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snipersfucker · 10 months

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Hcs for mirage and make it spicy too 😈

yall so down bad for that robot dick smh (me too)

its nsfw (mirage x human!reader) stuff here so mdni even though i know yall read that 18+ shit anyway but imma just put it here. also, i am a grown ass woman and was still blushing while writing this so. warning: its hella fucking long

mirage headcanons

let's start with something that just popped up in my head:

when he's the dom, he praises you a lot but also i feel like he's the type to slightly tease/mock you? hear me out. "aw, you're gonna cum? yeah? you wanna be good for me and cum?" while slamming into you and ridding you of any thoughts

and while subbing, he's so whiny... like, whimpering, begging you to let him finish (in general or inside you cause i have a breeding kink) but also, he's being a big fucking brat, literally provoking you so that you'd go harder, be meaner to him

loves edging, loves doing it to you, loves watching you squirm and turn into mush with that cocky smile on his face, only using his hands on you

he definitely likes being edged, too. definitely. imagine him with his wrists tied behind his back, you not letting him touch you/stop you from torturing him, him complying even though he could easily break free..... he's a good boy and lets you do anything you want. (whimpers)

overstimulation as well, he just loves seeing you in that state, begging, crying in pleasure, moaning, whimpering, whatever. really.

he loses it when you overstimulate him though, definitely overheating and not being able to do anything other than beg you to stop, even though he's so fucking into it

12 inches. at least tbh.

i don't even wanna imagine what his cum must taste like, it's either washer fluid, gasoline or fucking rainwater he collects inside him so that you wouldn't have to swallow the first two things idk

back to pleasant things:

he'd definitely take you on rides where he just tells you to touch yourself for him in the driver's seat so that he could watch and hear everything

if you're a bold person (me) and came up with that idea first? like, he's driving around, talking with you through the radio, the mood is already slightly sexual, teasing and all (you know how he is), and then you decide to win the war and begin slowly undressing and touching yourself.... i feel like he'd either go completely silent for a moment or be like "damn... didn't know you had it in you". and expect him to literally ruin your insides when you get back to the garage. the positions he'd put you in.....

speaking of positions. he's big. i really like to believe your human body would be able to take him (i definitely would) but i am not entirely sure. do i care, though? no.

so his fav one is cowgirl. you straddling his lap while he's sitting, his servos on your waist/hips, them not moving you up and down but only staying there, allowing you to do anything you want (he doesn't wanna hurt you as any normal person)

missionary, too. mating press when he feels like ruining you in the sweetest way possible.

he'd try most things you'd ask him to do. he's a whore tbh. but. choking is a no, slapping and any other thing that could potentially cause you unwanted pain due to his strength and size is a no for him. wrapping his fingers around your throat just so that you'd feel them there? hell yeah. actually applying pressure? you might die

doesn't mind your hands on his neck, though. he knows you can't do shit to him, he'd let you hold a knife to his throat if you wanted to tbh, he couldn't care less (turns him on)

he looks like he fucking enjoys roleplays and the cringe ones, too. like, police officer stopping him for speeding, him acting all innocent and then he has to get punished for breaking the law or some shit. he just has that face that looks like he likes these things

he'd be so bratty as well. "no, ma'am, i am sure i wasn't speeding. well, you could always handcuff me if you think otherwise....." in that fake innocent tone....

size kink, breeding kink (just pretend his cum is normal like, potential gasoline inside me is a turn off for me personally tbh), bondage... he'd tie you up but again, he doesn't wanna hurt you, he'd prefer if you had complete control over your limbs and all. but loves it when you do it to him as i mentioned earlier

he's gotta prep you real good before putting it in, again because of his size. fingers, lube, your spit, anything. he needs to make sure you're stretched out enough to take him

he'd definitely steal your panties to jerk himself off with them (will be writing a whole fic about it someday)

speaking of masturbation, he's a horny fuck, everything about you gets him going and there aren't enough occasions for you to actually have sex, so he just uses his own hand, imagining you in various positions, even the impossible ones just because.

i don't think they have involuntary boners that show and they have to transform a bit to get their dicks out so he just does it to get rid of the unbearable tension inside him, not because anybody would see him with a hard-on

he cums a lot. the fluid literally never stops coming out of his dick when he finishes. breeding kink goes brrrr once again.

once came up with a funny safe word and told you to use it every single time you feel anything else other than pleasure

his digits are so big, he could easily use just one and make you crumble for him with just pushing it in and out of you

his aftercare probably consists of him holding you after sex, although he's aware that the metal body might not be the most comfortable thing ever. he'd definitely offer to take you on a joy ride afterwards. oh, and praise, too. but would also probably playfully make fun of you for saying horny stuff you'd normally never say to him if your mind wasn't clouded with lust

he's so confident in his bedroom abilities, too, as he should tbh.

i want him to manhandle me but also make him my pet.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 2 months

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A/N ::: So I don't think I'm broken anymore. 1 week of a actually doing something didn't ruin me. I come back on the weekends.

C/W ::: Draken x F.reader, Make-up sex?, unprotected sex, P->V

WC ::: Kinda long, 3,035. Happy with every word.

You were going over to Draken's place to collect the rest of your stuff today. It's ok though, because he's out doing some stupid Toman shit and won't be there. Seeing him right now would be your absolute downfall. It would permanently wreck you. You're so fucking horny all the time. Yeah, so, you have toys. But your toys will never measure up to his cock. They'll never measure up to his hands or his mouth on you. He could get you wet by just looking at you for too long.

"Ohp, snap out of it, y/n. Stop. Now." You had to remind yourself on the way over there that not only would you not be seeing him, but you wouldn't be fucking him, either. And all the thoughts that penetrated your brain consisted of him. Pounding into you at such an unforgiving pace you thought you were actually going to die - but it was ok. There was no better way to go than being fucked to death by him. Him of all people.

The 2nd in command of Toman. Mikey's №1… in many aspects. Sitting at the red light you started thinking about how Draken was your №1, how you were his №1.5. Mikey always came first when it came to business. You always came first when he was done with that shit.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the light had turned green until the car behind you honked their horn. "Fuck!" You slammed on the gas and turned the wheel a little too hard, causing the car to jerk sideways and you almost lost control. "Perfect visual to my life right now. Goddamn it, Draken. Leave me alone." You were really starting to lose it.

After calming down and pulling over to catch your breath, you realized you were already at your destination. It wasn't like you needed to check the address or anything, you knew exactly where he lived. And so often, you were on auto-pilot. Whenever he called you, you floated out to the car and eased your way down into the driver's seat. Your pussy already sensitive. Reeling in the anticipation of what he was going to do to you. How he was going to make you feel.

"Fuck. Ok, y/n. Keep it together." You hopped out and made your way to the front door. No one was around, and the gate was unlocked. That's always a good sign. Draken must have forgotten to lock it before he left. He was expecting you to come by today, but you double - triple checked the date to make sure he wasn't going to be here. If he were, you know all to well that you'd end up fucking in his room before you left with the rest of your things.

As you unlocked the door with your spare key, you realized he probably left the gate open for you. "Thanks, Ken." you muttered to yourself as you walked into the living room. It was just as clean and organized as you remembered it. Nothing out of place. Everything had its spot. That's one of the things you loved about him.

You made your way to his bedroom, and as soon as you opened the door you were greeted by his scent. That fucking smell. It was so intoxicating. He smelled like a mixture of cologne and musk. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on, but it was so sexy. So damn irresistible. You wanted to rip off your clothes and roll around on his bed just to soak up his aroma. You had half a mind to find his cologne and spray it all over you and your stuff so you could have it permeate your senses one more time and last until the smell completely faded away. But you managed to resist the temptation to go down that path.

"Ok, focus." You had to snap out of it again. "This is the last time you'll be in here. Just grab your shit and go." You gathered your clothes and some other miscellaneous items you had scattered around the room. Some makeup, a few books you borrowed from him, and some other trinkets that you didn't even realize you had left behind.

As you were stuffing everything into your bag, you found one of your old bras. You actually weren't even sure if it was yours. "Damn, Draken." You laughed to yourself as you shoved it into your purse. You didn't know how it ended up in his drawer, but you assumed it was from one of his one night stands. They must have left it behind and he either didn't bother to throw it out or he didn't know what to do with it. You decided to take it and toss it when you got home. "It's not like he's gonna miss it anyway."

Once you were finished, you took one last look around the room. The memories flooded back into your mind. The nights you spent tangled in his sheets, him fucking you so good you almost passed out. The way he whispered in your ear how much he loved you. How he was addicted to your pussy. You remembered how you would sit on his face and grind against him until you came. How he would eat you out like you were the last meal on earth.

"Stop! Stopstopstop it!" You smacked yourself across the face, trying to snap yourself out of it again. You couldn't think about him anymore. It was too much. He was too much. You grabbed your bag and headed out the door, locking it behind you. As you walked out to your car, you saw the garage door was open and you noticed his bike sitting there. It was so shiny and well taken care of. You remember riding on the back of it with him, feeling the wind whip through your hair as he zoomed down the streets. You felt so free with him. So alive.

"Not the point, asshole." You said to yourself, making your way over to the open door. "Hello?" You asked. It wasn't like Draken to leave his door open like this. It wasn't like him to not have his bike. There was no answer so you walked in. "Anyone home?"

And there he was. Sitting on his stool, lowered all the way down so he could work on whatever the hell he was working on. You never knew what he was doing. But you knew that he looked amazing doing it. "Hiiii," you said, slowly dragging out the 'i'. He didn't turn around. Didn't even flinch when you said that.

"You're supposed to be gone, Ken." You said, annoyed. Still, he didn't move. "Did you hear me? I said you're supposed to be gone!" You started to get pissed off. This wasn't part of the plan. He was supposed to be out with Toman, not here. You didn't want to see him. "Hey!" You smacked him on the shoulder.

