#cuz like after you get past the tie scene

[killerandhealerqueen]

Episodes written: 17/37

[lostdrarryfics]

lostdrarryfics monthly roundup! February 2024

Below you will find the requests we could not locate in the month of February. Please let us know if you recognize any!

You can also browse our lengthy lost fic masterlist, where we have compiled every request we have been unable to find over the past few years. We're always hoping someone will recognize a fic so we can let the asker know what it was!

1. looking for a fic that came out maybe between 2003-2009 on fanfiction.net. In it, Sirius and Remus are alive and dating, and they are Harry’s gay godfathers. They might give Harry a makeover. Harry and Draco fall in love, and I think that they’re still at school. Lucius and Voldemort are dating at Malfoy Manor and one of them has a thing for purses. Lucius swishes his hair a lot.

2. fic on ao3. It was a pre war drarry. Draco-centric where he befriended harry. I think it was time travel fix it, but im not very sure. Lucius and draco are arguing about Draco’s behavior and lucius smacks draco in the face. his ring cuts dracos cheek and he bleeds. Both him, narcissa, and draco are shocked over this since its not like lucius to hit draco. Narcissa yells at lucius and then tries to talk with draco in his room. Im pretty sure draco ran off to 12 grimmauld place after that and sirius and harry where there when he arrived. I think he arrives at hogwarts train with a bandage in his face. pretty sure draco was the one to get sirius out of Azkaban early

Found! 3. I read this fic a pretty long time ago, at least 5 years and I've been looking everywhere for it but can't find it. I think it was on ao3, eighth year, where Harry gets turned into a kid (around 7years maybe? Definitely under 10) and McGonagle makes Draco take care of him. Harry has big scars on his back from the Dursleys and they cause him to have seizures (? Or something like spasms maybe that are painful) fic is not The Dragon and The Golden Baby by jolly_love

Found! 4. looking for a fic I read in the past couple months on Ao3 where Harry has a menial job at Gringotts as a form of repayment. He knows his goblin co-workers pretty well but he’s not allowed to do any important work. He and Draco are tasked with opening a box that hold’s a witch’s will and the key turns out be a pendant his goblin boss is wearing and it’s revealed that he and the witch had a relationship. It was not part of a larger series and it was probably under 15k words. fic is not Reparations by Lomonaaeren

5. it’s years post war and Harry has been an auror abroad. I think maybe France? But he comes back for a case and is surprised to be working with Draco. Then he learns Draco is friends with all his friends, especially Luna and Neville. There’s a scene where Luna asks him to model for her cuz her model dropped out last min and Harry loses his mind over the photo the next day.

6. slowburn drarry fic! unfortunately all I remember is that Draco had been sorted into a house other than Slytherin, and Hermione often helped him with his anxiety being around crowds

7. Draco asked harry what would happen if the aurors come to take him to Azkaban for the use of his wand, and Harry answers that he would kill them all and them do it with Draco right there, I know that harry was morally grey but not dark harry

Found! 8. It’s an eventual Tom/Draco/Harry story. Good dark side. Harry ends up kidnapped/captive and they realise he is abused and start taking care of him. He is kept in a hotel in France I think. Dumbledore gets him back and uses a ritual to turn him into a puppet. Ginny and hermione support this. Ron eventually regrets and helps Draco let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. They reverse the ritual on Harry. Dark side wins.

Found! 9. I don’t know which year, but it’s one of the fanfictions where Harry is the Heir to like 8 different families, and Narcissa teaches him etiquette. The thing that is stuck in my head is that he uses a special knot for his tie, which represents all the families. I think he was actually introduced to the Wizengamot and voting on stuff, but I might mix that up with other similar fanfictions. fic is not Birth of the Serpent King by Keira Marcos

10. post-war fic I read on Ao3 probably in 2021 or 2022. All I remember is that Harry accidentally travels through time and wants to again (for Draco obvs) but Hermione says even his small trip caused big changes and now there's this thing called Brexit.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday - Friday, April 4 - 5 - PART TWO

(Buffy gives final instructions.) SPIKE: Well, not exactly the St. Crispin's Day speech, was it? GILES: We few... (Giles goes past Spike as Spike gathers up the bag of weapons.) GILES: ...we happy few. SPIKE: We band of buggered.

~~The Gift~~

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about season 4? by ngbp

I just finished watching Season 4 and wanted to say what I thought about it by UNimAginAtiveuseRn

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Why did Willow Rosenberg’s boyfriend just growl at me. by sunnydale-high-school-rumors

Look I totally thought that Scott Hope was just being a bitter ex... by sunnydale-high-school-rumors

dude I swear I keep seeing buffy summers hanging out with some guy in the graveyard by sunnydale-high-school-rumors

[Faith texts Buffy] by scooby-group-texts

Screw it, let's do this... Riley ship opinions, pt. 1, M/F edition by riley-summers

it's so crucial to take the show's tone into account... [giles x anya] by once-more-with-tabula-rasa

i love that buffy and riley's breakup feels like an argument... by joodeegemstone

Ask answered: what was your first fandom? [praise for BTVS fandom] by hils79

Me, when all you asked was what time it was, for the fifth time that day: no you don’t get it— they’re the chosen two. [Buffy x Faith] by fictiongods

As an alcoholic in recovery this scene speaks to me. [Spike] by desicat-writer

Do we see anybody that we knew as a human turned into a vampire after The Harsh Light of Day? [Harmony] by coraniaid

i think people fem spike up cuz of his body type- but based on character... [Angelus] by captain-peroxid3

Imagine, if you will, that you hate someone so much that you want to violently kill them [Spike] by breezybeej

I think Harmony knows that she is a vampire but I don't think she knows what a vampire is. by breezybeej

there are obviously a lot of intended parallels in season 2 between buffy and drusilla by bloomfish

charles gunn, my most beautiful sunshine man, described like this... by bloomfish

... the most relatable character on Buffy? updated by various

What If: Xander Went To College? updated by various

Buffy, Giles and Spike updated by various

Would Faith have threatened to kill Dawn? by Itchy_Initiative6180

Why couldn't Anya "officially, magically" hurt Xander after getting her powers back? by smileliketheradio

Spike/Buffy in season seven: a huge cop out from the writers by SafiraAshai

What to watch after Buffy & Angel? by alwaysleepingg

the Scoobs have always been against Buffy having a proper romance... by zarif_chow

What was the controversy regarding Buffy’s comments to the first slayer? by Scopeburger

Favorite villian/s on the show by kittycat6434

Cordelia the Bad Decision Slayer [and what Cordelia would do if she never left Sunnydale] by Comfortable-Sun6571

I've just started a Buffy rematch... there were signs of Evil Willow as early on as Episode 2's The Harvest by Hotch91

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ok i need to get this off my chest abt totk's dungeon soundtracks this isnt necessarily a criticism but just a... idk man its confusing hang on

ok. totk's dungeon themes. theyre good im not going to lie they arent my favorite of the series but totk did deliver some good dungeon themes. what i'm confused about is the choice to use the champion's and divine beast's leitmotifs in the dungeons, like using daruks theme and bits of rudania's theme for the fire temple. that's the first that comes to mind cuz thats the one i like best but i think it was especially noticeable to me for the wind temple, the water temple's theme has some similar instrumentation and some very similar sounding phrases and when i see comments or people talking abt the dungeon themes it is very common to see people talk about the champion and divine beast leitmotifs being used.

and like. fine it sounds nice there is an emotional connection there if you have played botw but like. why are their fucking leitmotifs in totk's dungeon themes???

if you give a character or something a leitmotif, then that little string of notes represents that character or location or concept. usage of that leitmotif is therefore intrinsically tied to that character or whatever. this worked out with zelda's theme throughout the series, esp in totk when it's given the instrumentation of the dragon's themes, so that musical phrase at that moment basically says 'zelda, but a dragon' and like. yknow. leitmotif that literally represents something.

i believe the wind temple's theme incorporates some of rito villages theme, and in turn rito village having the same melody as dragon roost island makes sense, that's effectively a motif meant to represent the rito, like the reoccurring zora's domain and goron city motifs throughout the series, or hyrule castle. when characters have themes in past zelda games that play at different times, it means something about the character being referenced. midna's lament using midna's theme to show that this scene is about midna, she is in danger. fi's different themes playing when she is the center of attention or her leitmotif referenced in botw/totk when she literally makes subtle cameos. linebeck's theme only every plays in scenes where he has some sort of big moment or in the final boss theme because it's only fair that the final boss theme include the motif that represents him because he is the final boss. groose's theme shows up various times in his little scenes (and i believe there might be hints of it in later imprisoned themes?? i'd have to check but it would make sense since he's helping)

so... if you reuse a leitmotif that is tied to something, then reasonably that means that the context in which it's being reused is somehow related to or concerning what that leitmotif represents.

but... daruk's theme and some bits reminiscent of rudania's theme play in the fire temple's theme. reasonably, i would hear this and be like, ah, so this has something to do with daruk, or the divine beast? the usage of his character leitmotif suggests that he is related to this somehow. thats... usually the point of using a character leitmotif like was done in the fire temple's theme!

and yet the champions and divine beasts are not so much as referenced in totk's stories, and you can't even try to the point of their themes being used due to the new sages being relatives, because tulin is not related to revali- he doesn't even get the great eagle bow until after the dungeon, and still no reference to revali is made when he gets it.

so then... why are we referencing botw's champions if they do not matter? why not use the sage's leitmotifs in the dungeon themes instead? the dungeons are much more related to the new sages, and it would allow players to become more familiar to that leitmotif, and would further tie the experience to that dungeon with its related sage, instead of tying it to dead characters that mean jack shit to the story of totk.

it's just really weird that they use motifs from the champions and divine beasts, since that won't click for people who didn't play botw, and it just calls back to stuff not important to totk anyways. the divine beasts have literally no relation to the dungeons, the champions are barely even relevant to the world in totk. i get that the leitmotifs were used as like... maybe some sort of extra pre-existing racial connection motifs, but... use the sage's themes? don't use leitmotifs that have absolutely nothing to do with this game or it's story? sure it sounds nice but the meaning behind those leitmotifs make no actual sense in this new context, unless you're trying to suggest that they actually have a different meaning than being the motifs of the characters and locations that were originally what they were used for.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

i feel so called out by the commuter student who can't drive bc even though i can my anxiety refuses to let me drive on the highways 🙃

Let the all kill begin, just to condense things (and reduce the post spam lmfao I'll put screenshots here AHAHA

Anyway no yeah, Rose, like I be telling everyone if you're not going to live on campus you have to get your license because I mean it when I say you almost can't do shit without it esp cuz clubs meet after classes end. Like, I couldn't actually drive to uni until I was in my junior year and even then since I was new I feared for my life that first year!

Honestly a slight TMI but I remember at the time when my parents told me that I was in middle school. My best friend at the time just came out as bisexual and our parents were close, so her parents would tell mine that they were hoping it was just a phase (it wasn't) and also at that time I think anti-lgbtqia+ tensions were so high where we lived so when my mom told me that, of course, at the time I felt so betrayed by her because she had various family members in the community. But looking back at it in hindsight, I get it. If I was her, I don't know how I'd protect my young child, who was barely entering her teens, from a society that already hated who she was because she was a racial minority.

When I finally came out to my mom like a few months ago she straight up told me she wasn't surprised because of my fashion choices LMFAO Converse, Skinny Jeans, and Flannels (so many of them)

NO BECAUSE LIKE one of the things I was going for was to accentuate OC's relationship with Somi by making her relationship with her parents so tense. Everyone talks about car ride convos, but the tension between OC and her dad in that scene was my attempt at some narrative to kinda sorta ostracize her from her parents. And true to life, I can't tell my dad anything LMFAO

You think you know them and suddenly you find out the Mitochondria isn't just the powerhouse of the freaking cell

Me getting blackout drunk and/or fucking railed at parties while my parents tell everyone how studious I am 🤩

do as i say and not as i do

NO CUZ I WATCHED TOY STORY AND SUDDENLY I COULDN'T GIVE UP ANY OF MY TOYS toy story 3 fucked me up fr fr

ALSO NO DONT APOLOGIZE I LOVE INBOX SPAM speaking of you dropped a few things while i was gone i should go binge those soon 👀

Dude NO studying gets done in those rooms my most vivid memory was me explaining how tf dp works to my friends who both (a) asked and (b) didn't get the concept for some reason-

Then we trauma dump about past relationships it's perfect-

NO REST FOR THE WICKED DFJSHDFJHDF like just call them exams at that point. They're not a midterm if they're multiple of them 😭

I used to say fucking anything to get my motivation up before the exam HAAHAHAHA

It's true, the trauma bonding really helps too

Had to tie it in somehow. Another TMI but I gave mine away recently, I had like this weird manic depressive episode so I buried it in a box we were going to send off to GoodWill. Not to be dramatic, but it hurt looking at it.

You're welcome, love, I sobbed too-

But fr though I meant it when I say I went through a ride writing this fic, and there's just so much more that we did together, me and the girl I based this off of, that I left out that I almost feel like how I wrote her here didn't do her justice. But like, it's fine. (me crying at god awful hours in the morning)

[radiken]

Crushed Olive Branch Typology Post

For those who don't know, Crushed Olive Branch is a story by @calronhunt which you can read here @crushedolivebranch ! I'm gonna be making a typology post about it, specifically finding their MBTI (using cognitive functions), enneagram/tritype (not instinctual variants cuz I'm not very good with them LoL), Alignment, Big 5, Psychosophy, and Temperament. I will only be going in depth for MBTI, Enneagram, Alignment, and Psychosophy since Temperament in big 5 and kinda easy to figure out the reasoning for yourself

Starting off with MBTI, originally I was gonna put them all in one text post but after seeing how long Theron's got I'm gonna break them up LMAO

STARTING WITH

Theron:

First off, I would say he's an I//J. Being an introvert is kind of obvious, he internalizes everything and keeps his thoughts to himself, preferring to retreat into his mind to come to conclusions. He only blurts his opinions out when he feels forced to (eg the confession scene) and highly prefers to think than take action (not including when it comes to actual fights or action scenes, but we don't get his thought process during those, so it's hard to take those into account :P)

Now what's NOT as obvious is the fact he's irrational, I think he's more irrational because he percieves first. An introverted percieving type is someone who sees and thinks before making sense of it logically or moralizing it, while an introverted judging functions would see things through a lense of logic or morality before percieiving the real meaning. I think this shows in Theron, since he doesn't really have a concrete set of morals, he listens to others and doesn't really think for himself, preferring to listen to others and internalize that to be the "correct" thing.

This also explains his Fe, his morals are completely divorced from the internal, his morals come externally. This is shown ESPECIALLY during the backstory parts, where he first starts thinking for himself and learning about himself, but then ends up in the same hole as before with his biggest mentor going from his father to Dominic, who forces the idea that societal norms are more important.

