#he's overworked and anxious ok

[machinedramon]

What, me actually DOING something with an OC? Amazing.

The return of the tired middle brother to Ingo and Emmet no one asked for, Aubin. Generally a chill dude, but he harbors a seething caldera of rage with in him due to years of working a service job.

Reblogging is praxis 💖

Bonus under the cut:

[neoarchipelago]

And they were Roommates (part 7)

A/N; Alright, fristly, thank you all so much for the love you're giving this fic. Seriously it warms my heart. This tag list is huge and it makes me want to cry. Also, i couldn't tag on the post cuz i had reached the word limit TT0TT I hope it works anyway

I'm getting more and more anxious to fail you guys, i just hope i'm not gonna fuck this up...

Again thank you for all your ideas and headcanons you guys are amazing!

Warnings: cursing?

The first month. You were in denial. You spent it overworking yourself, avoiding anything that could remind you of him. You had even put his stupid plush in his room, closing the door and keeping it closed. Laswell kept a close eye on you, you knew that. 

You'd spend most of your time on base, only going home to sleep. And then. You were put on time off. Forcefully. 

Laswell asked you to take a week off and to stay home. You had strongly fought over it but to no avail. So around the first week to the second month, your time off began. You thought you might go insane. But you received visits from your new neighbor who you learnt was named Peter. Peter was a nice guy, a bit shy. He'd pass by sometimes to drop one of your packages. You'd have small talk or conversations. 

It made you feel less alone. Because not only did you miss… Simon. You also missed the rest of the squad. The house felt dead..during that week, your mind had started going downhill. By Thursday you had gone back to his room to fetch the little reaper. Now you'd spend your days on your couch, cuddling the damn thing. 

Laswell had ordered you to work from home for the rest of the month. She passed by often. To check on you. She'd get in, not bothering to knock because you couldn't care anymore. 

Once she walked in on you, sitting on the bathroom floor in front of the washing machine, eating chips, watching the plush inside spin around. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Reaper is taking a bath." You had answered with very little emotion. 

During that month, Peter had spent a bit more time with you. He'd pass by to share some food, or to watch a movie. He seemed to have taken pity on you. Even though he picked up Reaper once and you had thrown him a murderous glare. 

And then Laswell had passed by. A serious look on her face. 

"The mission isn't going as planned. They're not coming home yet." 

You had felt yourself break a bit more. 

"Are they ok?" 

"From our intel, they're ok." 

You had sighed with relief. This was the third month they'd been gone. You didn't think you'd ever feel this type of sadness in your life. There was no point denying it. In such little time, Simon had managed to get his way through your heart and nest there. 

Your recent coping mechanism was putting on his hoodie, and sleeping in his bed with Reaper. He'd be so pissed if he knew. You were hoping he'd come back so he could be pissed with you. At least he'd be here. 

You'd spend your days at the base, this time your schedule was closely being watched by Laswell, and then you'd go home, absolutely hating it, trying not to cry. 

A heart wrenching thought kept stammering your brain. What if he never came back… the last things you would have said to each other would have been said in anger. You didn't think you could live through that. 

When the 4th month started, you had become unbearable for Laswell. You wanted to know everything about the mission. She kept refusing, reminding you it was a highly classified mission, as you replied you couldn't give a shit about classified or not. 

You wanted squad 141 back. Or as you had almost screamed once 'your team'. You had seen Laswell wanting to correct you that it wasn't your team but she refrained, understanding how you were feeling. 

She couldn't tell you about the mission but she made sure to keep you updated. They're fine. They've managed to get to the location. They've been ambushed but made it out. 

You were torn in between hating her updates and feeling relieved. To keep you busy and from having a nervous breakdown she put you up on a mission. Some drug lord that used the dark web to sell and buy his merchandise. You were definitely not into it. But if you could pass your anger on that asshole you would. 

You had easily infiltrated his little circle, managed to dismantle various locations, though he kept slipping through your fingers. 

You had gone back home that night, around the middle of the fourth month, absolutely frustrated from everything. 

"It's so fucking frustrating you know? It's like he's always a tiny step away." 

You explained as you were unpacking your food order. 

"He seems to know there's someone after his ass and I can't fucking get to him." You continued. "And Laswell is not letting me get onto the file for the mission the boys are on. GOD I could just … throw something on fire!" 

You groaned looking straight in the eyes of your friend. The plush looked at you without moving. 

You sighed. "I've been talking to an inanimate object." You said, putting your face in your hands. You dropped them on the table again.

"No offense Reaper." You apologized, turning your attention back to the food, the TV in the background filling up the silence a bit. 

You kept munching on your food. 

After you were done, you grabbed Reaper and sat on the couch, a blanket over you. You squished the fluffy death spawn in your hands. You missed him. You FUCKING missed him. 

You didn't even know how you'd react when he'd be back. You were still furious at him. Deeply hurt. But you were also so worried, and so sad. 

You groaned. You wanted him to be back. Even if it was to yell at him that he was an asshole.

A knock at the door was heard. You rolled your eyes. You got up, Reaper still in your arms as you went to open the door. 

"Hey!" 

You stared at Peter. 

"Hi Peter." You replied without a single emotion on your face. 

"Ah… bad day?" 

"Bad existence." 

He laughed. You walked inside, knowing he'd follow you. 

"I came to check to see if you wanted to watch a movie." 

You let yourself fall back down on the couch. 

"Not really into it tonight. Sorry." 

"Nah no problem I get it." He said sitting at the other end of the couch. "Is there something I can do to cheer you up?" . 

You looked at him for a little minute. You shook your head. "Alright. Want a beer?" 

"I hate beer." 

"Fine. A shot of vodka?" He proposed. 

You nodded. 

That guy was a lightweight. 5 shots of vodka and he couldn't properly form a sentence. You had walked him back to his apartment, making sure he was in bed and locking his door. You were a bit drunk too but not enough to erase your thoughts. 

You sighed. Walking into the hallway you stopped, looking right and left. You wanted to sleep in his bed again… you shouldn't. But you wanted to. You walked into the room looking at the bed. You remembered waking up in it, his body warm against yours. His morning voice was deeper. You liked it. You closed your eyes for a second before turning around and walking into your room. 

The alcohol helped as you closed your eyes, you fell fast asleep.

 

The day after had been the same. And the day after as well. But the next was a bit different. You were concerned by something during your work. It seemed that the drug lord had also a hacker in his ranks. And not a bad one. You could probably outsmart him or her but you had been neglectful. Your mind had been more worried about another mission that wasn't yours. 

You headed home after the day. You were exhausted. The fourth month was coming to an end. You didn't feel like eating. You didn't feel like anything. As you got home, you showered, drying your hair afterwards, slipping into one of Simon's black hoodies. You took Reaper with you, slipping under the covers of your bed. This time, you couldn't stop the tears from falling. You hugged the round fluffy thing against you, wishing he was there instead. 

And it was with the tears that the Sandman took you away. 

Around 6 am, your phone rang. You blinked your eyes open. Without checking, which had become a habit, you answered. 

"Hello..?" You answered. 

"Y/N."

"Laswell ? Kate… it's 6 am." 

"We have news from squad 141." 

You sat up in your bed. 

"What is it…" 

"They've completed their mission. The extraction was successful."

You closed your eyes, a shaky breath leaving your lips. 

"They'll be back in a little over 24h." 

"Thank you… really." 

"No problem. Go back to sleep." 

You chuckled. She hung up. You let yourself fall back into bed. They were ok. He was ok… you looked up at the ceiling. Now that you knew he was coming back, that he was safe. The worry, the anxiety had vanished. Pain and anger taking their place. How was he going to react? Will you be strangers? How will you react? One thing was for sure. You wouldn't be the one to give in. You wanted to… god you wanted to. You wanted to feel him near you. To hug him. But the way he left was printed in your memory. The way you felt when you got home, in an empty house. With not a single word from him. 

Pushed by a rise of determination, you got out of bed, grabbing each hoodie you could find that was his. You took off the one you were wearing, and walked to the bathroom, throwing them all in the washing machine. You put it to wash. He wants his hoodies back? Fine. He'll have them. Brand New. Without any trace that you wore them. 

And with that thought in mind you climbed back into bed. 