He jumped up and put his fists in front of him. "FUCK! Don't fucking sneak up on me, y/n! Jesus!" It was then you saw he had earbuds in. A smile spread across your face. You weren't sure if it was the satisfaction of knowing he didn't hear a single thing you said to him or that you scared the shit out of him. He was always so aware of his surroundings. Always knew what was happening. But not today. Today he was at your mercy.

"You fucking scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing here?!" He was fuming. You couldn't help but laugh. You hadn't seen him this pissed off since you two broke up. It was a sight to see.

"I came to pick up the rest of my stuff, you jackass. You said you wouldn't be here." You crossed your arms over your chest. He looked so good when he was mad. It made your pussy clench.

"Yeah, well, Mikey had some shit going on and needed me here." He started to calm down after the threat of the unknown smacking him on the shoulder passed. "I didn't think you were gonna stop by today." He leaned back on his stool, eyeing you up and down.

You knew what he was doing. He was checking you out. Trying to get a rise out of you. Make you squirm. "I … don't … look at me like that, Draken." You didn't know what else to say. You were so frustrated with him. "Don't fucking start."

He stood up and walked towards you. "Start what? I didn't start shit, y/n. You're the one who came in here and started hittin’ me and shit. You smacked me on the shoulder." He whispered in your ear. You could feel his breath on you. How hot it was. How sweet it smelled - and you could never get over that. How typically gross things that other people look or smell like, you had grown to love about him. It was infuriating. You were doing so good until today. (Good meaning you had only thought about him while touching yourself. You hadn't actually broke down to see him.)

"Fuck, Draken." You pushed him away from you, but he grabbed your hands and held them in front of you. He was so much stronger than you. It was pointless to try and fight him off. It was pointless, but it wouldn't be a lost effort. Something would come out of it. And you hoped it would go in your favor. "Don't do this to me."

He pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you. "Do what? Hold you? Is that what I'm doing, y/n?" He squeezed you tight. Your back against his chest. His head resting on your shoulder. You could feel his breath on your neck. His cock starting to harden against your ass. "You want me to let you go?"

You shook your head. Yes or no, you don’t have a single clue but you still did it. You didn't want him to let you go. You wanted him to hold you forever. You wanted him to fuck you until you couldn't see straight. You wanted him to make you feel like he used to. But you knew it was wrong. You were broken up. He didn't belong to you. "We can't, Draken. We have to stop."

He turned you around and looked you in the eye. "Stop what? This?" He rubbed his nose against yours. Teasing you. All you could think about was how it would feel to have his lips pressed to yours. It was like a fire had ignited inside you. A burning desire to have him. To feel him. To touch him. "Is this what you want me to stop, y/n? This?"

Before you could say anything, he had his mouth on yours. You tried to resist, but it was useless. Your body melted into him like it always did. The kiss was so slow. So deliberate. So well-planned. You're sure he knew you were coming over today. You both made plans to not have to see each other, that was what was agreed upon. And yet here you both are.

Right where you need to be but not where you want to be? Is that what's happening? Is that the right order? Or is it right where you want to be but not where you need to be. But all you can think about is his taste. His tongue. Tracing your bottom lip from side to side, top to bottom. The warmth of it familiar and all-encompassing. You never wanted to give it up.

He started to pull away, but you grabbed his face and kissed him back. Your hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer to you. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, carrying you into the house. He set you down on the counter and started to pull off your shirt. "I missed this, y/n. I missed you."

He slid his hands down your body and undid your jeans, pulling them off of you. You couldn't believe you were doing this. That you were letting him do this. But you couldn't stop yourself. "I ... hoh ... fuck, Kennn-nuh."

He pulled you down and bent you over the counter. Your tits pressed against the cold marble. He slid his fingers into your panties and felt how wet you were. "So fucking wet, baby. You want my cock don't you? You want me to fuck you, y/n?"

You moaned as he rubbed your clit. "Yes. Fuck. I want you, Ken." He pulled your panties down and spread your ass apart. "Please fuck me, Ken." He spit on your pussy, getting it nice and wet. You heard him unzip his pants and felt the tip of his cock rub against your entrance.

"I'm gonna fuck you, y/n. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget why we ever broke up. You ready, baby?" He pressed his cock inside you, inch by inch. "Oh, fuck." You whimpered as he filled you up. "So fucking tight. You missed my cock, didn't you, y/n?"

He started to pump into you from behind. You couldn't believe how good he felt. How he stretched you out. The way he hit all the right spots. "I missed your cock, Ken. I missed it so much." He started to fuck you faster, his hips slapping against your ass. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum already."

He pulled you up and started to play with your tits, his cock still buried deep inside you. "Cum for me, y/n. Cum all over my cock. Let me feel you, baby." He bit your earlobe and squeezed your tits.

"Oh, fuck!" You started to cum, your pussy clenching around his cock. "Fuck, y/n. I'm gonna cum."

He pulled out and your head dropped at the sudden lack of him. He turned you around and lifted you up, guiding your legs around his waist, He carried you down the hallway to his room but halfway there you slipped down on his cock. "Oh, shit. Fuck!" He started to cum, his cock twitching inside you. "No! Fuck! Not - not here, not yet!"

"Oh, god!" You started to cum again, your juices dripping down his cock and onto his balls. He pressed you against the wall and fucked you harder, his cum spilling out of you and onto the floor. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He grunted, his cock still pulsing inside you. "Oh, fuck, y/n. I'm still … cumming."

He slowly slid out of you and set you down on the floor. You were both panting, trying to catch your breath. "That was ..." you couldn't even form a sentence. You couldn't believe what just happened. You were supposed to be getting the rest of your stuff. And then Draken wasn't supposed to be here. And now you're cumming on his cock. You didn't know what to think or do. "Ken ... I think ..."

He picked you up and carried you to his bed. "Shh, just shh, y/n." He pushed your legs apart and kicked his pants off the rest of the way, laying down on top of you. "Don't talk. Just feel me, y/n." He kissed you again, this time it was slow and passionate. He slid his cock back into you, pumping in and out of you at an even pace. "I love you."

You looked up at him. "Ken." You put your hands on his hips and stopped him from moving. "You can't. You can't say that to me while you're buried balls deep in my cunt. It doesn't count. It doesn't count right now."

"The fuck are you sayin'. It should count more now than any other time. Why the fuck you think I'm saying it righ' now, hah?" He started to move again, his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. "I love you, y/n. I always will. You can't change that."

You pulled him closer to you and kissed him again. You didn't want to argue anymore. You just wanted him. "I love you, Ken. I love you, too." He started to fuck you harder, his cock throbbing inside you. You eyes began to roll back into your head. "Fffuhcckk," you moaned as he fucked you deeper. "Oh, fuck. Oh … fuck."

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your neck. He started to bite and suck on it, leaving a trail of hickeys from your collarbone to your ear. "Cum with me, y/n. Cum with me."

You both started to cum together, his cock spurting inside you. He kept fucking you, his cum dripping out of your pussy and onto the bed. "Ken, stop. Stop, Jesus, mercy, uncle. White flag waving!" You laughed and pushed him away and he rolled over onto his back. He was so fucking hot. His chest covered in sweat, his cock still hard and twitching. "Fuck, you're something else."

He chuckled and grabbed your hand, pulling you on top of him. "Hmm … So are you." He pulled you down and kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth. You felt so happy. You forgot how good it was with him. How perfect it was. How in sync you were with each other. "I love you."

You laid on top of him, listening to his heart beating. "I love you. I love you, too."

"So." He said quietly.

"Mm?" It was all you could muster at this point.

"Unpack your shit and bring the rest of it over. You live here. You live with me now." You could feel him smiling against the top of your head.

You looked up at him. "Ken. You can't be serious. I can't ...""Yes, you can. You will. Not letting you go again." He kissed the top of your head and picked up the key you sat down on his nightstand, slipping it back into your hand.

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vashtijoy · 1 year

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Loved your analysis posts on Akechi and the PT. Imo I feel like people greatly overblow Akechi's third semester personality. I constantly see him written as being really aggressive to the PT and he IS but also not really? He's cold and pragmatic in order to get the job done, he's not interested in starting catfights with them.

His interactions with Sumire in particular showcase this really well. Akechi's not offering her a shoulder to cry on but he does give her a hand when he feels she's about to compromise the mission.

He insults Maruki to hell and back but it's not like his "true self" has no filter when it comes to interacting with allies.

Thank you! And yeah, I agree. Third semester Akechi is pretty much collected, focused on business, matter-of-fact. Cold and distant as fuck. Cynical, of course. He interjects snide comments and personal attacks into what he says, but he doesn't do it constantly; he'll say exactly what he thinks, unless he has a reason not to. Irritate him even a little, and you'll know all about it. And despite "I'm always calm" being such a meme, he does seem very calm—but I think it is explicitly an outward calm. It's the sort of calm that makes someone seem deadly.

I wonder how well he compartmentalises in that month. He's always shoved everything he doesn't want to face into a box. Is he still doing that? Or is it breaking down? The "dead man walking" thing must colour everything he thinks, for instance—he's prepared to face his death rather than live under Maruki, but that doesn't mean he actually wants to die. There are a couple of moments where he's like... I have a philosophical objection to this, or hey, check out this cool thing. And then he just... stops. What's the point? Who cares? Why bother? He almost seems kind of depressed.

Plus, as far as his ~redemption~ and ~second chances~ go—he's not going to mend any bridges in a month. He doesn't have to come to terms with a damn thing. He can just shove anything that's going on with him down into its box where it belongs. All he has to do is focus on getting his mission over the line. For one month. And you can speculate about how successful he ultimately is.

