His parents also do their best, but it’s hard splitting your attention 5 ways, and with him being so dependable, they tend to neglect him a little

Anyways, that’s all!! Hope this isn’t too weird or anything haha ;-;

Aaaaaaaa no worries no worries at all <3 I love receiving asks and I love talking about these characters so never feel bad for popping up being so kind :)

and I have a lot of headcanons for the Sawamura family! As a disclaimer, I tend to write whatever is needed for any given storyline, so dont hold me accountable in the future if I dont 100% hold to these lmao

I fully agree with his siblings being substantially younger than him. But personally I also love the idea of making Daichi an unplanned teenage pregnancy, making the parentification of him less a facet of "bad" parenting and more a result of kids who were just not ready for a baby. it also makes his very mature disposition a very nice contrast to the idea that he was a result of teenage mistakes. In this way, his younger siblings were his parents "chosen" kids, the kids they had once they were older and ready for it, and I think they were very good parents. unfortunately they were very good parents after Daichi had already grown up. in this you can push his age from his siblings anywhere from 8-15 years older than them. ((when I write, I try to maintain canon family dynamics unless it'll play a roll in the story, so I often give the age gap at 6 years for realism, because we know he has 4 siblings by 18 and you can only squeeze out so many 9 month pregnancies in so many years lmao.)

so daichi functions as a third parent by default because his parents never really saw him as part of the white-picket-fence planning process, those are the kids that came later. it doesnt mean they dont love him, but a lot of his foundational years, 0-8, were in the care of literally children. (Assuming a teenage pregnancy of like 17) And they just... Couldnt really handle raising a kid and it required him to create a lot of independence and self-soothing skills.

it also doesnt help that I think he takes pride in this. In the future, as an adult, he might have resentment towards his parents but in the timeline of him being in high school I imagine he sees his own role as a point of pride. he is being "mature" and "responsible" and "useful" and so clearly he's being a good person so he likes the roll he has in his family. he doesnt want them to treat him like a kid because kids are work and require effort and energy and cause problems and he is Better Than That. he's got a bit of a martyr complex in that way where he thinks its a good thing he acts and behaves this way.

i also believe 100% in any interpretation that his siblings absolutely, disgustingly, adore him. he might be the third parent but he's definitely their favourite parent. for all the resentment and anger that his parentification will cause in his adult years, for the inevitable divide growing between him and his parents, the emotional neglect, all of it, he is the person that his siblings will idolize as their greatest support. And even if he stops coming around as often and tries to rebuild a life that centres himself rather than other people, they will always think of him as their hero, and want to make him proud and seek his approval far more than they do their real parents.

theres like a million other little headcanons that contradict these ones - Im also especially fond (as anyone who reads my work knows) of the narrative that Daichi's absolutely a daddy's boy in his idolization of his father, and the father-son dynamic is one of my favourite to explore with him. the influence of family dynamics, bloodlines and obligations (real or imagined) is like... My #1 trope for him. i love giving him a larger than life bloodline and instead of everything I just described, making his martyr complex one born of a desperate desire to fill unreasonable large shoes left behind from whatever reason. in equal measure to the emotionally neglectful parents I love me a good "how am I supposed to live up to this?" story.

i could keep talking. im so fond of this stupid fucking man. But I will stop yapping and leave it as that. Thank you so much for the opportunity to ramble on about my main bitch 🤍🤍🤍

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��⋆˙Pile I

Cards pulled: The Hierophant, Three of Swords, The Empress, and Three of Wands Reversed.

So first off, people definitely talk about you. And not in a “meh, they exist” kind of way, but in a you leave an impression kind of way. The Hierophant and The Empress together? That’s Big Presence Energy. People see you as someone who either knows their sht* or at least acts like they do. You might be the one that friends or coworkers refer to when they’re like, “So-and-so always has their life together, why can’t I be like them?” Meanwhile, you’re probably spiralling over what to eat for dinner, but hey, it’s the ✨aura✨ that counts.😂

