#since he wasnt made by white people

[kk43mi]

needy┊kabukimono

PAIRING ┊ kabukimono x f!reader(dom-ish) GENRE ┊smut WC ┊ 1.2k+ WARNINGS ┊ obsessive behavior , somnophilia , clinginess , pussy eating , fingering , blowjob , good boy , lowercase intended!!! SYNOPSIS ┊ the first time you gave a blowjob to kabuki, he became obsessed with the feeling and pleasure. always asking for more and more, at the wrong time and place, outside at the woods? he wanted it. other people were around? he wanted it. you were busy with work? he wanted it. A/N ┊ written by kam , hope you guys enjoy ! been thinking about this for a long while, time to let it out. a little drabble btw!

the first time you gave a blowjob to kabuki was when he asked about it, he heard about people talking about getting into the act of intimacy and that made him all flustered.

he got all shy and fidgeting with his fingers asking if he could do it too. "n-niwa was talking about doing stuff like...I dont know...like the thing...its embarrassing.."

of course you had to help your poor baby out, guiding him to the bedroom and taking his clothes off for him. he gets all shy saying "do i have to be naked...?" he asks so innocently.

"yes, now relax you wanna do this right?" you would reassure him and he would nod.

moaning and shuddering out of pleasure when your tongue starts kitten licking his tip, making him seeing stars already, hips bucking upwards as his back arch in an impossible angle.

the way his tip was inside your mouth had him whining and whimpering. "a-ah! so-so good..! mgh..mmgnh-!!"

and thats when he lost it as his whole cock was inside your mouth, touching the deep parts of your throat. which makes you gag a couple times, but he holds onto your head for leverage, gripping a handful of your hair, trying to withstand the pleasure.

hes so cute trying to hide his little whines and moans by biting his bottom lips, maybe a little blood trickling down mixed in with his drool.

he came on the spot,since this was his first time initiating in any kind of action, it wasn't surprising. but you swallowed it all, gulping down the white substance. hips shaking, and he let out the most pornographic moan ever.

"that-that felt so good y/n...one more..?" he asks so innocently and you let out a chuckle. "one wasn't enough?" he shakes his head as he pleas for another one.

and from there on, he always asked for you to pleasure him. even when you got back from work he would get up from his seat jumping up to you in thrill. giving you a tight hug and kissing your lips.

"y/n! youre back youre back! can we do it now? pleaseeee? ive been waiting all day..." he would pout.

"eh..but we did it yesterday already-and it was the first time...you got addicted..?" you would laugh it off but he wasnt having it. "noo pleaseeee, i havent released the whole day...need you.." he would say before rubbing himself on you.

"but im worn out...next when im free alright?" you try your best to convince, but all he did was pout and cry.

"dont you love me? cmon ill just do all the work this time!" he whines and you just sigh in defeat.

"alright fine...just only one time." he would nod before dragging you to the bedroom, already taking yours and his clothes off.

"n-ngh-! ah-fuck.." you moaned out as he ate your pussy out as if he hasn't eaten in years. slurping and licking your folds, sucking on your clit. "so good~ you taste so good..." he would mutter out.

he was always so hungry for your pussy, always chowing down on it as if there was no tomorrow. eating your pussy out as he rubbed his cock against the mattress to get some friction. even if you were begging him to slow down and trying to get away sometimes, he would just pull you back in by the thighs and eat you out.

if you were tired he would just do everything just so he could cum. bottoming out as he inserted his cock inside. makes him whine in pleasure, he couldnt help but move on the spot! thrusting himself at a fast pace while he kissed you with both elbows resting on both sides of your head.

you would whine, telling him to please slow down but he just couldnt! your pussy felt too good, squeezing so tight and good around his cock, you can basically feel him twitching, knowing he was close.

"gonna cum...! cum..cum cum cum!" he said as his thrusts gets sloppier and faster. "ah-wait not inside!" you screamed out but he kept going till he would reach his high. "kabuki!"

he would finally pull out, cumming on your stomach, and even on your face. then you squirting on his cock and stomach as both of the individuals could be heard trying to catch up their breath. but you can feel him sliding his cock on your folds.

"one more..p-please.." he would stuttered before pushing back in which had you arching. already sensitive from the orgasm you had. a long night soon awaited you.

you loved kabuki, but sometimes he would just annoy you by crying and whining when he didn't get what he wanted. even if you both were shopping for food at the markets, he would get needy, holding onto your arm and already grinding on your thigh.