You had flung yourself back into work the next day, trying to suppress the new anxiety that grew in you. You were still trying to figure out who the hacker working for the drug lord was. He seemed to be good at cleaning any trace of himself. You didn't want to go home. You glanced at your phone. 2 am. You were still at the base. You were surprised Laswell hadn't come to drag you home herself as she sat not too far from you.

You had been sitting here for the entire day, trying to figure out your little con's next move. It was infuriating. Driving you insane. You blinked. 

Hi birdie. 

You froze. What? No. It was a coincidence. You checked that your location or anything that could be used to track you down was locked away and secure. 

You kept browsing the website deep in the dark web, shaking the odd feeling away. But this time, it was a whole sentence that made you frown. 

On a little branch was a little bird. The little sparrow, unaware of the cat lurking by, sang its heart away. 

You were sure. It was meant for you. That Goddamn hacker was taunting you. 

"Laswell." You called. 

"Yes?" She answered, stepping towards you. 

You pointed at the screen, highlighting the little text with your mouse. 

"Shit." She cursed. "what does it mean?" 

You shrugged. 

"It can mean various things. Obviously they know it's the Sparrow they are facing. But I've made sure my real identity was safe so I don't think they have that. My location is safe too, there was no hack attempt. These are just little messages scattered around the websites we're checking for their little trades." You explained. 

"So what? They're threatening you?" 

"I don't think so. It seems like they're trying to get on my nerves. Probably to distract me from something. Just got to find out what." You said with a sigh. 

"Alright. If you have anything new, call me. Now go home." She said a little tap on your back. 

You eyed the screen in front of you. This was interesting. If they truly were trying to distract you, it was a bit silly. You took a mental note to be more careful from now on. 

You had scanned all the little messages around the web sites, trying to find something that would link them. Clearly, they were all aimed at you. Whoever it was kept calling you birdie. And it was highly annoying. You were growing tired yet you felt so giddy. You felt nervous. You closed your eyes, sighing. It was time to head home.

 

The night had been short. You were exhausted. You rolled around in bed. You closed your eyes. Silence. 

Silence… and a laugh? You frowned. 

You got up, taking Reaper in your arms. You slowly opened the door, peeking out. There were definitely voices whispering. You opened the door wider, stepping out and tip-toeing your way to the end of the hallway. 

You looked around the corner and froze. 

"God fucking damn it!" You cursed out loud. 

You fully came into view now taking in the sight before you. 

"Sparrow!!" 

The man jumped, running to you and swaying you in his arms. 

"God soap! You're squishing me and Reaper!" You complained. 

"Who?" Gaz asked. 

After putting you down you looked at soap, extending your arms to his face so he could be eye to eye with the plush. 

"Oh. Alright. Sorry Reaper." He said with a wide smile. 

You smiled jumping on him this time. They were back. They were safe!

"Hahaha!" He laughed. 

He put you down again. Stepping aside to let you greet the rest of the team.

You hugged gaz. Then Price took you in his arms, staying like that for a little moment. 

"Missed you dad" you whispered jokingly. 

"Missed you sweety." He whispered in the same tone. 

And then came his turn. Standing in front of each other, eye to eye. You wanted to run and hug him. Fuck you wanted to touch him to make sure this was real. Unfortunately for the both of you, the pain was deeper than anything else. He didn't move, no expression. Did he regret? Did he care? Had he already put aside anything feeling or affection you had towards each other? With a lump in your throat you spoke first. 

"Lieutenant." You greeted. 

He frowned. 

"Sparrow." He answered. 

Nothing else was said. It broke your heart. You could feel it. You turned around looking at the guys again, clearly sensing their discomfort.

"You were supposed to arrive a bit later, what happened?" You asked sitting down on the couch, the boys mimicking you. Ghost remained up, glancing at you from afar. 

"We managed to wrap it up and we jumped on the plane back. We've been told someone has been worried about us." Gaz answered, sending you a knowing look. 

"Really? Wonder who could it be…" you feigned innocence.

"Yes, it's odd, Laswell said she was pestered for weeks. " Price added. 

"Truly curious." You added an innocent look and batted your lashes, making the men laugh. 

"What about you? How's it going?" Soap asked. 

"I'm fine." You lied. 

"You look tired." Price noted. 

Suddenly you felt watched.. Everyone was staring at you. Ghost looked more tense than the others. 

"I've been working on a mission and it's been a bit complicated. I stayed at the base until pretty late- with Laswell." You looked at Price.

He smirked. 

"What's complicated about it?" Gaz asked. 

"It's… it was easy at first. But it seems that I'm facing someone like me…" you tried to explain without giving any details as the mission was confidential. "And he, or she, seems to always be a step ahead. And… mostly. It's been acting weird." 

You frowned, losing yourself a bit in your own mind.

"Hey, Sparrow" soap called. 

You looked at him. 

"You got this." 

You smiled at him. Nodding off. 

"We brought breakfast. Ghost said you like muffins!" Price chimed.

You glanced at the man again, still glancing at you. If he thought it'd be that easy he was wrong. 

You ate breakfast with the team, so thrilled to have them back. You felt as if life had been brought back into the apartment. The only thing that took away some of that happiness was the tension between you and Ghost. 

After helping you clean out they offered to take you to base, and you accepted. You excused yourself to go get dressed quickly. Once you were ready, you opened your door falling face to face with a skull mask. 

You stared at each other. You did your best to show an emotionless facade. 

"You washed the hoodies." 

"Yes." 

"And you put them in my room." 

"Correct."  

Silence. 

"Are you giving them back?"

"Affirmative." 

"Fuck…" he cursed frowning. "Y/N-"

"Sparrow." You corrected. 

He looked hurt for a second. 

"Why?" He asked. 

"A beg your pardon?" You asked frowning too. 

"Why are you doing this?" He questioned. You could feel the frustration. 

"Doing what? Isn't this what you wanted, Lieutenant? You wanted to erase everything and you wanted your hoodies back." 

"Stop…" 

"Stop what?" 

He didn't answer. Your heart was beating so fast. It was torture not giving in. But this time you wouldn't let him get away with it. He couldn't just play with your feelings like this. He sighed, straightening up. He looked… embarrassed? For a second. 

"Did… did you have to wash them?" He asked. 

First you were confused. And then you remembered what he had said once. 

"Everytime I take back one of my hoodies there's your scent on it…" 

"What? I smell bad?" You laughed. 

"Quite the opposite…" 

You smirked.  Walking out of your room slowly and closing your door behind you. You looked up at him. 

"I wouldn't give you the pleasure of leaving my scent on it. You've lost that privilege." You finished with an innocent smile before turning away and walking away from him. 

You very distinctly heard him curse. You smirked. If he wanted you back, he'd have to fight for it. And if he didn't… then you'd be settled on his feelings. 

You had driven to the base with the squad. After getting out of the cars, you had all gathered. 

"It feels good to be back! See Sparrow? We're all good! We can come back to annoy you in your apartment!" Soap joked. 

"Don't you dare." Ghost had growled. 

"It will be my pleasure." You countered, sending a side glance to Ghost as he frowned again. Soap was thrilled. 

It was on a light note that you separated, the boys going their way to meet and start on the mission report, as you went back to your drug dealer. 

Walking in the big room, you sat down at one of the tables facing an enormous screen. Various setups with their own screens were scattered around the room, where people worked. You greeted everyone. You received smiles and little good mornings. 

You opened your laptop freezing on the spot. You blinked and gasped at the black screen. 'encrypted'. 

"No..nonononoo…" 

Laswell had immediately come to you. 

"What's wrong?" 

"My laptop is encrypted. Fuck!" You checked your phone. Also encrypted. 

"What does it mean?" 

"It means. Someone tried to get in. As a defense mechanism it encrypts itself, and the rest of the devices linked to it. It blocks anything or anyone from touching the data." 

You tried to explain, already trying to decrypt your device. 

"When did it happen?" 

"I don't know, recently. My phone was fine 20 mins ago." You explained. 

"Guys!" You called, gaining everyone's attention. "Any attack? Anything?" 

"No ma'am. We did find three other sentences on websites that were not on our radar. We managed to find 3 domains where the trades were active." The boy explained. 

"What…?" You were confused now. 

"He flagged these websites? He literally showed them to us?" Laswell interrogated.

