#but also trying to be supportive and not betray any confidences

[aturinfortheworse]

being A Cool Adult at a school is fucking wild. in the last three school days, various young teens have told me about eating disorders, self harm, severe constipation, wanting to lose their virginity, queerphobia in many forms, childhood trauma, and the fact that their mother felt coerced the first time she had sex. i've also performed CPR twice and seen uh, 4? people faint. it is not a large school.

some of these kids told me that stuff so soon after meeting them that i had to make hopefully-subtle inquires to learn their names so that i knew what to tell the guidance counsellor bc otherwise i was gonna have to be like "Hey you know the blonde kid that self harms? you know about that, right?"

[aptericia]

Not proud to be here.

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Ok, here goes draft like 5 of this fucking post. I spent 4 hours tossing and turning in bed last night thinking about this, and then this morning I found a tumblr post that really helped me understand what I was trying to say.

The post talks about how aromantic "advocates" claim that "aros don't take up resources, so there's no reason not to include them!" And if that's actually what people believe, I think I can finally articulate why it is that I feel so alienated in queer spaces.

It's because aspecs in general aren't "welcomed" by much of the queer community. We're tolerated. We perhaps get the luxury of not being contradicted on our own identities, or not being specifically kicked out of LGBTQ-only spaces, but that's the whole point: what we get out of the queer "community" is people NOT doing things, not actually doing things FOR us. And that, frankly, is not enough. We deserve conversations about us. We deserve to have others consider our feelings, even when making lighthearted jokes. We deserve varied, respectful representation in media. We deserve the active deconstruction of amatonormativity in society. We deserve to have space made for us, rather than at most being told we should "go take up more space!" ourselves.

Of course, the reality is that my being aspec is a personal matter that does not inherently affect anyone else. But the same can be said for literally any queer identity. Your being gay doesn't say anything about me, so of course I shouldn't hurt you for it, but why should I help you either? Because your happiness and comfort are important. The same goes for aspecs.

And most of the time, I don't even need anyone to make space for or expend resources on me; I can live fine in everyday, non-queer-specific places without mentioning my identity at all. But it's the queer community that claims it will make that space for me, doesn't, and then acts defensive and morally pure if I call out the hypocrisy because "we're queer too, you can't erase our identities to advocate for yours!!!!"

Again, this post isn't about specifics. I have queer friends who are incredibly thoughtful and supportive about my identity, just as I have non-queer friends who are. I find more solidarity in aspec-only communities, as well as trans/genderqueer ones, although there are still many exceptions. This post is also not about amatonormative ideology, which is extremely common from queer and non-queer people alike. This post is about the reason I've felt so betrayed by the queer community.

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On a personal note, I remember being so excited when I started identifying as aromantic (and later asexual). Fitting myself into labels has been a lifelong struggle for me; to this day I still can't confidently say if I'm White or PoC, neurotypical or neurodivergent, abled or disabled, cisgender or not cisgender. I continue to struggle making friends because I don't fall into social cliques. To discover that I officially, certainly, was LGBTQ+ lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. And now I'm just so sad to find that despite that, I'm still stuck in the middle. I didn't get rewarded with a community. I still feel alienated from both queer and non-queer people. I know it was silly to get my hopes up when there's such vast diversity in both groups, but it really was a disappointment. Going to my first Pride parade last year was really the moment where I realized this.

[ziocio]

Something About Those Left Behind.

Maybe each of them has a part of you after all, Mephone4. . .

ANALYSIS/THEORY RAMBLE IN READ MORE !!

Perhaps I'm going insane and it's the 4/5 am speaking but...

Each of them represent Mephone4 in a way. That's why they're the ones he left behind. This is why theyre the finale 4. This is why Taco is also here. This is important.

Baseball

He's more so a follower than a leader. Which is easy to say Mephone4 was a follower to Cobs.

He did what Nickel thought was best, even though Baseball even doubted the suggestions. Nickel always talked down to Baseball's opinion, and even used Baseball against himself at times. He needed Nickel.

Nickel wasnt the leader, yet Baseball was following his every word.

Mephone4 created the show, but Adam... Steve Cobs was always pulling some strings here and there.

Eventually, when Nickel was eliminated he felt so so lost. He had no direction, no where to go.

Mephone4 had no direction at first himself when he learned who Cobs truly was. He felt betrayed by the one who was closest to him. Hurt. So he fled.

They're both running away from the issue. The home they made. Certain people they should've cared more for and listened to. (Suitcase/Toilet)

Baseball is also the part that wants to get serious from what he fled from.. from what he lost... but could never really confront the problem until it's brought up to his face.

Similiar to Mephone4! But he took copium in a different route. Which leads to-

Lightbulb

LIGHTBULBBB... Ughhhhh!!!

She is all of Mephone4's suppression.

Focus on fun! Games !! Whimsy, silly!!

Distractions.. Lightbulb was sad and alone on the inside.. but on the outside, she is cheery and happy!! Nothing can dull this bright light! She's not even transparent !!

This can also apply to Mephone4. He runs this show to escape his problems, to have an escape from his worries and fears. Lightbulb symbolizes his anxieties by completely ignoring her own.

But that shell started to break once all of Lightbulb's companions were eliminated from the game. She was alone and disheartened. Her emotional support, gone. The lightheartedness was still there, but was breaking. All the pressure weighing on her shoulders, the pressure of being responsible. The pressure of doing good to her team!...

Similiar to the pressure of needing to be perfect. Generate this perfect, do this task right. Isn't it, Mephone4? The need to satisfy.

When she finally gets her crew back, she lights up again. Mephone4 needs this fake reality, because like Lightbulb with the Bright Lights, the contestants are his light too.

When Lightbulb comes face to face with MephoneX, she sees Paintbrush before the end, supporting her. Trying to help.

She accepts her defeat, her end, with a smile.

Mephone4 didn't have any support. He accepts his defeat with a frown. If he had a light at that moment, perhaps he would've been more confident.

Suitcase

Suitcase, out of all the others, is the only newbie left in the competition. She's been around the least amount of time.. she's new.

She's alone.

Sure she met Nickel, Baseball and Balloon, but as the final four, she doesn't trust Baseball anymore. Nickel and Balloon got voted out.

She refused to bring Baseball into the final two due to the issues of leadership and trust. Knife gave her trust and friendship, what true alliances could be.

Mephone4 trusted Floor in season 3. What partnership done right can provide you if the two parties actually accept one another. And are honest.

Other than this.. Suitcase focuses on the false parts of reality over reality itself since she can't figure out what's real or fake.. This can relate to Mephone4 struggling to let the show go.. this is his life, he doesn't want to leave it. Everyone here feels real yet he didn't realize til later that it's all fake.

One last thing relating to the two.. they're outside the comfort zone.

Suitcase is the one season 2 debuter that was left over. Mephone4 was the most unique out of all other Mephone products. They're a needle in a haystack.

Knife

Knife is a bit more hard to crack on how he relates as I dont have as much thought on him.. but here's some thoughts...

Knife overall is a tough guy. He focuses on reality more than fiction. He's a contrast to Suitcase, who struggles to piece what's real and fake.

In relation to Mephone4, Knife can act a bit smug. Mainly when it comes to his teasing with Taco in S2E15, it gave some kinda Mephone4 charm of messing with people.

He cares for people despite his fronting jerk attitude, being accepting and even providing advice.

The best trait Knife can be given is his major growth from who he once was. He was always a soft hearted guy, but he slowly learned to show that more often to the outside.

As for Mephone4.. he's also attempting this. It's just much harder for him.

Mephone4 has the constant show/host persona up, yet it is shown the contestants mean alot to him.. more than they could ever possible understand.

Like Knife, Mephone4 learned how to express himself just a little bit more..

Taco

Taco. Taco Taco Taco.

It's easy to pick up what she's about..

Betrayal. Wanting to leave it all behind. Staging an act. A front. Manipulation.

So much of this can relate to Mephone4 and his history.

Taco is all of Mephone4's guilt, thoughts, trauma and etc jumbled into one messy taco oc.

Taco put up an act, Mephone4 puts up an act.

Taco went into hiding, Mephone4 went into hiding.

Taco is British, Mephone4 is- uh... no he's not British. Why is Taco Britis-

Back to the point.

Taco is the most in depth character out of them all. Her whole story line can be pieced and compared to Mephone4's, at least in theming.

It all starts in season 1, where she's different from the rest of the cast. She's zany, wacky. But she also has smart moments. The finale of season 1 showed she fooled them all, planned this from the beginning.

In a way, this here can relate to Steve Cobs. Mephone4 maybe felt like he was being played the fool. He thought Cobs of what appeared like a father figure.. someone he could have fun and joy with. Later down the line, Mephone4 realizes Cobs wasn't what he pictured him to be. Which was a cruel person who harms others for his benefit. (Mephone3gs)

Taco also harms people for her own benefit. She betrays Pickle, manipulates Microphone, is a thief, kills Test Tube, and practically offers weapons at any given notice.

An innocent object who actually wasn't a friend at all. Someone who betrays others.

But unlike Cobs, Taco is much more than that.

Alongside Mephone4's betrayal of Cobs' true motives, Taco also fits Mephone4's overall rebellious actions against Cobs.

If Mephone4 ever chose to rebel that is. Mephone4 ran away, but Taco strikes back. She's probably what Mephone4 wished he could've done. Take action.

The moment Taco noticed Microphone leave the game.. she goes to convince EVERYONE to leave the game.

What if this was also a parallel to Meeple?...

What if Mephone4 truly wanted to help everyone there.. but he just couldn't.

In the end, the thought of Pickle finding Taco broke her down. The one who she hurt.. finding her here.

Mephone4 breaks down at the thought of everyone finding out. At the thought of Cobs finding him.

In the end.. each character Mephone4 froze in time and left behind...

Were him.

He was overall... running from himself. Not just Cobs.

Himself.

His story. His life.

Things outside of this show.

The two leaders. The two sides of positivity and negativity.

The two finalists. The borders of reality and fiction.

Taco. The outcast and desire of needing a change.

They're all for you, Mephone4.

[goingmerryfics]

Previously Betrayed/Cheated on w/ Killer, Zoro, & Mihawk

Content: Gender neutral reader, SFW, mentions of past cheating/betrayal in another relationship

Notes* Added a few more characters here! Thanks for the great prompt @juinewasbonker !

Killer

Killer is very calm as you explain your past to him, even while you’re a mess as you do it.

Offers physical comfort; he’ll hug you or hold your hands while you talk, never interrupting you even for a second

His patience also knows no bounds- he will wait there while you half to calm yourself in-between sentences as the painful memories and feelings begin to surface. He helps you by guiding your breathing by example

The great thing about Killer is how stoic he is here. You know he would never turn it around and make you feel as if it were your fault like your narcissistic ex did- in fact, he’s the opposite, and when he does speak to you, it’s so validating.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. You deserve so much better than someone who would betray your trust."

He pushes your hair out of your face and wipes your tears away so gently while going on and on about how it wasn’t your fault, and praising you for coming to him and letting him know so the two of you could become closer in your own relationship. He tells you that it's normal to feel hurt or distrustful after such an experience, and that he doesn’t take it seriously when you’re apprehensive about certain things with him.

Being who he is, he does get a little protective and asks if there is anything you need him to do. You know what he means by that, and it makes you laugh a little at the notion of him beating down your ex for something that had happened ages ago. He’s already a criminal, but you still shake your head at his offer and let him know you’ll keep it in mind, though.

"I promise to always be honest with you and to never do anything to hurt you. You mean everything to me, and I'll always be here to support you."