But listen, the Three of Swords tells me there’s a little drama when it comes to how people talk about you. Some people have this perception that you’ve been through heartbreak, betrayals, but instead of falling apart, you channeled it into an untouchable Empress-level glow-up. The Hierophant also tells me that you have this kind of moral authority vibe. Not in a preachy way (hopefully), but in a “They always know what’s right” kind of way. So, people either admire that or get hella intimidated by it. But then—plot twist—the Three of Wands reversed enters the chat, and this is where the gossip gets interesting. Some people describe you as the person with big potential who’s holding themselves back. It’s like, they see you as someone who could do literally anything, but maybe you second-guess yourself, or you have too many “what ifs” running around your head. Some might even get frustrated for you. It’s that “I wish they’d just GO FOR IT” energy. Are people hyping you up behind your back more than they do to your face? Absolutely. And for some of you, this card combo screams unfinished business. Some folks might be talking about what could have been—with you, with a project, with a friendship, with a relationship. It’s giving ex-friends still lurking on your Instagram stories. The energy here says, “They’re doing so well, but I wonder if they ever think about the past.” Someone out there is still narrating a personal rom-com in their head with you as the lost love interest.

Now, listen. If people are talking about you like this, it means you are memorable as hell. And not in a "Yeah, they were nice, I guess" way, but in a “That person changed my perspective” way. You have a natural presence that sticks with people, but because of that, you attract opinions And let’s be real, the people with the Three of Swords drama? Some of them kinda want to be you. Not saying they hate you, but they definitely resent the way you just keep growing Meanwhile, the Three of Wands reversed folks? They’re the ones saying “Ugh, I wish they’d believe in themselves as much as I do.” They are basically your personal unpaid hype squad (and yet, they won’t say it to your face because the universe loves irony).

People describe you as someone who’s got wisdom, presence, and a little bit of mystery. Some admire you, some feel a way about you, and some are still watching you like you’re the season finale of a show they can’t quit. You live rent-free in people’s minds—sometimes inspiring them, sometimes haunting them, but never being forgotten.

Moral of the story? Keep thriving. Keep proving the hype squad right and the haters miserable.

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✮⋆˙Pile II

Cards Pulled: Three of Cups Reversed, Justice, Three of Pentacles Reversed, and The Hermit Reversed

The energy is so specific I feel like I just eavesdropped on a conversation about you. SO FIRST OF ALL, people DO have opinions about you. And I don’t mean the generic, “Oh yeah, they’re nice” type of opinions. Nah, you spark discussions. You live in people’s minds in a way that makes them randomly remember you while they’re washing dishes like “Ugh, why are they like that?” OR “Damn, I kinda admire them”. It’s that kind of vibe. We also have Justice, meaning that when people talk about you, they often frame it around fairness, consequences, or karma, maybe some of you even have a career in those fields or studying them. Some see you as someone who always gets what they deserve. Others feel like you have a habit of calling people out—even if you don’t say a word, your existence alone makes people feel like they need to hold themselves accountable.

And then, The Three of Cups Reversed and The Three of Pentacles Reversed? Oof. Some people describe you as someone who doesn’t fully “fit in”—not because you’re not social or likable, but because you either choose to keep a distance or people feel like they don’t really get you. There’s an undertone of “they keep to themselves,” You might be in the group but not of the group, if that makes sense. your vibes are giving mysterious, possibly intimidating, but weirdly magnetic. And The Hermit Reversed? This tells me that people don’t actually know what’s going on in your head—but boy, do they try to figure it out. It’s like you have this aura that makes people wonder, “Do they secretly hate us? Are they judging us? Or are they just really introverted and tired?” And listen, this combination SCREAMS that people project onto you. Some folks describe you as someone who’s too detached or too independent, but the ones who say this? They’re usually the ones who struggle with self-sufficiency themselves. Others describe you as too serious, too deep, too different—but those same people probably lowkey admire that you don’t need to be liked by everyone. Look, babe. You give off main character energy but in a cult classic, not a blockbuster. You know those characters people debate about in online forums? The ones that some people worship and others find frustratingly complex? That’s you. You are not someone who fades into the background. People describe you with a mix of intrigue, respect, and mild frustration because you’re not an easy person to label. Some people think you’re too serious, others think you’re too mysterious, but nobody thinks you’re irrelevant.If you ever feel like people don’t understand you, it’s not because you’re unlikeable—it’s because you don’t shrink yourself down to fit into their comfort zone. And honestly? Good. Let them talk. You’ll still be out here thriving in your own lane.

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Cards Pulled: 7 of Pentacles, The Lovers Reversed, 7 of Cups Reversed, and 4 of Cups Reversed.