You looked at your screen as it slowly booted back into your home screen. 

"Sparrow. What's going on." 

You were still in shock. The words written in a small window opened on the home's screen seemed to laugh at you. 

"Sparrow?" Laswell called again. 

You turned the screen to her. She frowned. 

"He served us these tips on a silver platter. And it wasn't to make a diversion on something big.  Because he's not working with the drug lord. Not anymore." 

You couldn't believe you were once again in this situation. Laswell sighed. 

"It's official. You're his target." 

You turned back to the screen, taking a deep breath rereading the words one last time. 

You're mine birdie.

Laswell had driven you home that evening. She had walked you to your door and walked you inside. There she was again. The mama bear. 

You sighed, dropping your bag on the floor, not even shocked to see the whole squad in the living room. You glared at soap. 

"Put down Reaper." You ordered. 

He immediately put it back on the couch, noticing your awful mood. Price had noted too, and had mostly noticed how Laswell was tense. 

"What's going on?" He asked, turning to Laswell. 

Before she could answer you chimed in, as you walked to grab a glass of water. 

"A mission going south. Nothing unusual in our field." You said, throwing a knowing look at Laswell.  

She looked pissed for a moment but brushed it off. 

"Y/N." She said seriously. You choked on the water. She had just spoken your real name in front of everyone. Everyone went silent looking at you and Kate. 

"You are not allowed to leave the base." She started. 

"I'm already not allowed to leave the base." You protested. 

"You are to be accompanied by someone each time you leave your apartment." 

You opened your mouth in shock, wait. This was going too far. The boys had turned serious. 

"You'll be closely watched by squad 141." 

"Oh come on! They've just come back from a mission!" You debated again. 

"No arguing." She ordered. 

"You are overreacting Kate." You answered in the same tone. 

"Hey hey. Intel." Price interupted, standing up. 

"No! No. Absolutely not." You snapped. "You are overreacting Kate. It wasn't even a threat. I'll get to him before he can even guess the continent I'm in." You started. 

"This isn't the first time Y/N! I'm not taking any chances." She tried to explain. 

"There's no need to take a chance. I'm literally at the base. I go nowhere else. I haven't gone into a civilian zone since… I don't even remember!" You debated. 

She crossed her arms. 

"Kate. Do you think I'm unsafe here, at the base?" You asked. 

"No." She was forced to admit. 

"Then no problem. No close security, no babysitters." You asked. 

She seemed to ponder. Then she sighed, relaxing a bit. 

"I still want to know." Price asked again. 

You rolled your eyes. You felt like you were being scolded by your parents. And God knows it hadn't happened in a very very long while. 

"I'm working on a mission. I had a target and it was being helped by a skillful fucker. Turns out, that fucker betrayed the target and seems a lot more interested in me." 

"Did he threaten you?" Soap asked. You had never seen him this serious. 

"No-"

"Yes." Laswell interrupted. You rolled your eyes. 

"Not. Really." You added. Glancing at Laswell. "It was some cryptic message. But he did try to hack me personally." You finally said sitting down at the counter. You sighed. You had to make sure to find him before Laswell and now, by the looks of it, Price, had a nervous breakdown. 

"No need for the squad." 

A shiver ran down your spine. You slowly turned to look at Simon. 

"I'm not going anywhere."

You wanted to throw something at his face.  

This bitch. You had looked at him in utter shock and disapproval. You were pacing around in your room. This was all too much. Your mind was a mix of so many things, emotions, thoughts. A soup. Your mind was soup. Wait. What?

You closed your eyes. You were going to go insane. 

A knock on the door was heard. You rolled your eyes for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. 

"Yes?" 

You had that funny feeling again as you saw him walk into your room, closing the door behind him. 

Does he have any idea the hold he had on you? You glanced at his hand. You wanted to smile but bit your lip to avoid it. He had one of his hoodies in his hand. 

"Do you want it?" 

"You want me to wear it now? " You ask. 

"Never said you couldn't. Just want them back." 

"No thank you." You answered with a fake forced smile because clearly he was so cute. 

He looked away with what seemed to be a smirk under his mask. 

"Are you going to be mad forever?" 

He asked. 

The question made your blood boil, turning your mood back to something very sour.  

"Why? This what you wanted no? Didn't think about the consequences when you'd be back?" You asked, stepping closer to him. "You put a single thought into what would happen if you'd be back? Or maybe you just thought I'd jump into your arms as if you hadn't broke me and stepped all over my FUCKING heart?" You finished, a few inches from him. 

You blushed slightly. Your lips had moved faster than your brain. But you had been honest with him. He looked hurt for a second. Like he had the right to. 

"Y/N. I'm sorry…" he said. 

You bit your lip. No. Not so easily. 

"Simon. Sorry isn't going to fix this…" you answered. 

"What is then? Tell me." His voice lowered. 

"You're going to have to make up your mind Simon. Do you want me in your life or not? I can't keep being hurt each time you feel like pushing me away." You said honestly. 

He frowned. His fingers lifting up to your waist. The touch gave you goosebumps. You hadn't felt his touch since he arrived. And you craved it. For some reason, while looking into his eyes, you knew he did too. He just seemed afraid to scare you away. He leant down letting his forehead touch yours. The mask felt cold against your skin. His other hand joined your waist this time, more confidently. He wrapped his arms more tightly around you pulling you flushed against him. Your breath had quickened. 

"Simon…" you whispered. 

"I've been wanting to hold you since I arrived…" he growled. 

"S-simon…" you tried, softly pushing on his chest with your hands. 

"To touch you … fuck… you smell so good…"

"Is this what you really wanted… to hold me so your shirt smells like me…" you smirked. 

He chuckled. 

"Are you going to wear my hoodies…?" 

"No…" you whispered. 

He held you tighter. 

You felt so warm, god you had missed him. There was still something in the back of your mind just repeating to you that he hurt you. 

"You're not going to make it that easily Simon… you need to make up your mind.." you broke. 

He stared into your eyes, so God damn close to you. 

Knock knock knock. 

"Hey guys! We're leaving, come say bye bye!" 

You laughed at Soap's voice. 

You separated with a curse. 

"God damn it johnny…" Ghost said. 

You cleared your throat. 

"Seems like we have places to be." You said.

He grabbed your wrist, marking you look into his eyes.

"I'll apologize properly. I promise."

"Try to figure out what you want first..." you said, a heavy weight on your heart.

Once in the living room you hugged everyone goodbye. Laswell and Price were the first to leave. A bit later you and Ghost walked gaz and soap to the door. 

"See you tomorrow then!" Soap cheered. 

"Absolutely not." Ghost answered. 

"It'll be lovely Soap." You countered. "Get home safely." 

"Lose yourself on the way." Ghost added. 

You smiled and rolled your eyes. 

Behind Soap, a silhouette appeared. 

"Hey Sparrow! Got you some-" 

The squad turned to stare at the new arrival. You smirked, feeling Ghost lean closer to you. 

"Hey Peter." You greeted. 

"Hum…hi… so… you want the muffins?"

"We have muffins." You heard Ghost next to you. 

"It will be lovely Peter, thank you." You smiled as you walked to him, grabbing the bag. He smiled at you sheepishly. 

"Let me present to you the squad" you said, turning back to them. 

"Ah… i-its not necessary… squad 141 is famous… especially… Humm.." 

"Me." Ghost said. His voice had gotten darker.

You noticed how Peter seemed to be scared of Ghost.  

"So… hum, which one is your roommate?" He asked, turning to you with a smile. 

You smiled apologetically to him. 

"Me." Ghost said again, this time grabbing the back of your pants and pulling you back closer to him. You gasped. What the…? (t

Soap and Gaz were trying not to laugh and Peter… had changed expression. 

"Oh, Nice. Hum, I'm gonna go guys. Nice seeing you, Sparrow." He smiled at you. 

Then he glanced up. If it wasn't for a tiny second you would have missed it. The cold and dark gaze Ghost and Peter sent each other. 

[mikkomacko]

OUUUU OK so we all know Nico has integrated a lot (all) of his life into readers life, but what about the other way around? What has reader brought into his life? More bonding w the boys, more actual self care time, more time to sit down and explain things when business is going awry ?