Ti is less shown, but it's still there just...weaker. He has his own set of logic, though those tie in with his morals more than not. Specifically shown afte he starts learning to think for himself, he comes to impartial, logical conclusions based off of external morals (eg him wanting to ask Dominic out, he heard from one person that he should go for it, so he internalizes that fact, and logically comes to the conclusion "I should just go for it")

Now for his percieving functions, I think Si-dom makes the most sense. He's always living in the past, and I know that that isn't specifically what Si is about, but Ni does NOT fit him at all. He doesn't live in the future, he doesn't look underneath the surface, he doesn't necessarily take things at face value but he has a hard time looking under words and realizing the predjudice behind them. This leads to Si>Ni, meaning he uses Si/Ne

This leads to the conclusion that he's ISFJ! ISFJs are stereotyped as being gentle people, selfless and kind. They're seen as paternal and gentle, wanting the best for the people they care about. Notable ISFJs (that I just took from PDB) include:

Fluttershy (MLP)

Rory Gilmore (GIlmore Girls)

Captain America (Marvel)

Willow Park (The Owl House)

Luigi (Mario)

Now onto Dominic:

At first I thought he was surely going to be an extroverted rational, but after thinking about it, extroverted irrational fits him WAY more. He doesn't use morals or logic whatsoever, he percieves first (eg he hears the name Olive and without a second thought is like "THAT MUST BE MY MOM!")

Whether he's Ne or Se is kind of tricky, he's not a person who craves stimuli (either mental or physical), so we have to go off of whether he's more of a future or present oriented person, and (in my opinion) he's ALWAYS focused on the present. He doesn't once think about why Theron is acting the way he is, he doesn't even think about how his words would affect the ones around him. He's always doing things right as he thinks about them, without any forethought (showing low Ni)

So we know he's an ES/P, and I think it's pretty obvious he's an Fi/Te user. His logic comes externally, this is inherently different from morals coming internally (like Theron) because he doesn't base his morals off of them, eg he doesn't want people knowing that he has sex with Theron because LOGICALLY he's seen people act homophobic around him, not because he MORALLY thinks that being gay is bad (I hope this doesn't sound like I'm excusing his actions, he's still a homophobe LMAO I'm just explaing how he uses logic to justify it instead of morals)

His Fi shows up in like. Every little thing he does. He's ALWAYS doing stuff his own way, he doesn't care about others opinions, I know this sounds like the old "Fi are selfish" but he clearly uses his functions unhealthily, and unhealthy Fi usually shows up as selfishness.

This means he's ESFP! ESFPs are stereotypes as party animals and socially oriented. Examples of ESFPs off of PDB include:

Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Goku (Dragon Ball)

Korra (Legend of Korra)

Undyne (Undertale)

Beast Boy (Teen Titans)

Every single shounen anime protagonist ever /j

Mattais:

Mattias is the DEFINITION of Fi-user, he's moralistic and doesn't take the general consensus at face value. Also very indivisualistic when it comes to showing off his personality, he doesn't mind being different and often, but he's healthier than Dom. He still cares about people (often too much) and takes into consideration their needs.

I think it's kind of obvious he's Fi-Dominant, but less obvious is being an introverted rational. At first I thought he was definitely irrational because of his constant need to put others before himself, but I think that actually points more towards rationality? His morals tell him to care for others, not his perception of the world, which points to morality/logic>percieving/judging

Next, is whether he's Se or Ne, and this is very tough....I think he has a preference for Ne, though. He's seen with kinda shitty Se, he's always in his head, thinking about what could go wrong that he never lives in the present.

This means he's INFP :3 INFPs are stereotyped as anxious, but individualistic and artistic people! Examples of INFPs off of PDB include:

Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

Peter Parker (Marvel)

Mob (Mob Psycho 100)

Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Nerissa:

Nerissa is hard to pin down, at first I thought she was surely introverted rational, but after thinking about it I think she's an extroverted rational. She's focused on what's real, and doesn't care for digesting what she sees internally, instead she uses what she sees to act logically, trying to become the best ShadowHunter she can be.

She's also logically focused, point to Te instead of Fe. She doesn't exactly care about morals, instead (like Dom) she views her logic through what she sees. She sees people are conservative, so she hides the fact that she's a lesbian, ignoring her own feelings on the subject.

She also has REALLY good use of Se, almost to the point where I wanna say she's Te/Se/Ni/Fi...but I'll stick with E/I/E/I function stacking LoL, so this makes her Ni-Aux. I think her Ni can be seen in how she is someone who sees behind the words. She's attentive, yes, but this stems to the real world and words as well, she's able to look behind what people are saying and clearly is thinking about the future first and foremost.

This leaves her being an ENTJ. ENTJs are stereotyped as serious and no-nonsense business people. They are also stereotypes as evil as all hell LoL. Examples of ENTJs on PDB include:

Asuka (Evangelion)

Light Yagami (Death Note)

Griffith (Berserk)

Princess Bubblegum (Adventure Time)

Princess Caroline (Bojack)

Here's some more characters that I won't go as in depth for, mainly typed by vibes LMAO:

Ava: ISTP? Still unsure, I think she's introverted rational due to...not much evidence, but she doesn't seem to be extroverted and she doesn't seem like someone who percieves internally, preferring to look at things though impersona logic. She could also be ISFP, but I see Fe>Fi, specifically the way she encourages Mattias in his crush on Theron and just having a general fondness for gossip. She also seems Ti>Te, she does show internal logic (eg thinking it's unfair to have her and Dom go out right after getting lunch-yes I know this was a joke but that's all I got folks)

Examples of ISTPs from PDB: Black Widow-Marvel, Toph Beifong-Avatar, Sherlock Holmes

Cicero: ENFJ, BARELY shows up, but seems like an Fe-dom. He cares about people, often to the point of hurting himself (example: when his parabatai dies, he's so taken over by grief that he needs someone else to fill the voice even somewhat). Ni because he seems to be more future oriented. Could also be INFJ, ESFJ, or ISFJ

Examples of ENFJs from PDB: Iroh-Avatar, Princess Celestia-MLP, Mufasa-The Lion King

Roman: ESTP, I'mma be real this is a "kin" vote. Sorry not sorry, I need to collect Transhet ESTPs LMAO. But for realsies, he's DEFINITELY Pe dominant, he acts before thinking and is very present oriented. Ti because he chooses what's logical internally, this leads to him thinking that Kiera isn't a good leader with basically no proof and also just making shit up (eg that Kiera isn't doing shit when he is doing shit. Kiera is doing shit.) Could also be an ESFP

Examples of ESTPs from PDB: Thor-Marvel, Sonic the Hedgehog-Sonic, Zeus-Mythology

Trevor: ENFP, I see signs of extroverted percieiving just a healthier one since he's literally 100+ years old so he's learned how to use his lesser functions by now LMAO. I DEFINITELY see Fi/Te access, he's not exactly no-nonsense but he knows how to get things done. As for Fi, he's individualistic, proudly saying his opinions no matter what. Could also be an INFP

Examples of ENFPs from PDB: Naruto, Luz-The Owl House, Aang-Avatar

Kiera: ESTJ, Kiera is SO HARD TO TYPE TBH, originally I was thinking ESTP, but he seems to think before doing anything, which leads me to thinking ENTJ....I honestly could see either Ni/Si aux, but I chose Si due to the fact he seems to be worried more about the past than the future, and doesn't seem to have the best skills when it comes to looking behind the surface. He could also be ENTJ, INTJ, ISTJ, ESTP, ENTP, ESFP, ENFP

Examples of ESTJs from PDB: Sokka-Avatar, Vegeta-Dragon Ball, Blossom-Power Puff Girls

OK THAT'S IT sorry for the dissertation I promise I tried to keep it short JLKRWJLKKJWRL

[littlemissnoname13]

Fortunate Misfortune (D.M x Reader)| Chapter 1: First Day

Summary: Its his last year at Hogwarts and former Hogwarts bully, Draco Malfoy just wants to clean up his act and get through the year. Maybe even apply for a potions fellowship and date Astoria Greengrass. His plan seems perfect on paper except for a minor hiccup in the form of a feisty Hufflepuff girl...

A/n: This multi-chapter has been in my Drafts since before I started posting on here and I’ve used so many scenes from it and turned them into one shots in the past. The series is almost completed and ill just be dumping it on my blog over the next few days cuz I don’t know what to do with it. Please do not feel pressured to read it. 😅🥲.

Reblogs and Feedbacks are always welcomed. :)

Warnings: none except coarse language, mentions of food and one mention of wine. (No voldy AU)

Words: 1813

Masterlist | Chapter 2

Mondays were the absolute worst for two reasons. 

For one, they were not Friday. 

And second, Mondays meant he’d have to get through another tedious week of useless classes. What was he supposed to do with the knowledge he’d acquired about hinkypunks anyway? 

What was even worse was that he was starting his final year that particular Monday and he was running late because he’d overslept. 

With his shirt half buttoned, tie untied and robe draped messily on his shoulders, Draco Malfoy rushed to Snape’s classroom. 

If it were up to him, he would have stayed in his room or gone up to the astronomy tower. But he needed the grades for the plans he had.

He really did. 

Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, something or rather someone collided with him causing a rather huge commotion In the otherwise empty hallway. 

“Watch where you’re going Hufflepuff.” He seethed at the sight of the yellow accent on your robe. 

“It’s not my fault you are as blind as a bat.” You retorted angrily as you began collecting stray parchment and books from the ground. “How are you even a seeker?” 

He clenched his jaw when he heard this jab thrown his way and paused for an infinitesimal second to get a better look at you. 

Loosely hung tie, shirt buttoned all wrong and dark circles under your eyes and a scowl on your face. 

It looked like your morning was equally as bad as his. 

On any other day, he would have spat back more insults your way but that morning, he desperately needed to be in class. 

After quickly dusting his robes, he quickly headed to class, with you running next to him. 

Upon entering, it came to his attention that only one table with two chairs remained empty.  

I hate this. I hate it here. 

After a moment of hesitation, Draco reluctantly sat next to the hufflepuff girl he’d bumped into and curled his fingers into a fist when he noticed the entire class had let out shocked gasps and whispers. 

“Malfoy is in class for once..it’s going to rain today.” A Slytherin girl he barely ever talked to whispered to her friend.

“He’s sitting next to…her…I mean, isn’t he terrified?” He friend whispered back and Draco took deep calming breaths to keep his cool.

“I don’t think he cares...”

For a second, he wondered what the big whoop was about and then he remembered the rumors.

Around his second year, a rather bizarre rumor was going around school.

It was said that anyone who sat next to you in class would have to go through a series of misfortunes for the rest of the year.

That is why you were rudely nicknamed “the harbinger of misfortune” and that is why you sat alone for most of your classes. 

He didn’t know how or where the rumors had originated but they didn’t seem to bother him. 

Rumours were appropriately called rumours for a reason. 

While Snape continued teaching, Draco took a second to watch you from his peripheral vision. 

It was easy to tell that you were not paying any attention to whatever Snape was droning on about. 

In fact; it was very obvious that something or rather someone else had occupied your mind. 

Someone by the Name of Blaise Zabini. 

~~

Luckily for Draco, he hadn’t faced any misfortunes after spend Potions class next to you.

He didn’t share any other class with you for the day and the professors had somehow decided to not pile them up with homework on the first day. 

If anything, Lady Luck was shining down on him because Astoria Greengrass stopped him in the hallway to ask him how his summer break went. 

Finally at the slytherin common room at the end of the day, Draco reached into his bag to pull out his copy of a Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. 

He needed to brush up on his potions skills if he wanted that fellowship by graduation. That was the only way he could be far away from the Malfoy name and the pressure that came along with bearing it.

As he turned the pages, he noticed scribbles of strange, loopy and swirly handwriting on the margins.

This wasn’t his book.

He looked into his book bag and his face went paper white. 

The letter he’d written to Astoria over the Holidays that he’d never sent was inside his copy of the book.

He wasn't ready to tell her how he felt yet, and his feelings were at the risk of being exposed by who ever had his book 

Panic stricken, Draco flipped the pages of the book on his hand even further and then he saw it. 

A sketch of Zabini, tucked in between the pages. 