First things first: people think you’re a hard person to read. It’s like they know you’ve got depth, they know a lot is going on in that brain of yours, but they can’t always tell where your head is at. Some might even say you come off as detached, hard to impress, or selective about who you truly engage with. They think you’re the type of person who doesn’t waste time on meaningless connections- that drives some people crazy. With The Lovers Reversed it’s like its “complicated relationships.” Some people describe you as someone who used to be close with them, but isn’t anymore, or they feel like they almost got to know the real you but never quite cracked the code. It’s like you go through these phases where you’re all in with certain people, and then one day? Poof. You’re just... not as available. You change. You grow. And some people are pressed about it. And let’s talk about the 7 of Cups Reversed, because this is hilarious. You know those people who overanalyze everything? The ones who create entire narratives in their heads about situations that probably weren’t that deep? Yeah, those people love to talk about you. They describe you as someone who has “so many options” in life—whether that’s in friendships, career, or even relationships. People assume you have more going on than you actually do because you don’t overshare. They confuse your privacy for secrecy—which is so funny because half the time, you’re probably just chilling in bed rewatching your comfort show. Now, 4 of Cups Reversed This tells me that people see you as someone who used to hesitate, used to second-guess, but is now moving differently. Maybe you went through a phase where you were unsure of yourself, or people remember you from a time when you weren’t as confident, and now they’re shook by your growth. They describe you as someone who figured out what they want. It’s giving “you snooze, you lose” energy. Some people are even salty that you don’t give them the same access you used to.

Look, dear. You are the one who got away—even platonically. They’re lowkey haunted by their last interaction with you, whether it was a convo that didn’t go as expected or just the fact that you outgrew them while they stayed the same.i can see that You’re just not easily impressed by shallow things. You are not an open book, and that frustrates people. The funniest part? Some of the people who describe you in a weirdly intense way are people you barely think about. People describe you as someone who is hard to pin down, constantly evolving, and deeply introspective. Some admire it. Some are shook by it. A few might even wish they still had access to you the way they once did. You’re not the type of person people forget—even the ones who act like they don’t care? They care. You make an impact without even trying. And that? That’s power.

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[boybandbaby]

The Sweet Escape Part VII

911 AU (Prince!Evan Buckley x Fem!Baker!Reader)

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word count: 2316

warnings/tags: lots of buck tears, parental toxicity, verbal and physical argument, name calling, as always if I miss anything please lmk

note: I’m so sorry for lagging yall imma crunch out the next chapter and hopefully post tomorrow

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One thing you’re not is a liar. Evan was really not in your bakery or in your home at the time of the incident and you’re grateful for that. You’re not sure how he would’ve reacted but you can guarantee it wouldn’t have been good. Plus, you don’t think you’d want to see him like that.

He, on the other hand, wishes he was there. Wishes he was there to defend you and wishes he had the courage to stand up to his parents like you did.

He’s also very very embarrassed that they acted that way towards you and in your place of business, in front of so many people, and on a day where you’re already dealing with so many emotions. He feels like everything is his fault and he’s not sure why you’re being so nice to him.

He knows you guys have surpassed the bickering, non-friends/enemies stage but after this he would’ve expected you to hate his guts. You could never though.

So here he is, standing between your thighs as he holds a bag of peas to your cheek. Every so often he lifts the bag and kisses at the cold skin. His cheeks are stained with sticky tears not only from your recollection of the argument but also from his visit to Daniel’s grave.

Buck doesn’t know why he went there but as he knelt at the grave, he let his tears fall. Tears of sadness from not having his older brother around but also tears of anger for Daniel leaving him. Daniel’s death was long awaited but still surprised him nonetheless.

Buck didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye as he’d been away for school.

Buck wishes he had Daniel here to help him get through this but he knows if Daniel was here he wouldn’t be going through this at all.

“Buck? Hey, come here.” He hears your voice. He feels your hands pull him to your chest. He doesn’t register that he’s crying again until he’s buried in your shoulder and your soaked top clings to his face.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry about everything.” He sobs. “You don’t deserve any of this. It’s all my fault.” It comes out choked and broken.

“Stop, stop.” You whisper into his ear, petting the back of his head. “None of this is your fault, you hear me?”

“How can you say that? I feel like I can’t do anything right.” He looks up at your face.

“Can you take a deep breath for me?” You cup his jaw, thumbing away his tears. He nods, sniffling. “I don’t want you to worry about what happened with your parents okay? I can handle myself. I just want you to focus on you and what you want.”

“What if I don’t know what I want?” His voice is so small.

“I think you do, Evan. You just don’t want to let yourself have the things you want. Things you deserve.” He doesn’t say anything else but you can see him trying to process everything. “You look so handsome today by the way.”