Haha I wouldn't say he integrated his life more so that she had to change her whole life but yes I get what you mean!

Since reader has come into Nico's life;

He's become more thoughtful. Before her he kind of did whatever he wanted because he didn't really care what came back at him. He could be ruthless when it came to business, but now he has to think about how she can be hurt for his actions, and so could the boys.

Similarly, the group as a whole is more open and caring. When guys would join the Devs Nico would just give them a room wherever there was space and throw them into work. Reader was the first was tell him that maybe certain rookies need to live together, and Nico should make sure he isn't throwing them into a job that's going to bring up past trauma or affect their mental well-being. The boys now are really good at coming to her when they're sad or anxious, and they've gotten better at approaching Nico with it too.

Nico actually lives at home and not at work! He basically lived at the bar until him and reader got together. Then he started spending time at home more to be with her. (She's also the reason he started buying scented candles, throw pillows, extra blankets, fabric softener, etc.)

Nico uses conditioner now

Nico learned to delegate! Instead of him running everything, he's broken up work between him and the more mature guys. He's also made room on the business side for reader! She helps him with financials and orders for the bar, cafe, and other businesses. She also goes around at least once a month to do a "wellness check" with places they've invested in to make sure everyone is happy and it's all running smoothly.

Holidays, weekends, and well-being days are prioritized now! Reader put her foot down about Nico overworking everyone and showed him that everyone will do better if he's more lenient about days-off, and spending the holidays and weekends relaxing and celebrating with each other away from work.

Social media. Nico actually posts on Instagram now, he downloaded TikTok to see the videos reader (and Jack) send him, but most importantly, he uses Pinterest. Yes you read that right.

Theme nights at the bar, things like drink deals and karaoke nights and ladies night.

[aydien677]

My own little Psychological Headcannons on the brothers.

A/N: oh my God this is a lot.

Warnings: lots of mental health stuff, like, lots

Ok so I believe Lucifer has ptsd of the complex variety, maybe Bipolar, anxious and severely depressed as well with possible BPD and definitely autism and he will definitely have oldest child syndrome. His brothers don’t appreciate him as much as they should and he seems to rarely ever get hugs since even though he is doing what he thinks is best for them they do their best to ruin his day. He feels anxious he isn’t doing good enough for his brothers and that they’ll get hurt because of this. He’ll blame yourself for everything bad that happens to them. He has a lot of pressure to do everything for your siblings and his needs were put last as his brothers don’t appreciate you as much as they should and even now he’ll put himself last and will overwork himself for his brothers often not eating or sleeping like he should. Whenever his brothers are threatened he will immediately go into fight or flight always choosing fight as if it’s been drilled into him that he doesn’t matter and his brothers come first. That’s why he’ll act tough because he feels guilty for being vulnerable because that makes him feel unfit to protect his brothers and they’ll think he is weak and leave him for showing some emotional vulnerability making him unable to protect them when they leave. He has also turned to borderline alcoholism to help relieve some of his stress and anxiety because he never actually had the time to get over his trauma and learn to take care of himself. Yet most importantly it seems that his brothers are his only will to live.

Then Mammons hyperactive Adhd is mostly what’s fucking him over because he can start something but will quickly loose interest causing it to fail because he can’t follow through and adhd can make you more likely to get addicted to things in Mams case it’s the casino but being the Avatar of Greed also plays a part because he feels like he’s missing something so he’s likely using possessions to try and fix it when he’s really just missing affection because he is used as an emotional punching bag by your brothers and this also caused him to have BPD, major depressive disorder and general anxiety disorder. Since He is mostly used as an emotional punching bag which is not good for him and he hardly ever properly retaliates. This is because he wants to believe you all care but he has a hard time believing it making him even more depressed and anxious especially after Michael pretty much abandoned and bad mouthed him . Despite his grades He is very smart and it’s mostly just his adhd. This can mostly be solved by more positive reinforcement and accommodations for his adhd.

Levi has autism and anxiety and as the Avatar of Envy he is likely jealous of who he used to be but can’t explain that part so he’s just miserable and depressed but at least he’s more open about how he feels especially his anxiety. He really just needs someone to listen to him. Did I mention autism?

Satan is a walking autistic existential identity crisis and as the Avatar of Wrath he is mostly angry because he is confused about why he exists and it’s also why his main comfort is books because they explain things and he’s using escapism as a coping mechanism. He needs reassurance that he is his own person and not a carbon copy of someone else. It’s seen over and over that Satan loves books and that he believes Knowledge is power but he doesn’t have the knowledge of how he came into existence except for the fact he split from Lucifer.

Asmo is the healthiest with his self care but he has histrionic personality disorder and as the Avatar of Lust he is likely trying to Fuck away his feelings so to speak so he doesn’t have to think about it but then again his self care is also his greatest weakness since he believes that if people cannot see how pretty he is what else do they have to go by. His face is his mask and he thinks his mask is all people will ever see. They can't see what's underneath because he thinks that it does not matter.

Beel is mostly just depressed and his guilt likely forms as a pit in his stomach which could also be mistaken for hunger so as the Avatar of gluttony he tries to eat to get rid of that pit of guilt. Belphie is depressed and has inattentive Adhd and if you’re too busy sleeping you don’t have to acknowledge reality of loosing Lilith and his coping mechanism is pretty fitting for the avatar of sloth.

[celestial-quill-n-ink]

Autistic MC Headcanons

Featuring: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub & Belphegor

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Quick Note: I wrote this from my own personal experience, so some traits might not fit with your own personal experiences, which is completely Ok! These are all very self-indulgent for me, so I'll be happy if even anyone else out there likes what I've written! - Celeste

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🌟Lucifer🌟

✦ Above all else, Lucifer will listen intently to your personal experiences and directly ask you how you would like your time in the Devildom to be improved

✦ He completely accepts his lack of knowledge in the situation and would consult with both Satan and Solomon about Human mental health and wellbeing

✦ He begins to check in with you on a more consistent basis, making sure you're not overworking yourself and being stressed out by your tasks

✦ He gains even more respect for your persistence and tenacity, and does his best to make his appreciation known with words of affirmation and praise

✦ If he happens to be around when you are in an overwhelming situation, he'll swiftly de-escalate it and, if you would like, hold you close and soothe you with careful repetitive motions

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💳Mammon💳

✦Mammon would initially be confused, but not in the way you might expect, as he had already accepted you for all your quirks and didn't see any issues with your social divergences

✦ He is your biggest hype man, always standing by your side whenever you may need encouragement or comfort

✦ It truly cannot be understated how Mammon will just drop everything in an instant to be there for you when you're feeling anxious, and though he'll never admit it out loud, he's utterly humbled by how quickly you seem to calm down the moment he's in your presence

✦ He has similar issues with focusing and prioritizing work due to distractions (mainly those of the golden variety), so he admires you all the more when you tell him of your silent struggles with your tasks and how you continue to persist in spite of it

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🎮Leviathan🎮

✦ Levi was already aware of your social struggles, as you had both partially bonded over your shared anxiety and awkwardness, but he was honestly quite fascinated about the whole concept of neurodivergency

✦ You would offer him any and all online resources you used to learn about the topic, and you would both end up discussing the finer details of your experiences well into the early morning

✦ He realizes how unintentionally dismissive he's been about your special interests, as he was already wrapped up in his own interests, and resolves himself to always give you a place to gush about your current fixations

✦ (It's with this diversion of his attention that he also realizes that he absolutely adores your excited smiles and giggles, and will never not feel blessed to be part of the reason why you can be so unabashedly happy)

✦ You better believe that when any special occasions roll around, he's pulling out all the stops to get that one piece of obscure merchandise you told him about months ago, because you deserve nothing but his best efforts scouring the internet for Akuzon and D-bay listings

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📚Satan📚

✦ Satan already has some baseline knowledge of the DSM and the different kinds of diagnoses Humans can be assigned, so he's more than willing to get a better understanding of things through a first-hand source

✦ He already had a personal fondness for your physical and vocal stims, and learning the underlying meaning of those actions will end up making him keenly attuned to your comfortability in any social situation

✦ If he notices you wringing your hands or repeatedly shifting your eyes in a tense situation, he's sticking right by your side and giving you gentle and repetitive ministrations to let you know that he's there for you

✦ Conversely, if he sees you kicking your feet with a smile on your face, humming along to one of your favourite songs, it fills him with an intense and almost prideful feeling as he just basks in your presence

✦ He just finds himself feeling soft and fuzzy inside whenever he witnesses your expressive voice and gestures, as he knows it to be very different from how you act publicly, which truly makes him feel special to you.