This wasn’t his book. This was your book and he needed his book back before you saw the letter. 

~~~

Draco quickly changed out of his school uniform and ran towards the hufflepuff common room. 

All he had to do was sneak in, grab his book and sneak out. 

He threatened some third years into letting him into the cozy common room, filled with students from all different years. 

He then found his way towards the girls dormitory and located your room after only one attempt. 

All it took after that was a quick unlocking charm and he was in. 

The first thing he noticed when he discreetly entered the door was you. Eyes shut, mouth slightly parted and face flat against the pillow with your hair pooling in all different directions. 

Your books laid open on the floor, one on top of another. Crumpled up parchment, used paint brushes and tubes of acrylic paint covered the rug and he couldn't tell if the stain on said rug was from wine or crimson paint. 

Clothes of all different sorts were piled up together forming a mini mountain on an armchair and he wondered how you’d managed to keep the mountain steady. 

Your room was more chaotic than the room of requirement. 

Sighing to himself, he navigated through the minefield of books and paint and clothes to look for his copy of a thousand magical herbs and fungi. 

His plan was relatively simple. 

He knew that you lived all alone in that room of yours. So all he had to do was sneak in when you were away and swap his books with yours. 

However, this so-called simple plan seemed a bit more complex than he’d originally anticipated. 

For one, you were not away. And secondly, to his frustration, you’d somehow for some bizarre reason stashed his book underneath the huge mountain of clothes. 

“I hate my life. I hate it here.” he muttered under his breath like a mantra and tried to gently yank his book out. However, the slight moment caused the huge mountain of clothes to rumble and tumble. 

Before he knew it, he was buried in a pile of clothes and you were wide awake. 

“Who’s there?” You called out in a sleepy voice. 

Draco held his breath and deluded himself into thinking that you’d never find him under the pile of clothes if he stayed still for a minute or two. 

Oh, how wrong he was. 

He barely managed to sit still and even if he did, you’d already used your wand to shoot a hex his way, narrowly missing his face. 

“Ow. What the fuck… it’s me.. y/l/n… it’s Draco.” He groaned, emerging from the sea of tops and skirts and scarves with his book in his hand. 

“You are trespassing.. Malfo—Draco!” You exclaimed. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in?—I have so many questions.”

“I came to get my book.” He admitted. There was no point cooking up lies. It had been a long day and he was already burnt out. “I think we ended up exchanging our books in a hurry. I don’t know, I just want mine back.”

While he was saying that, he watched your face turn pale with every word and felt his own grin form. The information your book contained was top grade blackmail material that he was going to enjoy using for the rest of the year. 

“I fucking hate it here.” You mumbled to yourself as you stood up and hyperventilated. “Don’t tell me you went through my book.”

“I sure did. I didn’t take you for an artist.”

He decided to get comfortable in the pile of clothes while continuing to watch you pace back and forth. The way you were reacting made him forget why he’d risked coming into your room in the first place. He’d forgotten all about the letter he’d written because your annoyed face was giving him a little too much satisfaction. 

“So you know…” You finally said. 

“I sure do.” He said smugly, expecting you to have a crying fit. Instead, you slowly turned to look at him with a maniacal looking smile. 

“Hmmm..Then I guess I’ll have to make sure you never leave this room and see the light of day.” You said as you reached under your pillow.  “Or, I'll just have to call my owl and make sure a certain Greengrass sister sees this.”

“You wouldn't dare.” He hissed, getting back on his feet and walking towards you. 

“Oh I would, Malfoy.” You threatened, taking a step towards him. 

He’d seen you mad at him before, but he’d never seen you this determined to perish his entire existence from the universe.

Flames in your eyes, fury in your voice and a vermillion flush on your cheeks to match. You looked no less than an angry Hungarian Horntail. 

He opened his mouth to respond, but the growling sound of your stomach beat him to it. 

The sound of your empty stomach broke the tension and Just like that, you no longer resembled a furious Hungarian Horntail. 

To him, you now resembled a hungry hungry badger and he had to bite his tongue to hold back a laughter. 

“Skipped dinner, I see.” He mocked, taking a step back. “Did I mention that we had chocolate pudding for dessert today?”

“Fuck you.” You spat, looking visibly annoyed and ravenous at the sound of dessert. 

“I mean, if you have to.” He shrugged and plopped himself on your bed. He then proceeded to fluff the pillows to get more comfortable while he continued to mock you. “I’d tell you to take your clothes off but, looks like you are already halfway there.”

Draco sniggered as he pulled your plum coloured bra from underneath one of your pillows. 

Once again, he expected you to burst into a crying fit for something, but instead, you marched right towards him and gripped him by his shirt—your mere proximity intriguing and terrifying him in the process. 

“Impatient now are we—ow—Y/L/N—what in Merlin’s nam—”

“Shut up Malfoy.” You muttered, dragging him out the door with you. “You’ve done enough.”

“Wait…Where are we going?”

“We are going into the kitchens to steal some pudding.” You replied, while continuing to drag him down a flight of stairs. “Then we discuss this present situation further.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you know my secret and I don’t want to avada your arse.”

“Let the series of misfortunes begin.” Draco muttered to himself.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing Lady Catastrophe. Carry on then.”

[irondadfics]

just out of curiosity, what fix have you found the MOST? cuz I've seen like at least three people ask about love dares you to change but i was just curious about what fic you've been asked about multiple times. Does it get easier to find that fic if its already been asked about or is it just ad hard as one that hasn't? Have a great day !!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Interesting question! Off the top of my head I’d say we’ve featured these fics several times on the blog. There’s certainly more, but these are the ones coming to mind. All of them are very good, so give them a read if you haven’t yet!

 Regarding it being easier to find a lost fic, I think that just depends on how the ask is worded. If the ask is similar to another ask that we’ve received in the past then yes, it does make it much easier to find the lost fic. However sometimes two asks looking for the same fic may be recounting two very different scenes and so they come across as looking for different fics. There’s also been instances where even if one of us has read the fic, we may have forgotten the detail the asker is recounting. I think that’s why our follower outreach program is such a great help to us. We’re very grateful for our followers help.

All the Devils are Here by @yellowdistress​

Peter knows deep down, in the glass that is his mind, that he couldn't have stopped it. He couldn't have known that on a freezing night, May Parker would step out in front of a moving vehicle and die. All the while, he was laughing with Ned, their voices carrying through the streets of Queens. Peter knows deep down, he couldn't have fathomed the events that would follow. An abyss of never-ending ache and the disorderly behavior that grown men weren't supposed to exhibit, but Tony Stark would manage to display anyway. Peter knows all of these things, but still manages to be eaten alive, every single day.

Chapter 5 of Five Times Peter Parker Pretended to Be Asleep by @blondsak​

…and the one time he actually was. Or: sometimes, faking sleep can work to your advantage. When it comes to trying to fool a certain genius, overprotective, superhero mentor, Peter finds this to be doubly true.

I Never Knew I Was Broken by @gotmyinkpen​

Peter Parker has been living in HYDRA ever since his parents died at age four. All he can remember are the lessons HYDRA taught him and a series of words that strike fear into his heart. The only thing driving him forward are the memories of meeting his hero The Winter Soldier when he was seven and the goal to one day be as great an assassin as him.

At age sixteen Peter finds himself tangled in the lives of the Avengers and can't help but wonder if there's more to life than what he's been told.

Tony wants to help him, no matter what.

… and when you can’t crawl … by @jolinarjackson

In the aftermath of the Vulture and May finding out about Spider-Man, Peter should be happy. May is allowing him to continue his patrols and Tony is making good on his promise to mentor him. Peter is anything but fine, though. Struggling with nightmares and his insecurities, Peter’s life begins to unravel for good when he becomes the target of a violent school bully, and his only refuge in his duties as Spider-Man is destroyed following a tragic failure. Tony and May, trying to figure out the dynamics of raising a teenage superhero between the two of them, are forced to watch from the sidelines as Peter refuses to accept help out of fear of appearing weak … and reaches his breaking point.

Damaged At Best (Like You’ve Already Figured Out) by @jolinarjackson, 

”Don’t come any closer,” Spider-Man said, his hand raised threateningly, his fingers resting against a trigger mechanism nestled into his palm. ”Alright,” Tony answered. For a moment, they looked at each other – Tony stuck to the wall on one side of the alley and Spider-Man stuck to the other – then Tony opened his helmet to show his face. ”Hey, there”, he said. ”Nice to finally meet you.”

---

The Avengers are left shaken in the aftermath of the Sokovia Accords. With half the team under house arrest at the Compound, Tony finds himself seeking refuge in Avengers Tower and starts forming a tentative friendship with the neighborhood vigilante Spider-Man. A friendship which is quickly threatened by Secretary Ross doubting Spider-Man’s intentions and integrity. Tony is left wondering who to trust, especially when Spider-Man manages to uncover the one secret Tony never wanted anyone to know about: the child Tony had with a woman named Mary Fitzpatrick sixteen years ago.

Peter and the Jailbirds by @beautifullights1

NOW COMPLETE

“If you did play chess," Ross said, "you’d remember that a pawn can become a queen. The most powerful piece on the board, Parker, remember that? But—” Ross smiled— “only if it obeys.”

He adjusted his tie, stood, and looked down at Peter. “I’ll ask you again,” he said. “Eventually. You may feel differently after you’ve been living in a six-by-six cube without sunlight or fresh air for a few years.”

“What pawns do,” Peter said, voice shaking slightly, “is sacrifice themselves for the greater good. I have no regrets.”

He had a lot of regrets.

Like, a lot. A crapton. A shitload. An overloaded dumpsterful.

“When I visit you on the Raft,” Ross said, “you’ll be old enough to grow a beard.” The cell door clicked shut behind him.

[Rated mature for graphic violence.]

Stay in the Cage by StarryKitty013

OR 5 times Peter helped an Avenger's kid and one time they (kind of) helped him

[alby-rei]

[Arthur Week, Day 3] Midnight Snacks

a/n: in which MC (ft. accomplice Dazai) wants to make the resident flirt, Arthur Conan Doyle, jealous. Why? Who knows! But what I do know is that it ends up working in his favor rather than MC’s... wait, what?

a/n 2: changed the title cuz it was bothering me xD nothing else changed.

My entry for @scummy-writes​‘s Arthur Week! 

Day 3: Coffee and Fudge || Writer’s Block

[Pairing]: Arthur x You/gn!MC, (pre-relationship)

[Characters]: You, Arthur, Dazai, Sebastian

[Word count]: ~2300 words

[Rating]: T

[POV]: 2nd Person 

“...and all of a sudden, I hear Mozart yell ‘stop releasing chickens in my music room!’ but Dazai didn’t even flinch!” You brought a foam-covered hand up to your mouth to cover your laughter.

You and Sebastian were cleaning the dishes together after lunch time. You’ve made it a habit to catch up on your day and share observations with Sebas, as pretty much no one steps into the kitchen around this time.

Well, that is except—

“_____~!”

Except Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, naturally. He must’ve finished his writing session and been wandering around the mansion, as is his trademark since your arrival.

You closed your eyes, hoping the man would walk past the kitchen without checking. You weren’t exactly in the mood for flirty games with the mystery writer, especially not after dealing with a haughty music teacher in Mozart. Sadly, luck was not on your side, today.

“I’ll tell you the rest later,” you wipe your hands with a towel. Picking up the tray of plates and cups to put them in their rightful places, you didn’t pay the writer any mind.

“After this I gotta find Dazai,” you said as you opened a cupboard. Your turned around to find Arthur leaning on the door frame, and your tone shifted dramatically, “Oh! Arthur, funny to see you here.”

Sebastian knew that tone very well. It was your sickeningly sweet voice that you dedicated to either (a) dodging conversation, or (b) planning something against that person.

“I’d say the same to you, ___, but you’re always in the kitchen. I couldn’t help dropping in to check on my favorite bird,” Arthur leaned against the door frame, flashing you a grin and a wink.

“Oh please, don’t talk about birds after what happened this morning,”  You caught sight of your target at the end of the hallway, “aaaand I have to go, see ya!” 

You duck under Arthur’s arm while his guard was down. He twirled around to follow you, but you evaded him, calling out to Dazai. Arthur stood in his tracks, as he watched the japanese author stop for you, and you beamed up at him.

“Dazai-san, I’ve been wanting to ask you for something, if you’re… free,” you noticed mid-sentence that the chicken that was still nestled in his arms.

“Hm?” His piercing yellow eyes brightened, “I’ll always have time for you, Toshiko-san.”

“Bawk!” The chicken… agreed, supposedly.

You laughed sheepishly, “That’s very sweet of you, I was actually interested in learning about your writing style and get some advice. I’ve been going through some terrible writer’s block.”

“I was working on a short story earlier, it’s in my room. Want to come with me?” He began to lead her towards his room.      

“I’m honored! I’d love to, Dazai-san.”

Oh yes, you were definitely planning something, Sebastian noted.

As the two of them walked away, Arthur stood glued watching the scene. Sebastian had been poking his arm the whole time, but he didn’t budge. Even shaking his entire arm didn’t spur any sudden movement from him.

“Sir Arthur. Earth to Sir Arthur,” Sebas continued tapping his shoulder and pinching his arm.

“Huh? Oh…” His gaze held an odd expression, one that Sebastian hadn’t seen from him before—a hint of sadness, maybe even frustration. But it was quickly replaced by his signature grin as he finally took notice of me, “Sorry, Sebas, I must’ve been blocking your path, got to go!”

And just like that, he scurried off.

After a moment’s pause, and after making sure the hallway was clear of esteemed residents, Sebastian did much the same, but in the opposite direction. He has notes to take, pronto. 

~*~

You and Dazai sat in the lounge room, having passed by his room, and Dazai collected his writing material.

“You have really pretty hands, Toshiko-san. I’ve heard you playing in Mo-kun’s piano room, you’re a wonderful pianist,” Dazai held your hand delicately in his, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“Thank you, it’s something I take a lot of pride in,” your heart swelled from the warmth of his compliment, “but I’ve been much more interested with writing as of late. Actually, I’ve always wanted to write a novel.”

“Oh? I admire your ambition. How can I help?”      

“Well well well, what do we have here?” A third voice chimed in.

Right on time, as you expected.

“Have I interrupted your little rendezvous?” Arthur walked slowly and purposefully, as if he had caught them red-handed doing something they shouldn’t.

Internally, he was trying his best not to jump to conclusions. That would be uncharacteristic of him, after all. You weren’t tied to him in anyway, so there was no reason to feel so jealous that you went to Dazai for writing help instead of him. He didn’t even know about it!

So why was his heart pounding so loudly in his head while his eyes were fixated on their linked hands?

Dazai withdrew his hand, occupying it with his writing pen instead. He shot Arthur a smile with closed eyes.

“Of course not, we were just talking, Arty.”

“…Don’t call me that,” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “and second, I’d like to steal ____ now.”

“I’m sorry, Arthur, but I want to talk with Dazai a bit to improve my writing.”

Being shot down so directly caught Arthur off-guard; his insecurities getting a hold of him. For the first time, he found himself at a loss for ways to turn the conversation in his favor. At the moment, if he persisted, and you kept turning him down, he wouldn’t be able to let it down for the rest of the day.

Instead, Arthur straightened himself, fixing his tie, “Well then, I’m heading to the pub soon enough to find me a pretty skirt for the evening. Have fun, you two, I know I will.”

He huffed childishly, going out with a wave. Dazai turned to you with a polite smile.

“Do you think it worked?”

“Oh, he is definitely salty, thanks for agreeing to this, Dazai-san.”

“Any time, Yoshie-san, what are housemates for?” He smiled fondly at you.