“Do I look like shit every other day?” He quips immediately.

“Of course not.” You laugh. “Look, I’ve got to help Albert out front. He’s been doing everything today. Go up to my room, get some sleep and we’ll figure everything out together okay?”

“You’ll join me after?” He shyly asks.

“Duh. Now go get some rest okay?” With a peck to his lips, he’s running upstairs.

When you go upstairs just over an hour later, you find your grandma and Buck cooking dinner in the kitchen.

“What is this? You,” you point at your grandma, “are supposed to be on bed rest. “And you,” you cross your arms and glare at Buck, “you’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“We got hungry.” Buck shrugs, nonchalantly.

“I’ll cook, both of you sit please.” You sigh.

“Babe, we’ve got this.” Buck ushers you to sit down, pulling out a chair for you. “You’ve had just as much of a rough day as we did.”

“Fine, fine. I’m going to shower and change. Please shout for me if you need me.” You smile at him. You give your grandma a kiss on the cheek and squeeze Buck’s hips.

“So, you and my granddaughter are an item now?” She wiggles her brows.

Buck laughs nervously. He scratches the back of his neck and nods. “I would say so.”

“Good.” She stirs the pot of soup. “Will you be staying with us?”

“Oh… I- no ma’am. I wouldn’t want to impose. I’m going to figure everything out tonight.”

“Stay for the night. Worry about everything tomorrow.” She smiles.

“I couldn’t really-“

“Evan, please don’t be difficult.” She points to the cabinet and then the bowls once he opens it up. Buck brings three out and sets them on the counter.

“Thank you.” Buck says earnestly. “I’m sorry about everything.” About today’s event, about his family, about the loss of her daughter, your mother.

“Don’t.” She shakes her head. “It’s okay. Now help me carry these to the table, and grab that loaf over there.”

Buck grins and helps your grandma set the table before pulling her chair out for her. He asks where to find cups and pours three drinks for a pitcher in the fridge. “Just take good care of her, Evan.”

“I will ma’am. You have my word.” He takes a seat.

When you appear, you’re fresh faced and squeaky clean. Buck jumps up from his chair with a bright face. “Hi, you look pretty.” He whispers as he holds his hands out. You grab his hands, aware of your grandma’s prying eyes.

Buck guides you to a chair and caresses your neck, then along your shoulder as he moves to his seat. He wants to kiss you so bad but knows it’s not appropriate right now.

“What have you two been talking about?” You grab a napkin and place it on your lap.

“Not much.” Buck looks to your grandma.

“Actually, Evan here was telling me that you’re dating.” She smirks. Buck chokes on his water.

“Is that so?” You giggle. “He has yet to ask me.”

“In time.” He winks at you.

“Okay you two, I’m going to get ready for bed. Be on your best behavior. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, grandma.” You smile.

“Thank you for dinner.” Buck stands to offer her an arm and walk her to her room. She pats his bicep before retreating to the room.

“Oh, you can sleep in the same bed but the door has to be open.” She calls out.

Buck’s cheeks redden and you drop your face onto the table with a thud.

As tired as you both are, you hardly sleep. You’re both too excited to be in each other’s arms that you don’t get a wink of rest. Your bodies and brains are exhausted but you’re savoring this moment together.

You have no clue what’s going to happen moving forward. You still have doubts that Buck will cave in and go back home to get married. Buck has no clue what his next steps are but he knows he has to start somewhere. He figures he can rely on the people he trusts to most to guide him in the right direction.

In the morning, after many sleepy kisses, he tags along with Albert to conduct the daily delivery. He figures this is the best way to sneak back into the palace without being stopped by guards. If he can just talk to Bobby and get some guidance, the knot in his stomach can unravel a bit.

It really doesn’t take much for him to get in which should alarm him but he figures it’s not his problem anymore. Albert goes in first and gives him the all clear that it’s safe to come inside.

“Well, look who it is. Our runaway groom.” Bobby raises his brows, lips in a small, teasing grin.

“Hey…” He chuckles.

“You’re bold to come back, Buck but I’m glad to see you.” Bobby brings Buck in for a hug.

“Thanks, Bobby. I’m sorry about yesterday. I hope I didn’t get Athena into too much trouble.”

“Nothing she can’t handle.” He smiles. “You hungry?” Buck shakes his head. Bobby already has a knowing look on his face.“How’s y/n doing?”