✦ He's had his own issues with identity and how others perceived him as an extension of Lucifer, so he tries his best to give you validation and reassurance that you are enough; whether you are masking or not

✦ He also completely respects your motivation to push past your anxiety and go outside more often, and will help you in meticulously planning out day trips to both fantastical and peaceful Devildom locales

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🌸Asmodeus🌸

✦ You initially worry that Asmo wouldn't really be able to understand what you're talking about if he hasn't experienced it himself, but his immediate acceptance and willingness to learn more about you puts your anxiety at ease

✦ He knows that he'll never truly understand your experiences in life, and would rather focus on finding out what makes you most happy and comfortable and do all within his power to make it a reality

✦ He always had a way of getting you to confess your innermost issues, no matter how small or insignificant, and allows you a space to vent about the misunderstandings and mistreatment of neurodivergent individuals (and later on with matters of the heart)

✦ He goes on to learn every little detail he can about your fashion sense and what he can do to make you feel pampered and taken care of, so slow-paced shopping sprees and relaxing spa days become a new daily routine for you both

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🍔Beelzebub🍔

✦ Beel is immediately supportive of you and also feels very grateful in knowing how comfortable you are around him and his brothers to be able to tell them something so personal

✦ Early into your tenure in the Devildom, you had already made your highly specific eating habits well known (to your embarrassed dismay at the time), and ever since making the pact, Beel would gently encourage you to try different Devildom foods that he believed would fit with your Human tastes

✦ He understands what it's like to bottle up his emotions to not overwhelm others around him, so he would always be there for you whenever you would shut down and just need a consistent and grounding weight in the form of a warm bear hug

✦ When comforting you, he often asks you about your Human family, and just as much as it's a distraction to help you calm down, it also enlightens Beel to your indomitable loyalty and care for those you deem to be your family (in which he deeply respects your values and feels like a kindred spirit)

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🌌Belphegor🌌

✦ Belphie was always aware of the subtle weariness that permeated your presence despite your bright and happy demeanour, and without even needing to know anything about masking, he would continually invite you to nap with him after dinner (with varying degrees of success initially)

✦ He inherently has a sarcastic streak in him, and while that clashed with your literal interpretation of his words at first, he started to understand your perspective and grew more endeared to your cute pouty reactions whenever he seemed outwardly cold or uncaring

✦ Whenever you were just hanging out with Belphie, you felt comfortable enough to let your mask fall off and relax without worrying about how you appeared to others, with which the youngest brother silently took an immense amount of pride in this exclusivity

✦ He has times where he reflects on how he manipulated you, and how you later confided in him about your fears of being perceived as naïve and idiotic, in which he does all that he can with both his words and actions to show how much he genuinely respects your unwavering kindness and empathy

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[creature-boi]

Showtime AU Ref Sheets!!

Donnie

closest with big mama

never swears, but uses replacements.

thinks "goober" is a genuine insult

thrives off validation

self-conscious about shell

constantly overworks himself

horrible liar, but great at "altering terms at the last minute"

takes after big mama the most

caffeine addict

chronically sleep deprived

grew up completely separated from the others

believes he's an only child

Leo

Trans masc (doesn't realize/come out until a little later in the story)

thrives off attention and validation

crumbles at the slightest critique

✨Insomnia✨

grew up with Mikey

a sort of "poster child" for big mama (the one she takes in public, the one she shows off)

faux confidence

sensitive to rejection

runs off of tea and spite

secretly reads comics in his room at night

Mikey

extremely hyperactive

grew up with Leo

wears compression gloves (that double as artist gloves)

likes compression socks

near-sighted

has trouble with emotional regulation

loves to paint

made his glasses necklace himself

terrified of big mama

likes to sneak out at night

used to put stickers on his plastron and shell until big mama made him take them off

less reliant on validation than Leo and Donnie

Raph

absolute anxious wreck

battle nexus fighter

"Savage raph" when threatened/scared

Self conscious about scars

Quiet/doesn't talk unless necessary

People are terrified of him because he's a nexus champ

Actually the sweetest boy ever

gets freaked out around people because he's scared of hurting them

OK IM FINALLY POSTING THIS DNAHAUNSKWK I CANT WAIT TO POST THE COMIC :3

[amarylliasky]

Number 23 is a short au/snippet today because I was literally working the entire day.

Au: Kim Rok Soo was Cale Henituse’s son. (Partially inspired by the very few fanfics where this concept is utilized).

[ “Papa…can I see the picture again..?

“Of course.”

“Who’s that, papa?”

“That’s Eric Wheelsman. He was papa’s best friend.”

“He looks like a coward.”

“Haha, well, he was always the anxious type, but that never stopped him from standing up for his friends. There was no one whose heart was as big as his. He was also my…hyung.”

“…”

“What about him, papa?”

“Oh, that’s Gilbert Chetter. He didn’t talk much. His face was so stoic, you’d think it was a rock. Kinda like you.” “Ow!”

“Not funny.”

“Ok, ok. He didn’t really show emotions much, but he still found ways to take care of us.. He was always making sure we’d eaten our meals, and checked on us every night just to make sure we weren’t overworking ourselves.”

“Sounds like he had it rough..”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“…”

“And who’s she?”

“That’s…. Your mother.”

“She’s pretty.”

“Yeah..”

“What’s her name?”

“Amiru… Amiru Ubarr… She was a lot like you. Reserved, but kind. She beat sense into me when I would do something stupid. She was calm and patient most of the time, but fiery when she wanted to be. She was smarter than even the King himself..She was amazing..”

“Papa….Do you think in my next life, I could meet mama…?”

Cale looked down at his son’s face. Even covered in injuries and poison, he didn’t cry. His green hair almost seemed brown from the blood sluggishly seeping from a head wound. Tired but sharp reddish brown eyes, like that of his father, but his gentle smile is all hers. Just like hers, when he held her as she breathed her last. Still so innocent and beautiful. Too beautiful for this doomed world.

Cale knew it wouldn’t be long now. He should’ve seen it coming, everyone always leaves him in the end, but just this once….he’d hoped he could selfishly hold on to the only light he had left in this life. But fate deemed him unworthy of this beautiful gift.

“Of course you will. Hey, when you meet her, tell her I’m right behind you. Got it?”

“I’ll tell her you’ll take your t-time. You have to-to live. And eat…lots of delicious food.. p-papa…living is..the..best….”

“…”

“…Arden..?”

“…A-Arden?”

“Arden!”

And with that, Cale Henituse, at 36 years old, lost his only remaining family. His son, at the age of 8, was killed in an attack led by the ones they thought were their allies.]

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Randomly had this thought a month or so back. We never see the Northeastern trio! And we never ship Amiru with Cale! Not me wanting to give depth to extras.. Also, why not ship Cale with Amiru? It could be cute..And I want a personality for Gilbert!!

[lillysilvermoon]

Intuitive message for you

Pile 1 (water cave) | Pile 2 (girl and sea) | Pile 3 (earth dragon) | Pile 4 (Pink Fae)

Pile 1

Signs: 6666, 4, 44, 333, 3333, 5, 55, good skills involving hands, black hair.

If you choose this Pile probably you are having some kind of problem to trust someone. There is two young guys, one of them isn't very trustworthy so you need to let your eyes opening! The one with black hair is some you can relay on, the other one... I don't think he is bad, but probably have problems with jealousy which can be dangerous if it's too much. In matter of material stuff you can trust him.

Girl you need to see beyond the veil, your illusions about this situation are making you blind, you need to wake up. I'm seriously, has been too long... look, I know it's difficult to look to our shadows, but IT IS NEEDED. You won't go anywhere if you continue pretending everything is fine when clearly is not child. Stop living by illusions and start to see reality. Dreams are awesome! But stop living in your head and begin to make them your reality. You will be very disappointed if you don't start quickly. You have all support you need, we are right here with you. Just ask for help and we will help.