“You’re a great actor, didn’t even flinch!”

“Ah, but who said I was acting?”

He got up with his writing tools and stepped out of the lounge before you registered what he said.

“Wait… what?!”

~*~

Later that evening…

…Well, more like around midnight, you just happened to catch the insomnia bug and were heading to the kitchen, as all people naturally do when they’re insomniac. You switched on the lights, thankful for the dimness of the lanterns in the kitchen. Scanning your options, your eyes settled on the coffee pot that sat quietly in the corner. Thoughts of a certain mystery writer gnawed at you, but you darted them away and walked past the coffee pot to get a glass of water instead. You leaned forward, filling her glass with bleary eyes that refused to slumber but also refused to open properly.  

Suddenly, you felt a touch to your backside. Eyes cracking wide open, you spun around and swung your makeshift weapon of glass at your offender. The offending mop of ash blue hair felt the full force of the blow, and the glass shattered across the floor.

Well crap.

“Ow… If I’m not mistaken, I’d say you were trying to kill me there, ____.”

For the love—.

“Arthur what the hell were you trying to pull?! Bloody hell! You made my heart drop.”

In a flash, his body was pressed against yours, caging you between his arms and the kitchen counter. The crunch of the glass under his shoes was the only sound in the room. You saw a small stream of blood start to fall by his ear.

“I was going to prepare myself a midnight snack with my coffee, but it seems I already found one ready for a taste test,” he licked the back of his fangs.

“At this hour??” It was well past midnight by now, and caffeine was the last thing you’d recommend anyone at this time. 

You felt his breath on your ear before he inhaled your scent. It was comforting to him as much as it was intoxicating to his senses.

He sighed, “____… I can’t get you out of my mind, no matter what I do.”

His arms circled around your waist, pulling you away from the countertop and flush against him, instead. All sorts of alarms were going off in your mind despite the drowsiness, with your instincts telling you to push him off.

“But then, you started avoiding me. And then… Sebastian and Mozart and even Dazai took you away from me,” he sniffled.

You pushed him off gently but still within his arms, as you stared at his face. There was a pink dust across his cheeks and a redness in the corners of his eyes.

“Arthur, are you… drunk?”

His frown flipped into a grin as he nuzzled his nose into your disheveled hair.

“Oh, don’t be silly, dear. I may have been out drinking, but I can bloody well hold my liquor. Theo can vouch for me on that.”

(a/n: no, he can’t lmao)

The sight of him in a somewhat vulnerable state, as well as the smell of his cologne, made it hard for you to properly fight him. Plus, you felt bad for crushing a glass cup on his head. Speaking of which…

“Is your head okay?”

“Hm…” He brought a gloved hand to his forehead, feeling a dull pounding in its wake, “I must say, you got me good, even the most daring fools never landed a hit on me yet.”

Just how thick is his skull to endure that?! You were both dazzled and frightened by their realization. 

With one of his arms off of you, you took this chance to escape, but you slid on a shard of glass and would have fallen face first onto the floor had Arthur not pulled you against him and taken the impact of the floor to his own shoulder. He laid on his back, clutching you protectively against his chest. He groaned with pain, but he pushed it aside to check on you first.

“Clumsy tonight, are we, or are you seriously trying to kill me?” He chuckled wryly.

Before you could even blink, you felt your vision do a 180-flip, and you were suddenly beneath him, away from the glass shards that littered the floor. The scent of his cologne flooded your senses again, as he smirked down on you with a drunken lopsided grin.

“I was absolutely livid when I saw Dazai hold your hand. Was that part of your plan, darling? Well, I’ve taken the bait.”

You flinched, your body wide awake to every touch and caress of this man. You bit your lip to avoid playing into his hands. You were still in control of the situation, you thought. His lips descended to your jaw, barely brushing your skin, like he’s testing your limits. Instinctively, you sighed, unaware of the breath you’d been holding.

Ok, maybe you weren’t entirely in control, either.

“Arthur…” You commanded, trying to regain some semblance of control back.

This was not part of your plan, however, and you were quickly losing grip of all reason and logic. You needed to get him off and away from you before you acquiesced to his ministrations.

“But don’t worry, ____. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

He drew back from you, staring down at you with an uncharacteristic tender look. He continued.

“The effect you have on me is not one I’ve felt with any woman I’ve ever encountered before. It’s confusing—maddening, even— and I can’t escape it… because I don’t want to,” he sighed in surrender, “I want you, ___.” 

It was a look of pure love and affection that shone in his eyes. His half-opened shirt invited your gaze to roam his body, and his thick-rimmed glasses framed his features in such an alluring glow that outshone the dimness of the kitchen. His hair looked softer than usual, too. Your hand twitched at the thought of running your fingers through those ash blue locks. Your mind was thrown into a whirlwind with the influx of new information, one that dented your rationality. Your desire to get closer to him wrestled against your impartial stoicism, threatening to crack the armor around the stone gates to your heart.

“Hey Arthur,” you started, twirling a lock of his hair with your hand. It was ever-so-slightly damp; he must’ve bathed in le thermae earlier.

“Yes, ____?”

Damn that seductive voice of his, you shooed away that thought as soon as it entered. You chose to focus on something much more pressing at the moment. 

“We need to get you bandaged up. You’re bleeding terribly from your head.”

~*~

It took a lot of convincing, but Arthur finally acquiesced to your persistent request.

“There, all done,” you stepped back from Arthur, who was sitting hunched over on his bed.

You were both settled in his room with his medical bag open on the desk and his equipment strewn all around. You didn’t exactly know what to do to treat Arthur’s wound, but you insisted on doing it for him… with copious amounts of instructions from him.

“I brought you some fresh coffee and fudge, as an apology.”

“At this hour?” He mimicked your tone from earlier. You rolled your eyes at his childishness.

“And here I am trying to make it up to you, and this is how you show gratitude?”

You huffed indignantly, ready to head out and leave the unappreciative writer to his own devices.

“Hold on, now,” he gripped your wrist before you could fully turn away, “you’re the one who smashed glass on my head, so you owe me a favor.”

“…a favor on top of tending to your wounds and bringing you coffee?”

“Oh, indulge me, won’t you? You did those of your own volition.”

You sigh, “Depends on the request, then.”

“Feed me,” he perked up with no hesitation or embarrassment in his tone.

You wanted to turn him down, to tease him about his child-like excitement, but you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes. Those eyes held a very powerful hold over you though you blame it on your own tiredness outweighing your better judgment.

“Alright…” You moved aside his things to sit next to him, leaning towards the table to drag the tray closer to yourself.

“Open wide, you incorrigible baby.”

[actualbird]

Day two of me reading your fics the moment I wake up! Still a little asleep as I write this again fxjg but it's fine because man I loved this fic so much this is the post chapter 6 fic I needed in my life!!

Man the moment I saw "crying didn't fix you up" the sense of dread I felt became ridiculously strong aha. Funny how something said out of love can do so much damage.

Yeah empathy+the mindset Artem now has is absolutely going to be hell in a job as a lawyer. Especially in the universe of Tears of Themis because that's a ridiculously high number of tragedies that's happened in six chapters. I could see Joey's case or Skadi haunting someone long after everything has ended.

So the paragraph about Artem's thoughts about being asked how he's feeling Hurt Me So Much. Just the bleak way he describes sending feelings into a room and ignoring it and the "he would know" in another paragraph hit really, really hard. Excellent way to tie a character's past experiences with their way of doing things but also Pain.

The way the nightmare turns from short, clipped sentences in the first paragraph and morph into a run-on, frantic one in the last hurts me. That really is how thoughts go sometimes and I am in awe of how you portrayed it so well in text.

Riaaa I love you. Thank you for saying the words Artem needs to hear most. And hopefully this is a steop forward for Artem. Not a fix, God knows one cry session can't fix a mindset he's had sonce childhood but. A step.

So I remember a while ago talking about how I really adore repetition and boy did this fic deliver!! There's so much repetition of so many lines and yet it feels just right and never excessive. I would have loved this fic anyway, but with so much personal appeal? I really, really adore this fic, if I were to rank my enjoyment of your fics this would be in the top. Just, excellent fic, thank you so much for writing this!!!

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HJVhjkHVKJ GMORNING, MILKYWAY!! thank u for reading "break it into pieces small enough to understand" like a morning newspaper, tho this morning newspaper swaps out the calvin and hobbes with artem and neuroses HKFJHASF

hhhhHHH this ask is so lovely, ive got lots to say in reply omg

that first scene w childhood artem is wholly me condensing like 8764982375 experiences of my own from my parents who said similar things to me also out of love. it's a sad truth that even stuff said out of love can be either the wrong thing to say at the moment or taken out of its context and embedded in a kid's mind for years or both. someone can come in wanting to alleviate pain and end up unintentionally giving an adage for its invalidation instead. it sucks. but it happens.

while i was projecting for a lot of this fic, the empathy was something completely foreign to me. artem has shown that hes very in tune with other people's emotions and i Do Not Have That Skill but exploring his in conjunction with all this leads to yepppppp. empathy is great, but it would also get frustrating and upsetting if one is working on the assumption that emotions need to come from a logical cause. frankly, i think everybody in the nxx team needs some therapy just for this bit at first, theyre taking in a LOT of heavy cases. hopeful ending as they may have, that still weighs on people. for artem, it weighing on him when it no longer can help is hellish.

eeEeeEEeeee im glad u liked those bits and also the repetition!! i really enjoy writing internal monolog and tryna lean into how they tend to sound when going thru ur head, if that makes sense. or at least my head, since i cant read minds. metaphorizing memory and bringing in an unraveling cadence and repetition cuz the brain likes to latch onto phrases and bring it back cuz it seems familiar and mind always wants to find patterns, and all that jazz. it's like dialog which i love So Much, but talking to yourself, and i just love writing any kind of talking in general

it's a step forward!!! it's not gonna fix anything just but thats okay, it doesnt have to. going at life with the mindset of fixing every problem immediately and ignoring bits that dont seem to directly work towards a solution, well, that actually brings artem wayyyy farther from a solution in the first place. sometimes ya gotta cry. and it wont make things better. but it's important to feel it anyway.

thank you so so much for this ask!! it made me smile lots :') and right before i gotta clock in at work too, a wonderful boost before job tasks jahvkhfaf

im glad you enjoyed the fic <3!!

[papers4me]

Fruits Basket,Se03, Ep 8 (part 1)

“ I hate myself, so much, so intensely, so completely, I wish I just go away, disappear for good, & yet in the end, I always protect myself, instead of taking responsibility, I run away every damn time, like now, I’m too scared to even look at your face”. The real kyo under the layers of trauma.

This quotation is why this ep is not abt romance. Instead it is abt: Extreme self-loath, faulty coping mechanism, self-awareness & inability to make correct decisions due to suicidal thoughts & non-existent self-worth.  

This is a guy who’s literally seen death TWICE at the age of 4 & 15 (his mom & kyoko), is trying to avoid the THIRD (tohru’s) & is questioning why the FOURTH isnt happening (his own death).

-The layers of a broken self: Excellent writing:

I applaud the writer for choosing fitting methods to portray her characters’ own trauma. Yuki “ prince” mask & tohru’s “i’m okay” mask were fitting to hide their trauma & uncover the real personalities. However, since kyo would be the character to hide secrets & carry guilt, the viewers need to feel he’s hiding sth w/o knowing what it is. It was done cleverly to (a) tie the plot together, (b) build kyo’s character, (c) fit the climax, (d) suit his trauma of severe guilt & self-loath. Some of the things he does can fit two genuine layers: Both layers are true:

His initial refusal to open up to tohru in early se01. (Surface layer): he doesn't know how to interact with ppl who accept him as he confessed to shigure, (Deeper layer): he avoided tohru cuz he knew her!

He initially refused to join leisure activities & trips: hot spring & kyoto trip (Surface layer): he didn’t want to go with yuki (Deeper layer) he didnt want to spend time with tohru as he was unconsciously feeling that he’s stealing from her.

It killed him to see her true lonely self behind her fake mask & approached her with advice. se1, ep5 (grandpa house), se1, ep23 (sick tohru), se2, ep 8 (hiro’s remarks) & other instances.  (Surface layer): he was noticing her issues, & genuinely wanted to help her cuz he’s kind (Deeper layer) he was falling in love w/her & unconsciously wanted her to be happy with HIM.

There were times when there was ONE layer, such as: kyoko’s 1st grave visit. He was so off, rigid, unresponsive, & completely shut down. Everybody read him. Yuki, tohru, Arisa & hana. they just don’t know why he behaving like that. his trauma manifested itself deeply that he apologized to tohru in her sleep cuz he was “ too scared to even look at your face”.

- Kyo’s trauma takes physical shape: (Clutching his heart: PAIN, clutching his stomach : DISGUST) :

While confessing to tohru, kyo’s features spoke volumes. You can see disrepair, guilt, broken soul, sadness & surrender. His body reflected his emotions:

wide eyes (disbelief), Cat eyes (utter fear)

trembling body (overwhelmed with toxic emotions)

clutching his fists (anger at self) , opening fists (surrender to darkness)

hand covering face (shame), Hand around neck as he finished confessing abt kyoko & yuki (desire for death: the final judgement)

The most focused physical appearance was his fist clutching his heart: he was in so much pain as he narrated how he loved kyoko & found a friend in her, desired to make her happy, to find tohru for her, how his his mom withered away out of fear of him & how pitiful & sad he felt towards tohru for loving someone like him. It broke his heart to see them all suffer after knowing him. All the love he felt for them squeezed his heart tight, he wanted to pull it & rip it away. Above all, he was sad to loose them all. Sad he can’t be wit them.

Then he clutched his stomach: representing the pure disgust he felt at himself. As he realized that there is no escape from being responsible for their death, as he admitted he illogically blamed yuki, his disgust with himself boiled in his stomach. What kind of disgusting horrible person does that? blame someone illogically? I’m horrible, hateful & utterly undeserving to be forgiven. Being disgusted with one’s own self! oof! it was so well-done with animation!

-Tying Mature Themes with Child Trauma:

Through kyo’s story, there were different mature themes that excellently dictate his behavior, mentality & emotional well-being: Excellent writing!

(1) The desperate need for self-worth: To be good for once!

by constantly destroying his self-worth thro contempt (the sohmas), rejection (his mom), hate (his father), pity (kazuma/ kagura, initially), kyo searched for an outlet to be a worthy human. Someone who deserves to be loved for who he is. He found that in kyoko. It is brilliant that kyo didn’t look for a mom in kyoko. He called her “ old hag”, she told him unflattering facts abt herself “ neglecting her daughter”. she was his first real friend. He found comfort being with her. He wanted to return the intimate feeling he felt deep down, kyo is so hung up on giving as much as taking as it contradicts the notion of pity. The opportunity came! Helping her find her daughter! being someone who does good! Return the daughter & feel worthy of being a true friend, a man (aka a person). “ i’ll help her, I’ll protect her for sure! it’s a man’s promise” The promise in its core is abt kyo wanting to be a person. Not a monster, or a cat. A true real boy. Away from all the toxic past emotions. Being a man: means being a big boy (person) with good achievements! All this shattered when a better boy beats him to it. The boy who was always praised, loved & respected! kyo’s self-worth diminished greatly & all the toxic emotions came back!

(2) The downfall of faulty coping mechanism: Creating a Bad Guy:

I stated before that one of my fave scenes of kyo was in se02, ep23 when kyo lashed out at yuki on the stairs upon seeing the hat & how yuki felt nothing but pity towards kyo as he was stuck in the past while yuki moved on. Brilliant scene that explains why one moved on & the other didn;t. Yuki’s faulty coping mechanism was being withdrawn & shutting himself. This coping mechanism didnt make him feel better at all!!! Also, he doesn’t have regrets nor sins, he dealt with his faulty coping mechanism with tohru’s help & the school council & healed gradually. Forever loving the writer for writing the distinction between kyo & yuki logically without painting any as monster in reality. Kyo couldn’t do as yuki for the following reasons: ( remember the old theme of everybody heals on their own pace? love it )

(a) He was addicted to shifting the blame as it made him feel better abt himself!! he shifted his thoughts from “ I wanna go away for good” “ mom, why didn’t you kill me instead” to “ it’s not my fault at all, it’s yuki” No match between the two feelings! one leads to suicide, the other leads to feeling like a mere victim. The two feelings are wrong tho & He knows that! he isn’t ready to stop the drug. He can’t face himself. “ the bad guy, if he isn’t as awful as you think, who you’re left to blame”.

(b) nothing around him can make him feel better. Tohru? but she’s kyoko’s daughter! she’s a lonely orphan, carrying her mommy’s pic taking to it! why? cuz you didn't save her! Loving tohru? is good & I wish we can run away far & be together always! wake up! why would she wanna be with a disgusting monster like you?!! You dont deserve her! you who caused his mom to die, caused her mom to die, blamed an innocent guy! Yuki? yeah, look at yuki, you can never be like him, watch as his true kindness gets noticed by tohru, the school & everybody!! he’s everything you cant be!! he should be with tohru! not you!! Master kazuma? poor guy! you brought him nothing but misery! you see his sad smile, don’t you? he’s disappoint in you. Kagura? she pities you!

(b) Kyo can’t fix his mistakes. kyo watched as yuki got back with his brother, befriended haru again, goes back to the sohma estate for the holidays. he feels he cant have similar reweds as he cant bring the things he needed. his mom, kyoko, his bio dad’s affection, kazuma’s pride in him, tohru’s love & his own satisfaction at himself. kyo just hates kyo “so much, so intensely, so completely”

(c) his fault coping mechanism mirrors his dad’s. Kids pick up toxic habits from parents all the time. Even his suicidal thoughts mirrors his mom’s! brilliant writing!

3- running away from responsibilities: perfectly constructed theme!

Who didn’t? I’m guilty! ugh! one of the best themes in furuba hands down! Any other writer would have made kyo do it once, or twice & have him face it in climax & then deal with it. but NOT takaya-san! She excellently took her time with kyo repeating this exact mistakes over & over to better portray the theme & take it out from the boundaries of story-telling to realistic depiction & logical gradual progression:

kyo ran away from being accused of killing his mom (he’s completely innocent & isn’t responsible for his birth’s deformity/curse nor his mom’s suicide)

kyo ran away from accepting kyoko’s words that yuki isnt bad & most importantly that kyo is good. He had found relief in blaming yuki, now you wanna tell me I should look into myself? I’m bad! i dont wanna look. your words are weird “ no bad or good”  Everybody says otherwise, the sohmas, dad & mom! kyo angrily ran away (completely guilty but excused as child would be).

kyo ran away from facing kyoko’s body & wanted to punish himself with death. Depression took over him as “ master tried to get me to keep living”. (completely guilty in his own eyes, if only he tried to safe her, even if he transformed, Even if she still died regardless!!! he hates himself for choosing the disgusting kyo over the kind kyoko)

kyo ran away from telling tohru the truth upon seeing her, pretended not to know her, slowly dying each time she smiles, slowly falling in love & wishing for a chance with her, a chance he believes doesn't deserve.

Kyo ran away in se01, ep14 when remembering the accident as shigure  triggered him. Tohru consoled him & he lost the chance to come clean.

kyo is running away now. Unable to face her “ too scared to even look at your face”. “ I cant forgive me! I dont want you to fogive me either”

So, after running away the first time, kyo should’ve learned better, right? now in the climax, he shouldn’t  have run away? Yes, he should. cuz simply, he isnt ready. We dont learn from our mistakes cuz someone told us. we learn when we fix the core issue. A guy who thinks he deserves a chance in life would stand tall, confess his sins, argues, talks, tells the story unbiased,  then waits for verdict. kyo thinks he doesn’t deserve to be alive, thus, tells the story with server bias towards judging himself as unworthy. HE decided the verdict & didnt wait for tohru: “ I cant forgive ME! I dont want you to forgive me either” That’s why toru’s words fall flat. “ why cant you see the truth: I love you” he can’t tohru!! cuz right now it is NOT abt love. It is abt trauma!

4- Sever guilt & desire for disappearance (death):

As adults our mistakes loom over us & we’re constantly reminded of the “ what if I had acted differently”. This ties with kyo witnessing his mom’s horrible death at 4 years old. Death in itself is scary. A loved ones death is devastating. Watching it unfold in shocking unprepared way is destructive. kyo was destroyed. Not enough: he gotta carry the guilt as his dad & the sohma hammer the accusations. He gets another chance & loves another person. Only to watch the blood splash reach his shoes. “Guilty” whispers the past. “Guilty” confirms the present. He stands in front of the most precious person to him. Now what? If tohru forgives you, the pain goes away???? You wouldn’t repeat the ultimate mistake of killing her, would you? you ominous creature. Her mom warned you. The nightmare stands hovering over kyo’s head, waiting to come true. IT WILL COME TRUE!!! OMG!!!

if Akito does it. It wouldn’t be kyo’s fault, right?  If the car hit kyoko, it’s not my fault, right? if my mom did it herself, it wouldn’t be my fault, right?

But if only kyo didnt ran away, tohru would be alive. If only I pulled kyoko, she wouldn’t have died. If only I wasn’t born, mom wouldn't have killed herself.

The “ if only “ that killed kyo’s mom as she lamented “ if only I gave birth to the rat” will eventually destroy kyo! ugh!!! AMAZING WRITING!!!

5- The Right Time to Heal (self-desire or outside help?):

When yuki was trapped in Akito’s room, haru visited to help. did yuki accept it? NO. yuki didnt even remember much of it. Why? cuz it wasn’t the right time & yuki was too deep into darkness to notice, to accept & to change. It wasnt until he was out, in co-ed school, rebelling against akito, when tohru came, he accepted her, then it lead him to accept School Council & haru. Tohru had Arisa & hana, but never went to them in her darkest moment, hiding she was living in a tent, they were hurt & confronted her, still she kept hiding her fears, sadness & darkest thoughts, interfering in Arisa’s life to provide help, but never allowing them to interfere, until kyo came & broke her mask, she started to complain, talk, show true emotions & want things! She opened up to Isuzu, too. Arisa & hana weren’t the right ppl at the right time for tohru to heal. Kyo had kazuma to teach him better, kyoko to make him notice his mistakes, tohru to love him unconditionally, the right ppl, but all that was in the wrong time cuz he’s in his darkest moment now like yuki was, unable to see or accept. Healing requires self-desire & outside help, but it gotta be in the right moment, when you can see beyond the abyss & into the faint light of dawn. That’s when words will reach the heart. Kyo need to fall so hard, in order to stand up again. Today, he unloaded his burden, threw up the disgust he felt towards himself, spewed all the hate against the real bad guy: himself! Kyo is kyo’s bad guy, has always been. He needs to let go of hating himself & accept the kind gentle kyo that kyoko & tohru saw ~

Side Notes:

This ep is why furuba wins & deserves 20 years of recognition among manga-readers! this story is real! it is NO sweet fairy tale of two lovers. It is abt one’s self & desire to live. All of them struggle with  this particular desire: kyo, tohru, yuki & the rest.

kid kyo was looking for young tohru all night! T_T

this ep of kyo confessing/ narrating his past , reminded me of yuki’s 3 eps of him confessing/ narrating his past!!! ugh! I wish tohru had that! ahhhh.

The 4 months in the mountains weren’t training!!!!! they were depression & suicidal thoughts! ouch!!

Perspectives are what dictate our feelings: Through yuki’s eyes, kyo was so happy with a loving father, friends around him & a house outside the sohmas. Thus, yuki envied him & wished to die not knowing kyo was living in trauma & feeling utter contempt & self-loath. Through kyo’s eyes, yuki was so happy with a living loving family, friends around him & a house with respect. Thus, kyo envied him & wished to die Not knowing that yuki was suffering abuse & neglect!

I love the pacing of this ep!!! It gives room to feel pain & understand the situation!!! I didn’t feel the headache of the bullet train!! THANK GOD!!! SO SATISFIED!!! I was invested all the time!

kyoko’s “ I’ll never forgive you” really destroyed kyo & went beyond it to destroy her own daughter! AAAAAAHHHH ~ T_T

I have some issues with the “ I forgot” part. It makes no sense that they make him forget the accident only to do the cheap cliff hanger in ep 6, then lazily weave it into his confession to tohru in ep. 8. He always remembered the accident. Apologized to tohru in her sleep in se01. ep14 for that exact accident, Then in se02, ep 9. It was ALWAYS in his mind! ALWAYS. Sorry Mr. Director. very lame try. lol.

The only thing I didn’t like is the music! very weird choices throughout the ep! especially at the end. Why a happy music over kyo’s “ I’m disappointed in you? lol!! its sad & tragic?! weird!!!!

I will talk abt Tohru will be in part 2. (her choice, kyo’s answer to her & the need to let go of her mom, the sohmas & of... kyo.

[obsessive-ego]

Invisible?

Beetlejuice x reader

Beej and reader have a fight, reader pretends beej is invisible to get back at him

Sorta nsft, crude language

"I cant believe you, I asked you multiple times, we had a deal and still"

Beetlejuice, after promising he wouldnt, scared the piss out of your friend who dropped by to help you fix your laptop, you two had a deal, he refrains from scaring and you buy him those salted tarantulas he loved so much. But no, he broke your deal. Your poor friend was was in tears it was so bad, he even left his coat behind, even worse he wouldnt responded to your calls or texts as you were trying to do damage control and cover up what beetlejuice did.

"Come on babes, i was doing ya a favor-"

"How?! By ruining what little soical life I have?! Making the people I care about be afraid to come near me?!" You snap back, you didnt have many friends, there was nothing wrong with that, you just only had a few, and now you're terrified that you lost one for good because of the demon.

Glancing to your phone, still no response

"Well he's gotta come back for his coat sugar" beetlejuice shrugs

You scowl at the ghoul, Beetlejuice's confidence shrinks at the sight of how mad you really were, to the point it looked like you were going to cry, he huffs.

"Like I said sugar, I was doing you a favor, I KNOW guys like that, they help a gal out, in hopes they'll get a little-"

"YOU DONT KNOW SHIT!"

the ghoul flinches at your tone, purple hue taking over his appearance, you never raised your voice to that extent.

"We had a deal, you broke it cuz you dont care about anything but a cheap thrill" you were right in his face, it was a weird scene, a delicate breather yelling at a demon they have backed into the wall.

"Whoa there, believe me, your friend-"

"I don't want to hear it, if shit went bad I would have called you, but they would never do that, you're just looking for an excuse to-" you sigh, deflating and anger being replaced with exhaustion "who cares, theres no point in even arguing with you, just forget it" you back down, and shuffle to your bedroom to mope, curious on why you gave up, beetlejuice follows, till he gets to your room, placing his ear against the door, nothing.

He huffs, okay so maybe he just wanted to scare your friend, to have his cake and eat it too, and maybe he was jealous at how well the two of you got along, and yeah he was lying on how he could tell your friend had alternative motives, but hes a demon straight from hell, scaring is what he does, deal or no deal, you dont ask a bird to stop flying. Floating over to the living room he flops down on the couch, he sighs, whatever, you'll be back to your easy going self tomorrow, and you'll forgive him, like always, you were the bigger person after all.

...

Morning comes and Beetlejuice perks up when he sees you heading to the kitchen to start your morning routine, he quickly joins you, eager to see if your not as mad as you were for his little joke.

"Morning babes"

No response, maybe you're still half asleep.

"G'morning" the tries again a little louder, still no response, he huffs, grabbing onto your arm and giving it a yank, causing you to stumble "I said, morning"

You yank your arm back, refusing to look at the ghoul as you continue to make your coffee

You brush past him as if he was invisible, you were still mad.

"So you're gonna give me the cold shoulder huh? You're gonna regret that" he mutters watching you stare at your phone as you enjoyed your morning coffee.

It starts off simple, beetlejuice slapping your phone out of your hand, and you picking it back up as if you dropped it, then he bumped it up following you around the house being in the way, following you into your room, leaning against the door watching you get dressed, making lewd comments and gestures the entire time

"Pretty cute panties sugar, shame they don't match the bra" "why dont you just hang around in your undies today baby? It's too hot to not" giving you a jerking off motion the whole time you were changing.

But Still no response from you, you were being so stone faced, beetlejuice had to legit question if he was invisible again, he wasnt. What happened to his jumpy easily embarrassed breather? Were you really that upset?

The entire day went on like this, every time you would make eye contact with beej he would pull a disgusting face to try and get something from you, dehinging his jaw, and have a tarantula crawl out, or replacing his eyes with mouths, at one point he pull out all the stops, a face so horrible and horrific, he did get you to react,seeing the colour drain from your face, but you made a quick retreat to the bathroom to regroup, a small victory and he took it, shame you didnt scream or curse at him though.

Leaning against the closed bathroom door he snickers "nice try babes, I'll give ya that, but no one can ignore the ghost with the most, so how about you drop this silly game"

No response

Enough was enough, Hes had it with this childish game, you're supposed to be the bigger person not him, beetlejuice phases his head through the door, completely red "I WILL NOT BE IGNORED Y/N" he shrieked, steam practically coming out of his ears.

And as if on cue, you leave the bathroom as if you didnt have a ghost head screaming at you on the door.

The red quickly leaves Beetlejuice's hair and is replaced with an awful mix of blue and purple, this was worse then being banished, he'd rather have you yelling at him then this, at least you'd be talking to him, acknowledging him, pulling his head out of the door, he floats after you.

Seeing you sitting on the couch messing around with your phone, he sits down next to you, you dont look up from what you're doing, but you do notice his now purple and blue hue, as bad as you feel about that, You cant break now.

The rest if the evening beetlejuice hung close by you, never saying a word, never touching you, just being there, watching you.

As you head to bed, the ghoul doesnt follow, he stays behind twiddling his thumbs, feeling rotten, he forgot how awful it was to be invisible, and hell he wasnt, he was just being treated as such, what's gotten into you? You're never this strict on being mad with him, you normally would break by now. He sighs, were you really that mad at him messing with your friend? How long will this go on? He didnt want the one breather he cared for so much to pretend he wasnt there anymore. Being invisible sucks, being alone sucks, he wants your attention back, he wants you back.

As you get yourself ready for bed, you hear a knock at your door, weird, cuz beetlejuice would either just barge in or walk through the wall, before you could debate on acknowledging him you hear him speak

"Hey, y/n? I get it, you're pissed, and this is you getting back at me, yeah, I know I broke our deal, and our promise, and scared the piss out of that scrawny breather, and I'm sorry"

You basically go bug eyed at that, you didnt think beetlejuice was capable of apologizing

"I'd rather you be screaming at me till you're blue in the tits, then to have you ignore me, a harsh reminder how lonely I use to be when I was invisible, without you, so..." he trailed off

You opened the door to see the demon, completely purple, he flinches at the sight of you, nervous on how you'd react

"I forgive you" you say softly

You see Beetlejuice's expression change on a dime, to depressed to over joyed, in a split second you were in him arms, his scruffy beard rubbing against your neck as he spun you around the room, once the spinning stops the demon still hold you tight, refusing to let your feet touch the ground.

"That's all I wanted from you, an apology" you manage to squeak out

"You should have said so sweets"