He still introspects, like in the Jazz Jin conversations. He shows concern for Joker and Sumi. And why does he care about Sumi? Don't forget that at first, in his navi phase, he thinks she's the Palace ruler; he's watching her. But later, I think Sumi makes him think about his own situation, maybe, with the way she overcomes her false self and commits to her true self. And he does like people who make him think.

And what's even left, when all the false, simpering shit is removed? Some of it's the void: the emotional emptiness and the pure determination that got him into such a fucking mess to begin with. That's really him. The impatience with idiots and the sharp tongue is him for sure—he wants to fucking talk, finally, to say at least some of what he really thinks. He's doing the same thing in the confidant: he puts something out there, and sees if he gets pushed back. What will it take, to make them cast him out? How much of him will be "too much"?

So there's also that impulse to keep everyone away, which contradicts the definitely-real Akechi we saw at the end of the engine room, with all his masks gone: "none of that happened, that's not me, if you think it was, I'll make you wish you didn't". It will take much longer to face that than he has. And it would be dangerous to the mission to do it. So why bother?

Some of it's Cognitive Akechi, I think, who showed up unstoppable and deadly at Akechi's lowest point. Don't forget how closely the Akechi fight parallels the Okumura fight, with the beatdown by the Phantom Thieves leading to an execution by an Akechi. I don't know if third semester Akechi consciously mimics Cogkechi, but it seems likely that he is influenced by him; that that image of Shido's reinforces what Akechi would view as his strongest points.

As for losing his shit in combat? Yeah, that's a deliberate choice too, and something he has full control over, other than in the showdown where he uses Call of Chaos. Just like Joker, he puts a mask on to unmask a difficult aspect of himself, one that has no place in society.

I think there's at least a bit of the gutter-rat kid he was showing, when he fights. Every time his voice breaks down (and I work from the Japanese audio because I'm a nerd and a weeb) I wonder... okay, this is a textbook anime breakdown into the villain voice, but is there a class differential here? Maybe it's a British thing but I'm weak for Akechi losing his polished accent under stress, fight me.

So yeah—you want him to be ashamed and cower in the corner? Like he has to earn the right to be there? No, he's not going to do that. He fights the way he wants, the way he enjoys and needs to fight—while still remaining within the confines of the team. And it is only in combat that he's like that; he even keeps his usual surface calm when they're walking around in the Palace and in the cutscenes. I don't think it's surprising Maruki makes him lose his shit; Maruki is trying to manipulate him. And that's a trigger for Akechi, make no mistake.

That moment he unchains himself in the engine room stays with him forever, I think:

HELLO, CREEPY BOY but watch his face: he smiles. He sees something. He understands something. And he doesn't forget it.

#asks #persona 5 #goro akechi #thanks for this anon!#my head is full of cotton wool today and this was nice to think about #i think this is a bit disorganised but i'm going to stop writing now lol #p5 meta

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samynnad102687 · 1 month

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I wasn't expecting you.

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March 19 Prompt: I wasn't expecting you. | 1205 words

Enjoy some pure fluff!

James was ecstatic. He had been waiting his whole life for this day to come. His wedding. His parents always told him stories about their wedding or well their whole love story really and he couldn't wait to have his own. James loved openly and loudly. His heart was always on his sleeve and he refused to have the person he fell for think that they weren't loved. No matter how stubborn they ended up being.

James was standing in his dressing room at the small church that they found. When James pictured his wedding when he was younger, it was in a big church surrounded by all of their family and friends. Oh, well. To be in love is to also compromise, according to his father. And James would do anything for the one that he loved the most. He looked in the mirror again before Lily showed up in the doorway.

"Are you ready?"

"I've been ready, Lils." James smiled easily.

Lily was one of the bridesmaids, which should mean they were focused on the other groom but his groomsmen weren't that responsible. At least not according to Lily, who, if you ask her, had spent way too much time making sure everything was ready to leave it to Sirius to fuck anything up. Sirius had been losing his collective shit for the last week leading up to the wedding.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. You've been ready since your parents told you about their wedding when you were seven," Lily mocked with a wave of her hand before she looked out the door. "Let's go. The music is going to start soon and you know that he will be pissed if you aren't there waiting for him."

"Yeah, I know."

James shrugged on his suit jacket and tugged on the lapels with one last look in the mirror before he buttoned it and followed Lily out of the door. The double doors were held open for him and his father was waiting at the end of the aisle right in front of the altar. James turned back to Lily, who gave him an easy smile and James couldn't have been happier about what he was about to do.

He stood up at the altar with his father unable to contain his smile. The music started and all attention was focused back on the double doors. James' heart was doing flips in his chest in anticipation. Remus walked down the aisle with Lily first, then Pandora by herself. Little Luna and Harry walked down next, with Luna throwing the rose petals everywhere she saw fit and Harry holding on to the rings like his life depended on it. They were the most adorable twins that James had ever seen and he loved to babysit them when Lily and Pandora wanted to have a night out.

The music changed and James held his breath as he looked back at the double doors to see the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life. Regulus was whispering to his brother before he looked up and caught James' eye and smiled fully. James melted instantly and it was a surprise that his knees didn't give out underneath him. Regulus and Sirius made their way up the aisle and James stopped breathing altogether when Regulus was in front of him. James figured that Lily and Pandora would have put makeup on him but he didn't expect the stars that adorned the corners of Regulus' eyes.

Sirius was saying something to him but James couldn't hear him over the litany of Regulus, Regulus, Regulus going on in his head. It took a minute and somebody smacking him upside the back of his head before he came back to the present and glared at Sirius who had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You can ogle him after you are married," Sirius laughed before adding, "preferably when I'm not in the room."

Yeah, yeah," James mumbled before Regulus turned towards his brother for a second.

"You know, Siri. I'll make it my mission to have him ogle me especially when you're in the room."

Sirius gagged and shook his head, probably to dispel the thought before he stood next to James and Regulus took his spot in front of him.

"That won't be a hard mission, love," James whispered before he pressed a chaste kiss to Regulus' cheek.

Monty cleared his throat to get everybody's attention. The church was quiet aside from Monty speaking and the low music playing in the background. James couldn't hear any of it as he watched Regulus as if his life depended on it.

"James," Regulus said quietly as he laid his hand on James' cheek, pulling him from his albeit, increasingly dirty thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Your vows," Regulus chuckled before he glanced around at everybody waiting with bated breath for James to speak.

"Oh, oh yeah. Sorry," James laughed nervously as he ran his hand along the back of his neck.

They had written their own vows and Regulus hadn't heard them yet, actually, nobody had heard them yet and James didn't know why that was. He supposed that he wanted to keep it a surprise. James pulled out the piece of paper, simply for something to hold onto. He had them memorised. James looked at the paper for a minute and changed his mind, putting it back in his suit jacket and grabbing a hold of Regulus' hands instead. Regulus smiled sweetly.

"Regulus," James stopped and cleared the lump in his throat before he continued. "Regulus. When I was younger, I had always pictured my wedding and the love story that I wished that I would have. I used to wish that I could have a love story like my parents did but that didn't happen like I had planned when I was a mere seven years old. I had always thought I would marry a nice girl and live in a big city full of life but as soon as I met you, that dream changed. You came out of nowhere and I wasn't expecting it. I wasn't expecting you."

James smiled easily before he continued again, gripping onto Regulus' hands tighter, "You challenged everything that I thought I knew about love and relationships and I am forever grateful that you did. Yes, we had our ups and downs, but what couple doesn't? What I'm trying to say is that if I had been given the chance to go back and have the life I thought I was going to have, I would have told whoever gave me that opportunity to shove it up their ass. You are the love of my life and I couldn't imagine spending another day without you in it. I love you, Starlight and I will always love you until the day I day and in every lifetime after that. There is no getting rid of me now."

Regulus chuckled lightly and James beamed so bright that he could probably light up the entire church from it.

"I have no intention of it, mon soleil."

The rest of the wedding went off without a hitch and James couldn't be happier to call Regulus his husband now.

Also on Ao3: To Have and To Hold

#marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #marauders fanfiction #regulus x james #sirius orion black #jegulus microfic

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melloween-candie · 9 months

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Yandere Felix + Darker Side

The darker side of this headcanon - Yandere Felix

Requested // Request Rules

"Omg I loved the yandere felix! Could you do something more with that idea? I love angst so why not that ahah, your pick tho! Take your time!"

A/n - Okay, so basically, this is just an add-on to the other headcanon but will be going into the darker side of Felix and what he'd do... This will also be a headcanon! Hope that's okay.

Submitted by Anon

Warning! cussing, mental abuse, physical abuse, forced sexual activity, starvation, panic attacks, seizures, murder, mental destruction, force drugging

Word Count: 1,260

[Angst]

Yandere Felix (I'd recommend reading this first... though you don't need to.)

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Now, let's assume someone did find you.

Assuming Felix still hasn't learned the sealing spell.

Let's say a lost boy was going swimming, and no one else knew about it.

They got caught in a current and were dragged under the water.

Then they washed up in that very cave you were in.

YOU'D BE SO ECSTATIC TO SEE SOMEONE OTHER THAN FELIX!

You'd help the poor thing get dried up.

Once the boy wakes up, you explain everything.

You were hoping the kid was nice enough to help you escape, and surprisingly enough, he agreed to help you.

You didn't expect Felix to 'come home' till a few days later, but you were sadly mistaken.

He came that very night.

It was mainly because he was getting a bad feeling about the lost boy who got lost in Neverland.

So, he just wanted to check up on you.

He expected you to be asleep, but when he found you fully awake with that kid, everyone was looking for... things got messy quick.

You panicked, obviously, but he pushed you out of the way.

He was filled with rage, and that kid stood no chance.

That poor kid was beaten to death in front of you...

You ended up having a panic attack, and Felix had to stay longer than he expected.