P.S: stop being so rude with others, people own nothing to you and have nothing to do with your problems. You'll end up alone if continue doing this with your friends.

Crystal oracle: Pyrite. Brings you new ideas and to connect you with the opportunities you need.

(Damn... I think someone here are doing something very wrong,,,, whatever it is, your guides love you a lot and they are just worried, I know the message sounds though, but the energy was like they/she/he (I think was more than one) feels anxious like they all know you can do this but you aren't give yourself a real chance and they are all worried) you can do this Pile 1, really. You just have to do the first step.

Pile 2

Signs: pink (I felt pink bubble happy energy lmao and I saw like a pink energy in my minds eye), roses, blond hair, caramel macchiato, Starbucks phineas&Ferb (omg has been SO LONG since I watched this, I used to love as a kid), 444, 555, 333, 1, 66

I think this is my romance Pile but let's see.

She needs to have more patience, relationships take time, to build trust and a solid foundation. This things takes TIME. You can't expect him to just be comfortable with so little time. Besides, are you focus on YOUR stuff??? Your had so many goals but now you are acting like this man it's all your life. Sweet, he likes you a lot, but if you start to make him your only priority the universe you make sure you don't see him for a while (I'm sense some distance like you live in a city and he lives in other. Hmm, I think this is not something to worry about, you look like someone who has many goals and ideas. You just need to go back to balance, it's not to stop likes him or anything just... don't like by this relationship ok?) You need to learn about moderation and balance. Talk to him, go on dates but have your own life. You don't need to talk to him every time neither go out with him every weekend. Even tho if it's the only time you can see him, enjoy your friends too, do your things. It's all about balance.

Also, this message here it's not for the romance group, it's for some of you that are overworking yourselves. Stop doing this, work smarter not more. Doing hours and hours of something it's not productive, it's being stupid (this is not me but I agree) you are just stressing your body and debilitating your health. You will end up burn out or sick. You, like the other person, need to learn about balance, but in your case has nothing to do with relationship, has to do with you thinking doing much is doing better when it is not. You need to create balance between work and have some fun. And stop trying to controlling everything god damn. Learn to follow the flow because you can't control everything and do you even stop to think that, sometimes, you didn't get it not because you are not good enough but because you were TOO GOOD for this and deserved AWAY BETTER?????? Because that's it.

Crystal oracle: blue quartz. Brings you harmony and work your communication. Talk about what/how you feel will help to improve your relationships.

(It's a young woman your guide and I liked her energy a lot lmao I'm laughing here she is too funny)

Pile 3

Signs: dragons, elementals kingdom, green, 6666, 22, 33, 444, green areas, spells, rituals, moon goddess, candle magick and celtic traditions.

Some of you want or are trying to work with dragons and the elemental kingdom (I think maybe you should check out Pile 4) and you need to go inwards. Look, for some maybe you need to have some introspection moment to realize WHY you want to work with them (I feel like for this group is because you motivation isn't right, like, you think you want to work with them for a reason but actually it's not this and you will find out with some introspection) in the other hand the other group here are focusing too much on material stuff (like altar, rituals, offerings etc) which are all important but to work with them you need to meditate, that's the better way to communicate with them. Yeah, is this simply but you don't believe in me so here I am having to give you the message through other person (lmaooooooo I don't know who it is but they are like "why this child just don't listen to me?? I need to say the SAME thing through OTHER PERSON to be heard?? I'm sorry but I'm laughing I got you Pile 2, really🤣).

Well, you have everything you need to talk to them. I feel like this Pile works with a moon goddess, maybe it's her who try's to say this but you don't listen lol, I think this is my witch Pile (high five 🙌💗)

If you are not a witch or are trying to contact the dragons, you are a part of the very small group who chose this because you are needing some time off, you can meditate but it's not what you are being asked, it's literally turn off your phone and go outside, think about the things you need to figure out, having this time off, alone, will help.

Crystal Oracle: aquamarine. Has a very soft energy and help to calm your mind. When you have bad thoughts say to yourself "this thought isn't mine"

Pile 4

Signs: new age spirituality, gold ray, astral fairies (? I don't know if it's exactly this the name but,,,), angel energy (I don't work with them, but I think it's archangel zadkiel because is the name I heard....), 3, 333, 3333 (it's a number of luck, your angel are trying to say to you to maintain hope, this is really your Pile in case you were between 2 piles, is really this one. This number talks about optimism because things are getting better)

It's a HUNDRED PERCENT angel energy, your card has an angel in it (and it's literally the ONLY ONE in my deck which has an angel lmao).

Okay, I'll put EXACTLY what is written in my book of the deck because I feel its needed: "Now is a time of resurrection and awakening, a time when a period of your life comes to an absolute end making away for dynamic new beginnings"

We ask you to tune into higher frequencies, you jumped so many timelines so fast and we know you are tired, but this all will past. There is so much joy and happiness on the horizon (I saw a beach and the ocean color omg looks like Hawaii but maybe can be a place you visited in meditation or astral travel and it's not here on earth). We are always with you, and we know what happened was hard to deal, but you made it and we are very proud. Don't give up now child, you can do this. And we can help, but you need to maintain your energy care, it's not good for you and will do no good if you fall back into your old behaviors, and we know you know. Talk to us, we continue here.

(I think you have so guide/work with a astral fae who looks like the one in the picture). I think it's just this, they want you to know you are not alone and never will be, but when you do whatever you do that low your frequency they can't reach you (and I want you to know that it's okay, you are just human and maintain a high frequency it's had, you have my support and virtual hug. But try your best okay? I believe in you too Pile 4, really y'all have a very good energy, feel lots of joy and I think this is my empath Pile - I feel you🥺💗)

Crystal Oracle: rose quartz. When was the last time you really faced your feelings? Sweep it under the rug block your heart chakra harms your body. This crystal brings you emotional balance and self-care. Your emotions are a reflection of your current state of mind.

[sitp-recs]

Do you know Drarry fics, where Harry is overworked and/or exhausted by his posr war life and Draco is the one who is instrumental in helping Harry? Xo

Hi anon! Sure, these are some of my favorites - I expanded your ask to also include anxious/apathetic/depressed Harry, hope that’s ok :)

Unseen by astolat (M, 11k)

When he wasn’t wearing it, he got jumpy, always waiting for someone to come at him wanting something—and now they did it even more urgently, if they ever saw him, because most of the time, nobody did.

Poor Unfortunate Souls by DoubleApple (E, 19k)

Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.

Fearful Trill by Vukovich (E, 29k)

Harry should have come out and met someone when he was younger. He should have seen a doctor about the pain in his hip while youth was still on his side. Now, he's made his peace with dying young, but maybe not with dying alone.

This is Never Happening Again by hpleems (M, 32k)

“Potter,” Malfoy said, shaking his head. “Do I look like I care about your holiday plans? Trust me: this is *never* happening again.”

Open For Repairs by FeelsForBreakfast (M, 35k)

After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things.

Touch by bixgirl1 (E, 45k)

When Harry is referred to a professional cuddler for the soothing power of touch, he’s dubious — even more so when the Cuddler who shows up turns out to be Malfoy. But in the years since the war, Malfoy’s changed, and over the next several days Harry is confronted by how much he still doesn’t know about this new version of his old enemy — and by how much he wants to learn.

In The Red by bixgirl1 (E, 45k)

When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there.

Unseen by Jackvbriefs (T, 47k)

Harry Potter finally has the chance to leave England and its expectations for The Chosen One behind for good. All he has to do is survive one Auror training conference overseas with Draco Sodding Malfoy.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Meet Me at Midnight by thestarryknight (T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

Modern Love by tackytiger (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

The Way Down by lettered (T, 65k)

Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he's become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.

Harry Potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding (E, 71k)

Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with.

Kept in Cages by sweet_s0rr0w and art by ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 76k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography. An invitation to the Hogwarts class of 1998's 15th reunion isn't welcomed by either of them, but neither could predict how the night, and their reunion, will upend their lives.

The Liars Department by DorthyAnn (T, 103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Any Instrument by dicta_contrion (E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

where all the veins meet by eight_of_wands (E, 146k)

It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now?