"'m needy....please..now." you would sigh telling him nows not the time. but he then starts whining, crying which brought attention from other shoppers and it had you embarrassed until you dragged his arm, bringing him to a empty secluded place, behind some strangers house...sure there were other people too but less than the markets.

"god you irritate me so much..." you would say before taking his pants off, then flipping him to the wall, to where his ass stuck out. prodding two fingers around the rim of his ass. he would whimper at the feeling scratching onto the walls of the white concrete.

then finally inserting it inside of him, he would let out a slutty moan, almost loud enough for people to come. thrusting your fingers in and out of him, curling them at the ends, poking at his good spot.

"mmnggh-! nghh ahh~!" kabuki would let out with no shame, not even caring if people heard him, he just felt too good!

"quiet down, or else people will see." he nods and obeys obediently, biting his bottom lip to contain his moans from slipping out. "good boy." you praised him before stroking his cock. and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, moaning and saying incoherent sentences, drooling at the pleasure he was getting.

thrusting your fingers in and stroking his cock was already enough for him to cum on the spot, making a mess on the wall, coated with white sticky cum. leaving him breathing heavily.

sometimes there would be days where youre too tired to even do anything, denying his requests of doing it so you can get some rest, sure it takes some convincing but then he would just pout and say "fine!" with a needy tone.

but little did you know, he would just wait until you passed out, just so he could take your clothes off and insert in his cock in your hole. thrusting in and out, skin slapping skin, just the feeling of your pussy pulsating around his cock. he always got off to the feeling of it and could cum immediately.

after that you would scold him for creating a mess when you were asleep, always feeling sticky and having to clean up.

when you guys had your intimate moments, and this time you told him he could cum inside, he couldn't hold in his excitement. saying "r-really?! okay! ill cum inside..." the thought of cumming inside you always excited him.

there when he first came inside he was so addicted to the feeling. after that he just couldnt stop cumming inside you, your pussy felt too good for him to stop, he would go on and on till his cum was basically translucent.

you would have to be the one initiating in aftercare, always so tired whenever he came multiple times...what did he expect. you would clean yourself and him up, then relaxing in a calming silence of cuddling and telling endearments to which kabuki would command.

requests open!

#genshin x y/n #genshin wanderer #genshin headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #genshin smut #genshin imagines #scaramouche #wanderer #genshin #genshinimpact #genshinimpact smut #kk43mi

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my cousin that her baby's nursery is boring and lifeless

I (24F) have an older cousin J (27F) who is like an older sister to me. Well she's currently six months pregnant with her first child and just recently finished the nursery so she invited me and my fiancé M (24M) over to see it for the first time.

Well we went and saw it yesterday.

You know those moms on instagram and tiktok that try to make their nurseries "aesthetic" and "minimalist" by making EVERYTHING beige, gray, or white?

Yeah thats what she did.

Everything in that room was either white or pale gray. The walls were white, the ceiling was white, the crib, blankets, curtains, blankets, even all the toys were white or gray.

And the only decoration in that room was a wooden circle, painted gray, with the baby's name right above the crib.

That room felt so cold and straight up sterile, like a hospital room. I cannot tell how unwelcoming and downright unsettling that room felt.

(and she wants to put a BABY in there?)

And J was just smiling a big smile, talking about how clean and calming the room was. (Calming how exactly? Just standing in that pale lifeless room was triggering my anxiety so bad that my chest had started to hurt from how hard my heart was beating)

I look over at M and he has the same uneasy "what the fuck?" expression on his face that I did.

J then asked if I liked it and wanted to do something similar for my own nursery (Im currently twelve weeks pregnant myself)

I outright told her no and when she asked why not I told her that her nursery was incredibly boring and bland. (I didnt tell her that being in this nursery made me feel like I was put in solitary confinement) she got angry and started yelling, saying that she worked really hard on this nursery to make it look as good as it does.

M tried to tell her to at the very least add some colorful flowers or something because babies need color and visual stimulation when they're young(which is true) but she said it would ruin the aesthetic. J then told us both to leave since we hated her hard work so much. (Also babies are very MESSY and stay very messy even when they become children. Like I distinctly remember running around covered in stickers, mud, finger paint, leftover food, and juice for a good portion of my childhood. So why would you want the room where your baby spends the most time to white? Aka one of the most difficult colors to keep clean? Thats just asking for problems)

Well a couple of hours later J's friends starting dming us, calling us awful people, saying that the nursery wasnt for the baby it was for the mom so J could decorate the nursery however she pleased (??? Its literally the BABY'S room) that we were just jealous of her good design and we were being assholes to a pregnant woman.