Don't get me wrong, he'd stay forever if he could, but if he stayed too long, Peter would start questioning him.

Now that you understand that Felix isn't afraid to hurt someone for you- it's best not to try at all.

Do understand that, during that night, he manipulated you HARD.

Saying stuff like-

"He was only trying to get between us."

"He wasn't actually here to help you!"

"How many times do I have to tell you?! I'm the only one you need!"

Apart from that, he's also very controlling.

When he tells you to stop doing something- he won't repeat it.

If you make him- he'll force you to stop.

Example-

You're paying more attention to your stuffy collection- He'll rip up all of them.

Of course, he doesn't usually use force to get you to do what he wants, but when he's in a bad mood, then yeah- he loses his patience quick.

On a side note-

Felix isn't bellow using drugs either...

Meaning when he's too annoyed and doesn't feel like listening to your constant whining- good night :D

Or when he's horny... Good night :D

Now, if you did something bad... like so bad he believes it needs a punishment-

Normally he'd punish you by not giving you food or he'd put you in solitary confinement, but... in this case- let's say you did something super bad.

Like slapping him.

He doesn't tolerate a darling who tries to hurt him.

He'll lose his shit quick after that.

He'd take away the blankets and anything else he deems you unworthy of.

Then he'd tie you up.

He wouldn't even care how much you whine.

He'd tie you up in the most uncomfortable position possible and leave you there on the cold, hard, rocky, wet floor.

He'd leave you like that until you apologized.

And the worst part is- he'd need to believe you.

This could go on for days.

You could be laying there crying, starving, smelling like a rat, praying he'd believe your apology this time.

And you'd only get one chance to apologize per day.

Eventually, he'd 'accept' your apology. But his main goal was to make sure you would NEVER do that again.

It worked... but if it didn't- then the worst punishment you could ever imagine would happen.

He isn't below the idea of beating the knowledge into you.

He can do it for as long as he needs to.

The worst part is- he'd secretly enjoy it.

And once he finally feels like that was enough- he'd leave you with your injuries.

Mind you, that is, by itself, already bad... but the fact that you are in a wet cave can make your injuries worse.

Meaning- overnight, maggots already got into your wounds.

You freaked out and tried cleaning it up yourself, but your body ached too much.

So, all you could do was pray that Felix would hurry up and arrive and hope that he brought a med kit.

If he didn't bring one... he'd just smile and say he forgot.

Then he'd act like everything is fine even though most of your wounds already got infected...

He won't let you die though!

Now another horrible thing he'd do- Apart from...

Killing

Manipulating

Controlling

Physically harming you and neglecting you-

(Mentioned in the other Headcanon)

He'd fuck you.

He tried respecting you every time you said no.

But you just kept saying no.

He tried earning your love- but you just kept being bad.

So, by this point, he lost his patience, and he had his way with you.

Once that happens, he isn't going back to asking or initiating.

By this point, he doesn't expect for you to change at all, so he'd just rip the clothes off you.

The worst part is he wouldn't even bother getting you new clothes after.

He'd just leave you naked in that nasty cave feeling completely disgusted with yourself.

(Btw- this is when he no longer feels anything when he fucks you when you're drugged asleep... Meaning he wants you to know what he did and is currently doing to you...)

And if you got pregnant... it could go multiple ways.

One- if you didn't tell him, that baby would die.

What I mean is that with all those punishments and the fact that Felix can't always be there to feed you even though he tries... It's just impossible.

Two- if you did tell him... he wouldn't be excited. At all. He didn't think you could get pregnant because of neverlands magic.

But if it was possible... he wouldn't be a monster and physically kill it. He just wouldn't try to help it... Basically, nothing would change, so if it survived, then it survives; if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Three- if it made it, it would probably get sick at some point being in that damp, cold, cave... and well, die. (Mind you, Felix doesn't care for it, so he wouldn't get clothes or food or anything for it. He mainly sees it as a nuisance.)

Four- if it still managed to survive, Felix would end up losing his patience, and he'd kill it himself. Either in front of you or not... you'll know it's dead if he never gives it back to you.

That would be your breaking point.

You'd have so many panic attacks being with him... you'd probably fall into seizures too.

You'd just be so miserable being with him.

Oh, and if you were a girl this whole time (If you weren't, then just skip the parts that clearly made you a girl- along with this part)

And you were on your period. Good luck with that.

If Felix is in a good mood, then sure, he'd put in the time to get you stuff to help with your cramping, but if he comes home feeling angry and shi*ty... then don't even bother asking.

Don't even complain... otherwise, you'd just become his punching bag again.

Overall, you question if he even actually loves you at this point...

I'd rate the darker part of Felix a 2/10 (I'd rather die before having this version of him as my Yandere 💀)

A/n

So glad I saved this into a google doc 😭. I was TOO CLOSE to losing all this work... (Tumblr didn't save it 😖)

#once upon a time #yandere #once upon a time felix #ouat yandere felix x reader #ouat felix #ouat yandere felix #headcanon #yandere headcanon #female reader #male reader #physical and mental abuse #dark side #ouat dark felix #once upon a time fandom #once upon a time fanfiction

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newkiqx · 2 months

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Nearly every single modern computer utilizes cobalt, a mineral whose supply chain is so heavily dominated by slave labor that it's practically impossible to ethically source. Ignoring AI, it is even ethical to do digital art at all? The production of a drawing tablet is not a victimless crime.

I feel you when you want to reduce this to something as simple as a comparison. But bear with me (or alternatively, I put a tl;dr/conclusion at the end).

Much of capitalism is unethical - yes. I agree with this point completely. It's impossible to completely avoid unethical consumption in the world we live in. But it's good to be thoughtful of it and I think businesses and governments responsible for bad practice should be held accountable. Sadly I can't change the world on my own in any meaningful way, but i'll do my part where I can & vote people into power that care about this too.

Taking your comparison for a second, I feel like the art project of that OP was asking a much more direct "I bought cobalt I didn't need and then turned into a children's toy, could this be art?". And my reply was basically yeah sure it could be art, but was it worth it? My point is that I'm not sure on that last part, and leaning towards a 'no'. They specifically sourced it unethically and made that the center piece, which is distinct from the utilitarian nature of consumer electronics we need to get through our lives. Unethical sourcing of art can be a goal or statement (like here cw dead pets) but will then of course still be a part of it. I don't think ethics were considered for the post we're discussing though and it instead only discussed the very unproductive 'is it art' discourse. This, of course, matters about as much as my "dick" being objectively "long" or not.

Maybe getting a little sidetracked, but I also want to mention that cobalt is an extremely useful metal, whereas AI.. well.. i've mentioned the very human cost of mturk and the wholesale theft of the entire internet. There's also:

the power required

the jobs in art it threatens and therefore the skilled labor we stand to lose if we're not careful

the inevitable price hike and betrayal of the public as soon as alternatives are out competed (this will happen)

the risks of biases (racism, ableism, sexism) in an opaque weighted system like AI & the fact we cannot deal with this except for slapping some extra prompts in front

AI poisoning our actual collective knowledge with untrue shit. Recent cases in point being the hilarious fake mouse dick science being published and the ai generated inaccurate servals on google, but there's a lot more going on

the risks of companies and people in power using AI to more efficiently screw everybody over and hide behind 'machine told me so' accountability loopholes

the risks of AI being used in all sorts of malinformed use cases

But what are the gains? What do we stand to win? Call me cynical, but we already had an infinite amount of pictures at our fingertips, as well as all the mediocre writing you could ever want (but actually much better because someone loved writing it). I feel like all these general AI's are good for is filling the pockets of some very rich robber barons and grifters, as well as diluting everything that's beautiful and true in the world.

Quick sidenote - Some specialist AI have genuinely already improved the world, like with medical screenings, but even then it's hard to really call it a win because reverse engineering the reasoning of an AI is so fucking hard. And again, they're a slippery slope with insurance companies wanting a piece of that pie badly, just so they can apply their 'justified' penalties to people not even sick yet.

tl/dr; So in conclusion, no, I don't think your comparison holds up. I agree that it sucks that so much of necessary consumption is unethical in ways we can't easily fix as consumers. But one thing bad does not equate other thing good. If anything, it should inspire you to do better where you can make a difference and hold the ones responsible for the exploitation in this world accountable.

Don't let it eat you up though. I'm not even saying you can't use it for inspiration ever. But any art based on these generated pictures cannot be divorced from the ugly side we'd rather not see: the underpaid army of technically not slaves and the wholesale theft of everything.

also sorry but i couldn't not include this (source: matt bors)

#long post #txt #ask #fuck ai art #ai #ethics #negativity

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Big Bottom Energy

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Reader

Summary: There were some battles you really wish your wife would just leave alone.

WC: 628

You generally did a good job of staying out of petty drama. Becky was normally right by your side on that regard, but there were some people who knew how to push her buttons. This time, it was Bayley. There were a lot of places Bayley could have gone to rile up Becky, but this time she went the route that included you. Specifically, your sex life. There was a rumor about two wrestlers hooking up at the PC when it was first up and running. Most people didn't put it together that you were in that first PC class because you hadn't completed it, but everybody knew Becky had been there. Bayley just happened to have been one of the people who had caught you and Becky the first couple of times you had hooked up there. Years later, and Bayley had caught the two of you again at SummerSlam after the doctors had taken care of Becky.

That night, it had been entirely Becky's fault that the two of you were even fooling around in the first place. The pain meds were enough to dull it and make Becky a little bold without being loopy. You had brushed Becky's advances off for most of the night, but there was only so much that you could ignore. Bayley had come to check on Becky because underneath everything, you knew those two cared about each other. You thought that Becky had locked the door behind her, but when Bayley opened it up to find you on your knees in between your wife's legs, you learned that Becky had not locked the door. Bayley had been quiet about that night, but you knew that it'd come up eventually. Her and Becky had a habit of getting into very personal little verbal spats.