[longearedhare]

ok so the movie was good and all but I miss this side of Alex that didn’t get to see the screen. The fact that he’s a massive overachiever compensating for his lack of genuine connection. The way he uses his looks to other people’s advantage but never his own. Idk I think movie Alex ended up being more of a lovable jock (which he is!) but left out the insecure, anxious, overworked side of him we see in the book.

[76blades]

I can no longer stay silent.

I always feel bad for venting out loud, whether it be publicly or to my Twitter circle (which I have been doing a lot lately, and I’m sorry if it’s been distressing (…my point exactly)). But things have not been ok, nor have shown any significant chances of getting better anytime soon. I know I’m gonna be beating myself up later for posting this, but I’m sick and tired and I can’t stay quiet. I’m desperate for change.

For those who don’t know, Winter’s family (and job) has been severely mentally and emotionally abusing her, and it’s not just because of her gender identity. They’ve threatened and harassed her over her showing any negative emotions, her body, her interests, the food she eats, you name it. Granted, it’s not my tale to tell, but it has been BAD as of late for her, and it definitely has affected me. I might be going through some similar stuff with my dad, but he’s nothing compared to them.

Speaking of, for those who don’t know about my dad, he’s a slightly better version of Winter’s parents; a well-intended asshole but still an asshole. He has caused me to question my sanity and safety several times, and he refuses to acknowledge my anxiety as anything serious, and believes it’s something I can easily control and/or an act I put on. He’s been trying to pull me into college even though I’ve told him several times that I don’t want to, and he’s told me several times that if I don’t follow his advice then I’m only gonna end up nowhere. He certainly doesn’t believe anything regarding Winter’s situation either, and views it all with rose-tinted glasses. 

He also demands to know my entire schedule for the week, that I laugh at his jokes or smile when I don’t want to; and he even touches my shoulders and back without my consent, and he’ll get mad when I express my discomfort. I was dreading having to move back in with him because I knew this would all be happening, only for it to be so much worse. I don’t even feel comfortable recording when he’s home because I’m afraid of him yelling and/or making fun of me. And yet, it’s funny and sad how he’s an absolute saint compared to Winter’s family.

Winter and I have been breaking our backs trying to save up for a new home, but our jobs have been cruel to us on top of our families. We’re being overworked and underpaid, and a good chunk of our paychecks goes towards food and travel expenses. And while we’ve been trying our best to push our comms, we’re still a far way from freedom.

I don’t ever want to come off as a beggar for money, attention, etc., and I feel anxious whenever I boost my comms because of that, and yet I also feel like that’s exactly what I’m doing here. But I need to be transparent with you all about my and Winter’s situation. I am truly afraid that one of might truly snap, with the little remaining of our sanity vanishing in an instant. Tbh I feel like that person is more likely to be me than her. 

Regardless, I’m unsure of what else to do right now other than to keep boosting commissions and whatnot (and I might make a Ko-Fi goal too, idk), but I want to keep finding affective (and healthy) ways to spread awareness of our situation and help bring us a few steps closer to where we want to be.

I know I’ve said that I feel like I’m waiting for a miracle that won’t come, but maybe you all could help us bring that miracle to life. Thank you all for taking time out of your day to read this and support us.

I will be attaching links to my comms and Ko-Fi, as well as Winter’s. If you have any questions or would like to consider commissioning us, feel free to DM or Email either of us.

TLDR: Winter and I are being abused. We're desperate to leave our perspective toxic environments, and we need some extra help.

My Commissions | My Ko-Fi | Winter's Commissions | Winter's Ko-Fi

[onboardsorasora]

R Daniel beeing overworked. I remember reading an interview that he is quite shy about feedback so for 2024 RB is planning a lot of stuff for him. Daniel being a little anxious about it, but he doesn't want to be a bother.

So in comes Max, who is taking no shit and his boyfriend will have some free time and moments to enjoy racing in Australia. The pr team apologizing to Daniel. He is a bit ashamed but secretly really glad that max got protective and very thankful afterwards...

Daniel collapsed on the couch in Max's driver room- exhausted and it was only lunch. Since he left their hotel room this morning he'd been carted around Melbourne. First it was Good Morning Australia, then the Today Show where he'd done that 'fuckin Chaos' half smile with Oscar. Then there was something with ESPN and two radio shows.

He was finally at Albert Park but he was loath to actually leave this room. His calendar was an ugly thing to look at. Lots of overlapping red and blue and green bars. He yawned the reached into Max's personal fridge and stole one of his coconut RedBulls. He'd just stay here for a little, then maybe scarf down a muffin and then hope the rest of the day goes by quickly.

The door opened and he was greeted by Max's annoyed media face before it melted into his Daniel smile.

"hey Babe." Daniel waved, patting the couch beside him.

"you made it." Max teased. And Daniel snorted.

"yeah I'm surprised too. Did you know they added like 3 more appointments this morning? I found out in the car." Daniel yawned, shaking his head. He knew it would have been a shit show but he'd at least hoped that when Lindsey had said that she'd make sure it was 'light work'- that she'd had been able to keep that promise.

"what do you have after this?" Daniel couldn't parse Max's tone, but he opened up his calendar anyway. A pop up appeared asking him to confirm an appointment in..... 10 minutes. Well, there went his muffin.

"well, gotta go Maxy. Dinner later? At like...9ish? Maybe?" Daniel got up and scrolled through the calendar.

"No."

"Fair, I'll let you know when they release me." Daniel tucked the phone in his pocket.

"No Daniel. I mean, this is ridiculous."

"what is?"

"your schedule. Yeah it's your home race but you-"

"babe your schedules always chaotic in zandvoort and spa..." Daniel furrowed his brows.

"yeah but when I block out time to rest, they don't fuck with it." Max pointed out. He got up and walked to the door. "Stay here." Then he was gone.

Daniel watched the door with wide eyes. only moving to drink his red bull. Max was back ten minutes later.

"come, we're going to lunch. Then we have a joint presser."

"I'm sorry what?"

"I- I didn't yell at anyone ok? But of course I made it known that this shit was unacceptable. So Gemma and Lindsey moved around some stuff. Now- lunch."

Max had that stubborn clench to his jaw that he got when he expected someone to chastise him. Daniel merely cupped his cheeks and kissed him solidly.

"thank you for taking care of me Maxy."

[xstarlightxstarbrightx]

Neuvi headcanons

MY BBGRL,,, MY LIL CUTIE MANS WHO I ADORE,,,, i love him so much he's so fuCKIng CUTE dude, lil dragon mans sksmefkhjrshefkj. i swear i'm a normal individual w/ these characters