“Better than yesterday.” He cringes. “If I don’t see her today, tell Athena thank you for coming to y/n’s aid.”

“Will do.” Bobby smiles and nods his head behind Buck. Buck spins so quick he gets dizzy.

“Maddie!” Buck gasps and rushes to her, enveloping her in a hug.

“I’m so glad to see you.” She immediately breathes a sigh of relief. “Let’s go somewhere private.”

Maddie sneaks Buck into his room. She waits for him as he showers and changes out of his wedding attire and into something more relaxed.

“Thanks for this. I really needed to get out of those clothes.” He rubs his hair with a towel before beginning to pack a bag of clothes. “Think you can sneak me back out?”

“You’re leaving already?” She stands.

“Well, I can’t stay here. I just came to get some clothes and money.”

“What are your plans? Where will you stay?”

“Y/n and her grandma are letting me stay until I get on my feet. I’ll help out around the bakery until I get a job.”

“So that’s it?”

“What do you want me to say Maddie? What do you want me to do?” He zips the zipper a bit too aggressively.

“Talk to them.” She pleads.

“For what? They don’t listen anyways. I told them I didn’t want to marry June and they didn’t listen. They pushed me to this point and now they have to live with it.”

“Please Buck, don’t leave like this.” She places a hand on his bag.

“I have nothing to say to them. I’ve decided to live my life the way I want to. Look, we’ll stay in touch. You know where I’ll be.” He gently holds her shoulders. “I love you but I’ve got to go.”

“I love you too. If you’re happy, then I’m happy.” She wipes her eyes. They’re too caught up in their moment to hear the door open.

“Evan?” Margaret cautiously calls out.

“Fuck…” he groans.

“Where have you been?” Her voice comes out sweet and concerned.

“That’s none of your concern anymore.” He grabs a hold of his bag.

“You’ve embarrassed us for the last time.” Phillip stands tall behind her.

“See Maddie? This is exactly why I didn’t want to talk to them.”

“Talk?! Evan, you don’t talk about things, you runaway.” Phillip steps to the side and in front of Margaret.

“I wouldn’t have to run away if you acted like parents and took into account what I want for my life.”

“God,” Phillip groans. “It’s always me me me with you. Your brother was never this selfish.”

“Dad-“ Maddie starts, stepping between them.

“It’s fine. You both think you’re stellar parents when in reality you never should’ve had kids. You hear me but you don’t listen to me. I’m asking you to listen.” Buck steps forward.

“We don’t listen because you don’t say anything of substance.” Phillip spits. Maddie holds her hands up, pushing both of them apart.

“You’re so insufferable! It honestly amazes me. I didn’t come here to beg for forgiveness or to argue with you.” Buck pulls Maddie’s hand from his chest, dropping it softly.

“Then why are you here, Evan?” Margaret pipes up, voice shaking with fear and something else that Buck can’t decipher.

“You can disown me if you want but I’m 25. I’m old enough to make my own choices and I’m deciding to not be king. If that means not being part of your family, then so be it.”

“And what are you going to do, huh? You’re going to run off with that… that gutter rat?” Phillip yells.

Buck sees red and his ears ring. He can feel his blood boiling before he’s shoving Phillip against the closest wall. Buck’s fists ball up the front of his dads’s vest and he’s lifting him just barely off the ground. The tips of Phillip’s shoes graze the floor as his feet dangle. Maddie is lucky enough to move out of the way.

“Stop! Stop!” Margaret cries as she hold onto Maddie’s arm.

“Buck, don’t!” Maddie screams. “Go get Eddie!” She shoves her mom towards the door. Margaret doesn’t stop to question as she bolts out of the room.

“Don’t ever,” he barks, “ever talk about her like that again. She’s a better person than you’ll ever be.” He whispers the last part, voice dropping with venom.

“You’re going to end up in the streets, Evan. Why would you want to leave us? You could have everything you ever want!”

Eddie’s rushing into the room with Chimney and Bobby behind him. Their faces full of concern as they pry Buck off of him. Hen rushes in to unfortunately check on Phillip.

“I don’t want any of this.” He looks around the room. “Don’t you get that?” Buck struggles to move against the three pairs of hands holding him back.

“You’re making a big mistake.” Phillip rubs the back of his skull as he is guided to sit down. “You’ll be back, Evan.”

“Well, don’t wait up for me.” He sasses, turning to leave. Bobby and Eddie are hot on his trail as Chimney stays with Maddie.