"You call yourself 'The Man' and talk about how you get business done, but I'm pretty sure that you're not getting shit done in the bedroom. You talk about how you detest The Queen, but you're just a pillow princess. Big Bottom Becks," Bayley said. You had never seen Becky's composure go out so quickly before. It was stupid, but Becky was going to say something. You just hoped that it wasn't anything that would come back to bite you in the ass.

"She's just begging to fuck me Bayley. Surely you remember what it's like to beg. Have you ever had a tag partner you didn't have to beg to let you fuck them?" Becky looked all too proud of herself for that one. You heard the commotion of people collectively losing their minds both backstage and in the crowd, but you ignored all of it until you were in the ring. Becky's face faltered a little when she saw you, but not enough for anyone else to notice.

"You're done," you said to Becky. She didn't budge, so you slid into the ring. You weren't sure what was going to happen when Becky started moving towards you, but you hadn't expected her to give you what could only be described as the cheesiest old school Hollywood style kiss you had ever experienced. It was all for show, but the slip of tongue had been specifically for Bayley. "You're done, let's get out of here before she kills you or you get yourself fired."

"It might be too late for one of those," Becky said proudly. She walked up the ramp with her arm around your shoulder. You could see her glancing back at Bayley, who was still trying to get over the low blow that Bayley had dealt her earlier. You felt sort of bad for her and made a mental note for Becky to apologize once Bayley had a few days to cool down.

#becky lynch x reader #becky lynch #wwe x reader #wwe #my writing

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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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you: excitedly telling me about your wonderful city and its wonderful transportation. me, immediately: okay but like how would the yanderes react to someone trying to look up their darling's skirt? and she like feels too shy or anxious to say anything?

a/n: sadfsdfsdf IT REALLY BE LIKE THAT SOMETIMES but also It Would Not Be a Fun Time To Be Honest™! thank you for the request and i did a pervert that tried to look up darling's skirt with a phone camera while she was standing in a train!

warning: female reader as requested, approx. 400 words each, public sexual harassment, offensive language towards others (not reader), mentions of violence

ayaka yamato ★ profile

uses her image as an Innocent Little GIrl™ to her advantage and makes herself seem as victimized as possible

if he's going to harass her darling, he better be ready for the consequences and ayaka is going to make them as bad as possible

The train was packed enough which, of course, made Ayaka's temper flare, but if the guy behind her bumped against her one more time--

She felt your arm around her waist tighten and she glanced at you, noting your obviously extremely anxious expression. She knew you didn't like crowds but there was no going around it, no matter how much she hated it too

When you pressed up even harder against her, Ayaka decided that it wasn't the train but something else entirely. Her eyes scanned the people around the two of you until it landed on some bald-headed loser sitting behind you.

The fact that the fat pig didn't free the seat for you already put him on her shit list but, oh, that wasn't even the worst thing he'd done! When Ayaka looked further down, she spotted where his hand was!

She let out the highest pitched scream she could, pulling you to the side a little so the two of you were equal distance from the absolute creep.

Everyone's eyes were immediately on the bald bitch.

"Sir! I can't believe you'd feel me up like that!" She clung to you, crocodile tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, her body wracking with fake tremors as she forced herself to tremble like a scared fawn.

Immediately, the crowd erupted with murmurs. People jeered and pointed, looking at him with disgust and noting that there were accusations from last week about a man that looked like him.

When the coward started to stutter out denials, the pussy businessman next to him immediately interrupted "No way, I think I saw him put his hand up a skirt!"

Why didn't you say something when you saw it then? Ayaka couldn't help but think. Still, she continued her façade, letting you 'comfort' her as the crowd all but lynched the guy that harassed you.

As a last resort, the guy tried to stand up and leave. However, everybody banded together and pushed the guy back into his seat.

Everybody started reassuring Ayaka, telling her that they’d turn him into the station police once the train stopped and that they’d make sure she’d get justice.

Outwardly, she expressed her gratitude as she slowly and gracefully wiped away her tears. Inwardly, she couldn’t help but be disgusted by these people.

She knew there were several people in the crowd that all saw him using his phone to peep on you but didn’t want to say anything. The only reason they were saying anything now was because she made a scene. At least now he was caught and you didn’t have to suffer.

She knew the last thing you would’ve wanted was to make a scene yourself. So, if she had to do it for you, well, so be it.

After all, nobody could touch you. Nobody but her.

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

would lose his shit

normally, he's very calm and collected, almost emotionless actually. you'd think he was a robot. but if he saw something like that? you'd see him turn into a monster real quick

Commuting with Ryouta was always an uneventful endeavor. In fact, most of the time, it was peaceful! He definitely enjoyed it; the rocking motion of the car, the gentle swoosh of the train, the way you'd lean against him all tired and soft.

Today, it wasn't like that. For some reason or another, the fates came together to conspire against the two of you. Not only was the train somehow packed but the two of you took a bit longer to board so the two of you were standing.

Ryouta wouldn't have minded if it was just him but he felt bad for you. He wanted so desperately to find somewhere for you to sit in.

There wasn't any.

So, the two of you were stuck standing and all he coul do was hold you close. He held onto one of the hand rails and you held onto his arm, face pressed close to his chest in an attempt at some sort of privacy.

He hated thinking about the way other bodies pressed against the other sides of you but it was a short ride and it would be over soon and then you would be free from them once again--

Ryouta felt you shift against him. You were inching away from something, pressing closer to him. His arm around your waist tightened and, instinctively, he looked behind you.

Behind you, to the man, sitting there with his phone underneath you, his camera open so he could peek up your skirt.

He felt his blood turn to lava in his veins. For a second, he was so angry that he didn't know what to do. He glanced at you, wondering if you knew.

Immediately, he got his answer because you had the most anxious uncomfortable expression on your face. His heart broke.

His body moved on instinct. His arm shot out, his palm so big that it encompassed the guy's entire face. He slammed the guy's head back and it hit the wall of the car with a sickening crack.

Ryouta didn't know if there was blood and he didn't care.

"You're disgusting, peeping under girls' skirts. You're scum. You're lucky we're in public or I would've fucking gutted you, you fucking pig." He spits out, truly spits out, saliva and all spraying across the man's face

Then, he lets go of the guy's face but only for a second. He readjusted his grip, grabbing him by the chin to truly look him in the eye.

"If I ever see you on this train ever again, I'll fucking take my pistol and I'll shower whatever you have in replacement for a brain in that empty skull of yours all over the walls of this car."

Then, as if he didn't just absolutely explode all over a stranger, Ryouta straightened himself, dusted off whatever particles he thought the stranger got on him.

He turned to you, that same expressionless face you've gotten so used to, and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

After that entire thing, the crowds practically parted like the Red Sea for the two of you. Ryouta just wanted to get you as far away from that bastard as possible.

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

the calmest out of the three outwardly but could definitely contend with ryouta inwardly loool

they're very level-headed about it tho so dont worry, it'll be dealt with in the way best way possible because they take care of you

Yeong-bae hated the fact that they were having you take the train but it couldn't be helped. If they had you take recognizable cars, the two of you would always be swarmed and the two of you wouldn't be able to get anywhere.

Still, to think that today, out all days, the train would be this full? It was a nightmare.

They tried not to think about everyone getting so close to you. They tried tor rationalize it in their head as the fact that they couldn't help it, that the crowd couldn't control it just as much as you couldn't. It helped but only a little bit.

Hopefully, their stop was soon and it would be over.

As always, Yeong-bae was hyperaware of your every move so, when you inched closer to them, your hand holding onto tgeir arm gripping them like a lifeline, they were immediately scanning around you, trying to see what was wrong.

It didn't take them long to see the ugly old man peeping up your skirt with his phone.

With swift moves, they pulled up their phone, taking a clear incriminating photo of the old man. It was obvious in the photo what he was doing. Then, as subtly as they could, Yeong-bae, dialed the station security and put it to his ear.

As the dial tone rang in their ear, they lowered their hand from the hand rail, wrapping their arm around your waist and pulling your body flush against theirs.

They turned you so the two of you swapped places and they bent down a little so their lips brushed against your ear "Are you okay?"

When you looked at them with those big doe eyes, your lips quivering and tears pooling, they decided that there was nothing you could say that could convince them that you were okay.

Thankfully, you had shook your head just as the station security answered.

In hushed tones, Yeong-bae described the man as best as he could, telling them that they'd come with their girlfriend to the station straight away with a photo of the man.

When Yeong-bae glanced at the pervert, he looked none the wiser and, even more disgustingly, the man was looking pretty happily at his phone. It made Yeong-bae’s blood boil to think that maybe, possibly, the thing he was looking at were photos of your underwear.

Only they could look at that.

Yeong-bae decided that turning the man in wasn’t enough. If the man ‘coincidentally’ dropped his wallet with his license and work ID, well, that was on him, wasn’t it? It was the least he could do for interrupting Yeong-bae’s date after all.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #female yandere #male yandere #nonbinary yandere #oc x reader #female oc #male oc #nonbinary oc #yandere #ryouta #ayaka #yeongbae #drabbles #female darling

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 11 months

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The Last Coffee

"All packed and ready to go?" Harry asked as he knocked on Draco's bedroom door.

Draco turned around, taking a break from applying tape on one of the last cardboard boxes. He nodded his head with a soft smile, "All done. The driver will pick up these boxes by tomorrow morning, that's alright right?"

" Yeah, as long as that person doesn't disturb my sleep." Harry shrugged in a joke.

Draco shook his head with a chuckle, "Typical Harry of you."

Harry for that brief didn't know what else to say because he knew Draco was going to be thousand of miles apart in a matter of few hours when for the last 10 years of his life they have lived in the same place, whether it was school or this apartment.