Zoro

Zoro is very direct, even to the point of that being a bad thing sometimes. So as you explain your past to him, you search his face constantly for any hint of a reaction, as if you’re trying to prepare yourself for him to tell you that you must have done something to cause the betrayal- that you were too much of a prude, or maybe it’s the way you speak

But he doesn’t say anything like that at all. This isn’t the time for his problem solving, and he knows that. He hasn’t experienced a betrayal like you have, and that’s all the more reason why he knows that this is an active listening situation

When it is his turn to talk, he knows exactly what to say and doesn’t hesitate for a moment

“You're better off without someone who can't stay loyal. You deserve someone who respects you."

In this situation he would be talking about himself, but it comes out so fast that he forgets he’s your current boyfriend for a moment

The both of you share a bit of a laugh at that, and you let him know that you hope he can be patient with you while you learn how to trust your romantic partner again. He understands that you need some time for that, and he’s not worried about having to wait.

"You're not alone in this. I've got your back, always. If you need anything, just say the word."

He’s not big on initiating physical contact, but he gladly returns it when you pull him in for a hug and a kiss.

You let him know that you appreciate him, and the two of you go off for a nap to regain the energy from the exhausting reveal

Mihawk

His strong suit does not lie in handling big emotions, so this conversation takes a while. 

He keeps asking you what’s wrong, knowing from your actions that there’s something you want to tell him, but you keep mentioning that you don’t want to talk about it yet- and he doesn’t want to push you, but he’s getting worried

Finally, you two sit down to have this talk over a glass of wine. You keep yourself calm while you explain, and you talk about how the situation had destroyed your self confidence in the past and your ability to trust. He listens to every word, and even sets his glass down so you have his full attention.

"I admire your resilience in the face of adversity. Remember, you are not defined by the actions of others."

The way he leans forward to take your hands in his and kiss your palms is so romantic that you can’t help but to swoon and break into a smile. He can be so sweet very suddenly, and you were glad that this wasn’t something he would find as a waste of time, or a nuisance

He shares that he has gone through this before, too. He understands your feelings of hurt, and he understands the malice towards the person that destroyed you just as he felt to the person who destroyed him, too

He urges you that dwelling on that hurt will only keep you stuck in that time of pain, and even offers to guide you back into self-love in many ways. He asks if you’d like more insight into his life, like coming with him to warlord meetings, or if you simply would like more compliments, which he is always happy to do

Whatever it is, if anything, he commits to doing it for you if you say it will help you to feel better in your relationship with him

"Should you ever require guidance or assistance, know that I am here to offer what counsel I can.”

[shall-we-die]

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Lucifer hates being vulnerable- but he especially hates being vulnerable in love. It’s hard for him to open up and he hates being emotional. Lucifer has a really hard time expressing vulnerability in words. Showing love and affection in subtle acts and caring for his love behind the scenes, are his ‘love languages’. Lucifer tries his best to push you away, especially when he starts to feel emotional. Trying his best to keep you at arms length, but never quite being able to bring himself to completely isolate himself from you.

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↬|Mammon|

Mammon is the embodiment of greed. In a relationship, he would feel weak when it came to trust. He’d want to be completely in control of his love interest, and keep them all to himself. He would try to avoid this feeling by always wanting the upper hand, no matter what. He would be very controlling, very demanding, and always wanting to know where his partner is, what they’re doing, who they’re with. He’s very possessive, and very jealous.

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↬|Leviathan|

Levi can be quite insecure in relationships, afraid that his partner will eventually leave him due to his otaku interests. he also tries to avoid it by putting up walls and not opening up too much, for fear of rejection. he may also be possessive and jealous but at the same time afraid of losing his relationship. he's always afraid of being judged by people who don't understand his interests.

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↬|Satan|

One of the things that makes Satan feel weak is whenever MC shows affection or displays vulnerability. When this happens, he might feel a mix of emotions: fear of getting close and being hurt, but also a deep longing for love and connection. He might try to avoid these vulnerable moments by distancing himself, keeping his emotional guard up, or by finding ways to distract himself from his feelings. However, as the relationship progresses, he learns to open up and trust MC more, making him feel stronger and more connected to them As Satan opens up more to MC, he starts to feel more comfortable expressing his emotions and relying on them for support. But he still has his moments of weakness where he struggles to accept the fact that someone could truly love him. He might sometimes test MC by pushing them away or acting aloof to see if they will still stick around and prove their love for him. But with time and reassurance, he eventually learns to trust MC and feel stronger in the relationship.

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↬|Asmodeus|

Asmodeus is known to be a confident and flirtatious individual, but underneath his charming facade... he can be quite insecure, especially in romantic relationships. One of the things that make him feel weak in a relationship is the fear of rejection and abandonment. Despite his outward bravado, he can be quite emotionally fragile and sensitive, so any hint of coldness or disinterest from his partner can make him really insecure. He tries to avoid feeling weak in this way by constantly seeking reassurance and validation from his partner through words and acts of affection, sometimes to the point of becoming clingy or even manipulative.

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↬|Beelzebub|

Beelzebub feels weak when he doubts his partner's love and loyalty. He may try to avoid feeling this way by constantly seeking validation, becoming possessive and overprotective, or even testing his partner's loyalty in subtle ways. Beelzebub's insecurities in relationships stem from his fear of abandonment and not being good enough.

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↬|Belphegor|

He has been betrayed by someone he truly loved centuries ago. That's why is is very strict about loyalty, he never completely trusts anyone because of his past betrayal, so instead he acts dominant and strong to keep all relationships in his control, so is way harder for someone to hurt or make him feel weak.

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Diavolo is usually very confident and strong, but in a relationship he can feel weak when he feels like he can't protect his partner from harm, so he tries to avoid this feeling by constantly keeping an eye on them and making sure they're safe and sound.

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↬|Barbatos|

He hates feeling weak when it comes to you. He knows that he's older, stronger, and wiser than you... but he can't help but feel vulnerable and weak around you. It's a feeling he hates intensely, it makes him question his own strength. The way he avoids it is by trying to be more assertive and dominant around you. He wants to prove that he is the one in charge and that you are the one who is weaker/depends on him.

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In a relationship, he feels vulnerable when he loses his independence. He tries to avoid this by constantly maintaining control over himself and his partner, which can sometimes come off as overly possessive and dominant.

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↬|Solomon|

As a highly skilled sorcerer, Solomon is used to being powerful and in control. However, in a relationship, he may feel weak when he is emotionally vulnerable and shows his softer emotions. This is because he worries about being rejected or abandoned if he opens up too much. To avoid this, he may try to deflect or jokingly brush off any sensitive topics, acting in a more cavalier-like manner as a defense mechanism. He may also try to distance himself a bit to avoid getting too close and risk being hurt.

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[ddarker-dreams]

Yan Genshin Boys / Darling Breaking Up.

Warnings: Yandere themes and unhealthy relationships.

Childe

Childe tries really hard to play it off as a joke in poor taste. Truthfully, he saw this coming from a mile away. He had adequate time to prepare his response as a result. If this doesn't work, he'll completely forgo his lighthearted façade, shedding it like snakeskin. He says he understands your concerns (his tone is cold enough to make you doubt the claim), but that it isn't anything you both can't work through. That's what relationships are about! Open communication and compromise. His family loves you, he loves you, why would you want to ruin a good thing? He knows how to talk you in circles. It's so frustrating and you're already in an emotionally vulnerable state. Being a member of the Fatui, he's done his fair share of interrogations. He knows how to systematically break a person's defenses down.

Diluc

You can't tell by his expression, but the poor man's heart is absolutely shattering. He doesn't know what to do with himself. He feels as if the best thing he has in his life is about to walk out the door. His lack of a response doesn't aid the situation; you're waiting for him to say something and he's just silently standing there. Thinking. His gloved fingers drumming on his mahogany desk. Whether or not you'll be allowed to leave Dawn Winery depends on if you told anyone you were coming here. If you did, then you get a couple more days of freedom while he finalizes certain arrangements. If you didn't, well... the suite he had made to his customizations will finally have a tenant.

Kaeya

Kaeya makes you question if this is what you really want. He'll acknowledge his shortcomings, yes, but he'll also point out yours. If you're both contributing to a problem, it's only fair that you work together to solve it, right? He carries this quiet confidence to him that puts you under his thrall. He knows what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. He's good with people and there's no one he knows better than you. If you were upset with him, you'll forget what was even bothering you in the first place ten minutes into his talking.

Zhongli

Zhongli wants to get to the heart of the problem. He doesn't go for the whole "it just isn't working" spiel, he wants specifics, something tangible to work with. The level of tact he uses when obtaining this information is commendable. You don't even think he's trying to talk you out of what you've come here to do. Any concerns you raise are treated with a level of respect that you almost feel is unfitting of the situation. He makes you feel heard and seen, always such a reliable pillar of support. Negotiations are his forte. The God of Contracts knows when to make concessions and when to stay firm. However you intended this to go, it inevitably sways in his favor instead.

Albedo

Albedo is eerily quiet to the point you end up rambling far more than you intended, trying desperately to fill the empty space. He had considered this possibility before, so he isn't completely thrown for a loop. It's far more unpleasant unfolding in reality than a hypothetical in his mind, though. How he navigates this tricky dilemma depends solely on you. If he thinks you can be talked into changing your mind, that's what he'll do, calmly going over things in that tone of his that makes you think everything is going to be alright. This is the method he'd prefer, since it'd change your relationship the least. Should you prove particularly stubborn, he can always use alchemy to synthesize a compound that'd make you drowsy... so this conversation can be continued in a more remote location.

Scaramouche

Takes it the worst from everyone here, no competition. It doesn't matter the tone or words you use, he's positively seething on the inside, an unbridled ball of rage and hurt. You're trying to leave him. Everyone always betrays him. Even you, the one he begrudgingly holds in high regard (at least compared to how he views everyone else). He's upset with himself for getting in this vulnerable position, he's upset with you for adding to the list of betrayals he's experienced, and he's upset with the world for thinking it could ever succeed in taking you away from him. He won't let it end this way; you're a fool if you think you're going anywhere after stealing his manufactured heart.

Xiao

He doesn't really understand what you're getting at. The concept of a 'breakup' is lost on him. He doesn't view romantic relationships in the traditional sense, he never ascribed a specific label to your connection. He views you as his favorite being to spend time with, so it's not like you can say he isn't your 'boyfriend' anymore, the moniker was technically never in play. The conversation isn't fun for either of you. Xiao does get that something's off about your dynamic, so he'll give you some space... for a time. Still watching you from afar, obviously, he has to keep you safe. He has no clue how to navigate this interpersonal stuff. He just kinda hopes to settle back into your routine and hovers around in your general vicinity to encourage this.

Kazuha

You probably won't be able to follow through with your "it's not you, it's me" speech. His eyes... oh, his eyes are so soft, glassy, almost. He patiently lets you say your piece, hanging on your every word, not rushing you and even placing his hand atop yours when you get emotional. He reassures you if you try to take the blame; he never likes it when you put yourself down. The fault clearly lies with him. If only he could provide you with an opulent lifestyle, you deserve someone better than a ronin from a clan whose name was forgotten by time. In a panic, you try to assuage his worries, and that's all it takes. He's got you right where he wants. It's not even entirely intentional on his part, which further adds to his credibility.

[bunniekittiee]

Hello ! Hope you're doing well! I really loved your headcanons of Bi-han's S/O relationship with his brothers it was so cute ❤ I'm curious what you think the relationship becomes if you take in account the story mode events ( Bihan's "betrayal ") because I'm sure s/o would stik by her husband and support him so how those three interact afterward? Thanks ~

Hi! I am doing okay, I hope you are doing well too! Y’all are so nice here woo hoo

I will answer this in headcanons. Bi-Han x Fem. Reader by the way! Also kind of a little sad :(

Finding out what Bi-Han had done was like a knife to the heart.

She was so close to his brothers that they were her own, as they too viewed her as a sister.

She was definitely distraught knowing that her family was ripping itself apart.