"That's not the point" you push away from the ghoul as a signal you want to be pit down, he reluctantly does so "the point is I shouldn't have to tell you, and I know it's something we gotta work on if we're gonna make this whole thing work, I dont like being mad at you" you sigh "but let's drop it for tonight yeah?" You walk over to the bed, turning to face the demon, slightly purple, fiddling with his tie, you give him a soft smile "would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

The purple hue quickly leaves him and is replaced with soft pink and green, yes beetlejuice has slept with you on many occasions, but was NEVER invited, he always just snuck in while you were asleep and see your embarrassed face in the morning.

"Only if you'll respect me in the morning, babes"

You snort a laugh "of course Beej"

In a flash you were tucked in with beetlejuice next to you, his arms wrapped around you, more then two, hands holding you as if you would up and leave him, one tangled in your hair, one rubbing your back, one on each shoulder, hell you even felt them gripping your ankles, and yet not a one groping you in any way, it was a mess of limbs.

"I guess you're not invisible anymore huh?" You whisper

The demon snorts, pulling you closer to his side "you're gonna regret that joke sugar"

You try to smile but are interrupted with a yawn.

"Night sweets"

Bonus

Waking up in the middle of the night as you're known to do, forgetting the demon was holding you, you wake up in an anxious state, you quickly calm down when you remember what happened earlier. The ghoul's hands were still all over you, still shocked that not a single one has tried to grope you, as he was known to do.

You sigh content that your little childish game got the better of him, yes you felt bad about it, but it paid off to get him to take something seriously.

As you were about to go back to sleep a low grumble catches your attention, looking over to beej, in the dark you you could see he was more purple then green, you frown.

"Y/n don't leave me alone...." a low mumble, Beetlejuice's grip tightens around you, pulling you close to him, was he talking in his sleep?

You snuggle close to the demon, gently kiss his lips and whisper

"I wont, I promise"

Despite the ghoul being asleep you swear you see him smile.

Tomorrow you'll make it up to him for your childish torment.

[euphoricsunflowers]

big boys, submissive hearts - jeong yunho and song mingi

a/n: yo i really wish i had some kind of consistency in the amount to which i write for requests cuz good gOD. also i totally forgot that the reader was supposed to be small and like it was supposed to be a super size kink heavy fic. tell me if you want me to rewrite it.

contains: fem! reader, threesome, yunho used to have feels for mingi, mingi is lowkey a switch but he doms yunho a bit so, a small bit of pet play, we’re a lil mean to yunho, oral (fem receiving), handjobs, fingering (male receiving), pegging, and protected sex (wrap that shit up kids).

warnings: wrap it before you tap it that’s all i got to say.

word count: 2.4k

summary: a threesome with your boyfriend and his best friend.

you sighed, rubbing you temples, “so when’s he supposed to get here?”

“he said he’d be here at seven. we’re gonna watch the movie like planned… and if you’re okay with it… maybe we could do a bit more than watch the movie after,” yunho said.

“i mean, i suppose it’s fine. i just… just to be sure: you don’t want to do this because you’re unsatisfied with our sex life, right?” you look up at him for any small hint that he’s unhappy with what you have going on, but find nothing.

“no! oh god no i love our sex life! it’s just…”

“what?”

“our sex life came up in conversation, and mingi said he was curious because he’s… never been submissive before.” he rubs the back of his head, and you blink.

“and you told him he could join us?”

“i said i would talk to you! i was also… attracted to mingi once… so i liked the idea too.”

“ahh, then alright then.”

“really?!”

“i think mingi will look almost as cute on his knees for me as you do… almost…” you smile softly, wrapping your arms around him, laying your head against his chest. you were much smaller than yunho, and it was almost always him protecting you, but in the bedroom… things were different.

yunho was just a people pleaser. he was incredibly nice and kind to everyone and that translated to always doing whatever it took to please you. this was the one time you could pay back all the times he did things for you because you liked them. you were sure yunho loved you, so there wasn’t a worry about what his feelings about mingi were currently. in fact…

—

mingi arrives right at 7:00 pm, and the movie starts maybe a couple minutes later. mingi starts out sitting pretty far from the both of you, but you tell him to move closer, that it’s ok to relax around you.

maybe thirty minutes in, he seems to finally have relaxed. he rests his head on your thighs as you brush your fingers through his hair while yunho has attached himself to your side, holding onto your arm for dear life and nuzzling his head on your shoulder.

it’s a softer scene that you weren’t quite ready for. you were much more ready to have the both of them on their knees for you. you decided that if mingi truly was new to the whole submissive side, then you’d start with yunho.

you take your hand that was threading through mingi’s hair and immediately he notices. mingi sits up, and you start to rub yunho’s inner thigh while keeping eye contact with mingi. yunho must have fallen asleep, because he’s barely conscious but he’s also already moaning softly.

“wake up, baby, the fun’s about to start.” you whisper to him, and yunho seems energetic immediately, his eyes lighting up.

“wait, can i ask you something really quick?” mingi chimes in, the first time he’s really said something during these past few minutes. you nod at him and he asks, “is there something i should call you?”

“what would you be comfortable with, mingi? you can call me whatever you want, but don’t go out of your way to do anything that yunho does or i want you to do if you’re uncomfortable, okay? do you have a safeword?”

“i-i, yeah, it’s pepper.”

“alright. pepper. please remember it and don’t be afraid to use it.”

“okay.” he rushes to say, probably excited to get in on the action, but you hush him.

“really mingi. i want you to be able to voice any discomfort because you’re not used to this and i don’t know your limits, okay?”

“yes, i’ll make sure to tell you if i’m uncomfortable.”

“good. then, let’s move this to the bedroom. both of you: go upstairs and strip. be on your knees on the floor in front of the bed,” you order, and yunho’s up in a second. mingi’s slower to react, but he lets yunho drag him upstairs.

you wait a few minutes before heading upstairs. both boys did exactly as you asked, both stripped down and in front of the bed. you walk towards mingi, running your hand gently through his hair, “look at you both. so big and tall, yet so submissive for me. you’ll be good, right?”

and he nods. you smile softly at him, leaning down to press a small kiss on his forehead. the rather soft moment doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, as you can clearly hear from the whines coming from your left.

you walk over to yunho, pulling him by the hair a lot tougher than you did with mingi, but the yelp he lets out doesn’t worry you much when you see the smile on his face, “i wonder what your friends would think knowing you’re just my toy to play with, puppy. judging by how loud you’re being right now, i’d say you want them to know.”

yunho shivers at the pet name that he loves oh so much, “yes, yes, i want them to see just how good i am for you.”

“then let’s show mingi just how good you are for me, and maybe next time you can show all your friends just who owns you,” yunho whines at your words desperately, and you laugh, pecking him on the lips, “for starters, why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use?”

yunho immediately nods, and you take your turn to strip, quickly winking at the other boy. he cheeks turn red as he makes out all the curves of your body he never got to see until now, “alright, mingi, you can get on the bed, but yunho’s going to stay on the floor where he belongs.”

you sit on the edge of the bed and mingi sits half beside, half behind you with you between his legs. he starts kissing on your shoulder and neck as yunho sits still, impatiently waiting for your permission, “you can go, puppy. do a good job, you only get to cum tonight if i do.”

and that seems to be the only modivation he needs as his mouth is immediately on your heat. lucky for yunho: he knows exactly what he’s doing. he’s flicking his tongue against your clit just how you like and his heavy breaths every time he pulls back for a second again you make you shiver. unfortunately, he places his hand on your thigh to keep a good grip on you and that just won’t do.

you pull him off you roughly, tugging at his hair life you’re trying to hurt him, and to be honest: you are, “i didn’t say you could touch me. you’re not being a very good puppy, are you?”

he gazes at you sadly at first, but he eventually drops his head and mumbles a small “no,”.

“mingi?” you call out to him for the first time in a while, and he hums in response, “go grab a belt out of my drawer. it’s the third one down on the left.”

he gets up and searches through the drawer, handing you the belt you asked for, “tie his hands behind his back, just so my puppy doesn’t make the same mistake again.”

mingi is honestly more nervous than yunho, shaking as he ties yunho’s hands and returns to his spot behind you. yunho resumes eating you out the second you let him. he drives you to your high easier than you expected, and you can never seem to brace yourself for it because it always takes you by surprise. you let out an incredibly loud, pornographic moan, holding onto yunho’s head and using him to ride out your orgasm.

after taking a second to relax, you move mingi to the side a bit and call yunho over to finally join you both in the bed, “you’re going to watch, pretty boy. touch yunho if you want, his nipples are really sensitive so feel free to play with him.”

mingi nods shakily, and you get up to search through the same drawer as earlier, finding exactly what you’re looking for and placing onto the end. yunho doesn’t even need to see what you’re doing to know he’s going to get ruined, and he’s honestly so excited.

you’re looking for one last thing when you hear a gasp and turn to see mingi running his nail along the length of yunho’s dick. you raise an eyebrow but don’t stop him, a small smirk on your face. you did say he could touch yunho. plus, it gave you an idea. you whisper something to mingi, and he seems to get what you’re saying immediately.

you squeezed some lube onto your fingers and yunho pouts, “puppy, i need to stretch you out a bit, so be patient with me.”

you can easily slide in one finger and then one becomes two and two becomes three and you pump your fingers in and out slightly, you know, just to rile him up. mingi is still just teasing him, running his nails up and down, pressing hard down on yunho’s tip, but not giving him any kind of relief.

yunho’s pain seems to have subsided as he’s moaning freely now, and you slide your fingers out only to quickly push a strap covered in lube in. guess he didn’t notice that you had that on, too lost in the pleasure. it takes little effort to get yunho moaning and babbling and he wants to grab out and hold on to you for stability, but his hands are still tied.

“hey mingi?”

“hm?”

“you think he’s loud now, you should hear him when he orgasms,” you say as you throw on of yunho’s legs over your shoulder to hit just the right spot. yunho screams out as you repeatedly hit his prostate, and he’s absolutely done for when mingi finally gives his dick the attention it needed to push him over the edge. yunho cums with a final piercing moan, his chest and stomach covered as he pants, still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm.

you pull out and look over at mingi. he’s the only one who hasn’t really gotten any attention yet, and you’re determined to make sure he does, “yunho, baby, you did really well. can you do one more thing for me?”

yunho nods, a bit dazed still. you move over to mingi, sitting beside him and running your hand through his hair one last time. you’ve learned it calms and relaxes him.

“so, you’re new to being submissive, right?”

“y-yes,”

“then let’s take this easy. i’ll let you fuck me, but i’ll control everything. you don’t need to worry about a thing. just do what i say and i promise you’ll feel really good, okay?”

“okay,” he murmurs, and you pull him in for a kiss. he kisses differently than yunho, not any better or worse, just different. you shift and pull mingi down so he’s on top of you, “i should already be wet enough, so don’t bother with lube. there’s condoms on the dresser.”

he looks over and indeed there is a plastic box and he opens it to find at least ten, maybe fifteen condoms, “you guys are really big on protection, huh?”

“not that i doubt yunho’s pull out game, even though i absolutely do, but it’s just in case. i really can’t be getting pregnant.”

mingi shrugs and puts the condom on, moving back on top of you, “now, i want you to sink yourself inside me and feel me, but don’t move until i tell you to, okay, pretty boy?”

he nods, slipping inside you easily. you look over at yunho, who’s completely back to being energetic after maybe a few minutes of post orgasm quiet, “remember when i said i needed you to do one more thing, yunho?”

he nods, “whatever it is, mommy, i’ll do it for you.”

you smile, “i knew you were a good boy,” you reach your hand out for yunho’s length, and though it’s not as bad as it would have been immediately post orgasm, yunho still yelps out in overstimulation, “i’m going to jerk you off while mingi fucks me. you don’t get to cum until after he does, alright?”

yunho nods desperately, though he knows exactly what you’re doing. you let mingi start pumping in and out of you, albeit slowly and the contract between his speed and yours on yunho’s dick is night and day. yunho’s going to be begging for a second orgasm before mingi is even near his first. and, just like you thought, he was, “shit! y/n!! p-please slow down!! if you keep— oh my god!— keep going at this pace, it won’t be much longer until i-!”

“that seems like your problem, puppy,” you whisper, making yunho whimper from the hopelessness. even though you’re letting mingi speed up and chase his high, there’s no way yunho’s lasting until after mingi.

yunho lets out his signature moan he does when he’s cumming, and for the second time tonight, yunho orgasm, much more intensely the second time.

mingi’s not far behind as he buries his head in your neck in embarrassment at the moans he’s letting out, “it’s alright, pretty boy, you’re a good boy for me, right?”

“r-right, i—“

“cum, mingi,” you demand, and mingi immediately falls apart on top of you. he shakes and moans as you push your hips up to increase the pleasure he’s feeling. mingi stops just before you could feel yourself starting to build up another orgasm, but it’s alright. you had more pressing issues on your hands.

“well, looks like my puppy’s not that good at listening. that, or he’s just too horny to keep himself from cumming for a few more seconds,” you say to nobody in particular. you can feel yunho’s shame radiating off from him, “looks like tonight isn’t over yet, pup.”

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Only Temporary

Word Count: 3,289

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, OC Characters

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Platonic!Reader; Sam Winchester x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff at the beginning, death; TW: slight panic attack

A/N: okay writing with writer’s block and just writing in general is giving me way more anxiety than before cuz I already know it’s not good but I haven’t posted any content in so long and i feel really really bad, and i know its really long but I just could NOT tie it up n e wayz here it is sorry don’t h8 me plz

Masterlist

You pressed your hand against your stomach, over your bleeding wound as you bit your lip, holding in your cries. You whimpered softly, hearing footsteps, hearing footsteps as clutched your gun tightly, pushing yourself up.

You only counted one vampire, a maximum of two. You never expected a full nest, which surprised you when you first made your plan.

You bent over, holding yourself up as you cocked your gun, shooting at the man who walked in front of you.

“What the hell?!” you heard him yell, watching the bullet go just past his head, hitting the wall behind him.

Damn it

You could see everything getting distorted as the two men ran into the room, both pointing their guns at you.

“Drop your guns,” you pointed your gun at one of them.

“Dean, she’s bleeding,” Sam whispered.

“I said drop them!” you raised your voice, pushing yourself up as your bloodied hand gripped your gun.

“Look, we’re here to help, okay?” Sam started, putting his hands up as he put the gun down next to him, motioning to Dean.

Dean looked at you, then at Sam before nodding, putting his gun down.

You could hear your ears ringing as you scrunched your eyes, falling against the wall next to you.

“You’re gonna bleed out,” Dean said.

“Let us get you help,” Sam gave you a worried expression, as he took a step forward.

“How do I know I can trust you?” you clenched your jaw.

“Either you trust us or you die,” Dean replied.

You could see your vision blurring as your gun slipped through your fingers. 

Sam immediately ran to you, before you collapsed.

“You’re bleeding a lot,” Sam pointed out.

“No shit, Sherlock. You’re not that bright, are you…” your voice faded as you closed your eyes, your body going limp. 

---

You gasped loudly, jumping up in your bed, startled as you looked around the room. You scrunched your eyes, trying to remember what happened, and where you were.

You found yourself laying on a bed, in a dark, empty room. You stood up, wincing softly, looking down at your stomach, which was covered in bandages.