"Last coffee before I leave?" Draco finally asked and Harry nodded.

They collected their coats and walked hand in hand to the coffee shop by the corner of the street for what was the last time.

"So, this is the last time we're going to hold hands?" Harry finally said.

Draco sighed.

"Come on, someone had to say it and I know there's a lot on your mind so just say whatever it is or you know you'll regret it." Harry said.

Draco looked at Harry for a brief moment knowing he was right.

Right after ordering their last cup of coffee's together Draco finally opened up,

"Are you sure you don't want to give long distance a try? We could make it work if we try."

Harry smiled, "We could try, we could even try if you lived on the opposite ends of the planet but we know how it's going to end. Our time zone's are not even going to be the same, let alone we won't have a proper communication about anything. It won't be the same."

Draco teared up a little because he was hoping with his whole heart that Harry might turn his thought around if even at the last moment but he was losing any kind of hope here.

Harry noticing his emotions took his hands in his own and caressed them softly.

"I know you think this is easy for me but it's killing me inside. I have loved you for years, we've lived in the same apartment for 4 years, we've been together almost all the time, how can it possibly be easy for me to not be around you anymore? I've loved you all this time and I can't tell you how much I really want to make it work but Draco I know the differences we'll have, you'll have a whole lot of different people there, you'll be required there so many more times. You will need so much time to adjust into a new environment and I'll start wondering how much efforts you're putting in and then I will get used to it and by the time you'll be done adjusting, I'll have a life of my own, we won't be able to make time for each other, we'll have more fights than conversation- "

"Harry, just stop," Draco cut him off taking his hands away from Harry's hold, "you have this whole thing planned out as if you're going to do it. How are you so sure that this is what's going to happen? What if it's the opposite?"

Harry gave him a soft smile, "I don't know half shit of how it's going to work or what may happen or what may not. To be very honest, I think i'm wrong but- there is a 5% chance in what i'm saying is true and that is why before I lose you to distance, I want to be prepared for losing you. At least, I know I am ending it and not you because of distance," he takes a pause and sighs, "I just don't want to be hurt and hurt you more than I have. I don't want to fight and give up on you-"

"and so you don't even want to try?"

Harry shook his head, "I want to. I want to be proven wrong but I know I won't be because one day I don't want to be on the end where you say I don't think this is working and have my heart shattered but knowing that it was happening all the time. You know how you always called me a saviour?"

Draco nods.

"This time the saviour wants to save himself. Sometimes that saviour has to make sacrifices and compromises so this time i'm choosing to protect myself because I don't think I'll ever be okay if this ends after trying. How can you get hurt when you never even tried?"

"By knowing you never even tried. You are giving up, Harry, you've never given up before." A tear dropped down from the corner of his eyes and Harry wiped it away.

"I'm not giving up. I love you, I have and I always will but I'm not the same person I used to be. I have been a lot hurt in my life Draco and you know it so well, this one time, just once I want to not be hurt later."

"So, you're hurting me instead?" Draco sobbed.

"I'm hurting both of us really but I know I am hurting you. I know and I wish I wasn't but this is for the better and you'll know with time. I am so sorry for all the pain but we are meant to be hurt, now or later. Impending doom."

"So, its a losing argument with you? You are not going to change your mind?" Draco asked.

Harry teared up and shook his head, "We're both losing. I am losing you, I am hurting you but I know it's for the better of both of us. I want to change my mind but I know I shouldn't. I want to protect both of us."

"I don't think you're protecting anyone." But Harry didn't know what else to say because he knew he wasn't going to change his mind, he wanted to but he knew he shouldn't.

Draco shook his head and after wiping away his tears gave a smile, "I suppose it was good while it lasted."

"The best I'll ever have. Only one i'll ever have."

"I love you."

They shared their one last cup of coffee after which Draco left for unknown amount of time. Harry didn't know if he made the best decision or not, he always hoped he did but he never wanted Draco to live with any regret of ending things between them. Maybe they were doomed, maybe they were not. Distance breaks many hearts and they knew they'd be one of them but Harry would rather lose Draco to himself than to distance.

One last cup of coffee, that was all that mattered at the end.

I should've been studying but this was meant to be written..

the last?

Tagging some of y'all for a boost, don't hesitate if you're uncomfortable with the tag <3

@phoebe-delia @chinike @thecornerofbelu @nv-md @cissa-bee @missdrarrydawn @littlebodybigheartttt @harryandginnydeservesbetter @draco-lucious-malfoy @textrovert-01 @inflation-of-mind @dearly-devoted-dawdler @loves-to-read-fanfic

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco x harry #hp fandom #harry james potter #drarry prompt #harry potter fanfiction #drarry ship #drarry fic #drarry oneshot #drarry short fic #drarry angst #drarry hurt comfort #draco malfoy fic #harry potter fic

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zeroducks-2 · 11 months

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Where did canon SladexTalia even come from? Were they always some sort of fuck buddies or is it a retcon? And what's going on with Talia's 'oooh I don't know who's Damian's father. maybe it's Bruce 😙 or maybe it's Slade😘hehe' *groan* that was so cringy. And why did she want to have a child with Slade? It was so sudden and came out of nowhere. I just can't get my head around it.

If you mean this

It comes from the fact that Christopher Priest is an absolute troll.

So basically Slade and Talia have a fling in Deathstroke Rebirth, the run written by Priest in 2016 (the same that gave us Slade sleeping with Joseph's fiancée and killing a dog for no reason, yeah that run is wild) and at some point Talia puts out there the notion that Damian might not be Bruce's son, but actually Slade’s (since apparently they used to have a fling back then too).

Now this is obviously a retcon, and it obviously makes no sense. If we go by the original version, Talia got pregnant while she and Bruce where together but she had a miscarriage - or so she told Bruce, because actually the child survived and Damian was born. Later on this was changed with the more famous, more spicy controversial version in which Talia drugged and raped Bruce to get herself impregnated (or to get Bruce's semen and grow Damian in vitro. Depends on the version).

In both cases there's no way the child can be anyone's but Bruce: in the first it's because she got preggered by him while they were having a relationship and it's a situation where she could have not been seeing anyone else (not even behind Bruce's back), and in the second case because why in the fudge should she have gone through all the trouble of drugging and raping the man only to NOT have a child with him and instead having it with Slade? Like WTF.

Also I recall that when Damian initially appeared, Bruce ran dna tests to make sure the boy was actually his, obviously. Imagine the world's greatest detective and the most paranoid man alive taking "btw this is your son bye" at face value.

So why the whole "Slade might be Damian's dad" thing? As I mentioned because Priest is a troll or so I'm inclined to believe. He really did not want to write Deathstroke Rebirth, and what way is there to piss fans off more than putting into question their beloved biological link between Batman and his bLoOd sOn (I love Damian but some fans and some DC writers alike tend to be a tiny little bit excessive over the whole "batman's son" thing, like calm down bro you're the ones pushing for a nuclear family dynamic for the whole "batfamily", but somehow at the same time Damian is Bruce's only "real" son like what the hell is wrong with you).

As my ex housemate once said, it would have been fucking funny if Slade was Damian's father in that timeline, even if it didn't make a lick of sense, just because everyone was losing their collective shit. But regardless if Priest did it to troll people, or if it was just a lame way to create some drama-driven plot, there was no way they were going to actually allow him to canonize it.

If there's anything about it in other comics beside Deathstroke Rebirth I am not familiar with them.

#My asks #slade wilson #talia al ghul #damian wayne #The interactions between Slade and Damian in the Rebirth are generally very cute #Slade clearly likes the kid even if he's a little shit #And beside the beginning acts in a somewhat paternal way towards him #So maybe Priest actually wanted to make that happen #But I really think he was trolling

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anisette-blackwirth · 2 years

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SAGAU: Scaramouche comforts you after a bad day

spoiler warning: references to scaramouche's backstory and real name, inazuma archon quest spoilers

content warning: language, discussion of American politics, poverty, economics, war, mass manipulation, and Scaramouche generally being an asshole towards people not the reader. Not exactly a cult AU but close enough.

notes: I've been working on an SAGAU world for a while, just for myself. I'll go back to the beginning of the story later! I will!! Heck, I'll even set up a proper blog later. I just really need to vent this one lmao

Did I intend for this to be my first ever writing post? No. But did Roe v Wade piss me off on Friday afternoon, enough to want to get pats on the head from a skrunkly little war criminal? Also yes.

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The advice within is not intended as actual advice. The writer does not endorse any illegal activity.

[Fanfic under the cut!]

You had your head down and buried in your arms on your desk, just trying to breathe and calm down. The day had been truly awful.

You'd woken up to a mistimed bill coming through and putting your bank account into the negatives, complete with the dumb $30 overdraft fee. You'd forgotten to grab the breakfast muffin you left on the counter before you drove to work and subsisted on crackers you had stored in your desk for lunch. You checked the internet halfway through the day and found out about Roe v Wade being overturned, and then almost had an accident on the drive home because you'd merged without looking in your blind spot twice. You felt stupid, tired, and defeated, and you'd hopped into your personal office in Genshin just to get a break from everything. You hadn't even told anyone you were here yet, you just wanted to breathe and collect yourself so you could be the capable, intelligent person they all thought you were.

So when you heard Scaramouche's hat jingling as he hopped down onto your balcony, you threw any remaining sense of self-preservation out the window and didn't bother hiding your excitement to see him.

"Scara~mouche~!" You popped your head up and looked over at the man, grinning as his eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. Aww, had your greeting confused him? Well, you did usually try to avoid giving him any ammunition to use against you in the future, in case he tried to betray you....

Well, fuck that for today.

"What's wrong with you? You look like shit," he said. You just smiled and beckoned him closer.

"C'mere", you said as you waved your hand at him. His expression turned even more confused, but he walked up next to you and even bent down when you continued waving.