I dont really think we were rude and she's the one that asked for our opinion. But idk so Im letting tumblr decide

Were we the assholes?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[spiderpussinc]

are the 2099 comics THAT bad in terms of racism plus other weird writing choices??? i'm starved for miguel content and would like to read the original comic run but i keep seeing the debate of the original comics being problematic and/or downright just BAD bad (not to mention miguel is supposed to have mexican heritage but he's straight up a white redhead lol)

Some people may disagree but speaking as a latinx writer; it's bad because it is racist, yes! On multiple fronts!! And beyond that, it's also bad as a complete failure of comics structure and compelling narrative.

Longpost, on readmore;

I say this as a long-time capeshit reader, as politely as possible: Miguel's comics are a *paycheck* book. As in; a series a writer does monthly to be paid for it, but with middling aspirations and downright negative characterization depending on where their mood is.

The first few issues of his 1992 run are relatively complete and well-balanced, may even trick you into thinking this story is going somewhere; but that's only because they're the /character pitch./ Ill skip to the end and tell you upfront. That 1992 series ends with the implosion of the whole "2099" line of comics (an universe that included other books, like ghost rider, doom, etc, by other writers) due to dwindling public interest and mass cancellations. The end of that run is basically meaningless, since the whole thing got retconned - and even before that a guest writer had came in and made mistaken character reveals pdavid wasnt happy with and wanted to erase before the finale. The event book that wrapped up that universe was unironically, literally called -- "2099: Manifest Destiny."

Now, I don't like Peter David's writing. I think he's obsessed with the idea of building harems out of his female characters (when he's not fridging them, or making them act ~crazy~ to further alienate them from the protagonist) and it is the kind of grueling, joyless reading experience I can only describe as making you feel Oily Inside. This goes as far as multiple stalking plotlines, the inclusion of a guest appearance from AU s/x slaver Hulk in later years, Miguel's mother being strongly implied to have been forced into conceiving him by his real dad who's the evil CEO of alchemax, general torture painporn. His broader supporting cast is so interchangeable and disposable that they were literally disposed of.

In terms of the racism; I have mentioned how he uses cultures as tokens and does 0 research whatsoever. The way it feels and the way it is deployed is through a lens of Exoticism - tourism. Miguels suit is allegedly "a dia de los muertos costume" b/c pdavid seems to think that holiday is mexican halloween. In the orig book, you'll see plenty of broken japanese and stereotypical orientalist caricatures - after killing his first love interest, pdavid introduces a japanese girl who is unironically, literally named "Xina" (that pretends to be chinese on occasion) to fill in the vacant role. Miguel himself falls right into all the usual latino stereotypes — short tempered, drug addict, sex magnet "latin lover" (this last one also applied to his brother Gabriel, who for the longest time is characterized by just Going Through A Lot Of Girlfriends). And it's kind of insane bc he's still being drawn as a deeply deeply white man, but not even that takes off the burden of the racial microagressions!!! They're the only times pdavid seems to remember that heritage! Then there's the commemorative hanging page. Since you mention the redheadedness; thats another insane thing to me. He has 0% of irish in him. His dad is Blond. Who is this man?

Most of the info in the 2099 run is either revealed to be a lie midway thru (miguel is not mr o'hara's son, nor addicted to rapture) or completely retconned away to be rewritten in new runs. Different writers have tried to come in and do miguel in other team/event books but frankly nothing stands out and most of them get marked as alternate-miguels. Unfortunately, every time marvel decided to give another shot at spider-man 2099 they also brought pdavid back. The newer books were never a success, and theyre just as filled w/ the garbage i mentioned earlier (wow! Steampunk spider-woman is given to pdavid for *ONE* issue and instantly tonguekisses gabriel before leaving, so novel. More fridging ensues. Stalking. Etc.) 2099 as an *universe* has been retconned so many times Nothing is consistent and Nothing is set on stone and frankly i think they should make it an AU separate from main canon and build a whole new world already.