“You can stay with me.” Eddie offers. “We’ll help you through this.”

“Don’t worry Buck, we’ve got you.” Bobby pulls him in for a hug.

ANNOUNCEMENT

Evan Buckley hereby declares his irrevocable determination to renounce from the throne including any future descendants. This abdication takes place effectively immediately.

Phillip and Margaret Buckley wish their son the best in his future endeavors. King Phillip will continue as King until further notice.

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[ray935sworld]

Two birthdays (Marcmarc)

Chapter 1: Vale

Normally, Bez would already be drunk. It was close to midnight. Dinner got replaced by shots and games about 2 hours ago. Normally he'd be the one chanting and being a bad influence on everyone around him to drink too.

But not today.

It had been a nice day. An amazing day. They had celebrated Vale's birthday on the ranch. The number 46 was now 46 himself and they celebrated it accordingly.

Racing, bikes, all of the academy at the ranch, in his hair, annoying and poking at him, just like it has been for years. He only laughed it off when they called him old, close to 50. In the break, Vale played with his daughters, took a few laps around the ranch with his oldest and left the boy to their games.

They had cake in the afternoon and then helped prepare dinner. It felt domestic like a big family. Many people that were dear to the younger Italian were there.

It was a cozy evening and Bez didn't want to miss it for anything in the world. They sat together, shared stories and laughter. They made jokes and played old games that Vale had taught them. It felt like one of those days that somehow lasted forever and were over in the blink of an eye.

There were many people. Bez didn't know most of them but with the various stages of drunk they were in, it was lots of fun anyway.

Marco smiled as he looked around. Pecco and Luca were pretty drunk, pecco's head in Lucas lap while they were arguing over something ridiculous. Cele was almost completly out after he got challenged to shots by some of Vale's old friends. They had clearly won. Franky and Migno were god knows where doing things Bez refused to think further about.

He was the only one of the gang that wasn't as drunk as the rest. He did had some drinks, it was impossible not to. But he managed to avoid most black out drunk tries. After all he had to behave now to not be humiliated the next day.

He had already started to wonder when it was publicly accepted to leave and he had set his mind to 1am. Latest. Maybe more midnight

But as always, Vale had different plans. He manged to keep him there, asking question where he had to go, why he had to leave so early. And he wanted to lie and tell him that Aprilla wanted him in the factory the next day. But his idiot ass of course had spilled that he got the week off. One last total break before the season started.

"Come on, you're not running off!" Vale slurred. "You're not even as drunk as I thought you'd be. I bet on you falling asleep on track!" "That was one time!" he laughed, still in a side hug with his mentor.

"Still! Why I drunk you not?" "I'm drunk!" he tried. And he was drunk. A little bit. He could feel the alcohol making him even more talkative as normal but he had to keep his mouth shut or he'd say thing he'd regret.

"No!!!! So-!" he asked with the drunk version of his teachers gaze that demanded answers. "A girl." he stated. "NOOO. Wait. It's you. Bez. No. No girl. You.... A boy?" "You're drunk Vale" "NOT an answer! Answer! Answer! Answer!" he demanded while pooking him in the side.

"I- It's nothing really." "Then stay! If you don't have a date tomorrow stay! Get drunk! I didn't pay for all that alc for you to stay sober! Hell even Maro is drunk!" and that always means a lot considering the Honda rider barely drunk enough so it was noticeable that he was drunk.

That's how it went whenever Bez tried to leave. Every time he just mentioned calling himself a cap to get home - very much to the lack of understanding from Vale who was still trying to get Bez to just sleep at the ranch like most of the academy - Vale argued to stay.

And normally Bez would have agreed. He would have gotten drunk, sung weird songs with Cele and encourage Luca to drunkly tell him his newest one piece theory after complaining about whatever reason he disliked the newest arc. He and Pecco would annoy Franky just to get chased away by Migno for cockblocking him. He would probably sooner or later get super emotional and hug Vale while crying

He still remembered Vale's 40th birthday on which drunk Bez had the genius idea to tell him how sad he was that Vale was old and would die soon. It took months until the constant jokes had died down and still it was a welcome running gag for them.

Normally Bez would either end up sleeping in a corner no sober person would think of as an accepted bed replacement. Or someone, most of the time Uccio, had managed to get him in his bed which he would then leave to join the cuddle pool that had started to form. Most of the time either in pecco's or Luca's room.

Normally he wouldn't even think about leaving early or taking a taxi.