list of current h/c's: - i feel like he's socially anxious?? like ok, listen, he's GREAT w/ any formal situation, but THE MOMENT it gets casual he PANICs on the inside bc he's like 'wait what's the right and wrong thing to say'. - following that, i feel like when he's in a casual conversation w/ ppl and starts getting panicked, i feel like he's learned to tap his cane twice on the ground to signal to any of his closer companions that he's freaking out. like a "get me out of this situation please" type deal. - this ties into my belief that he's got anxiety regarding smaller scale things. like if he makes a small mistake on something or breaks an object, he feels SO BAD and panics as he tries to figure out how to fix it. - knowing this, i feel like he feels a bunch of emotions, he just doesn't know how to like,,, put them into words? read below - a yearning for learning,,,, actively seeks out how to label his emotions, but how does one define their feelings? Emotions are not equated to logic, and yet they're a part of human experience, so what is the method to label that which is so intangible yet so real? he doesn't know yet, but he's figuring it out and i'm so proud of him :)c - overprotective in his own way. like he's been putting a lot of stuff on his shoulders so ofc that includes him being sensitive towards people he cares about being harmed. - prideful! he doesn't think he's prideful, he just is Proud Of Things, but tbh i get a bit of a "dragon pride" vibe from him. it's silly goofy and rears up the most around certain Archons. - GOOD DAD. NEUVI IS SUCH A GOOD DAD. IF A MELUSINE COMES UP TO HIM TO TALK ABT A THING, HE IS THE MOST ATTENTIVE LISTENER. HE'LL ASK QUESTIONS, TOO, TO TRY AND LEARN MORE. oUGH i love him he's SUCH a gOOD DAD - afraid of losing everything; Neuvi didn't really realize he had so much to lose until he almost lost it, and now he's like even more scared to lose anything else. - anxious of closer connections. Neuvi wants to be closer to people; he really likes humanity, and he wants to reach out to people. but he's afraid, bc if they ever err away from the side of justice, they may end up in his court. no matter what happens, then, is him sentencing them not a form of betrayal? neuvi ponders this a lot - MOVING AWAY FROM SAD THINGS: y'all i'll be SO real, ppl are so used to Neuvillette being in Fontaine that, when he's Outside of Fontaine, unless they Know Him on a personal level, no one recognizes that he's the Iudex of Fontaine. like not even actual Fontainians register it, bc, like, why would the literal Iudex Leave his Natural Habitat of the Court of Fontaine??? - side note, average ppl are intimidated by him. like most ppl look at him and go 'if i approach him, i will be arrested for war crimes bc CLEARLY he is a PRINCE' (which is the best and funniest shit) - 'unrelated'; Neuvi doesn't talk to a lot of ppl outside of his closer friend group, i think u can understand why - such a hard worker,,, honestly probably overworks himself and doesn't even realize it. - WHICH LEADS ME TO HIS HOBBIES HEHEHHEHEHEHE - ARTIST,,, you CANNOT sit there, after Lantern Rite, and TELL ME that HE DOES NOT start looking into the arts. THIS MAN would ABSOLUTELY get into painting and poetry and shit. he likes watercolors and he ADORES POTTERY (THAT FUCKING LADLE??? I CRIED OVER IT IN MY TEAPOT FOR 30 MINUTES HELP) - loves books and stories. like seriously they're kinda actually really fun for him to read bc he sits and breaks down what is and isn't accurate abt them (crime/detective books) and he gets invested in romance books (he's CURIOUS okay??) - bc he reads Fontainian romance books, any and every romantic gesture is like,,, awkwardly sappy? like he'll do small scale things bc he's a lil nervous baby, but it's THE SAPPIEST of the sappy. - fashion lover. Listen, this man could arguably wear whatever he wants and he chose to wear THAT???? he's a fashion lover / makeup master, and i will die on this hill. - he would laugh at Cyno's jokes, but only AFTER Cyno explains them.

OKAY I,,, I THINK I DID IT,,, i had so much written i'm dying please i love him so so so much. my itty bitty squishy bbgrl i cannot wait to explain why and how he joined the party / poly it's SO silly, this entire thing is my favorite i have been yapping abt them for a MILLENIA

[xamaxenta]

More soft marcoace stuff bc I love themmmm

Ace notices after a while of them being together that Marco tends to spend more time than usual in his Phoenix form whenever hes stressed/anxious/overwhelmed/overworked/just having a bad day- it's easier to avoid small talk when you're a bird, and easier for marco to defend himself or those he loves if they fall under attack, or if someone is just annoying him the Phoenix has much less qualms about just squawking angrily in someone's face. Ace notices that Marco's spent the majority of the day in bird form, and when its finally time for them to turn in for the night, ace makes his way to Marco's room and softly knocks on the door. Marco's perched on the edge of the bed, still in his bird form, feathers ruffled, talons fidgeting with pent up stress. Ace brought a peace offering snack, just a bowl of seeds and nuts and berries, things he knows the Phoenix likes, and he sits patiently on the bed next to him as Marco pecks away, and when hes finished Ace motions for him to come closer so they can snuggle. Marco eyes him hesitantly, gives a questioning little shake of his wings- silently asking if it's ok for him to stay transformed like this. It's okay, ace tells him, just be yourself, whatever that feels like right now- and the next thing he knows hes got a lap full of very happy bird. Marco sprawls over him, cooing contentedly, resting his beak against aces neck to feel his pulse. Ace gently strokes his feathers, straightening them out, and marco melts under the attention. Marco drifts off, finally calm after a hectic day, and Ace can't help but conk out shortly after. When he wakes marco is curled around him, feathers nowhere to be seen, snoring softly with his head pillowed on aces chest and looking more relaxed than he has all week <3 (I'm sorry this is so long and rambly I'm just insane about them and I have no one to share with 😅😭)

THIS IS SO ADORABLE WH

Thank you for being insane about them and for sharing with ME bc i love them too much

Ace would never turn Marco away if he wants to remain in phoenix form, if that’s what makes him comfortable and keeps him sane and decompresses him then why not? The part about being a phoenix and having an excuse to be nonverbal is so cute but also has a potential to be super funny considering Marco can project his voice normally when fully transformed

But i like to think it takes conscious effort to do that, so its why no one has questioned it, besides its always uncanny to see a gorgeous bird hanging out and then its beak opens and this dudes voice comes out no lip sync nothing like thats probably wild af to see and experience

Also Ace LOVES how soft n light Marco is in phoenix form, NOW HE can put his arms around him all the way

Not that Marco doesnt try with his magnificent wingspan but Ace takes feathers to the facr and merges through the flames by becoming fire himself

Lidsten… lissen… listen… the way that Ace can actually merge physically with Marco is legitimately the most romantic thing ive ever encountered for a pairing ive enjoyed it consumes my thoughts constantly its so intimate yet can be platonic and purely emotional and personal to them

I loveeeee

[thebearer]

Ok but…

Carmen helping you deal with stress, though?!

He would be firm and insistent that you take a break, snapping at you to “Take. A. Break.” When you try to protest. He’d be all over you, not stopping until your body is all putty and eyes dreamy and half shut in pleasure and then…

“Eyes on me, pretty girl, we’re not done.”

only when he knows you really do need one. like when you're just being anxious and overworking yourself for no reason. if you really needed to get something done, he wouldn't distract you bc... he'd be pissed if you did that to him lol.

but like when you're obsessing and anxious, he'd have to pull you out of it. try to coax you and when that didn't work... dom!carmy's coming out lol

[jacuzziwaters]

❤️💔🥩🥀 for all characters/random!!!! :333 i love knowing about how characters deal with things..

Good Lord we have a lot to cover here.

Ask Game

❤️ Who is the most important person to your character? To what lengths would they go to protect this person?

Zyla: Ian. She has fought, lied, and stolen for this man and she'd do it again.

Ian: Zyla. He's gone through verbal and physical assault just to hear her voice.

Imani: Delilah.

Bonnie: Her parents

Octavia: There's a friend of hers that she loves more than life itself but this requires me to go into a lot of her lore so if you want a separate post on this just ask.

Aniya: Her sisters

Delilah: Herself.

💔 Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

Zyla: Her younger brother. She'll never regret leaving but she does regret leaving him behind.

lan: His mother. He doesn't regret it and he never will.

Imani & Bonnie: They're children. The only people they've hurt are their parents because of their trauma responses.

Octavia: Her sisters

Aniya: Delilah

Delilah: Aniya

None of the 3 sisters have realized how badly they've hurt one another emotionally.

🥩 Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

Ngl some of these are their hobbies too.

Zyla: When she was in her early 20s she used to drink and smoke a lot to cope with her problems but now that she's in a better place she's moved on to more positive outlets like painting and crocheting. Honestly anything that allows her hands to move helps her deal with her anxiety. Sometimes she just starts chopping vegetables for Ian if she's having a work problem.

lan: Also started off with very bad coping mechanisms. He used to overwork himself at his multiple part time jobs to avoid thinking about anything. He needs something that requires full body movement so he enjoys dancing and gardening.

Imani: Gaming with Delilah. It allows her to yell and cuss all her frustrations away. When she's depressed she used to isolate herself but now she talks to someone or asks for a hug.

Bonnie: Biting. (Ian is working on it with her.)

Octavia: Ignoring reality and maladaptive daydreaming. She suppresses her negative emotions and pushes away bad memories and pretends like everything is ok.

Aniya: No healthy coping mechanisms. She used to pull her hair out when she got stressed so she's currently rocking a TWA. Currently has gone from hair pulling to clawing or pinching her arm or the palms of her hands.

Delilah: Is a very active person so when she's depressed she bikes. When she's stressed however she usually just smokes some weed. (She's not allowed to smoke inside the house tho so this is really a last resort for when she's extremely anxious)

🥀 How does your character deal with stressful situations? Is their fear response fight, flight, freeze or fawn?

Zyla: Fight

lan: Fawn/Freeze

Imani: Freeze

Bonnie: Fight

Octavia: Flight

Aniya: Flight/Freeze

Delilah: Freeze