You grabbed your knife out of your pocket, slowly walking out of the room.

“Who are you guys?” they both looked up, tending slightly as Sam stood up.

“We’re hunters. I’m Sam, and this is my brother, Dean,” he explained.

“Where are we?” you asked.

“A bunker. We live here,” Dean said.

You put your knife back into your pocket, taking a few steps forward.

“Thanks for helping me,” you said.

“(Y/N),” you shook Sam’s hand as you gave him a quick smile.

“Nice to meet you. So, what were you hunting, exactly,” Sam motioned for you to sit in a chair next to him as you nodded.

“Vampires. I thought there were only two, maybe three, but there was a whole nest. And if memory serves, there should only be four left,” you explained.

“Wait, what? That means… how did you go against all of them?” Dean frowned as he turned to you.

“Uhm, I cut their heads off? Look, I gotta get going,” you started.

“Do you need help?” Sam asked.

“Nope,” your voice drifted off as you got a phone call, your face dropping.

“One minute,” you got up from your seat, walking away as you answered it.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sam immediately whisper-yelled, turning to Dean.

“What?!” he whispered back.

“Don't even think about eavesdropping,” Sam said.

“I wasn't going to,” he rolled his eyes.

---

“What the hell? What’s the one rule I have? Don’t call me,” you raised your voice slightly.

“I’m sorry, you haven't called for two days and I was getting worried,” your brother's voice wavered as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, kid, something happened. I’ll see you in a few hours,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” he replied as you hung up the phone. 

You ran your fingers through your hair, sighing as you shook your head. Your parents died when you were only 15, leading you into a life with hunting, and taking care of your younger brother, who was only five at the time.

You tried your hardest to keep him safe, meaning keeping him far away at any hotel room you could find. His current home was a hotel in Kansas, seeing that wasn't too far from where you were currently. You felt slight guilt, leaving a 13-year-old on his own, but you made sure to check with him whenever you could.

“Is everything okay?” Dean asked, walking up to you.

“Yeah. Uhm, thanks for all of this, but I have to get going now,” you gave Dean a small smile, about to walk away before he called for you once again.

“Wait, so are you just gonna go after them alone?” Dean asked.

You raised an eyebrow, before nodding.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” you replied sarcastically.

“Well, if you need backup,” he started.

“I don’t typically work with other hunters,” you interrupted him.

“Neither do we. If you need any help or anything, here are our numbers,” he handed you a sheet of paper before you hesitantly took it.

“Thanks, it was nice to meet you,” you waved to the two of them before leaving.

---

“Jackson? I’m home!” you called out, walking into the hotel room.

Before you had the chance to flip the lights on, he ran to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he buried his neck in your arm.

“Hey, I missed you too,” you smiled softly, ruffling his hair.

“Look, I’m almost your height,” he looked up at you.

“In your dreams, kid. Come on, how was this week of school?” you asked, walking with him as the two of you sat down on the small table in the room.

“Same as usual. I hate being the new kid all the time, got bullied a little. Oh, and I made a friend,” he exclaimed.

“A friend? Interesting. By the way, if someone messes with you, just flash them your knife,” you kicked your feet up on the table as you laid back into the chair.

“Uh, no. I’m too scared to do that. That’s how I got my friend, by the way. They picked up my knife after it fell out of my pocket. They were surprisingly chill with it,” he replied.

“Huh,” you shrugged.

“Also, (Y/N), I finished all my homework, so can we watch a movie or something?” he asked.

You looked at the time before sighing, it was only 8. Fine, but, we’re not watching The Untouchables again, okay?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Fine, can we watch Tombstone?” he asked.

“How did you watch that?! It’s rated R!” you scolded.

“It was playing one night,” he shrugged.

You playfully wrapped your arm around his neck, dragging him to the bed as you ran your fingers through his hair, playing with it.

Your brother struggled with anxiety, and you tried to do whatever you could to help him or keep him safe. He felt most at peace when you would play with his hair while he laid his head in your lap.

“I missed you a lot,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I missed you too, kid,” you sighed.

“I wish things were different,” he looked up at you.

“They will be. This is only-” you started.

“Only temporary, yeah, I know,” Jackson finished your sentence.

You kissed his forehead softly. 

“Come on, smart ass, let’s watch.”

---

“Okay, I’ll try to call you when I can. Remember, don’t be dumb. Bye,” you hung up the call from your brother, putting your phone in your bag.

It had been a week since your encounter with the Winchesters, and just like you’d expect, there was another murder, a woman found with her throat ripped out. It was still in Kansas, 3 hours from your hotel room. 

“Hey, I’m Agent-” you began.

“Agent Willis, I’m aware, your partners are waiting for you inside,” you frowned, tensing up as you rested your hand on your gun, staying alert as the officer led you in, only to see Sam and Dean in front of you.

You let go of your gun, tensing up as you clenched your jaw.

“Agents, I wasn’t expecting to see you two here,” you controlled your glare at them, not wanting to make a scene.

“Yeah, well, the director sent us to meet you here,”  Dean quickly lied.

He stood next to you, whispering.

“Don’t cause a scene,” he said,

“I told you I didn’t need any help,” you smiled, whispering to him from the corner of your mouth.

“Well, I’ll leave you three alone,” the officer walked away from the body, as you turned to Sam and Dean.

“Hijacking my hunt? Seriously?” you glared,

“What? Dean told me you called and asked for help,” Sam frowned, as the two of you turned to Dean.

“I didn’t feel good about you doing this alone,” Dean said.

“I’ve been hunting alone for as long as I can remember, I am fine,” you snapped.

“I’m sorry about Dean’s action. Maybe we’ll just leave,” Sam said.

“Well, now it’s too late. If you two leave now, it’ll look suspicious to the entire department. As much as I hate you, you have to stay and help me,” you rolled your eyes.

Sam’s face dropped slightly, feeling guilty, while Dean tried to hide his joy.

After being almost left for dead by hunters one too many times, you decided you would rather stay on your own. It was also better and safer for Jackson. The fewer people that knew him or knew about him, the less danger he was in. 

“You with us?” Dean snapped his fingers in your face as you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t do that ever again,” you glared at Dean.

This was going to be fun

---

“That’s what I call a successful hunt. You’re a great shot, kid,” Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulder, the three of you entering a diner.

You smiled softly, slightly annoyed but dealing with it. The Winchesters were unlike any hunters you'd ever met, they were empathetic, they weren't just machines. They began to grow on you. 

You sat down in the booth in front of Sam and Dean, while Dean quickly grabbed the menu.

“How long have you been hunting anyway?” Sam asked.

“Ehhhh, 8 years? Give or take some time,” you shrugged.

“8 years?! I thought you were in your 20’s,” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“My parents died when I was younger. It was a kitsune,” you replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” Dean’s face dropped slightly.

“Well, I’m fine, I mean it was a long time ago anyway,” you shook your head.

“So you’re just on your own?” Sam asked softly.

“Well, yeah,” you started.

Well, no

“But honestly I prefer being on my own anyway,” you said.

“Well, if you ever need any help or anything at all, don’t be shy to reach out to us.”

Your mind began to race to all the negative outcomes of what could happen if you let people in. You simply nodded your head, keeping your thoughts to yourself. You kept thinking about Jackson, trying to make sure he’d be safe. That was your only priority, to keep him safe.

The three of you went back to eating fries, laughing, and celebrating together before you made your way back to the hotel.

---

Over the course of the next few months, you found yourself getting closer and closer with the Winchesters. You felt slightly bad about lying to them about your brother, but from what you gathered, anyone close to them was in danger, which included yourself. They invited you to live with them multiple times, while you shot them down every single time, thinking about Jackson. 

One day he would have to meet them, and they would have to meet him, but that day wasn't going to come soon. Dean reminded you of Jackson a lot, having many similar traits. 

You walked into the hotel room, noticing all the lights off as you raised an eyebrow, looking at the time. It was midnight. He was probably asleep.

You walked to the bed, noticing it was empty as you tensed up.

“Jackson?” you called, feeling panic growing in your chest.

“Jackson,” you flipped on the lights, running to the bathroom to look for him, only to find it empty.

“Jackson!” you yelled.

You ran outside, getting into your car quickly as you dialed his number one more time. There were only a few places he would go, and you intended on finding him, no matter what.

---

It’s been over a day since you got back, still receiving no phone call from him, still unable to find him. You went to his school, asking people around, you went to the library, asking anyone if they’d seen him in the last two days. 

No one had.

You could feel your heart aching, as you closed your eyes, biting your lip as you held in a cry. You sat in your car, rubbing your fingers through your hair, trying to rack up any place he would possibly be.

You jumped slightly, hearing someone knocking at the window before furrowing your eyes, seeing Dean standing at the window.

You got out of the car, wiping your eyes as you looked at him.

“H-Hey, I didn't know you were in town,” you said.

“Yeah, are you working the case here too?” he asked.

“C-Case? What case?” you tensed up.

“The kitsune case? Are you okay? You don’t look too well,” Dean frowned, as he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I need to tell you and Sam something,” your voice wavered as your eyes watered once more, looking up at Dean.

“O-Okay, come with me then.”

---

“I’m so, so sorry I didn't tell you guys before. I-I just thought the fewer people who knew about him, the safer he would be, b-but now I-I can’t,” you stopped yourself, letting out a shaky breath as you rested your head in your hands, trying to keep yourself from breaking in front of Sam and Dean.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll find him, (Y/N),” Sam held your shaking hand, squeezing it gently.

“He’s all I have left,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Well, what can you tell us that can help?” Dean asked, sitting in front of you.

“I don’t know. I looked everywhere he goes, and he wasn’t there… wait, Dean. Y-You said there was a kitsune case in town?” your heart stopped slightly.

“Yeah…”

“What if it’s the same kitsune that killed my parents? I-I was never… I could never track her down. W-What if she’s back for him? What if she kills him?” you began to breathe heavily, your vision blurring as you looked to the floor.

“(Y/N),” Dean started, frowning slightly as he gave you a look.

You could feel your chest tightening as you squeezed Sam’s hand tightly, your body shaking. You let go of Sam’s hand, holding your head in your hands as you clenched your jaw, closing your eyes.

“(Y/N)? What is it? What’s wrong?” Sam looked at you worriedly.

“I-I don’t know…” your voice faded out as you inhaled deeply, finding it hard to do so.

“I think you’re having a panic attack. (Y/N), you need to breathe,” Dean squatted down, looking at you softly.

“I-I’m trying,” you wheezed, feeling your tears streaming down your cheek.

“Sam, go get a blanket and some water. (Y/N), look at me,” Dean put his hand on your shoulder, lifting your head.

“I-I…” your voice broke as you opened your eyes, looking at Dean.

“(Y/N), we are going to find him. He is going to be okay,” he stroked your cheek softly, wiping away your tears as you nodded your head softly.

“Come here,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, rocking you, calming you down.

---

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Dean entered the bunker, looking around.

“In her room. She’s been in there for a week,” Sam sighed, looking up at Dean.

“We need to help her,” Dean sat down in front of Sam, sitting at the table in the war room.

“There’s nothing we can do, Dean. We were too late. We found his body. She just needs some time to process.”

Dean looked at your room, seeing the door closed as he sighed. It was something no one could ever forget. Finally tracking down the kitsune, finding Jackson’s body.

He stood up, walking to your room as he knocked at the door.

“(Y/N)? I’m coming in,” he opened the door, finding you sitting up in your bed, wrapping your arms around your legs as you buried your head in your lap.

“(Y/N),” Dean put his arm around your back, pulling you close to him.

You sighed softly, keeping your tears at bay as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked.

“I just wish I could forget all about it,” you replied, your voice low.

“I know,” he started.

“Can you call Cas?” you asked softly.

“What? Wait, you’re being serious? (Y/N),” Dean warned, giving you a frown.

“I can’t live like this, Dean. I’m trying so hard not to give up,” you whispered.

“Why would you… (Y/N), the only way to deal with this is to deal with it. You can’t just forget about your problems and move on. You need to grieve, you need to process.”

“Not forever, just for now-”

“(Y/N),”

“Dean, please. I need this.”

Dean paused, running his fingers through his hair before exhaling softly.

“Fine, I’ll call him,” 

You let out a breath of relief, thanking Dean as you held onto him.

---

You smiled at Sam and Dean, walking down the hallway in the bunker before sitting next to Dean, kicking your feet up.

“(Y/N), my books,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Then you can move them,” you shrugged innocently.

Sam glared at you, pulling his books away from you before raising an eyebrow to Dean.

Dean only glared back.

“Do grandpa and grandpa need a moment? Seriously, what’s going on? Dean, did you throw away Sam’s smoothie? Sam, did you eat his pie?” you raised an eyebrow, eyeing the two Winchesters.

Sam closed his book, standing up and walking away from the two of you.

You sat up, looking slightly concerned as you looked at Dean.

“I just need to talk to him, give me a minute,” Dean quickly stood up, running towards Sam.

“Hey, what the hell is your problem?” Dean whisper-yelled.

“This is such a dumb idea, Dean. People can’t just forget and move on,” Sam replied.

“It was her choice, and as her friend, we should respect that, okay?” Dean tried to keep his voice down.

“We should've convinced her not to,” Sam shook his head.

“It’s only-” Dean started.

“Only temporary, I know. You keep saying that but it’s been two months, Dean. It's not temporary anymore. Instead of trying to convince her to remember, we just pushed it away. That’s not what we’re supposed to do. We’re supposed to be her friends and we’re supposed to be there for her, not encourage her to push it away,” Sam said, frustrated.

“I know, just give it some more time,” the two of them turned to you, watching you smile softly at yourself, thinking of whatever you thought of.

Dean knew that they had never seen you as happy as you were these past two months. He turned to Sam once more, shaking his head.

“It’s only temporary.”

[plaidbooks]

I am such a sucker for angry Nick and just straight up angst! May I request something angst, Nick and you having a fight cuz he saw you out at lunch with your ex & accuse you of cheating and you call him possessive and insecure! Lol all angst please!

Pushing People Away

A/N: Heya Anon! If Nick has a flaw, it’s his possessive anger, for sure. Boy needs to learn how to trust people, I swear. This is angst with no happy ending, hope you enjoy <3

Tags: implied smut, mentions of cheating

Words: 1203

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The last two weeks had been long, hard; Nick was absorbed in a few different cases, coming home at outrageous times and leaving before you rolled out of bed. You were missing him dearly, but you knew that this could happen when you started dating him. It was only recently that he had asked you to move in with him—he had a house while you had an apartment—and while you had agreed, you still had a lease you were stuck in. Normally, you stayed at Nick’s place, waking up in his embrace, but because of his crazy schedule, you were staying at your own place more and more, only sleeping in his bed when he asked you to, when he needed you to. Like last night, when he passionately made love to you for half the night before passing out, only to leave early in the morning, leaving you in a big, empty bed.

Sighing, you rolled out of bed, your body the best kind of sore, little bruises on your hips and shoulders from Nick. You smiled at the marks, remembering how he had praised your body with his, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of you like it was your first time together.

After showering and dressing, you looked in the fridge, seeing how sparce it was. Nick had a grocery list on the door that was ever-expanding. After texting him, asking if it was up-to-date, and adding some extra items to it, you pulled it off, heading out the door.