But now he did. Now he had to. Because now he had a flight to catch that no one knew about. He couldn't stay on the ranch and miss his flight. That would be a desaster.

In the end it was almost 3am on the 17th when he manged to leave. He sighed when he looked at his watch. He knew he had bought this onto himself. He couldn't have just sneaked away but he thought it was cruel to leave without saying goodbye. And Vale was finally tired enough that he just mumbled a goodnight back at him.

His flight was in 3 hours. He needed at least 1 hours to get through security and as a safety puffer, around 1.5 hours to take a long shower, wash his hair - thanks to Cele throwing glitter all over his hair, not that he though he'd be able to get it all out - dry it, change and then drive to the airport. It'd take around 20mins to get home and another 20 to get to the airport.

Perfect. The 3 hours were basically gone.

He just had to sleep in the plane so he wouldn't be completly humiliated by being overtired and exhausted once Roser picked him up at the airport in Barcelona to get Marc, who had no idea about all of this, the first birthday surprise of the day.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Hiya! I've seen your AU!yuus and they're really cool and got me thinking of AUs.

One that's been on my mind is Law&Order!Yuu or Grey's Anatomy!Yuu, I don't know if you know these shows, but the shit they go through is just almost nerve-wracking. Especially the characters on the show such as Olivia Benson and Meredith Grey. They've been through so much and gone through so much shit yet they still continue their job to help people 🥲 So, I just imagine when they come to TWST, they're an adult and they're experienced with trauma, they know how to fight and use a gun, or they know how to use an operated table and treat fatal injuries no matter how bloody it is. Everyday is basically their job just like back in their world, helping people, having more near death experience, while sometimes getting a slap in the face. And for their friends and the overblot gang? There have been many betrayals throughout the gameplay. So for Yuu, I think they'd be a bit more on edge, having trouble to trust. And for getting home? They're tired of Crowley's empty promises, as everyday they're tempted to use tactics from their old job.

Also, another idea I had is if Law&Order!Yuu had a bomb dog back in their world, they would probably teach Grim to be a bomb cat. 💣

I barely watched law and order and do not care for Grey's anatomy (except the book that has been a godsend for my studies). But it did get me thinking of a House MD Yuu. Especially cause magical world = more magical bullshit

Yuu who is the nurse in the school but also doctor in training and Crowley is like, "Good enough. We don't need any more medical personnel" (Yuu is yet again overworked). But what Crowley doesn't know is the amount of medical malpractice and warcrimes being committed because everyone only hears praises

Vil drops off a student like "he's losing brain mass by the day. We have no idea what this is."

Mob student: Hoo boy. I can't wait to go play Overwatch after this

"I have a diagnosis Vil."

Even normal Sage islander people come in for Yuu because they're so good at finding out what's wrong with them. Many occasions of them breaking into houses to figure out more context for stuff. They come back to the doctors office like "were gonna test for STDs I caught your wife cheating"

"Yeah idk what's wrong with me. The doctors say I don't have anything. They tested me and said the tests came back negative." "Actually they're all positive, they just think you don't have it cause you're a woman and theyre less likely to be diagnosed. I'm writing you a prescription and putting this on the record so you can sue your doctor."

Doesn't know a lick of magic or have any context for potionology yet picks it up so fast and had the highest grade in the school for it (Riddle is seething.) Knows an insane amount of magical remedies/diseases despite being from another world just because they skimmed a kids picture book of sicknesses.

Even reads them in other classes.

Crewel lecturing them on standard medical procedure

"OK but did they die?'

"No–"

"So what's the problem?"

"Yuu it is illegal!"

"If I complied to HIPPA, they would've died"

Knows when patients are bullshitting. That one scene where House picks up a cup of piss and drinks it and is like "real nice of you to pour apple juice into this to fake a diagnosis. Now, give us your real sample."

"I tasted the patients blood from the sample. His hemocrit is off. Doesn't have the same flavor, right Lilia" "Hmm yes I agree. So glad to see a youngster practicing old school medicine. They don't let anyone taste the samples anymore..."

"So the patient has had magic acid poured on him and there's no cure? What if... more acid?" It works

"They have been cursed to only wake up by true loves kiss" "mmm no watch this." And Yuu takes out Grim, smears a bit of tuna on the patients lips and lets Grim lick it. Patient wakes up cause it was "true loves kiss" technically.