"What is i-"

You pinched one of his cheeks and pulled it gently, stretching his face. "My little skrunkly~"

He slapped your arm away and stepped back, but you just propped your head on your hand and laughed as you looked at him fondly.

"What. The hell. Is wrong with you? Are you drunk?"

"No," you said with a sigh. "Just tired. And I like looking at your face."

"You don't usually act an idiot about it," Scaramouche said. He rubbed his face and glared at you - even though you were pretty sure you hadn't pinched him that hard. If you'd actually hurt him, he probably would have electrocuted you immediately or something.

"It was just... a really bad day," you admit. "I didn't have much to eat." Scaramouche doesn't say anything and continues to stare at you, so you start explaining to fill the silence. Before you can really stop yourself, you've told him about your entire day... and he's listened to every word.

You put your head back in your arms out of mortification. Of all the people you could have vented to, you really had to choose the one who was probably already disgusted by humanity? Really??

"So all your salary goes to other people? And they just reversed a law protecting you? Why the hell are you putting up with that?" Scaramouche asked.

"Because I need my job. To live. I need to make money to survive in my dumb world. I might lose my entire paycheck to bills, but at least I have food and a roof over my head." You blinked back a few stray tears born of frustration at having to defend yourself to yet another person. "I don't have the money to even leave the state. It costs money to move…. The banks won't loan me money because I pay too much in bills. And I can't break the lease on my apartment without having to pay even more, so I can't even move somewhere cheaper nearby…" You tapped the desk with one finger, and then two, just burning off frustration. "That's what I tell myself anyway. You probably think I'm just dumb and weak."

Scaramouche didn't reply. Eventually you stopped tapping the desk and just focused on breathing. No thoughts, only breaths.

"I'm just going to say it." Scaramouche spoke up after some time.

"Go 'head," you muttered into your arms.

"I manipulate people like you all the time. It's disgustingly easy."

You made a vague whine of protest into your arms. He wasn't wrong, but - A knuckle bonked you on the head before you could even finish your thought.

"Shut up! I'm not done. Most people are obvious targets, you know that?! Humans are stupid."

Instead of knocking you on the head again, his hand… turns to rest its palm on your head?? His hand doesn't move another inch, but.. is he… patting you??

Scaramouche continued without acknowledging it. "They're even stupider when you take away their safety. As long as you're focused on surviving, you're not thinking about what's happening. You just put one foot in front of the other until you drop. …You sheep are the easiest to target because you're too focused on surviving to be smart."

"So I am dumb," you mutter.

"Because you're in danger all the time," Scaramouche said with a laugh. ....It was not a kind laugh. "You can't stop and think if you have to keep moving. Being afraid makes you exhausted. And the people pulling the strings keep you tired and afraid on purpose."

Scaramouche is actively shifting his hand back and forth over your head at this point. Maybe it's absentminded? You try not to move at all, so he doesn't realize. "If I need someone to manipulate, I find people like you: isolated, with nowhere to run and everything to lose. Then I either make them depend on me, or get them angry and set them loose. Offer them a way to seize control of their own destiny for just a second."

"Like Watatsumi?" you say.

"Like Watatsumi," he agrees, and his hand moves again, all the way down your hair - okay, that was definitely a deliberate pat, what the hell- "I funneled sheep towards the priestess for over a year before we started selling the delusions. Now, use your brain: why do you think the rebellion was based in Watatsumi?"

"Uh..." You wrack your brain for the answer. The Inazuma Archon quests were a while ago, so it's hard to remember specific details, but if you think about the map... "Maybe because it was a safe place for a base? It's far away from the main city, so they could defend it better. And maybe Kokomi - er, the priestess - had her own soldiers already?"

"Right," Scaramouche says. You still don't want to move, but you imagine you hear a smile in his voice. "Watatsumi is far from Narukami, so it's easy to defend. They had their own supply lines. But distance helped the army, too. They could pretend like nothing was happening back home."

"Isolating people is how you make them vulnerable. If I had wanted the resistance to win, I'd have funded resistance fighters on Narukami directly. Or just splintered the Tri-Commission to pieces."

You turn your head to look up at him. "Yeah, that sounds like you. ...Kunikuzushi." You hesitate, but nervously add his real name onto the end of your sentence and hold your breath to see if there's a reaction. His eyes narrow, but he just hums and moves on.

"Wars keep civilizations down. The longer we kept Inazuma focused on internal war instead of the outside world, the better. Because then the people who weren't fighting for their lives had time to plan. You're in a war. The people in charge know that and are using it against you. You're stupid because they're making you stupid on purpose."

"So what do I do?" you ask.

"You still need me to spell it out for you? You're vulnerable alone, so talk to people. Find others in your world with the same situation and talk. Talking is free, right? Stop being naive and hoping for a miracle: use resources you have instead of waiting for ones you don't."

Scaramouche makes a wide gesture to the office around you. The office you had been gifted.

"You have people falling over themselves for you here, right? You're their precious god or whatever? So eat here. Sleep here. Make that alchemist teach you how to paint. Make the lawyer look at your laws."

"I'm n- Yanfei…?" you ask. Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

"Yes, obviously her. She has centuries of Liyue's laws memorized and is starting on Inazuma's. She'll help your "lease" problem. If you can bring clothes-" he tugs on your obviously modern t-shirt "-into this world, you can take things out. Have someone figure that out, or something."

Hope bubbles up in you for the first time in what feels like weeks, and you honestly can't help it: you lean over and hug the Balladeer around his waist, pressing the top of your head into his side.

"Thank you, Scaramouche. Thank you so.... so much."

His hand presses on your shoulder for a second before relenting, like he can't figure out whether to push you away or not.

"It's- ugh. Whatever."

You stay where you are, heart pounding as you push your luck. You can tell he's uncomfortable, but you still get another minute of hugging out of him before he pushes you off and walks briskly towards the balcony. But he stops before leaving completely.

"Your pronunciation sucks, by the way. It's Kunikuzushi," he says, placing exaggerated emphasis on a different syllable.

And then he's gone.

Was that…. Was that his way of asking you to say it again??

#sagau #sagau scaramouche #reader x scaramouche #genshin sagau #cult au #might edit this later #but I'm tired of looking at it for now #so out it goes~

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Hi quick-catton!! First of all I love your page and I love your personality💕💕💕 I also LOVE Saturn and Felix and Oliver just-😫😫😫 I love it every time you post, it makes my day!! Right now I just really need your help. Today I had to go on another account just to send something to my ask box because since I started my account last year, I’ve gotten nothing and it really hurts.

I love how open and freaky you are in your posts and I’m honestly the same way with Saltburn and an anime fandom that I’ve shaped my blog around. I used to be a little calm and collected but you’re inspiring to just let go and let my freak flag fly but the problem is, with my fandom, I don’t think people are going to be very inviting. Like literally the only thing I wanna do right now is babygirl code my favorite anime character sooo badly but I’m afraid I’ll lose all my followers and when I try to I get no engagement.

Like I wrote three freaking paragraphs about how good he’d look with a navel piercing! That was this morning and I got nothing all day but four likes. No reblogs, no comments, I literally had to make another account and send myself some praise for that post just so I could post it to show people that at least someone else agrees with me.

And I know I should give it time but that’s the problem. Some of my other posts like that don’t grow. They just get five likes and that’s it and it sucks because all I wanna do is engage with people that want to see this boy in lingerie or a skirt or goddamn pregnant (told you I was a freak)

I just don’t know what to do. How do you deal that? I’m honestly this close to deleting my account coz it seems like I’m posting to a blank wall and it’s so embarrassing coz everyone can see it. Sorry this is so long! Thank you for quickcatton 💕💕

WAH ANON ur so sweet omg, thank you?? <33 honestly i feel like i don't have good advice because i only made a tumblr for the first time EVER at the beginning of january!!! i am 23 and had never set foot on this app, but i saw that most of the saltburn fandom was here, so i gave it a shot and i've just been learning as i go.

i think that's half of my 'luck' with having a good experience on this app, is that because this fandom is so fresh, it's super active, but it's also a very small fandom (relative to some others) so we're all kinda like a hivemind here LOL, and because of the source material of the movie itself being weird/freaky/psychosexual, we all know that anything goes and the more freaky the brainrot, the better! i'm in other fandoms where if i said half of the shit i say here, i'd be ostracized, so it's really a case by case basis unfortunately </3

ik i yap a lot here but i also hold back sooo much because even tho ik we're all weirdos here, i still get nervous about putting out my writing or not having people vibe with an idea– you're not alone in that, i promise. it helps forming friendships in your fandoms so you know that there'll always be people who you can get hype over ideas with, but i know that's easier said than done sometimes <3

i don't have advice on engagement because i honestly don't look at that stuff (which i know is so annoying to say lol but it's true); i made this account purely to have a place to dump brainrot/art etc and view other people's saltburn content and i didn't care about engagement, i just got lucky to meet some cool people and make close friends through it.

i think if people can tell you're having fun through your posts, they'll vibe with you! it does take time with the good ol' algorithm, i'm sure, but as long as your page brings YOU joy, that's what matters most. people don't have to agree with your takes, life is too short to be vanilla and water urself down for others :^) making fandom friends and gaining interactions will come along with being yourself, but if posting here and running the account feels more stressful to you than it is fun, it's okay to step away too!

if you're on ao3 and sites like that, leaving comments on your fave works can be a great way to get conversations going as well. i met my closest friend on here bc she stumbled across my fic on ao3 and then sent me a message; it was purely up to chance, but branching out and being brave starting conversations with your fave accounts can be a great way to feel more included in the fandoms you're in and maybe you'll meet cool people along the way!! <33

#if anyone else has other advice feel free to reply with it <33 #because i'm not good at this stuff LOL #i literally just open this app say shit and then go back to yapping in a google doc #also this made me realize idk if i've ever put my name anywhere on this account #so i just added it to my display/pinned hi i'm sam #quick-catton asks

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sunshine-in-a-bottle · 2 years

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Fic with sad Dream feeling like he doesn't deserve love because he hasn't earned it and has done nothing to deserve something good let alone people who make him feel good- And he's crying and avoiding people so they can be happy..... But then they find him and give him love anyways?