But, she could not just leave Bi-Han. She had married him, but she also married the Lin Kuei when she said her vows.

Leaving him would only result in more anguish.

She would have to support Bi-Han’s decision either way, even if she had her doubts or believed that he was actually losing his sanity.

Bi-Han never fully discussed all the details, but he would tell her the big important ones such as the development of the Cyber Initiative and how they were close to overpowering the Shirai Ryu.

It pained her greatly, but she would smile and congratulate Bi-Han on his success. That was all she could do unfortunately as arguing with Bi-Han about his betrayal was like speaking to a brick wall.

Bi-Han believes that his brothers have betrayed him rather than the other way around. He is delusional lol.

He is blinded by his own anger and thirst for power.

It is argued whether he truly wants to kill his brothers or just wants them to stand down and let the Lin Kuei thrive.

Sometimes, she is never so sure if he really wants to kill his brothers in cold blood. In his eyes, she can see the glimmer of murderous intent, but then it will form into something else.

Like he had lost something important to him.

It was definitely arguable. She had hoped that Bi-Han would never be that cruel.

She could not bear to see any harm come to Kuai Liang and Tomas.

If she somehow ever came across them, whether it was at an event or some different way, she would feel like crying.

She would hug her boys close.

They would hug her back, joyful to be reunited with her.

They know she is not to be enemies with as their fight is with Bi-Han, not his wife.

Even though Bi-Han has stated that family is not off limits in their war, Kuai Liang cannot bring himself to harm her, nor can Tomas.

They know how much she means to Bi-Han, and he would go to the depths of the Netherrealm to protect her.

When those three reunite, it is usually quick as they cannot stay long. If Sektor or Cyrax were to catch a glimpse of them, they would be in trouble.

The brothers understand that she has to support Bi-Han no matter what, yet sometimes they feel that she is not trying enough to reason with him.

But again, they understand that reasoning with Bi-Han is something that cannot be achievable.

Once he is passionate and confident in something, he will continue to pursue it.

Just like he is passionate about overthrowing the Shirai Ryu and teaching his brothers a lesson.

Bi-Han hardly lets her leave the premises. He does not trust soldiers to go with her, and he does not have his brothers.

So only Sektor or Cyrax are really supposed to go with her, sometimes both of them will go with.

They are nothing like Kuai and Tomas though, which saddens her.

They have different personalities, and they put on the soldier face to prevent others from attempting to mess with them.

It is mainly for intimidation. That was something Kuai and Tomas hardly ever did unless it was truly needed.

Trips with Sektor and Cyrax are quick and usually not that fun. They are disconnected from her as they do not want attachments to the Grandmaster’s wife.

Supporting Bi-Han may be difficult in this because her loyalty also stands with his brothers, but since Bi-Han exiled them from ever being mentioned, her loyalties were forced to change.

She had to fully be loyal to Bi-Han and support his decisions. Just as Sektor and Cyrax supported them.

They were almost like the “replacements” for Kuai Liang and Tomas. That’s what Bi-Han tried to show her by sending them with her when she needed a break from the Arctika.

Replacements that were never going to fulfill the places of the brothers.

She dearly misses them. She does not have much contact with them and she thinks about them often.

She thinks about her old life often, truthfully.

If Bi-Han had a change of heart, they could be reunited and happy like they once were.

Kuai Liang and Tomas give her the offer of staying with the Shirai Ryu, even though they both know Bi-Han would rip the realms apart for her.

If she is too scared of Bi-Han or he is doing worse things, they want to make sure that the door is open for her.

She can be part of their clan and live a happier life. One that is not full of darkness and evil.

But they do not pressure her or try convincing her because deep down, they know that her place is with the Lin Kuei.

She is shackled by them, she will never be able to leave unless in death.

[poorlydrawnwarriors2]

The Blueflower AU

The Blueflower AU is an AU I came up with about a year ago! In this universe, Bluestar is actually a medicine cat named Blueflower!

It all starts after Moonflower’s death. Bluepaw begins to neglect her training as a warrior apprentice, and after struggling with Sunfall for a few moons, she tells him that she wants to train as a medicine cat instead. She announces it publicly to the clan at the same time Pinestar decides to leave to become a kittypet. Her choice is not well-received, but both Featherwhisker and Sunfall (soon-to-be Sunstar), stand by her and allow her to begin her training. Snowpaw and Goosefeather in particular are especially unhappy about all of this.

Snowpaw, feeling abandoned and confused, grows closer to Thistlepaw. This of course only puts more of a strain on she and Bluepaw’s relationship. Meanwhile, Bluepaw is also trying not to be bothered by Goosefeather’s ranting. He comes to her multiple times, insisting that she’s denying her true destiny and disobeying Starclan. She ignores him, and starts to resent him.

Bluepaw, now struggling to be close with any of her kin in Thunderclan, begins to form relationships outside of her clan. Namely with Yellowfang and Oakpaw, who, in this AU, is also a medicine cat. She and Yellowfang quickly bonded over the fact that they previously trained as warriors, and Oakpaw gives her the opportunity to let go of all her stress and expectations.

Finally, Bluepaw earns her medicine cat name. Featherwhisker chooses Blueflower, in honor of her mother. Despite her clan’s initial reservations, she’s become a trusted medicine cat. Both Stormtail and Snowfur are disappointed, but Snowfur tries to be supportive. Blueflower is elated that her sister seems to want to rekindle their strained relationship… Until she learns that Snowfur is expecting Thistleclaw’s kits. She can’t help but feel a bit betrayed that Thistleclaw, who’s terrorized her for moons, is the cat that Snowfur chooses as her mate. Still, she tries to remain close with Snowfur, not wanting to lose her again after moons of hardly speaking. Besides, she can always vent her frustrations to Oakheart.

Snowfur’s kits arrive, and Blueflower adores Whitekit. Thistleclaw isn’t fond of Blueflower’s presence, and fears she’ll make him “soft” or encourage him to become a medicine cat. But, in this AU, Snowfur lives, and he knows he can’t exactly threaten Blueflower with her around.

Oakheart and Blueflower start to spend even more time together, and Blueflower is surprised when she starts to develop feelings for him. She tries to suppress them, but fails. Besides, it’s so easy to hide it all behind “medicine cat duties”. They meet once every full moon anyway, if not more. Maybe they could hide it, maybe no one will find out.

Of course, Yellowfang isn’t that naive. She tries to warn Blueflower, but knows she won’t listen. She’s the first one Blueflower confides in when she learns that she’s expecting kits, and wishes she could do something to help, but ultimately there’s nothing she can do. Blueflower confides in Snowfur about her kits, and they pull a Leafpool and Squirrelflight.

Thistleclaw, who has recently been appointed as the Thunderclan deputy, is thrilled to have three more kits, but he is not happy about how much time Blueflower is spending with them - even more so than with Whitekit.

I’ll add more to the story later, but for now, that’s all!

[piftamere]

part thirty-four - one step at a time (wc : 1.6k)

you can hear the crowd calling your name from behind the curtain. the muffled roar of anticipation sends a shiver down your spine, and you take deep, steady breaths to calm your nerves. as you try to focus on your breathing, you see maki coming towards you.

she’s smiling but her posture betrays her hesitance. it’s the first time you’ve seen her since your visit to Kyoto. “hey, break a leg!” she says, her voice timid yet sincere.

you take her in your arms, happy to have a distraction from your upcoming performance. “hi! i’m glad you made it.”

she hugs you back and you can feel her relax in your embrace. “you invited me backstage, of course i came.” she replies with a soft chuckle. you let each other go and she leans against the wall. “so, how are you feeling? nervous?”

“yes but also so excited!!” you exclaim, practically jumping in place.

she chuckles warmly, placing her hand on your shoulder to keep you steady. “i know you’re gonna be great.” she reassures you.

“thank you.” you hum, soothed by her confidence in you.

“i should go back to my seat, yuta’s waiting. i wouldn’t want to miss the first song. i’ll see you tomorrow!” before you can react, she leans in and kisses you on the cheek, it’s so quick and tender that it leaves you momentarily speechless.

maki leaves, she gives you a thumbs up before walking through the door. you notice your nervousness has almost completely disappeared.

the stage manager gives you the signal, and with a final deep breath, you step into the spotlight. the lights are blinding at first, but as your eyes adjust, the sight of the audience makes your heartbeat quicken. you’re still getting used to the rush of adrenaline in your veines and the warmth of the projectors on your skin, but as you stand there, you feel at home.

the firsts chords of your opening song resonate through the venue and the crowd grows louder. you grip your microphone and begin to sing. the music flows through you and you let out all the emotions you’ve bottled up these past few weeks, pouring your heart out into the lyrics.

you spot maki and yuta in the crowd, they’re both smiling brightly, maki’s eyes are locked on you. even after what happened, her support means a lot to you.

the performance fills like a dream, each song a part of you you share with the crowd, each applause a validation of your hard work. when you reach the final note, despite your exhaustion, you find yourself wishing this would never end.

as the crowd screams your name, asking for more, you think you could get used to the feeling. it’s better than any drug.

you take your final bow, basking in the applause for a minute, and step off the stage, the echoes of the crowd still ringing in your ears.

for a while, you stare at your reflection trying to come back to reality. you feel tingly, excitement still coursing through you.

someone knocks on the door, you shout “yeah?”

megumi walks in, accompanied by yuji and kugisaki

they all congratulate you, yuji and kugi use less technical terms than megumi, but it still warms your heart.

“i don’t have any flowers for you since i thought- eh!” yuji is interrupted by megumi who punches him in the arm, quite violently to be honest.

“yeah, we didn’t have time to get you flowers, sorry.” megumi says with a smile it’s the kind of smile that means he’s plotting something, but you choose to ignore it.

after a few more compliments, kugi grabs a protesting yuji by the shoulders, whisking him away, out the door. “see you around!”

megumi and you are left alone, you look at each other and suddenly you don’t know how to stand or where to put your hands. you awkwardly lean against a table, crossing your arms, he stands still.

“can i say something?” he asks, looking down at his hands.

you follow his gaze and you notice a small pinkish scar on his palm.

you know how he got it. when it happened you used the incident as an opportunity to flee. looking back on it, a part of you regrets running away. even if it seemed like the only option back then, you wonder what would’ve happened if you stayed to talk it out. would it be resolved? would there still be this tension that seems to make the air harder to breathe when you’re alone together?

“um, sure.” you reply hesitantly.

“i know we still have a long way to go, but thank you for letting me be here for you tonight. it can’t be easy for you.” he looks up into your eyes. “does it mean you’ve decided you want to forgive me?”

you’re thankful you decided to lean on something. you’re not sure if you could stand alone while having this conversation. you take a deep breath, his eyes in yours are intense, too hopeful. the pressure they put on you is too much, you have to look away.

“i really didn’t deserve what you did, and i know you want to move past this and i want to as well… it’s just hard. i loved you so much, i still love you, and that’s why it fucking hurt. i’m not saying all of this to make you feel bad, i know you already do. it takes a lot of strength to forgive. but i’m getting there, slowly. i think.”

“you are?” he sounds hopeful now too.

you shrug, lips tightening into a thin line, there’s a lump forming in your throat. you chuckle awkwardly to try to lighten up the mood. “it’s up and down. sometimes i really want to punch you.“

“i can be your punching bag if it helps you.”

“i don’t have it in me to be mean to you anymore. i tried… it didn’t help.” you pause, taking a deep breath to keep the tears away. “you still mean everything a lot to me.”

“you mean a lot to me too.”

there’s a moment of silence, it’s a little awkward still. staring at the ground, you shift your weight on your feet, questioning if you want to say what you’re about to.

“megumi, about what I said…” you sound uneasy. you feel it too.

“forget about it.” he shakes his head

“no, i can’t. let me apologize please. i shouldn’t have compared you to your father, i’m sorry.”