The art in the 2015 + runs consists mostly of tracing, and more of that oily weird feeling applied to fem chars. Perhaps you have noticed in this entire hate review have never once spoken about Miguel's heroic plots and memorable villains --- he has none. At least nothing I can remember or distinguish. (Interchangeable, disposable, etc) There is a vague inkling of "this is an anti-stabilishment spiderman, he fights against The Public Eye, the Corporation Cops!" at the start but much like his cultural illiteracy pdavid has no real insightful politics commentary, so that dissolves into the background in time. Its all buzzwords. All of his plotlines are solved in circuitous or soap operaish extradrama ways; and while some of this is present in other superhero comics, what stands out to me MOST is how utterly fucking joyless Miguel's comics are. It's like going through a slog on obligation. They genuinely gave me a headache every time.

ATSV does a great job of reinventing Miguel and rebuilding the parts of him that showed real promise. Being a different tone-swapped spiderman, futuristic, being more on the tech-science side of crime fighting. Him being a single dad with a daughter is also new. (And he is single! There is no singular mention of marriage or a wife anywhere, he's a geneticist, multiple spider-men we see in this movie were literal clones made in tubes - i am fond of the idea he's a transmasc dad but even if you think he's cis he could have made that baby himself. Adoption is also always there.) I think its very clear ATSV didn't want to bring any of pdavids major weird shit w fem chars to the big screen on the hopes that miguel gets rebooted eventually. I think he's gay. Nobody can prove me wrong.

On that note, Steve Orlando (queer writer, also wrote for DC's midnighter/apollo) did some of the latest 2022/2023 Miguel miniseries. Another reboot! Those were "2099: Exodus" and "Spider-man 2099: Dark Genesis" - i think its campier/trying to tackle superhero plots more head on and trying to do something wide wacky cast focused at Marvel's personal request, but Miguel's future is very up in the air rn. I do really hope they reboot him into something closer to ATSV with latines at the center soon.

What I always reccomend for people curious abt miguel: read his first 3ish 1992 issues, get a general feel and close the book as soon as you feel annoyed. It won't get better. Remember none of it is canon nor has been relevant in over two decades. If you want to know the wider context of his messy chronology, check out some of the 2099 "all comics" type of youtube videos, theres some pretty easy to digest summarizations if u dont wanna waste ur time reading stuff that just got retconned again lol. Most writers now are operating on vibes and that is a freedom you should also allow yourself in your own fanwork.

Putting his panels out of context can be very funny though. (For further curiosity or tangents, there's always my meta tag)

#meta tag #asks #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv #my spider stuff #atsv miguel #miguel atsv #marvel comics #spiderman #itsv #2099

[fanartlover1234]

Quiet girls

Jim hawkins x fem!reader

Includes: jim bejng flirty and a little mention of kinda smut i think.

⚠️aged up to 18!⚠️

Working at the Inn Jim has met a lot of people but only one ever caught his attention.

Y/n L/n she came here almost everyday and always ordered the same thing, she never spoke much and always sat in a far corner.

He has served her a few times.

Y/n was doctors Delberts student since she was a little child and even growing up she was really quiet her nose dug into a book or her sketch book.

When they turned 14 she became very pretty but every guy was soon turned down if they tried to take her out with 'i have to study' or 'im busy' not Jim though.

Jim had to admit she was pretty and he would lie if he said he didn't feel anything towards the girl but he masked it better he often flirted with her with words or slightly brushing his finger on her waist and hands as he knew she had a crush on him as he once overheard her talking to morph and she would always get flustered, stutter and blush when he did and if he really felt like torturing her a bit he usualy asked her to tell about her studys or discoverys as he pulled a chair closer and sat right across from her their knees almosy touching as he drew small shapes on her upper thighs as she closed them and her breathing became heavy.

He never listen to her but looked at her with a smirk as she held her face in book as she couldnt look him in the eyes.

Sometimed if she droped somethinghe would reach down as one of his hands fully went to her thigh as the other took the object his fingers slightly brushing from her ankle to knee.

Today was his day off so he decided to work on his solar board in his room.

Meanwhile Y/n was sitting in her corner reading before Sarah and Doctor asked if she could bring Jim up his new solar board plans he had asked for.

She said yes not wanting to be rude and made her way up the steps squezing her sketchbook and study book to her chest as she stood by the door.

She gave a knocm as she heard a 'come in' she walked in and looked at Jim whp had his back turned to the door before she walked in.

"Um, Sarah asked me to bring it up to- to you" Jim looked at the plans before smiling thinking this was the perfect moment to tease her a bit.