-🦝

Failure was a familiar weight on Dream's shoulders. Every problem poorly solved, all his promises broken. It wasn't a sting, but deep bleed on his soul and his conscience, no matter how small it may seem.

He was having more bad days than good these past few months, another result of his many failures, and while he could pinpoint individual tasks as symptoms, he knew that he was the only constant factor between it all. He was the problem, he needed to fix it. Well, take himself out of the equation, then. George's anger with him? Fixed if he wasn't there to make George angry. Sapnap avoiding their community home because of him? He wouldn't have to avoid it anymore because Dream would be gone. This would be all smoothed over once Dream removed himself from the equation for a few days, maybe a week or two. Then they would be happy again, and while he still would have failed them, this would fix it, at least a little. Repair the fractures he had caused with his inability to just do it right the first time.

(It was one of his bad days, and he knew it because his head hurt. It made him question himself, wondering if he was the right person to help at all. If he could be anything but a failure. And failures didn't deserve friends.)

The sun was out. He was sure it was night a moment ago. Sometimes he blinked and the world moved with it. But it was fine, because Dream was being useful right now. He was doing something right. He was a good distance from their home now, collecting resources someone might need in the future. Everything from flowers to enchantments to gapples. He'd made a little dirt hovel within a small hill, collecting. Working.

(Being idle meant losing time, but no matter how he tried to bury himself in busywork, sometimes the days would blur rapidly. )

He put a rose bush outside the hovel. He didn't want to put anything more permanent than a bed, but it had been singular, alone, without a bee in sight, and he uprooted it with ease. He ignored the way the thorns pricked into his hands until the palms bled, and he didn't even register the sting of tears. He was planting it somewhere safe. The rosebush would be better protected where he could see it and water it.

He didn't hear anyone calling his name until he was being pull back by the shoulder.

"Dream, stop, what the fuck, you're hurting your hands."

Sapnap glared down at him. Dream took a second to take him in, feeling an overwhelming sort of relief at seeing his best friend, even if the gaze was hostile.

The hostility disappeared and took on a worried edge. "Dream? Are you okay? You're- shit. I'll be right back, I'm gonna grab George."

Sapnap scooted back, searching for a response, but that familiar pain drowning out everything of substance in his head. It felt like screaming voicelessly.

It felt like failure.

Sapnap ran off, leaving Dream to scramble uselessly in his mind for some sort of purchase. He needed Sapnap. Sapnap was avoiding him home. Sapnap was running away from him again. He hadn't gone far enough away from the community house, maybe. Hadn't fixed this.

The solution was to go farther. It was the only thing he could think to do, with his mind filled to its tipping point.

He wasn't quite sure how many steps he made, because he blinked and time passed again, but the hovel was nowhere in sight, so he must have at least left the clearing. The yelling in his ear, however, was more relevant.

"Are you listening to me?! You idiot-" Oh, that was George. George was still angry with him. He hadn't fixed that either. He didn't know how anymore. Everything was too much for his body to handle when there wasn't enough space in his head to think straight.

Dream blinked. The shouting had stopped. There was a hand in his hair.

"-I don't think he's eaten in a long time, his saturation is-"

"- was crying when I found him, dude-"

They were talking, weren't they? Sapnap and George, his friends. The people he loved more than anything in the world. He was in Sapnap's lap, he realized, on a bed that wasn't in his hovel. Dream had no clue where he was, but that wasn't relevant to the more important things. Like Georges hand in his hair, or the rumble of Sapnap's chest. George switched from the top of his scalp to behind his ear, and Dream hummed in delight.

The talking stopped.

"Dream, can you hear me?"

He could. He missed the sound of their voices. He missed them so much. He pressed his face into Sapnap's stomach.

"....Cool. I'm gonna get you some food, and you're gonna need to eat it for me, okay buddy?"

Sapnap began to shift, and no, that wasn't what Dream wanted at all. If Sapnap left, he'd be gone again for weeks at a time, and Dream would be all alone. Dream gripped Sapnap's shirt as tight as he could, even as exhaustion made his fingers hard to work with. A soft noise spilled from his throat.

"Shit," Sapnap swore shakily. "Dream, I missed you too, but you need to eat something, or else you're gonna despawn, and I don't want to have to go all the way back to get you again. Please?"

"It's fine, I got it." George said, standing up swiftly. He let his fingers trail once more through Dream's hair gently before pulling away to leave the room. Dream didn't like that much either, but George didn't come back when he made the noise again. Instead, Sapnap moved them both so they were both laying down, Dream on top of Sapnap.

"I'm usually the one laying on top." Sapnap commented. "Not used to it, but its nice. Kind of get why you always want to cuddle."

He grimaced at his own words, then pulled Dream up until Dream was breathing into his collarbone.

"We haven't done this in a while. 'm sorry." He mumbled. Dream felt an anxious lump rise in his throat. Sapnap was apologizing, was he sad? Did he need help? What did Dream need to do for him-

"Here, eat this." Georges voice spoke above him, and Dream was turned and raised enough to shove a sandwich in his mouth. He chewed slowly, distracted by the dark circles under George's eyes. His friends were upset, he needed to help them.

"Stop thinking so much, idiot." George said, and pressed his thumb directly between Dream's brows. The pressure relieved some of the pain, and a featherlight index finger brushed his nose. "I know that face. Lay back down or I won't join you both."

Sapnap protested, but Dream dropped, both at the order and at the sleepiness the brief soothing gave him. Sapnap cradled the back of his neck automatically and fiddled with the hairs there. George snorted, and crawled over both of them to lay on the other side.

Dream felt the anxiety flicker at his idleness, but George was hooking his legs around Dream's, and Sapnap pressed him mouth against his forehead.

"Love you." Dream mumbled. That was important. He knew that to be important. They hadn't said it in so long, and Dream was waiting. Waiting waiting waiting for the day he would be saying it to an empty field. Like he had when Sapnap stopped coming home. When George got too angry at him to talk to him.

"Love you too, Dream." Sapnap whispered. George pressed his face into Dream's back, but he mouthed the words into his shirt. Dream relaxed, and fell into sleep. The wait was over, now.

#my writing

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geminidragonjasminealexandra · 2 years

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Junkie Depp is going to OD any day now. That old fat ass is going down hill fast! And that's awesome, since he's an abusive, worthless piece of shit. I'm sure he'll have fun in hell with all his little pedo friends.

Can't wait for you depptards to lose your minds and cry over that aggro injun!

Uh huh... so you are wrong, rscist & body shaming? What a combo... does your Aunt Mom know you talk like that? Well, if you're not too busy making out with your brother's cousin, let me lay some facts.

In the REAL world, Amber will be going to court in Australia and She's no longer ambassador of anything. Hey you want to hear a little rumor that is true? Well.... I heard, that Amber purposely made that article to slander against Johnny Depp because she was hoping to be sued. She was going to use that case in order to bring attention to her, counter sue against Johnny Depp get bank & get free press. Also because her article was also insured, she'd would've collected insurance on her little stunt. You know that articles can be insured? I didn't learn when you pay attention, am I right?

It's a dog eat dog world out there, isn't it?

You see a lot of people put money into her stunt in order for the big payoff. They thought that she was going to be the biggest star and her winning the court case was going to make her an icon... a way to shoot ahead into being an A-Lister.... to come out smelling like a rose. But instead she ended up smelling like her bed sheet. Isn't it amazing?

She used suckers like you in order for her to pursue this. Oh but yeah, it is so sad that you're still falling for her tricks... although if she has a cult, why not to get them to rub her feet? But that's okay. If it wasn't for people like you, who would give people like her any attention? All.she has left is the Amber Simps... you're all she's got... so please stay with her... give her a dollar when you see her, she'll need it.

However its interesting the insurance that she was hoping for the big payoff on, are not going to cover for her liability case? ..... Shocking! Apparently, if you purposely try to get yourself sued with intended malice and defamation (not me saying this, the big meanies in insurance). Then the insurance don't want to insure you for that. That's like setting fireworks inside your house on purpose and expecting the insurance company to cover you. I wonder how she's enjoying the fireworks? It looks like not only she has to deal with Australia, she now has to deal with the insurance company and the IRS. I wonder how many of her friends are going to cover for her? I bet Barlow has enough money to help her. For a terf, she's.... got good teeth?

Anyway, thanks for your little comment. Thought I'd spread some happy news for you. Since you're such a sad little gray face. It's adorable. Look at you trying to act as if your words mean anything. You are absolutely precious. You're just like that angry little turd on a bed sheet. You just want attention so you raise a stink. Don't worry little turd 💩 burger. Amber does Love you. And one of these days she's going to pay so much attention to you, she's going to be so grateful and give you one big sloppy hug. She's going to say that she appreciates you and she's going to make all your dreams come true. And when that happens, you can come by here and tell me I told you so all day. I'd like to see that happen for you... Good luck Gray face. By the way I already know who you are. It's so cute you think I can't figure it out. When your vocabulary and your grammar is so so so so so familiar. Maybe you should try changing the repertoire?

Maybe you should write to Amber and tell her how much you mean to her and then give her your debit card number with pin. A REAL Amber Supporter would do that... right? Come on, she needs you. She's shopping at TJ Maxx... you can give her a visa card under your name, right?

Anyway stay moist...

#amber heard #johnny depp #gemini #Give Amber all your money like a true fam!

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