“i did and said a lot of things i had no right to say or do to you. and in a way you were right. i was selfish and a coward. traits i’ve always resented my father for having. i never want to be like that again. thank you… for making me realize that.”

you’re both silent, you have a lot to think about. the air is still heavy but it’s breathable now.

"i want to be friends again, i think i’m ready. but you have to be honest with me, megumi. no more secrets."

"absolutely. no more secrets. i promise." he smiles widely, making his eyes wrinkle.

behind megumi, you notice gojo leaning against a wall, he’s on his phone, trying not to listen in on your conversation.

megumi follows your gaze, “i think someone’s waiting for you, i’ll see you back home.”

you tell him you won’t be home late and walk over to satoru. he’s hiding something behind his back.

“congrats.” he smiles, handing you a large bouquet of flowers.

“oooh they’re pretty!! thanks satoru.” you inhale deeply, before looking up at him with a grateful smile. “they smell so good!”

he chuckles, a hint of nervousness in his laugh. “only the best for you.”

you hug him tightly, careful not to crush the flowers.

his hold on you is strong, secure. he hesitates for a moment, then whispers. “is everything ok? i saw you talking with fushiguro…”

you pull back slightly, enough to look into his eyes but still be in his embrace. “hmhm, it’s going to be ok, thank you for asking.”

his eyes search yours, concern apparent in his features. “you sure?”

you nod, smiling softly, “yeah, there’s some things we needed to say but it’ll be ok.”

as he lets you go, he exhales, relief evident in his expression. “good.”

stepping away, you chuckle, your tone teasing. “aw… you were worried about me?”

he turns his head, pouting. “yeah, you don’t have to be an ass about it.”

you can tell by the way the corner of his lips tug slightly upward that he’s not really offended, still you choose to indulge him. the pout is obviously fake, but the blush that crept up his neck isn’t.

you laugh and he looks at you from the corner of his eye. “i’m sorry ‘toru. thank you. you don’t have to worry so much, you know. I can handle myself.”

he grins, turning to face you. “i know, but i can’t help it.”

you give him a playful nudge. “you big softie.”

“only for you.” he retorts, his smile is mischievous but there’s a glimpse of honesty in his eyes.

you shake your head, amused. placing a hand on his shoulder, you say, “i have to go. see you soon, ok?”

“see ya.” he replies, waving goodbye. as he watches you leave, he can’t help but feel his heart ache a little, hoping you’d stay a little longer with him.

[tl:dr : you see maki before going on stage, the concert goes really well. then after the concert you see megumi, you decide to be friends again. gojo’s backstage, he gives you flowers.]

fun facts :

the picture of y/n drunk on the floor dates back to when she first moved in with megumi and lost a drinking game trying to get to know his friends

megumi bought the cake earlier in the day but he couldn't leave it at home in case y/n found it, so he left it at yuuji's place

author's note

cute megumi is back ^^

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

Part thirty-four - Next

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[allthelovehes]

Enemies at Nine, Lovers by Five* | Part 2

Summary: Harry and Y/N suddenly need to fly out to Portugal for work and their boss only booked one (twin) room because the hotel was overbooked..

Pairing: Coworker!Harry x reader

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: Unprotected sex, smut, slight dom if you squint, mentioned being a good girl maybe once, Y/N is a bitch but she likes it rough.

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A/N: I'm still very new to this enemies to loves trope so if its not as good, please don't come for me. Also, let me just tell you once again.. Wrap it before you tap it :')

The next day when Y/N arrives at work, Harry is already seated behind his desk. She doesn't even look at him as she sets her belongings down and settles into her own chair. The silence between them is deafening, and the tension is palpable. It's obvious that they're both thinking about what happened last night, but neither of them is willing to bring it up. It's as if they have silently agreed to pretend that it never happened.

It's a tense morning, but they somehow manage to finish the presentation they had to prepare for the board meeting later that day. After lunch, Y/N is seated in the conference room, anxiously waiting for the meeting to start. Harry is sitting next to her, his posture dominant and confident. He is sitting in the exact chair he pushed aside just hours ago to make room for him to kneel down and eat her out. Y/N swallows hard and forces herself to focus on the matter at hand.

The rest of the board members enter the room, and the meeting begins. Y/N starts the presentation, her voice shaking slightly as she talks about their company's progress. Harry watches her, his eyes glued to her lips. He can't help but imagine her beautiful mouth wrapped around his cock. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, willing himself to stay focused.

Harry gets up and walks over to the large screen, touching the small of Y/N's back in the process. It's the briefest of touches, but it sends a jolt of electricity through her body. She can feel her cheeks flushing, and she prays that no one will notice. Harry takes over the presentation, his voice steady and authoritative. She can't help but admire his confidence and command. She wonders if he feels the same way about her.

After the presentation is over, the board members file out of the room, their voices low and murmuring. Harry and Y/N are left alone once again. They gather their things and make their way to the door. Just before they exit the room, Harry turns to Y/N. He doesn't say anything, but the look in his eyes tells her everything she needs to know. He wants her. And he's not going to stop until he has her.

Y/N swallows hard, her heart racing. She knows she should walk away, but she can't. She wants him too, and he is literally blocking her only way out. Her breath quickens, and she feels her resolve crumbling.

“You did so good.” Is all he says, before he exits the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Y/N has to admit to herself, his praise turns her on. She knows she should not allow this to happen, but she can't help herself. He's all she can think about. She makes her way back to her desk and finds Harry already returned to his own desk in front of hers.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” She asks, trying to act normal. Although this isn't normal for her at all. Y/N isn't the type of colleague to retrieve coffee for her coworkers. She prefers to be the one receiving it, not the one bringing it.

“Sure.” Harry says, his tone is neutral, not betraying any of his emotions. Y/N nods and leaves. The moment between them doesn't go unnoticed by their colleagues, and she can hear them whispering amongst themselves.

Y/N returns with two cups of coffee and hands one to Harry. Their fingers brush, and she feels a shiver run through her body. She hopes he doesn't notice.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N.”

The way he says her name sends shivers down her spine. She can't help but remember the way he moaned it last night, his voice thick with desire. She bites her lip and turns away, willing herself to calm down.

“You're welcome.” She replies, trying to keep her voice steady. She busies herself with her work, but she can't focus. All she can think about is Harry and what happened between them. The memory of his touch and the way he felt inside her are burned into her mind, and she knows she will never be able to forget it. ***

“Fucking hell.” Y/N curses as she opens an incoming e-mail from their boss.

“What is it?” Harry asks.

“Check your mail.”

Harry does and curses too. The client for which they are currently working was supposed to fly in for their final presentation. Now they have to fly out to the client instead.

“That means we're going on a trip.” Harry says.

“I hate travelling.” Y/N groans.

“Come on, it could be fun.” Harry replies.

“Fun? I can't stand travelling and flying. It's the worst.” Y/N replies.

“Then let me distract you.” Harry whispers.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean Y/N.” Harry says.

Y/N feels her heartbeat speed up, her body instantly reacting to his words. She knows exactly what he means, and the thought of it excites her. But she can't. Not again.

“Don't.” She says, her voice barely audible.

Harry doesn't say anything, just stares at her. His eyes are full of promise, and she can't resist. She knows she shouldn't, but she wants him. And he wants her too.

The e-mail also said how they can drop by their boss' office if they have any questions, he's supposedly available until 5 PM. Y/N and Harry make their way there. Even though they don't have any questions they knock anyway.

“Come in.” Their boss' voice sounds muffled through the closed door. Harry opens the door and Y/N quickly slips through, he swiftly closes the door behind him after he takes a good look at her round ass.

“Hey guys, thanks for stopping by. Let me just finish this e-mail real quick and then we can talk.”

He's sitting at his desk typing away furiously on the keyboard. It gives Y/N and Harry time to sit down on the couch on the other side of the room. Y/N is aware of how close they are, their bodies are nearly touching. She can feel the heat radiating off of him and it's driving her insane.

After a few moments, their boss ends his typing and comes over to sit across from them, facing the couch. He claps his hands together and begins to explain more details about the trip.

“So, we're going to have to fly the two of you out to Faro, Portugal. Your meeting is at the Ocean Mar hotel, which is also where you'll be staying. Unfortunately, they didn't have a lot of room options available so we had to book you a twin room instead of individual rooms. I know it's not ideal but hopefully, you guys will still have a great trip. You can put all food and drinks on the room's tab and they will just add it to the bill at the end of your stay. Do you have any questions so far?”

“Twin room?” Y/N says, almost like a question. She glances over at Harry and tries not to blush at the image of sharing a room with him.

“Yes, that's right. Two queen beds. Now, with the potential hotel mix-up, there is a chance that there may be some other rooms available last minute, so they are keeping an eye out and will try their best to switch you if necessary. But they also had to be upfront about their current room inventory for booking purposes, so I didn't want you to get your hopes up too much.”

“No, that's okay. I understand. Thank you.” Y/N says quietly. The thought of sharing a room with Harry, even a room with two beds, is a lot to process. They might have fucked once, but they aren't really the best of friends.

“You're welcome. You'll be flying out on Friday, so make sure to pack accordingly. You'll have some time to do some sightseeing if you'd like, the hotel is in a pretty nice area, and it's very touristy. And the big meeting is on Monday. Therefore we booked a return flight on Tuesday morning.” Their boss continues.

“Sounds good, thanks so much.” Harry replies, always the professional.

“Of course. I know this all happened last minute but I think you'll have a great time! I'll look forward to hearing all about it when you guys get back.”

“Thanks again!” Y/N says, and she and Harry get up to leave. They walk out of the office and back to their desks to pack up their stuff.

“Looks like we're going on a little vacation Y/N.” Harry says, grinning at her.

“Looks like it.” She replies, returning his smile. She can't deny that she is secretly looking forward to it. ***

Before they know it, it's Friday afternoon and they're heading towards the airport. Their boss arranged a taxi to pick them up and drive them there. Y/N is a wreck because she hates flying. She takes a deep breath as the plane gets ready to take off, gripping her seat and trying to relax.

Harry offers her his hand, which she gratefully accepts. They share a look as the plane takes off, and Y/N feels like maybe this flight won't be so bad after all. As the plane climbs higher into the sky, the tension between them builds. They are holding hands, staring at each other, both of them clearly thinking the same thing.

As the plane is in the air, the captain's voice comes on over the loudspeaker to welcome them.

“If I could have your attention, please. Welcome aboard EasyJet flight 239 to Faro, Portugal. My name is David, and I'll be your captain for today. The weather looks perfect for the trip ahead, and we're anticipating a smooth ride. Please enjoy your flight and thank you for flying EasyJet.” The voice cuts out as the plane stabilizes.

“See? That wasn't so bad.” Harry says. Y/N smiles, but she's not entirely convinced yet.

Harry orders himself a bottle of wine and offers to share it with Y/N. She reluctantly accepts, seeing as they are in fact, on vacation, and she could use a little bit of help to relax. The flight is about three hours long and goes fairly quickly. The wine helps, and they end up making a decent dent in the bottle.

Y/N is feeling relaxed and a bit tipsy by the time the flight ends. The cab pulls up and it's a short drive to their hotel. They check in and go up to their room to drop their bags. As Y/N opens the door and looks around, she finds that her stomach does a little flip. Sure enough, the room contains two beds, but they are quite close together. She swallows and tries to tamp down the feelings of excitement and anticipation growing in the pit of her stomach.

Harry doesn't say anything, but she can feel him watching her. They put their things down, quickly freshen up and head down to the restaurant for some dinner. After dinner, they decide to walk around the city and see some of the sights. It is relatively late at night but the sun is still setting and the sky is beautiful, and the temperature is warm and not too hot.