"Thanks can you bring it here" he said walking to the desk.

He leaned on hand on table his body facing you, he was wearing his black cargo pants and a white shirt that left his arms shown and Y/n almost passed out from that alone as his abs were clearly seen.

She placed the papers down and and wanted to turn away but he lightly grabed her arm standing fully.

"I had a question" he said and she nodded before quickly saying okey "is there something about solar pannels in that book of yours, doll" he askes pointing at the book.

"Y-yes " the girl mumbled before setting down her book and opening it.

She got the section to solar pannels and quickly read it before she began to explain it to the guy next to her her eyes glued fo the book as she didnt risk looking anywhere else.

Jim pulled his chair sitting down his legs open and slightly traping her own legs between his as he leaned on the table more looking at her.

The truth is he knew all about sun pannels and what benifits will they give he just loved teasing her.

He took notice of the girls short skirt then went just above the mid of her upper thigj as it was a hot day outside.

He brushed his fingera up and down behind of her legs going almost under her skirt but stoped.

He saw her face flash red as she breathed heavly and closed her eyes while she stuttered to explain.

"And umm you charge um your a your board during the um day and you can then ride all all night ye" she said.

"Can i see your drawing" he asked knowing she wouldnt but now she wasnt thinking clearly.

"Yes i mean um n-no" she said quuckly mumbling as she placed her hand over the sketch book.

He pulled closer on his chair making her almost fall in his lap as he traced the small veins that almost showed on her hand thw was covering the book.

He looked up at her her eyes unwilingly looking at him.

She slowly not thinking took off her hand and when she realized what she had done she quickly went to retrieve it from the boy.

He got uo and walked awya she followes him.

He opened a random page and a drawing of him serving food was there, it wasnt finished but he smirkes as he look through the drawings.

"Didn't know i was that hot" he said.

Y/n went to grab it but he pulled the book away and placed one hand infront of her while making a quick no no no sound.

He closed the book placed it on the table before walking over to her.

She steped back with every step untill she fell on his bed sitting up quickly.

He got down on his knees and looked up at the girl as both of his hands went on the girls thighs making her draw a sharp breath and her cheeks grow a new shade of pink.

She looked away to his board bur he quickly grabed her chin and turned her to face him making her blush even harder.

"How long will you pretend doll?" He asked as he looked at her thigh drawing small shaped and going even under her skirt almost touching her underwear.

"I- umm i dont know w-what yo-you are talking about" she said quickly.

"You like me, you fantasize about me" he said.

"N-no i dont" she said.

"So if i kiss you right now, you will tell me to stop"

"Now now now" she kept mumbling something about how crazy and insane it would be as she pulled her self on his bed closer to the head board.

She mentaly cursed herself when she hit the headboard as Jim sat there his fingers running up and down her inner thigh as she looked around the room while he took her chin and leaned to make him look at her.

Y/n has always been flustered around the boy but now she felt like passing out, she felt even more nervouse when she felt how close to her now extreamly wet and needy pussy he was.

"Jim dont" she breathed out looking at his hand.

"Why? Are you scared i might see just how much you like me" he said to her as he pulled his hand away from her leg as it went to the side of her head and he went on top of her.

She unmindedly opened her legs letting him closer as he leaned down to her and softly kisses her but soon went down her neck.

"Jim" she moaned out.

"Tell me to stop and i will doll" he said looking in her eyes.

She pulled him in kissing him again

From now on i take request for anyone and almost any kinds of request you can dm me or just comment.

#jim hawkins #treasure planet x reader #treasure planet #jim hawkins x reader

[somewhereincairparavel]

Genuinely VERY confused, why is the majority of the fandom blaming Jason for the downfall of his friendship with Reyna?

i legit came across like a handful of comments today like "Reyna deserved much better than dirtbag Jason, he was such a jerk to her, choosing Piper over her and not talking to her after he came back to camp jupiter"

like?? stop over victimizing Reyna in this situation, it isnt even that serious lmao its just teenage drama, she doesn't need pity for this. both Reyna AND Jason were accountable for their crumbling friendship, it wasnt all on Jason. Reyna made PLENTY of mistakes too they are LITERAL teenagers, stuff like this is normal ffs. She didn't send a search party after Jason to look for him, she never held a memorial service for him even after the camp basically thought he was dead, she never initiated a conversation with Jason either after he came back, and practically avoided him the entire time completely (she flat out avoided eye contact with him in BOO and intentionally ONLY acknowledged Piper who was standing next to him)