You pushed the shopping cart, grabbing everything on the list you had in your hand, when someone playfully hit your cart with theirs. Looking up, you were shocked to see your ex, Daniel.

“Hey, [Y/N]. Long time, no see. How’ve you been?” he asked, smiling. You and Daniel had dated for three years in college before he took a job in Montana. You were unwilling to move with him, so you split. Though, you were still friends, still talked online.

“Daniel! I didn’t know you were back in town! I’m-I’m doing well, how’re you?” you replied.

“Ah, I’m in New York for a conference; only here for the week…. Would you like to grab lunch? Catch up?”

You thought about it; Nick was the jealous type, and he did know who Daniel was. But you also knew Daniel was engaged. Plus, you’d never cheat on Nick…and besides, he couldn’t control who you went to lunch with. “I’d love to. Let me drop all this off at home, first. Meet at 1?”

After setting a time and place, you finished shopping, rushing to Nick’s house to put everything away, and then head to your lunch with Daniel.

***

Nick was so excited to surprise you. He took a half-day; he had been spending wayyy too much time at work, and he wanted to spend more time with you. Especially after he reminded himself last night about how much he loved your body writhing underneath his touch.

He was giddy as he drove home, thinking about all the ways he’d worship you…. That was, until he was at a red light. He glanced over at a small restaurant and froze when he saw you, talking, laughing with…your ex? So, how long has that been going on?

The red of the streetlight lit up Nick’s face as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw set. He debated confronting you now, making a scene, but then the light turned green, and the people behind him honked impatiently. Still seeing red, Nick hit the gas, trying to hurry out of there, get home. He didn’t notice that during the commotion, you had looked over and saw him peel away.

***

You were in deep shit, you knew. Half of you felt horrible, guilty for being caught with your ex, the screech of Nick’s tires as he sped away still fresh in your mind. But the other half of you was indignant; why couldn’t you meet up with old friends? It wasn’t like you were cheating on Nick. And besides, he had women friends. Though, you did have a bunch of male friends that he was fine with—it was just because Daniel was your ex.

Pulling up to Nick’s house, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable fight that was about to take place. You loved Nick with all your heart; you just kept repeating that over and over again as you entered the house. Nick was sitting in his armchair, beer in hand, tie off and shirt unbuttoned, revealing his undershirt. He didn’t even look at you as you closed the door behind you.

“We need to talk,” you said, coming to stand in front of him. Nick stared right through you as if you weren’t there, sipping at his beer. “Really Nick? Gonna pretend I’m not here? Fine; I’ll talk, and you can listen. Yes, I was having lunch with Daniel; we were catching up and—”

“How long have you been sleeping with him behind my back?” Nick asked, trying to keep his voice disinterested. But you could hear the anger boiling underneath.

You puffed yourself up defensively. “I am not sleeping with—”

Nick was on his feet in one fluid motion, standing so close, you could smell the beer on his breath. “Yeah, you gonna lie to me now?” He huffed out a humorless chuckle. “Look, I know I’ve been busy at work, but you didn’t need to go crawling back to him—”

“Oh my god Nick! Are you so fucking insecure that you think I’m sleeping around?” you yelled at him. “I’m allowed to have friends, Nick! Don’t be so possessive—”

“I’m insecure? That’s funny, coming from someone who refused to be seen shirtless with the lights on the first time we did it—”

“So, you’re going to throw that in my face?” you screamed, embarrassment and rage making your cheeks burn. “Look, if that’s how you’re going to be, then I—I don’t know if I can do this with you, Nick.” You pushed past him, heading towards the bedroom. Reaching into the closet, you pulled out your suitcase.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Nick asked, voice dangerously low. He was watching you, leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed.

“It means I’m going back to my place for a bit…work things out on my own…. Because right now, I don’t know if I can be with someone who polices who I can and cannot spend my free time with.” Having packed your essentials, you flipped the suitcase closed, zipping it. You looked Nick full in the face—he was still pissed, but underneath that was a profound sadness. You fought the urge to cry; there would be plenty of time for that later, away from him.

In a soft voice, you said, “I would never even dream of cheating on you, Nick Amaro…. You need to figure out this jealousy thing you got going on before you end up pushing away everyone who loves you.” And then moved past him. He let you go, his eyes closing in defeat as his front door slammed behind him.

[pekorosu]

just a lil “if ash lived” headcanon that i need to unload somewhere bc i've been holding it in for a long time

- set within the manga ‘verse

- takes place when ash and eiji are in their early 30s... so around the mid 1990s?

- i don’t get the weird animanga trope where older = longer hair, so they’re gonna look the same... maybe with slightly shorter hair bc they get regular haircuts now 

- (note: i've always interpreted long-haired eiji as symbolic of the fact that he couldn't move on from ash’s death)

- ash and eiji will continue living in the states, idk if still in NYC or somewhere else. they’ll move around a lot though.

- ash will mostly remain underground as he had to fake his death after lao’s stab, but he does it in a "hiding in plain sight" kind of way. only a handful of people know he’s still alive.  

- ash spends most of his time on the computer, mostly coding, hacking, being a nerd, among other fun stuff.

- he also takes on “jobs” anonymously, and occasionally from max (who’s still into investigative journalism) when he needs info that can only be obtained through Dubious Means.

- i also like to think that ash's a bit of a hacker robin hood lol. but he isn’t doing it purely out of the goodness of his heart, as part of it is a subconscious need to atone for his “sins” and cleanse the gnawing and persistent feeling of shame that gets amplified when he’s around eiji.

- also whatever he’s up to these days would ofc still be Highly Dangerous and Illegal, but it keeps him busy and would sate the part of him that’s still hungry for adrenaline without him having to engage in stuff like active bloodshed or substance abuse. basically that’s how i imagine he’d try to cope with life the only way he knows.

- eiji continues to do photography and other part time gigs bc he does not like the idea of mooching off ash forever, and he slowly makes a name for himself.

- ash and eiji live together but they are NOT together in a romantic sense... not yet >:)

- therefore eiji will probably date other people in the meantime, which gets a little troublesome bc it's not like he can bring them home to where his secret Very Important Friend is secretly hiding.

- ash will maybe have one-night stands every now and then. or not. idk. this isn’t a very important detail.

- anyway there will be lots of clueless but mutual pining :)

- ash especially, is of the opinion that they should start living separately bc someone will eventually track him down, maybe someone who has a past or present grudge on him. combined with his current activities, it’s only a matter of time before eiji would unwittingly get dragged into his problems again.

- eiji is v adamantly against that plan bc he's sorta developed a debilitating sense of paranoia that ash might just get killed somewhere while he’s not looking. not that ash isn’t paranoid either, but his insecurities often tip the scale over to “eiji is safer away from me” than “with me”.

- basically they’re doing their whole “stay. no, leave. no, stay” dance all over again, but like, dragged out over MANY YEARS.

- you thought eiji’s letter would’ve cleared up any crossed wires? 

- HELL NO

- like yea, there was probably a beautiful honeymoon period of about a year or two after they reunited, before their respective trauma and issues started creeping in and fucking things up again.

- esp on ash’s end, i think he’d engage in a lot of self-sabotage. and eiji is only human, he has his own limits and baggage too.

- there will be a government conspiracy plotline but on a smaller scale compared to canon that i am unfortunately not knowledgeable enough to worldbuild on, but it will probably have something to do with cybercrime/cyberterrorism/stuff like that bc it needs to tie in with ash's hacking shenanigans.

- i've heard that sing ends up becoming some sorta political big shot in yasha? idk, i haven't read it myself, but since china’s rising status was mentioned in GoL i imagine the plot should relate to that somehow.

- therefore sing would also get to be in this story! 

- i guess this means yut-lung would come into the picture at some point as well, and it would be a good opportunity for a redemption arc but i haven’t given it much of a thought bc i’m indifferent to his character orz SORRY.

- look i can’t do plot, but i am basically envisioning a political thriller with a side of slow burn romance (wait, you mean like a rehash of canon?)

- i’m thinking max is the one who kicks off the story by bringing something fishy to ash, and they just end up uncovering more and more and MORE stuff as they keep going.

- so for like 80% of the story, ash and eiji will be separated bc ash will be busy spying or infiltrating something... and being at the center of Plot Things, while max and eiji will be more on the outside dealing with the journalist side of things. i’m fond of max-ash interactions but i’m also REALLY CURIOUS about max-eiji’s dynamic :D

- meanwhile sing will be like, half in and half out i imagine. he's versatile like that lol

- ...i did NOT mean that in a dirty way

- anyway, this will provide ash and eiji ample space to work out their issues separately, as i think living in close quarters for so many years has actually been aggravating them. ofc those issues don’t get 100% resolved by the end, but some time apart from each other to cool off and spend with other people should provide a bit of perspective.

- i want ash to make some NEW FRIENDS (!!!) that are on the same wavelength as him bc there’s only so much that he can tell eiji and i’m sure he gets rather lonely, so there will be OCs that he will meet in the middle of Plot Things.

- ash will get trapped at some point. preferably with sing so they can have a much needed heart-to-heart talk. they’ll have a lot to hash out, ranging from the events in BF, shorter’s and lao’s death, all the way to ash’s love life. 

- btw i like the idea of eiji and sing being close drinking buddies who confide in one another but ash is kinda, justalittle, not very happy about that LOL 

- i mean, it's not like eiji can confide in ash when ash is the topic at hand, ya get me? as for sing, he’s similar to ash in the sense that they live dangerous lives, so i imagine he just finds it nice to be able to hang out with someone mundane like eiji every now and then.

- not to say that ash and sing aren’t talking to each other at all, but i think they’d have a bit of a rift between them. sing probably does feel some resentment, both at ash for killing lao AND at himself bc he knows deep down that given a choice, he would’ve saved ash over his own brother. ash can sense that tortured vibe, so eiji’s like their middle man. AND THAT’S WHY THEY NEED A HEART-TO-HEART TALK

- (SIDE NOTE: i want akira to have a role in this too. i actually have a separate headcanon that happens prior to this story... kinda like an alternate GoL? 

akira goes to the states to visit eiji, but ash is also there, yeah? akira and ash start out sorta prickly with each other bc ash is all weird and standoffish and always cooped up in his room. she probably mistook him as a jobless model mooching off eiji at first since 1) eiji and ibe have never spoken about him back in japan (cuz he’s supposed to be dead), 2) why would eiji be living with some random hot guy? unless they met during one of his photography gigs? right??? 

and then she ends up witnessing them in the middle of a tiff, which makes her not like ash even more bc HOW DARE HE YELL AT POOR OKUMURA-SAN??? UNGRATEFUL JERK!!!

but over the course of her visit, she snoops around learns a bit about their history and gathers hints as to why their r’ship is kinda strained. also ash and akira somehow end up bonding (reluctantly) over their emotional insecurities and part on a friendly rivalry to win over eiji’s affections (which eiji is completely oblivious to. also akira may have been 100% serious but ash was just jokingly playing along with her (OR WAS HE???)). anyway long story short, ash teaches akira some cool tech/IT stuff along the way so that leads to her gaining an interest in the field. 

she won’t be able to do much in this story, but a minor role would be cool :)

 ^ a lighthearted gyoza-making scene amid all the angst)

- (SIDE NOTE #2: i ALSO want cain to feature in this, but bc canon provided very little bg info on him it’s hard for me to figure out where he’d fit. but i suppose that’s precisely why it would be great to include him, since i can just make up my own backstory! lol. for now, i think he should be connected to one of the new OCs to make him more central to the plot. or heck, he can be involved himself! ...yeah, i’m just salty about how cain was treated more like a convenient plot device compared to the other major side characters. we barely know anything about him even though he was one of ash’s most trusted allies. #caindeservedbetter2k20)

- anyway, back to the main story. ash (and his new "friends") barely escape where they’re held hostage. ash would be rusty with combat now as he’s spent the past few years doing only stealth work and being rather sedentary. 

- so there’ll be lotsa old man!ash jokes like them poking fun at him whenever he complains about his back hehe

- when they finally emerge outside they find themselves in the middle of nowhere! they then hijack a passing pickup truck and do a roadtrip back to civilisation. ROAD TRIP FTW

- at this point, quite some time has already passed and ash even has a fuzzy beard and mane and all. he’s standing at the back of the truck with a small smile on his face and the wind blowing in his hair, thinking GONNA GO BACK AND SEE EIJI, MISS HIM LOADS, HELL YEA 

- (bonus: this song and this scene is the catalyst for this entire headcanon btw)

(drew this about a year ago. i was trying to imitate the manga’s art style... and the ash i had in my mind was a little different. i’m too lazy to redraw, but he’s fuzzier now okay! MORE FUZZ! like an actual freakin LION!)

- meanwhile, eiji and max will get into some deep shit around this point? 

- eiji in the pic above was me imagining that the Bad Guys had tossed some damning evidence (eg. severed body part?) on the ground like “ash’s dead/ash’s in a lot of danger now so hand over all the info u have”

- and eiji and max are like. SHOOKETH

- this would be the 3rd time ash has “died” after all, and as they say... 3rd time's the charm...

- eiji almost gives in, but then max spits in their face like fuck no and then... yeah. they get beat up and taken away or something lol

- EDIT: hmm... what if the Bad Guy is someone IN the government, and he uses his power to get eiji and max arrested for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive (ash). and then ash has to rescue them... JAILBREAK STYLE

- also it might be cool to introduce ash's mom somewhere in this story... maybe SHE'S the villain! mwahaha *drama intensifies*

- anyways they will get saved by ash and gang bc that’s just the way things go, BUT! only on the condition they already made it out at least 80% of the way bc GODDAMN IT👏LET👏EIJI👏BE👏BADASS👏FOR👏ONCE👏 

- (that is, after he overcomes the initial shock of ash possibly being dead again... again...... again............)

- there will ofc be moments of “oh my god, you’re okay” "i thought i lost you...!"

- something like this, because one can never have enough cheesy reunion scenes

- this will eventually lead to REVELATIONS (of the romantic kind, yes) 

- buuuut they will never say "i love you" directly to each other bc ash is too emotionally constipated and eiji is too japanese. it's okay, they will communicate it through heated stares 👀

- i would love for there to be a scene where they have to be separated again for Plot Reasons and ash sorta hesitantly goes all "...will you wait for me?" as a direct parallel to canon!eiji's "i'll be waiting" and it’s like,

- FINALLY! 

- FINALLY!!!!!!!!!! ash has finally allowed himself to ask for this, to let himself want it! 

- and eiji would be like OF COURSE I WILL YOU BIG DUMMY, ALWAYS AND FOREVER

- but i think it'd be hilarious if eiji pops up while ash's in the middle of the final showdown and ash's like WTF I TOLD YOU TO WAIT FOR ME and eiji's like I WAS WORRIED OKAY YOU WERE TAKING SO LONG

- idk how this is supposed to end...

- oh wait! since the plot is government-related, maybe Someone will be able to pull strings to wipe out ash’s criminal record (past and present) and give him a brand new 100% legal identity, as thanks for his efforts? or maybe ash (or sing) just does it himself somewhere along the way LOL. anyway, he’ll be able to start over with a fresh clean slate and finally work on recovery FOR REAL NOW. yes this is a happy ending AND it didn’t require him to go to japan /flips off canon

- ...i realise it’s never going to be that simple but W H A T E V E R

- (also they probably will visit japan in the future with that shiny new passport... gotta meet the in-laws and all y’know)

- who do i gotta pay to write this cheesy self-indulgent fic for me