Y/N can't help but notice how close she and Harry are walking to each other as they make their way along the narrow streets, the sidewalks only big enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder. She tries to ignore the feeling and tells herself it's just because they need to stay close to make room for the other passersby. But the feeling lingers, a flutter of excitement.

It almost feels like they are two completely different people now that they are in a foreign country, with a warm summery breeze blowing through the air, the sound of music and laughter in the distance. Everything seems romantic and fresh, the air itself feels charged with possibilities and tension. It's as if they both subconsciously feel this and it makes it easier for them to navigate their strange new dynamic.

After their little stroll around town, they return to their hotel and head up to their room. They both take turns to use the bathroom and get ready for bed, not sharing a word with each other as the reality of sleeping just inches away from each other starts to set in. Before going to sleep they both sit down on their own bed, on their own respective sides.

Harry and Y/N finally lie down on their own beds in silence, both tired from the day's excitement. As Y/N pulls the blankets up and tries to get comfortable, she can't help but toss and turn, unable to find the perfect position. She sighs loudly and shifts again, her mind racing.

“You okay?” Harry asks, his voice low and deep.

“Yes. No.” She replies.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm fine, I just can't seem to fall asleep.”

“Me neither.” Harry replies. Y/N laughs softly. She can't believe that she and Harry are having this conversation, and can't believe that she's even admitting that she can't fall asleep. She turns around and finds Harry already staring at her, his eyes dark and full of intensity. Her breath hitches as the weight of the moment settles upon them.

“I think it's the plane.” She whispers, half-hoping that he'll leave the subject alone.

“You think?” Harry chuckles, he already knows she's full of shit. It's like he can feel the tension running from her body. “Y/N.”

A jolt goes through her body at the way her name sounds coming out of his mouth, the roughness and almost demanding tone. “W-what?”

“Come here.”

“Harry...”

“Come here.” Harry repeats, raising his voice slightly, letting his tone show how serious he is. And damn her but the dominant edge does something to her. She bites her lip and gets up to join him on his bed. He already has his duvet pushed to the side. When she finally slips underneath, he immediately gathers her up in his arms and buries his face in her neck. She doesn't fight it, instead, she wraps her arms around him and enjoys his warmth.

Luckily both of them had the decency to wear pajamas. Y/N is in a silk shortama set and Harry is wearing a plain white shirt and some sweat shorts. Being this close to him feels dangerous. He smells so good, and the weight of his muscular body pressed against hers is intoxicating.

“Thank you.” Y/N whispers after a few minutes of silence.

“For what?” Harry asks, his voice thick and laced with sleep. She shrugs.

“Just... for understanding. For not being mean to me.” She says.

“Mhm, see, you got that wrong there. I've never been the mean one.” He mumbles against her neck.

“Excuse me?” She replies, sounding as offended as a sleepy person can be.

“You're not a walk in the park, love.” He chuckles as he snuggles her closer to his chest.

“And you are?” She manages to get out, stifling a yawn.

“I guess not. But who cares? We're in Portugal, might as well have fun.”

“Fun.” She repeats softly.

“Yeah. For example, what's it called when you fuck your coworker and then you're sent off on a work trip and end up in the same hotel room?” He says, his lips now grazing the shell of her ear.

“A disaster?” She whispers.

“Or fun.” He hums before a big yawn escapes his mouth, shortly followed by her own.

Both of them stay quiet, with Harry holding her tightly and Y/N enjoying his embrace. Harry doesn't show it, but his heart is hammering in his chest. He knew that inviting her into his bed would make them repeat the past. Even as the distance between them closes, he tries to keep his cool. He fails. Miserably. He plants his soft lips on top of hers and kisses her.

Softly. Innocently.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says as he disconnects their lips. ***

The next morning Y/N and Harry wake up tangled in each other's limbs. And as if she doesn't remember what happened last night, Y/N freaks out. She throws a handful of curses around and rushes into the bathroom to freshen up.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” She shouts at Harry through the door.

“Well, for starters it's my bed. You joined me in my bed.” He replies. She can basically hear him smirk. Fucker.

“Whatever.” She says. She opens the bathroom door and comes out with her toothbrush hanging from her mouth. “I'm mad at you.”

“Come back to bed, you're overreacting.”

“You jerk.”

“For the last time, it was your ass that came into my bed. Now, for the love of God, stop being such a bitch or do you need me to boss you around again?” His voice rings like a gentle threat. She smacks her lips together and avoids eye contact.

“No.”

“Jesus Christ, woman. I've been nothing but nice to you and you're...” He scoffs and it feels like she's back home. She can't help but grin. A small grin, but it's there. He notices and scowls at her. “Now you're laughing?”

“Harry, just...”

“Don't make me drag you back to bed so I can fuck a little sense into you because I promise you I will if that's what it takes.”

Y/N walks back into the bathroom to wash her toothbrush. “Get the fuck over yourself Styles.”

“Have it your way.” Harry growls from the bed. The tension in the air changes. He's fully aware of the fact that he basically threatened her but she loves it. Fuck, she even hopes he'll do what he said. Before she knows it, Harry's behind her, holding her in his strong grip, her back to his front.

“Ready to apologize?” He whispers, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. She closes her eyes and leans back against him, relaxing in his arms. She can feel the press of his hard cock against her lower back, and the knowledge that she turned him on sends a thrill through her body.

“I'd never.” She whispers, teasing him. She knows that Harry loves a good challenge. His hand comes around her throat, long fingers wrapping gently around her neck. She breathes a sigh and stretches her neck, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. Her body is completely surrendered to him, and a light shiver runs through her.

“I wasn't joking, Y/N.” He squeezes her neck slightly. “Do you need a reminder?”

“Of what?”

“Of how much of a good girl you can be. Or how submissive you actually are. How your pussy practically drips when someone touches you exactly the way you need.” His low voice rumbles through her.

“Fuck, Harry.” She gasps, arousal pooling between her thighs as his words send a jolt of desire through her. She can't help but arch her back, exposing her neck and pressing her ass against him even more.

His lips latch onto the exposed skin of her neck, sucking a mark into her flesh. He tightens his grip on her neck slightly, her breath coming in short gasps. Harry growls, mumbling darkly against her skin. She tries her best to stay standing, especially as her knees threaten to buckle under the touch of his hand. “Such a good girl. Undress yourself and go lie on the bed, now.”

She nods, his hand dropping from her throat as she moves toward the bed. Harry's eyes never leave her, watching as she strips down to her underwear. She settles on the bed, unsure of where to position herself. Without another word, Harry walks towards her, a dangerous glint in his eyes. She swallows hard as he grabs the neck of his shirt to pull it over his head.

“Let me make myself clear.” Harry's voice rasps. “You're going to be nice to me from now on. Especially here in Portugal. Do I make myself clear? I don't feel like wasting my time here when it could be so, so sweet.”

Y/N stares up at him, transfixed. Her lips part, her eyes wide as he slowly starts pulling down his sweat shorts. The realization of what is about to happen sinking in. Harry was on the rougher side with her the first time they fucked, but she didn't know he could be this dominant, this aggressive, and god did it turn her on.

Without another word, Harry stalks over to her and grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head. He presses his hips down against hers, his naked body flush against her almost-naked one. His lips claim hers in a rough kiss, and Y/N can't help but moan into his mouth. “You like that, don't you?”

Y/N nods, whispering a soft yes.

Harry trails his lips down her jaw, peppering open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He finds his spot below her ear and starts to suck a dark mark there. He doesn't care about the visibility of the marks as their meeting with the client isn't until Monday. Y/N's breath comes in sharp pants as she tries to stay still, her mind going fuzzy with desire. Harry lets her wrists go but the fear of punishment makes her not move them away from their position.

“Mmm.” He hums, obviously pleased with her obedience. Harry grazes his lips over the top of her chest, reaching around to unhook her bra and slide it off. Her body arches up into his, craving his touch. He continues his trail of kisses, leaving a wet path as his mouth finds one of her sensitive nipples.

He swirls his tongue around the hardening peak, kissing and biting gently. He shifts his hips slightly, sliding one of his legs between hers. He glances up at her, her eyes already closed in pleasure as he moves his hands to pinch at her other nipple.

Harry's hand trails down, fingers fiddling with the hem of her panties. Slowly he removes them, revealing her already wet cunt. Harry smiles and sits up to admire her exposed body. “Turn around.”

She immediately rolls over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. Without warning, Harry spanks her, causing her to yelp and lift her head from the pillow. “Fuck.” She moans, the burn of his hand on her skin spreading a wave of pleasure straight through her.

He growls, unable to tear his eyes from her perfect ass. Y/N moves her hands to grip her fingers in the soft blankets beneath her, as Harry suddenly pushes his middle finger into her dripping centre. Her hips jerk against the bed involuntarily, seeking more contact.

“You're soaking, baby.”

“Fuck, Harry, please.” She whispers, beyond turned on. He starts a torturously slow rhythm, sliding his finger in and out of her warm cunt. She buries her face back into the pillow again and braces herself for a second spank that never comes.

“It's pathetic how wet you get from basically nothing. Just let me play with your nipples and you're gone.” He grabs her ass, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh. “But you like that, don't you?” He finishes by giving a firm smack to her asscheek, causing a whimper to escape her lips.

“I want to hear you. Lift your face, love.” Harry whispers. She lifts her head, propping her chin on the edge of the pillow. Harry raises his body up on his knees, one hand still dipping his fingers in and out of her pussy while the other hand comes around to cover her mouth.

As Y/N tries to silence her whimpers, Harry easily slips another finger inside her slick entrance. She moans louder now, the vibrations reverberating through Harry's palm and urging him to go deeper, faster. He dips his head down to lightly bite her shoulder, earning him another deep moan as his rock-hard cock presses into her buttcheek.

“Let the neighbours know how much you enjoy getting fingered. Make sure they hear just how much you love my touch.”

“Fuck, Harry. You feel so fucking good. Oh!” She cries out as Harry increases his pace, moving his free hand down to her hip, gripping her roughly. He quickly removes his fingers from her sloppy pussy and Y/N whines at the loss.

“Did I ask you to complain?” He asks as he grabs her hips with both hands and juts her upward. Her ass now up in the air with her chest still pressed into the sheets. It feels submissive, her ass being up as if she is presenting her pussy to him. Not like he needs her to, he knows exactly where her pussy is.

“N-no.” She manages to answer.

“Good.” Harry grabs his cock, already leaking pre-cum and lines himself up. Without any warning, he thrusts into her, moving his hands from her hips to her waist, thrusting in and out at an ever-increasing speed. The lewd sound of skin slapping skin echoes in their hotel room and her eyes squeeze shut, as Harry does not hold back, pounding her into the mattress.

Y/N lets out a loud groan, burying her face in the pillows again to muffle her cries. But Harry's having none of it. He collects her hair and wraps it around his left hand, firmly yanking her head upwards, forcing her to keep her head up. A gasp escapes her lips, and her hands scratch at the blankets.

“Mmm, fuck!” She whines, her eyes tearing up from the feeling. Pleasure flows through her. She doesn't think he's ever fucked her this hard, and damn is she enjoying it. He's hitting deep spots inside her cunt she didn't even know existed, and the bruises he is sure to leave later are absolutely welcome.

Harry's thrusts continue, showing absolutely no signs of slowing. His cock pounds in and out of her, eliciting a high-pitched whine from her with each thrust. He pulls on her hair harder, angling her head so he can see her face as she's struggling to keep quiet. She keeps her eyes tightly shut, trying desperately to mask her groans of pleasure.

“Tell me how much you like taking my cock.” Harry says, his voice strained. “Tell me how badly you needed this. Tell me how much you love being my little slut.”

Y/N's body heats up at his words, her toes curling, and she silently curses him for making her talk. “I-I needed- ah- this so badly.”

“Shit, baby, yes. Say it again.”