Also, Reyna did literally the same thing to Jason that people are bashing him for, The fandom's problem with him is that he shouldnt have developed feelings for piper bc it "betrays his connection" with Reyna. But anyone ever thought about how Reyna developed feelings for Percy almost immediately after he came to camp while simultaneously claiming that she longed for a relationship with jason? if you put it in the fandom's logic, Reyna too, was "unloyal" to Jason, since she did not hesitate in giving a random new boy her best friend's position.

you cant tell me she wouldnt have gotten with percy if he were single. be so fr rn. but apparently its completely alright if she moved on from jason with percy, but its illegal if jason moved on from reyna with piper, right? they owed eachother absolutely nothing. They were just friends.

Jason had no reason to even think reyna liked him that way since she canonically avoided him thoroughly after the whole venus mess. so no. Just bc Reyna wasnt upfront with her feelings for him, does NOT mean he "lead" her on.

this situation isnt black or white, i think yall forget that they are both literal children

#just say that u hate jason and go goddamn #like why try SO hard to look for reasons to hate on him esp when reyna did literally the same thing ya'll are bashing him for #the double standards in this fandom are crazy tf #i literally hate it here sometimes #this isnt reyna bashing or anything i love that queen. im just putting the situation into perspective here #she made mistakes and so did he #pjo #percy jackson #pjo fandom #pjo hoo #jason grace #pjo hoo toa #pjo series #reyna avila ramirez arellano #piper mclean #leo valdez #annabeth chase #the heroes of olympus #percy jackson fandom #frank zhang #hazel levesque

[bluetortoist]

Showing off another Batman OC. This time, its my own Alice. I know. So original 🙄 but I can't help myself. She's a very accomplished chemist who crossed paths with Mad Hatter and later on became his lover.

(More info of her down below! History kind of dubious, be warned)

Name: Alice (real name: Eleanor Carole)

Nickname: Alias "Dear Alice"

Age: 29

Gender: Cis Female

Identifies: Demisexual

Race: Human

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: American

Birth town: Lansing, Michigan

Current Living: Gotham City

Allegiance: Chaotic Neutral-Lawful Evil

Powers/Abilites:

• Being a chemist, she has experimented and perfected two different formulas to mutate one's body to grow bigger or smaller. They can be ingested as is, or injected/mixed in with various ingredients. She uses this as both a defense (Bigger) and stealth (Smaller) strategy. However, she can't use it too much or else has negative effects on the body.

• She has a few versions of long armed, Horse's Hammer formed in the shape of a pink flamingo, one heavy, the other light; It, no doubt, causes pretty hefty damage.

• Even though she has become more physically strong since working with Tetch, she still only knows basic self defense and fist-fight combat, but has always (and always will), kept a knife on her body since moving to Gotham.

History: Eleanor was born into a family of domestic abuse but doesn't remember too much from that time other than that they were clearly unhappy together. Luckily, she didnt get to experience that environment for long because both her parents died in a car accident when she was 4. She was sent to live in an orphanage until she was 10 and was adopted to a family of doctors and physicians. It was through them she found her interest/obsession with chemistry. Even though they try, Eleanor rarely get to see both her parents at the same time since both had conflicting work schedules at the time, and spent a good chunk of her school years making and losing friends and putting more effort in her hobbies. This was about the time (10-13) her emotional detachment problems for people started to develop. Graduated top of her class with her Chemist degree, no friends, but got a boyfriend in a one-sided relationship. They started living together once they moved to Gotham. Got a job at a chemical reasearch facility that was a branch of Wayne Labs, but wasnt that well liked; was considered a "cold genius" among other coworkers. Decided to go see a therapist to help with herself as well (much to her boyfriends chagrin). Both those took all of her time that it was putting a strain on her relationship with her boyfriend. Somewhere around this time was when she was feeling at her lowest and also when she met Jervis and soon became friends (whom she already knew was the Mad Hatter). She begun seeing him a lot more after venting her personal and emotional troubles to him (quite literally saying that she wishes she was born as someone else) and he suggests his own kind of hypnosis therapy to help bring feelings up to the surface, all while conditioning her into a version of Alice. She consented to this kind of therapy, desperate to feeling anything like any sort of person at this point. (Basically: delusional man teaches girl how to manifest a new persona to actively dissociate 💀). This continues on and eventually (and quickly) start to form a relationship. The boyfriend, already pissed enough, already suspects she is seeing someone else. Confronts her one night about it, says hes kicking her out and almost turns into a fight, but she manages to beat him unconscious in self defense. In a panic, she runs right back to Jervis, and he offers to let her stay. He goes out and kills the boyfriend himself before finding out the boyfriend had made a report on her to the police. She stays in hiding for a couple of weeks afterwards. In that time, she and her Alice persona has become one in the same and doesn't even remember her old name anymore and only small bits of her early life. Alice finally felt like a person, regardless of whether those feelings were in the right place or not. They were at least real and her own now, Jervis/Hatter was real, and she can finally say, without faking, that she loves both of them for it. It wasn't until later on in the future that Hatter and her got involved in a criminal incident that she decided that she would need to protect herself and her precious Hatter (much to his dismay, not wanting her to get involved at all, but was pushed to believing its for the best). She started learning how to use weapons and self defense and creating more of her own chemical formulas inspired by Alice in Wonderland. She eventually started gaining a name for herself as Hatter's lover, right hand, and mad genius chemist, "Dear Alice"