"Oh no. I must be cursed with ugliness" "ma'am you're cursed with a lack of self-confidence. You are one of the most beautiful people I've seen. Comparison is what is making you think like this. Here. This is the potion of reality I made. Drink it and see what you really look like"

"I have a bad case of stripes..." "Eat Lima Beans."

"Dr. Yu I can't get bottom surgery cause of most potions and surgeries are too dangerous for me." "Here try this I made– disregard that it says Penis Explosion Potion. I just thought it was funny. Works like a charm"

A woman comes in. "I feel like I get so anxious around other girls and—" "I diagnosis you with homosexual but stable"

Kalim gets poisoned one day and is rushed to Yuu and Yuus like "don't worry Jamil, I got this!" It's the strongest, most rare poisons with a 101% perfect death rate with a 1% margin of error. "I know just what to do Jamil stay in the waiting room" "no I have to stay here." "Fine just stay out the way."

Jamil is freaking out at all the odd thing Yuu is hooking Kalim up to and injecting him with before straight up doing a surgery. Everytime Jamil protests it's "do you want him to die?! Quiet!!" The poor man is almost ripping his face off as he watches Yuu mix and pour 18 potions into Kalims stomach and swirls them around which is definitely not legal. Yet Kalims heart rate is stable and he recovers better than ever! Wow not only is he immune to that now but his white blood cells have grown stronger! There's not even a scar!

"I didn't know you were a surgeon Yuu."

"I'm not."

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam at first didn't understand why this Lilith person didn't come with them, but once she said they don't live together it made sense.

Lucifer took Adam to his home, it was a nice penthouse in the city. Adam looked around in wonder, he's never seen so many things like this.

Lucifer: Well, this is my home.

He tried to also tell him that in his language and hoped he got the gist. When Adam sat down on the couch he was surprised by how soft it was.

Lucifer made them dinner since he figured Adam was probably starving only eating an apple in a thousand years. Lucifer showed him the guest room that he could have to sleep in.

Adam looked at the photos on the walls, there were ones of Lucifer and some people Adam hadn't met. One of a girl who looked just like him. Daughter maybe?

Lucifer: Okay, so I should probably order some flash cards to help you learn English.

Adam tilted his head, this English that Lucifer spoke sounded like a mixture of many languages. But Lucifer's deep voice made it sound very pleasing to his ears even if he couldn't understand.

Lucifer showed him his books on ancient and modern day Egypt. Adam pointed out his home.

Lucifer: It's gone. Uhh hold on.....

He pulled up the app to find the words.

Lucifer: Gone.

Adam: Gone?

Lucifer nodded solemnly, he showed Adam a world map where Egypt was and where they were now.

Adam couldn't believe he made it over an ocean.

Looking out the view from the balcony of this.... New York City? It was very different from looking out on the vast desert that was his kingdom. And when night fell he was in awe of all the pretty lights.

I know we have many but I have an idea!

Archeologist Lucifer x Prince of Egypt Adam

Adam was preserved in amber when Lucifer found him in Egypt and brought him back to New York where he breaks out of it due to the change in atmosphere.

Lucifer then has to take care of him and teach him about modern day culture and how to adjust.

Yes! I love this! Poor Adam has no idea what the fuck is going on lol

And honestly, neither does Lucifer.

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Lucifer watches as his team pulls up a huge chunk of what seems to be amber.

Lucifer: How... is this even possible...?

Alastor: Professor, shall we take a sample?

Lucifer nods: Good idea, Al. Get sampling. And come get me if anything interesting happens.

Five hours later-

Alastor: Sir?

Lucifer sighs: This better be good, Al. I'm busy talking to my most darling daughter! Look, she's doing a science fair project on me! Isn't she sweet?

Alastor: ...There's a man in the amber.

Lucifer: ...What?

Alastor: A man... what uh... what should we do?

Lucifer beamed, this was surely the find of the century!

Lucifer: Take a sample, man! Drill into the material and take a dna sample! Then, get it loaded- carefully- on the back of the truck, were heading home!

Alastor: ...This is such a bad idea...

[fumifooms]

Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.

His grey hairs are so earned

[covertblizzard]

jaykyle au where they're theatre kids in the same school but they're not the actors jason's the scriptwriter/director and kyle is the prop manager (i don't know the official terms sorry) and they'd probably do an amazing job on the backstage setting if they could stop arguing for 5 whole seconds about their artistic visions and ideas and how "this would obviously work better this way"

[skunkes]

that "i wish that being aware of a mindset being ridiculous would make it easier to snap out of it" post hitting hard every single day