“God, Harry, I need you- s-so fucking bad. Fuck.” She writhes beneath him, trying to escape the delicious torture. His pace is unforgiving, and his force hits her in just the right spots. His thrusts jerk her whole body, the loud smacking of their sweaty bodies colliding the only sound filling the room.

“Oh God!” She moans loudly, as Harry wraps one arm around her torso and pulls her up, his hand resting dangerously low on her throat.

“You need this, huh? This little cunt needs to be filled up?”

“Ah! Fuck, Harry.” She murmurs before a broken moan falls out of her. Her right hand holds onto his wrist tightly and her head falls back against his shoulder, her jaw slack in pleasure. She can feel her orgasm building within her, as this new position allows his dick to hit her G-spot repeatedly, shooting pure euphoria through her.

“Mhm, do you feel it? Right here?” He asks, one of his hands slipping down her body and pushing down on her lower stomach. She gasps, tears pooling in her eyes at the sensations he creates. Harry's hand slips further down her body, eventually reaching her most sensitive bundle of nerves and pushing gently against it.

“Ah!” A choked cry leaves her mouth and she freezes in his arms. She tries to catch her breath but all she feels is pleasure. Before she can stop herself, her head starts rolling against his shoulders, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

“That's it, baby. Come for me, wet my cock.” He groans in her ear as her hips start jerking, and her loud moans fill the room. “C'mon, scream for me.”

Y/N thrashes her head, eyes squeezing shut. A harsh cry leaves her as his rhythm continues, but her movements lose the rhythm, becoming uncoordinated. White light fills her vision, and an earth-shattering climax hits her, rolling over her and stealing her breath. Her orgasm floods her veins, every nerve ending lit up in ecstasy.

“Ooh fuck. Har... Shit!” Her hoarse voice bounces off the walls, the strength quickly leaving her body. Harry's arm stays tight around her, preventing her body from falling down onto the bed.

Harry removes his fingers from her clit, and Y/N relaxes into his embrace, humming happily as she catches her breath. Harry takes the opportunity to let her fall back down onto the mattress, his hands holding her hips steady as he slowly keeps thrusting into her.

Y/N cranes her neck around, her face flushed and expression smug. Harry tightens his grip, as he forcefully pushes his dick into her once more, her head falling forward at the feeling. Before he pulls out, slapping her ass once more before he roughly pushes her onto her back.

She is positioned with her shoulders on the edge of the comfortable bed, causing her head to hang slightly. She groans, her arms reach back to grab a hold of the blankets beneath her. Just as her grip tightens, Harry grabs her knees, pulling them apart and position her feet on either side of him, spreading her thighs apart.

He lines himself up with her wet entrance and pushes back into her, the new angle causing his dick to brush her sweet spot over and over again. She throws her head back, as her breasts bounce on her chest and she lets out a loud groan. Harry raises her leg up, her calf on his shoulder, foot resting on his collar bone.

“Holy shit.” He breathes, eyes firmly locked on her chest, and how erotic she looks. Her eyes meet his in surprise. She cries out in pleasure as Harry thrusts into her deeply. “You're so fucking perfect.”

She closes her eyes again, unable to handle the intensity in Harry's face as he whispers words of praise, calling her perfect, telling her how good her pussy feels around his dick. Harry grunts and the sound mixed with her pants, curses, and moans fills the room.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” She moans as his thrusts quicken, his brows furrowed and eyes closed tightly in concentration, and then moans spill from his lips.

“I-Oh my god-fuck baby, you feel so fucking good...”

“H-Harry.” She whines, voice uneven. She closes her eyes, feeling her inner walls flutter around Harry's thick cock. Harry readjusts his grip on her hips, pulling her closer. He moves one of his legs, widening his stance to give himself better leverage. To allow his thrusts to grow faster and stronger, Y/N's quiet noises change. They turn into loud moans and choked whimpers.

“T-too- Oh, too much.”

“You can handle this.” He croons, his voice strained and heavy. She nods, and Harry quickens his pace even more, angling his dick so he constantly rubs against that one spot. “God, your tits look so fucking good with how much they move. Drives me crazy.”

Her nipples are hard, grazing her skin and sending white-hot pleasure coursing through her. Harry reaches down and cups one of her breasts, her hand coming up to join him. She moans and writhes beneath him, throwing her head back when his thumb moves over her nipple, teasing it.

She whimpers, pussy clenching around his cock, suddenly overwhelmed by Harry's assault of pleasure. As soon as Y/N realizes what's happening, she brings her hand to her clit. She slips her hand between her thighs and starts circling her clit in a continuous pattern. She moans weakly, feeling herself clench down on Harry, letting him know how much his actions were working.

“Did you ask if you could do that?” Harry grits out, his hips pounding into her relentlessly. Y/N shakes her head but refuses to stop. Her fingers never break their movement.

“You're about to come again, aren't you? Holy shit- oh my fucking... Fuck, you little slut.” He whispers harshly, but he couldn't care less about her getting herself off at this point. She would if he'd stopped her, but it was undeniable that it turned him on, even more, knowing how eager she was to be stimulated while he took what was his.

“P-please, H.”

“Mhm.” His hips stutter slightly, as his focus wavers for a split second. “Do it.”

She whimpers, as she continues rubbing. Her hand moves in time with his movements as Harry gives himself completely over to lust. He slams his hips into hers, burying himself to the hilt on every thrust. He swears loudly, breath heavy and panting. He can hear her fingers on her clit rubbing incessantly, making it harder for him to hold back.

“Jesus Christ! It's... Fuck... Baby. Let go.”

A long, high-pitched moan falls from her lips as she throws her head back, cunt clenching around Harry's throbbing cock as she rides out her second orgasm of the day. Her right hand flies away from her clit as Harry sets a quick, punishing pace. She knows he is almost there, just needs a little more.

“Harry. C'mon. Come inside me.”

“Fuck, Y/N. You know I can't.” His mind is frantic, her words bring him one step closer to tipping over the edge. “That little mouth of yours will have to do it.”

It takes her a couple of seconds to realize what he means. She slides off the bed, a pleasurable shiver running through her, straight to her core as her feet touch the cold floor. It doesn't help her overheated body at all. She slowly gets down onto her knees. Her gaze meets his and the world stops for a second as their eyes meet, the tension running high between them.

Y/N is completely in his element now, not just doing what he wants but giving herself over fully. Harry reaches down, wiping a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear before grasping the back of her head. He runs his thumb over her lips, caressing her skin before pushing her lips apart. She slowly licks her tongue over his thumb.

“Good girl.” He quickly pushes his length into her mouth, straight to the back of her throat. His eyes roll back as he struggles to control himself. Y/N gags, her eyes watering up. Harry reluctantly pulls back just far enough to let her breathe through her nose.

The taste of her essence combined with the salty taste of Harry's pre-cum fills her mouth. She eagerly hollows her cheeks as Harry pumps his hips against her, not allowing her much time to think or move. She rolls her eyes back into her head, and she loses herself to her pleasure as he chases his own climax.

“Oh fuck. I-shit...” His thrusts are growing slightly uneven and without warning, he thrusts all the way into her mouth and pushes down on the back of her head, forcing her to take his entire length. His warm cum spills into her, thick and sweet on her tongue. Y/N eagerly swallows him down, looking up at him with teary eyes.

Harry shudders at the feel of her throat against his sensitive tip. His breathing slows slightly. “Ah.” He winces, letting go of her head and sliding out of her warm mouth. Causing a string of saliva mixed with cum to connect the tip of his dick to her mouth.

She sits down on the hotel room floor on her knees, panting for breath and her head spinning as she attempts to collect herself. Harry slides his finger over her chin, collecting some of his semen which is still dripping down her chin and sliding it onto her lips. She eagerly licks her mouth clean and the sight makes his blood surge through his veins, his heart thudding away in his chest.

“Good girl.” He presses lightly against her lower lip, but his eyes remain trained on hers. Y/N's expression softens, and as Harry removes his finger from her mouth, she lets her head drop down as if she can't even stand looking at him anymore. But the slightest tinge of pink on her face betrays her.

“Looks like you actually enjoy doing what I say.”

Y/N chuckles as her mind begins to race again. Suddenly she doesn't mind one bit that she has to share this room with Harry for the next couple of days.

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Cooler x Reader HCs (The Basics)

ALL SFW!!! My interpretation.

Cooler is, in fact, a romantic partner -- only his expression of such isn’t entirely orthodox. He feels strongly and passionately about having you in his life. You can bet that you will not be taken for granted with him. Sure, sometimes he can be a little abrasive, but you are loved wholeheartedly by him and he wants you to know this. He isn’t limited by shame or pride when it comes to you.

His love languages are gift giving and quality time, mostly. His father influenced him to believe that giving someone whatever they wanted was one of the best ways to communicate that you think fondly of them, but this being said, he knows that’s not the only thing he should do for someone he cares about. He values the time of those he is close to, and will always set aside spare time for you. No matter how busy. He isn’t too physically affectionate initially, and acts of service aren’t really huge for him. But he does do words of affirmation as well. This tends to manifest in him spending time talking to you whenever he can, listening when you speak, and giving you things he believes you may want. 

Honestly, Cooler did not deal well with the realization that he had developed romantic feelings for you. He thought about it, rolling it over and over in his head. He couldn’t grab onto the thoughts in a way that he could rationalize, and it did irritate him a bit. He spent a lot of time trying to distract himself with other things for a couple days as he processed. By the end of the 3rd day, he realized that he had some options. He could suck it the hell up and take a chance with something that he could find satisfaction in, or he could skulk about, avoiding you at every turn. He chose the former, and returned to his usual routines with a little more confidence.

After coming to terms with his feelings for you, he started to be a little more forward with asking for time with you. He did so enough for it to be noticed by others, and it could be said that he may or may have not started tuning others out actively when you were around (so that he could pay more attention to you.) He would have been quite pleasant to you before, but it turned to him seeking you out and going out of his way to check on you. His attentiveness and new attempts to get close to you could easily cue you to his feelings. 

As his partner, he views you incredibly highly. Perhaps even as his better half. You brightened his life and allowed him a firm, consistent support and presence that not even Salza could offer him. He doesn’t feel as if you would not even consider betraying him, and wouldn’t hesitate to step to his family in the face of any adversity towards you. You strengthen him, and he intends to do the same for you. You’re not dissimilar to a partner in crime for him, except he may prefer that you sit back and relax while he handles things. He believes you deserve nothing but the best for what you do for him, and he damn well intends to get you it. 

Cooler likes to give you gifts very much. His gifts are always personally picked out as well. He’d never trust another with getting you a gift from him. (Besides maybe Salza, but even then that would be incredibly rare.) They’re often to do with your hobbies, or things you mention having interest in. He’d upturn an entire civilization for you in a heartbeat, he’s going to get you some nice things whether you expect him to or not. He loves to give you little luxuries as well, such as new and soft items for your room and so on. Clothing is not something he tends to go cheap on either, and while they’re certainly not his area of expertise, he will gladly ask someone else for better pointers when getting you items like that. He also isn’t against getting you things like flowers or foods, and while it’s not as often, he does do it.

He takes the time to learn about you by encouraging you to speak to him. He listens attentively, and will not hesitate to shoo others away to get the proper time to do it. Funnily enough, he doesn’t particularly like to stand and observe you without announcing his presence. He feels like it’s almost a disrespect to you, so he doesn’t really observe you in your “natural state”. He likes to hear you talk to him anyway. He enjoys feeling that you trust him, and doesn’t really take such a thing as a joke. 

His emotions are big and passionate. He shoves them down quite viciously though. He’s prone to repressing the things he thinks and feels until they nag him too much to ignore. He starts out kind of ignoring what he feels, and it can turn to him being kind of annoyed and taking time for himself to attempt to cool off. Sometimes he lashes out at others, but he actively avoids those who work under him to ensure he’s not being cruel with his subordinates. He can process the feelings eventually, but he needs to be given time to do so. It normally takes a couple days before everything has smoothed over. He can rationalize things well, but emotions aren’t the easiest to rationalize all the time. 

He probably isn’t the first to say “I love you”, but he certainly says it. It’s not a super frequent occurrence but you can bet that it’s said, at the very least, once per day once he’s used to saying it.  (If I should make headcanons for this specifically, do let me know.)

Cooler’s love languages to receive, that make him feel cared about, are mainly quality time and acts of service. He likes to feel heard and understood. He values your time, and hopes you value his as well. Doing small things that you think would make him feel better, or even just picking up on when he’s stressed and asking about it, make him feel like you care about him deeply. He appreciates you no matter how you show your love, but those things move mountains in his heart.

He would do anything for you, and I mean anything. His pride will be set aside in the blink of an eye if you ask it of him. There is no challenge too large for him to at least consider undertaking in a genuine way, and while he certainly doesn’t care to put his neck on the line, with you there beside him, he certainly will do it if need be. 

I do believe he’s the type to be made better by a good relationship. His morals will begin to reflect yours, rather than the other way around. He may not lose his cold and sharp edges, but he certainly may dial back his atrocities and consider other routes with your input. If it means that much to you, then he is willing to reevaluate what he does to help smooth things out. 

Cooler can be swayed by a simple ask once he’s in a dedicated relationship. He does care about the people around him as it is, and upon having a strong love for someone, he will not be unwilling to do something quite large to make things even slightly more convenient for you. You give him a reason to do something, and that something he will do.

He does have some tendencies to do with showing off. He likes to show you his domain, his power and pull across the universe. He believes the best way to impress you is to show you that he’s more than capable of taking care of anything you can possibly find yourself concerned about. His stability in his life is the thing he figures you’d be most influenced by. This being said, he occasionally likes to make shows of power as well, though not as often. He doesn’t talk about what he can do for you, so much as display it.

He is a Freak(™).

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A recent post in the mumbo jumbo tag has me thinking abt my old dsmp x hermitcraft au from like. 2-3 years ago so here's some 4am rambles abt it!!! Reminder that it's c! not cc! yada yada you get it

Grian being Tommy is a given. Like they're an inch away from being the same person. It's so obvious. Grian is a generally very confident guy, though it's mostly a façade and he's pretty easily broken if you do/say the right things.

Mumbo fits pretty easily into Wilbur's role - not for any real reason, but I also fully believe Mumbo has the capability to go from definitely not a drug van to blowing up said drug van in the name of "captain goes down with his ship" because if he can't have it no one can

To continue with sbi I kind of struggled on who would be Techno, but then. Doc. Because who else??? I fully believe Doc would find some way to automate netherrite mining to make enough gear for an army (however small it may be.) Also the image of him kind of being brothers with Mumbo and Grian is so funny. Doc would 100% support Mumbo going on a villain arc and would also summon a wither while waxing poetic about heroes and villains and how everyone but him is kinda the bad guy because. That's kinda what he already does??

Scar. Scar is hard because I really like the image of him being Schlatt as a reference to s7, but I think he works better as Tubbo. Scar is underestimated imo, and I think Tubbo's whole arc meshes really well with Scar as a character. Also the tragedy in the "who am I without you?" "yourself." Really fits Grian and Scar??

I still haven't figured out Ranboo so. If anyone has any suggestions please lmk.

For Phil I think Xisuma really helps round out sbi. Again not for any real reason - out of everyone I've mentioned so far, I know the least about Xisuma - but I am feral for the very familial bond he and Mumbo seem to have and. Well.

I really like Cub as Quackity. It started when Scar was originally Schlatt as a reference to Convex, but I can totally see Cub in Quackity's casino arc. Otherwise I don't know a lot about him so if anyone has a better idea lmk!!

Pearl is Niki. Given the life series, I can totally see Pearl getting super attached to L'manburg, then feeling utterly betrayed by it and burning down the tree but she secretly never stopped caring about it. She's already lost her life for that country, and she's willing to die for it again, even if that country died alongside her in that control room. Unfortunately I still don't have anyone for Eret/Jack :(

Getting a little off topic, I think Ren would make a good Sam. I believe wholeheartedly that whatever lore Ren has going on that he would do a story where he literally is just Sam. Ren is another character I don't know too much about so again if there's any other suggestions. You get it.

I think that's everything I have so far tbh. I've been pacing in circles trying to figure out who would be Dream and I think figuring him out would help the whole rest of the au but. Yeah. Again suggestions are very much appreciated because this was originally a crack au when I first got into hermitcraft right after my dsmp hyperfixation lol

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ATEEZ Jeong Yunho Tarot Reading - Personality

Disclaimer: I do tarot readings for fun, so please read them with a grain of salt. Don’t take my words too seriously and just keep an open mind. Tarot is a divination tool that can’t predict the future, as every single individual has their own will and makes their own decisions. Tarot is not a fixed fate. It should be seen as a guidance and a good friend that just has your best interest and gives you advice when needed. I’m not putting anyone in my readings on a pedestal nor am I trying to harm anyone. One last side note, I’m not a native speaker, so please excuse any wrong spellings or poor grammar.

Date of Reading: July 4th 2024

Decks: Edgar Allen Poe Tarot, Wild Mystic Oracle

Yunho could be a quite anxious person or is just easily stressed and worried

he feels hopeless at times

he fights many internal battles without anyone noticing

often doubts himself and has pretty dark thoughts frequently

i think he has a hard time being alone or in a quiet place because he would feel consumed by his own thoughts

he’s an overthinker

he’s very emotional which troubles him often

could also feel guilty when he’s having a good time while others suffer

feels easily pressured by society and like he’s being watched 24/7 which scares him a lot

people close to him admire him a lot though

loves being in nature but also likes to party or just celebrates with his friends and family

loves to bring a smile on other people’s faces

supports his loved ones unconditionally

he’s born to be a star

could get angry when people question his authority

likes to be in charge in his personal connections, could be a bit controlling

is confident in his abilities

is often confused about life

like he lacks joy and direction

he’s constantly looking for his purpose and identity

his brightness is sometimes overshadowed by self-doubt and challenges

he doesn’t pay much attention to his inner child

struggled a lot in life but people would never think he did because he puts on a mask to protect himself

like the other members, he’s also ignoring his health and vitality

he likes to take risks in life

is very good at keeping secrets and will always keep his private life one big secret

he could hide his true intentions

has a fear of rejection and easily feels abandoned

he’s having trust issues and could be manipulative

was betrayed often or possibly also betrays others

if he betrays others, i think he goes more for people with power or money (it’s giving eat the rich)

because he stands up for people who aren’t as privileged as him

could take an unethical path at times

got his heart broken too many times

he’s a good leader

wants to create a harmonious environment in the workplace, at home and in relationships

he needs people around him to find happy happiness move forward in life

Hope you enjoyed!

Love, Nicky 🫧

Masterlist

[sirenjose]

Why does Annie have an issue with Ganji?

The answer to this primarily has to do with Annie’s own experiences with her father and fiancé. Her anxiety began to form due to her strict father that didn’t truly love her. A father that saw her only as a failed substitute for her mother, who he likely also didn’t truly love except for her wealth. Nevertheless, Annie’s father didn’t accept Annie for who she was and wanted to be. He educated her in how to be a substitute muse in place of Wendy, forcing Annie to be something she wasn’t and didn’t enjoy. A father that only allowed her 1 hour of leisure time with the toys left by Annie’s mother, toys she saw as comfort and safety, and eventually formed a sort of dependence on (like a crutch I think).

Despite this, she was still kind and implicitly believed in those she trusted. This included the person she thought would be the love of her life, someone she thought would accept her as she was that wouldn’t just marry her for her money. But she was wrong. And worse, her fiancé had been working with her father, who managed to steal the inheritance left to her by her mother. This betrayal devastated Annie, likely worsening her self-confidence and anxiety, as well as caused her to develop serious trust issues. In any case, we know Annie was bad off enough to be sent to a mental facility (on top of whether she actually did have a miscarriage and had to deal with that loss as well).

So when Annie meets Ganji, she likely equates him in her head to her father.

Annie's 2nd letter describes Ganji as "He was unlike any other before him and seemed to harbor hostility toward everyone. Especially the noise he made by throwing his stuff on the table—it felt like everything would be stirred up by him."

She sees and focuses on Ganji’s irritation, hostility, and aggressive behavior, which is likely similar to how her own father acted towards her. Continuously irritated at the failed imitation of Wendy, causing him to react hostility and aggressive towards her, which could relate to Annie in her 2nd letter being said to wear a “nervous smile” and trying to control her “trembling hands” behind her back before rushing back to her room. She likely had to do the same thing with her father. Forced to smile, not allowed to show her fear, but running to the room left by her mother for safety whenever she could. And by equating Ganji in her head to her father, she also thinks of the betrayal from him and her fiancé, which is why she fears him, especially after the drugs worsen her anxiety. Her working with Aesop to take him out in her 4th letter could imply she felt she had to take him out before he did something bad (as like with her father and fiancé, she may think he could betray them too and thus needs dealt with before that happens).

Regarding Ganji, it’s a bit unfortunate Annie is treating Ganji this way, as this was the same way Ganji’s neighbors were described to feel and treat him. His “horrifying face” scared them, as did his irritability. They described him as a “thug”. But also they felt he was someone that would cause them trouble and thus needed to be avoided.

Ganji in fact is actually a kind person deep down whose personality was forcibly changed and hardened after many years of mistreatment. He is also a very lonely person, who’s been without friends and family for a long time, to the point the impulsiveness and irritability he displays is actually a result of extreme depression and anxiety caused by severe homesickness. He is a lonely boy in a foreign place left to struggle alone without support, surrounded by people who saw him as inferior and treated him only as an object or toy.

He came to England from India because he thought the invitation he’d been given was a great opportunity, but ended up being betrayed, deceived, and taken advantage of.

Despite all this, Ganji has a simple goal: he wants to go home. He wants to see his mother. He wants to make sure everything is ok.

Ganji and Annie are actually quite similar. Both suffer from severe anxiety (Annie was likely also depressed after what happened to her, and so both share depression too). Both care greatly about their mothers, but are unable to be with them at this time (Annie’s mother died before she got to know her but she still loves her based on everything she left behind for Annie. Ganji grew up with his mother but was separated without an easy way to return, even when his hometown is in trouble). Both have been betrayed (Annie by her father, Ganji by the British Royal Team) and manipulated for someone else’s own ends (Annie by her father and fiancé for her inheritance, Ganji for information about his hometown so others can profit from its “spice extraction”), and thus both have trust issues. Both also treasure toys from their mothers (Annie with the wooden toys purchased by her mother, Ganji with his sheep toy, not to mention 1 of Ganji’s likes is listed as toys, with another being “play”).  Both were originally kind and/or kind deep down (Annie was kind to those she trusted before she was betrayed, and Ganji’s original/actual personality is described as “kind”. Ganji is actually quite soft, with how 1 of his likes is listed as “flowers” and 1 of his interests is “music”).

There’s also how Annie was said to dream of the power of her “wooden wings” to “take her away to the world outside those walls” (her father’s), while Ganji specifically has 1 of his dislikes listed as “high walls” (escape the manor of the Queen’s Guard he was brought to by the British Royal Team, as well as the walls of the detention center he was put in for a time).

Unfortunately, communication is difficult for them, especially once the drugs used on Ganji and Annie worsen their anxiety and issues with their past (according to Victor’s and Aesop’s 3rd letters), and it only gets worse as the game goes on.

(I wonder, Aesop’s 2nd letter has him describe Ganji as “that cranky guy with a strange accent”, while Victor in his 2nd letter says about the note Ganji left him “The note was folded up irregularly. There were a few scribbles on it, seemingly for the girl. The surface of the paper was rugged, as if the handwriting had been altered many times”. I wonder if part of the reason Ganji had trouble communicating could’ve been because he isn’t the best with English and/or English wasn’t his 1st language, considering Aesop mentions his “accent” and Victor implies he wrote little and it had taken him awhile to write even that much.)

[saintobio]

Omg ok ok hello! I had this huge rant in my head about sy and sn so pls feel free to ignore it, but I love your writing so much and it gives me some STRONG FEELINGS. First of all it surprised me that I like the way you write y/n cuz she doesn't become a "bitch" after the whole deal with Gojo and have some elaborate revenge plan, but she is also not a goody two shoes (even if she stayed with Gojo earlier but she had a lot of external pressure to stay in the marriage). Not that those tropes are necessarily bad but it's just more realistic this way. She's just a person who has been deeply hurt and is trying to do right by others. Even if she has made big mistakes, she still wants to make up for them cuz she's not completely in the right either. Also getting bashed by everyone for trying to make amends/ not following their advice regarding you own life; while very triggering for me (lol) is also just such a natural reaction. Not right, just natural. When things get out of people's hands and they want to blame someone for it, they often go for the one who is actually trying and won't retaliate if for nothing than to just keep the peace. Also wanting people to understand your side of the situation yet feeling undeserving of it at the same time because of your mistakes is UGHHH I feel like you do that so well! It's amazing but genuinely heartbreaking to see how far Satoru has come as a person too. Also when he thinks about how he wants to be a better person for Akemi IT MADE ME WANT TO PUT MY HEAD THROUGH A WALL... cuz WHY COULDN'T HE BE LIKE THAT FOR US!!! At the same time we have moved on without him, so if we are allowed that luxury then why isn't he? It's just so ANGSTY AND SO SO GOOD! Because we love Satoru we always will but he had a chance and he fricked it over terribly! So it would be idiotic to go back to him but at the same time the heart yearns for him. This is a side tangent but whenever any character says "this is not like you", "you have changed, this isn't how you'd act" makes me so MAD lol (maybe bc I am triggered?) But these guys WATCHED MY GIRL GO THROUGH SOME HORRIFIC SHIT AND STILL EXPECT HER TO NOT BE PERMANANTLY AND IRREVERSIBLY CHANGED???!! ;-;; IDK what they want from her oof >.< I do think Akemi is a shitty friend but I can't bring myself to hate her completely. Seeing them together is so ANGER INDUCING AAAAA (and her wanting a family with him is fine BUT THIS EARLY?!JUST AFTER ADMITTING YOU FEEL "SORRY" FOR BETRAYING US?! IT MAKES ME WANNA HURL HER TRHOUGH CONCRETE) but at the same time Satoru and Akemi both deserve someone who can love them. It feels hypocritical to be angry when we ourselves told him to move on and find someone who can love him the way he deserves. It's just very very shitty it had to be them. Sera is also such an interesting character. She has a lot of traits that I admire a lot. Her resourcefulness and complete and utter pride/confidence and being unashamed to ask for things/ stand up for herself (even when she is wrong) is something I wish I had sometimes. Still wanna stick her head through a toilet tho and yet when a person who slept with a married man can see the bloody violation of girls' code that is sleeping with your bff's EX HUSBAND oh BOY you should KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG. I have no strong feelings for Toji (cuz I don't like him much anyways but that's just personal bias XD )but I do think his anger and frustration is well founded especially since he runs over whenever the reader needs him. He's so supportive and invested and honestly he deserves someone who can give that back to him. It's kinda sad but then again I don't like him much to begin with lol.

OH AND THE ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER IS SOOOOO PAINFUL. To always be the second choice even for YOUR SON OHHH MAN I'D RATHER YOU PUT A KNIFE THROUGH MY HEART ;-;

All in all I hate how much I love this series and love to hate these characters and take out my repressed anger on them cuz I can't do that irl. This series is my Roman Empire lol. It's so painful, yet so beautiful and it makes you FEEL so many things and yet hold out hope for things to become better. I love this, love you and your writing- ok mwah bye bye (and thank you if you read this rant put together by my post nap, barely coherent brain) I have so much more that I want to say. I can write essays about this series and how it uses so many technically "cliche" tropes but it is anything but cliche . Truly some of the best angst I have read like ever!

oh wow !! i don’t even know what to say, this feels like such a comprehensive review of the sy series sdksks but i think many readers could definitely relate with some of ur points here :D this is such a nice perspective to read, thank you so much for sharing and tysm for reading sn/sy aaaaa i’m happy u enjoy the angst as much as i do <3

[zylophie]

Yandere Drabbles With Nene, Mafuyu & Toya

♬ yue is typing...

↻hello, ModRui here but I'm also called as yue. Thank you for taking the time to read my work! It's showtime~!

■ warnings : implied stalking, gaslighting, slight mention of mind-breaking and isolation.

► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Yandere Alphabet, Letters Of B, I, M and T with Nene, Mafuyu and Toya...

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💬 ┊ Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

💌 ┊ . . .

Nene wouldn't dare to scare you off and she isn't willing to get her hands dirty, what if you will hate her if she does something bad like hurting another? The thought scares her to the core so she never want to disappointed you in any ways, she wants you to adore her as much as she adore you...

"Hey Nene, are you okay? You've been staring at my face for a quite while..." 

"Eek?!"

...you never know how hard she tried to get your attention, everything she does is for you, hoping you would return the feelings one day.

💬 ┊ Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

💌 ┊ . . . 

Nene dream of a simple and sweet love life with you, supporting each other and hanging out on your day offs. Maybe in the far future, she could live together with you, playing video games and she get to see you first thing in the morning before starting the day...she doesn't have that much confidence to begin with but maybe with you, she doesn't have to worry about that cuz just being near you is enough to make her on cloud nine. She haven't gotten the courage to ask you out herself so she is secretly hoping you would have the same feelings and ask her that life-changing question...

"...(name)..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Uh... nevermind... I just want to say... your name..."

💬 ┊ Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

💌 ┊ . . . 

Nene is not that much different from how she act around her friends and family than how she act around you but people may notice the constant stares she may give while you aren't looking. She get all flustered whenever you just happen to notice her staring and this lead to some teasing from her friends...

"I see you're staring at your crush again?"

"O-Oh... I...wasn't staring..." 

"NENE HAS A CRUSH!!?"

"...! D-Don't say it so loud..!"

💬 ┊ Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

💌 ┊ . . . 

When your eyes starts to get all teary, feeling worried, Nene try to reach out "... hey, are you okay..?" but before she can wipe a tear, a loud slap echo through the halls. Blinking in disbelief as she stare at her hand "(n-name)...?" She flinched when she saw the irritated look in your clear (color) eyes, why do you look so hurt and betrayed...? She didn't know why, couldn't move a muscle, fearing it will worsen your mood more than it already is.

It's feel like she couldn't breathe as you stare her down but to her relief, you look away 

"... whatever, it's not like you can understand how I feel" 

"hey...wait...I don't understa-" 

Ignoring her calls, you turn your back on the girl, refusing turn back...not even once as you walk off, feeling bitter...if only you turn back, you would have seen her sorrowful eyes, tearing up as she was forced to stare after your figure, disappearing into a corner as if trying to hide your very existence from her watchful eyes. 

Nene couldn't understand...

She just couldn't understand what you mean by what you told her...

Did she do something wrong to make you hate her?

Then something inside her shattered into pieces, it was as if it was waiting for the moment to sink in...she finally broke down, weeping as the world die down...a soft whisper could be heard if one choose to listen...

 "I'm sorry..." 

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💬 ┊ Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

💌 ┊ . . .

Behind her sweet facade, laid a twisted side that Mafuyu rarely show, she prefer using psychological methods instead of violence, manipulating her enemies into questioning their own sanity by the end of the day, she is an expert at hiding her own tracks...

"Mafuyu, remember the girl who was kinda rude to me the other day?"

"Hmm, I remember her, why? Did something happened between you two again?"

"Uh, well she suddenly approach me earlier to apologize but...the weird thing is there is something about her was...off...I can't explain it..."

"I think she probably just feel so guilty about it that she is...so shaken to think about the consequences of her actions if someone just so happen to hold a grudge against her..."

"Oh..so you think she got in trouble with the wrong crowd and that's why she is acting like that?...I guess it's make sense?"

"Don't worry about it too much, you should eat your lunch while you still can"

"Oh shoot...!" 

Oh how naive you can be, (name)...

💬 ┊ Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

💌 ┊ . . .

The future where you are smiling without a care in the world, that's the kind of future she wants to see the most. She simply want what was best for you so whether you get many injuries by tripping yourself over for being such a klutz or you accidentally cut yourself somehow, she want to take care of you to make sure you are healthy and happy...

"Did you trip over yourself again, (name)?"

"U-Uh yeah, I didn't see where I was going... sorry to keep on bothering you to patch me up, I'm not...a burden to you, am I?"

"Oh, not at all. I'm happy to patch you up anytime"

💬 ┊ Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

💌 ┊ . . .

Not to a certain degree, Mafuyu seems to have a gift for keeping up appearances in front of other people but there is one difference between in the company of others and you...

"...so is there no one going to tell her that whenever she see (name), her eyes lit up but with everyone else, her eyes are just blank?"

"..."

"..."

"Um..."

"Really? NO ONE?"

"Let's just... leave her alone for now"

💬 ┊ Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

💌 ┊ . . .

When Mafuyu found you crying in the back of the school building, she was a little startled when your eyes look reddish and clear tear stains on your soft cheeks as if you were crying for quite a while.

You were crying...

Who dare to make you cry like this?

"Come on... let's go and wash your face, okay?"

"O-Okay"

You poor thing could barely mumble a single word with your throat so sore from crying your heart out earlier... whoever was it, she will deal with them later but now, her first priority is comforting you at the moment.

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💬 ┊ Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

💌 ┊ . . .

Toya like to keep his hands clean as much as possible if he can, his go to method is isolating his darling as much as possible so he won't have to worried about having you been taken away from him...

"Toya, why do you still hang out with me even with those bad rumors about me?" 

It was lunch time when you suddenly ask him that question, putting down his chopsticks, Toya glance over to you looking so dejected that almost makes him feel bad for what he did.

"...I just don't believe those rumors about you, I think you're a good person at heart"

"Really...? I...thank you for trusting me..."

"Yeah..."

You only need him in your life, no one else matters because he will leave you behind...

💬 ┊ Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

💌 ┊ . . .

He want his darling to heavily reliant on him for most of your life if possible, he let you to meet his friends whenever he needs to practice for the next performance. Toya wouldn't force you to trust them completely but he doesn't want you to be friendless either so he hope you can feel comfortable enough to considering them as your only friends...after they are people he can truly trusted with you.

"Toya, can I go with you to your practice again today?"

"Sure, are you sure you will be okay with them?"

"Yeah...they are nice people so I... want to be their friend since they are your friends too...so uh..."

He think it's cute that you feel awkward to make friends with his band mates but he is glad that you're still you even after you got isolated by everyone else.

💬 ┊ Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

💌 ┊ . . .

Toya is a worrywart when it's come to you so he is slightly more talkative which people notice it since he is always so calm and quiet, it's rare to see him seem... lively in an odd way...

"Toya seem... different"

"Yeah, it's weird..."

"I guess someone like him can get carried away  by something too if he try"

💬 ┊ Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

💌 ┊ . . .

He was really caught off guard when you come into the room and started crying in his arms, patting your back to soothe you as your tears wet his shirt and he didn't need to ask that what make you like this...he wait for you to tell him yourself....for a while, you two stay like that in complete silence...

"Feeling a bit better now?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm sorry for crying so much..."

"It's okay, I... don't mind it actually"

You don't need other people to be happy with life...you only need him by your side and you won't leave him for another, after all it's only him who can understand your pain...

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