Notes/Quirks:

• She has two snaggletooth upper-canines and a small birthmark on her upper right cheek.

• She used to have a therapist she would go to to help with her apathy and general difficulty with forming attachments with other people, due to some emotional damage back in childhood.

• She used to volunteer to read to children at her local bookstore. It was something for the community that her therapist encouraged her to do to help interact with other people. It was the one thing she missed before going to crime.

• She has never read a lot of classic children's books as a child, including Alice in Wonderland until it was suggested to her for her next book reading. Thus, how she will soon meet Jervis Tetch.

#art #dc #batman #btas #batman tas #jervis tetch #mad hatter #batman oc #btas oc

[piratefishmama]

OK, au where Eddie survived,

Its 1990, Steve hears this song and decides to drunkenly serenade Eddie with it

https://youtu.be/wv-34w8kGPM

Steve had had maybe… four beers, maximum, maybe one little fruity cocktail, and a shot of something that tasted like apple but that was it.

He wasnt even thirty yet and already his alcohol tolerance had gone to shit.

It was new year’s though! They’d hit the big Nine-O! The kids were allowed to be there, to celebrate with them as adults! They’d made it to ADULTHOOD, They’d, against literally all odds, survived the eighties and all the horrors that came with them.He was allowed to get a little white girl wasted in his and Robin’s apartment.

He was allowed to be free and silly in his own space surrounded by only his people.

No strangers to be seen in that apartment. Sure there were a few friends of the family, but he knew them, he knew them well enough that they knew him. The new and improved him, not the douchey high school him they once sort of knew. There were no strangers.

The music was loud, the track list riddled with cheesy pop, glam metal, rock, one or two reasonable metal tracks that the CC boys wouldn’t ridicule because Steve had been adamant that he wanted them (Eddie) to enjoy themselves, a few Madonna tracks, Queen, Bowie, plus, Dustin had brought a karaoke machine, in the hopes that Jonathan would capture something stupid on the fancy video camera Hopper got him for Christmas.

Wasted Steve was happy to accommodate as the something stupid.

Happy to be the first person brave enough, or drunk enough, to turn that silly little machine on because he was the only one just drunk enough to not care about embarrassing himself for fun. He was happy to peruse the list of songs Suzie had managed to acquire for it like a wine list at a fine restaurant, feeling excited eyes drawn to him. It was happening. Someone was going for the Karaoke.

Who better than Steve.

Who better than the King?

Who could switch from kegs to karaoke so seamlessly that it felt effortless, Steve. That’s who.

They had a projector screen for the words, but Steve didn’t need them, he’d been humming that damn song under his breath for weeks, having heard it on the radio driving to work. He related to it is all. Having a stupid crush that wouldn’t go away on someone who clearly didn’t seem to feel the same, but he couldn’t get over it.

He didn’t want anyone else.

Who else could say they’d understand the trauma they’d been through? Who else could be woken up in the middle of the night by screaming nightmares and just get it without having to ask? Who could he even talk to without breaking several NDA’s?

That issue alone had lost him a few partners since ’86. Who wanted to be with someone who couldn’t tell them the truth?

He hadn’t gone through a whole goddamn bisexual crisis in ’88 when he REALISED his crush was an actual sexual sort of crush and not a ‘he’s just pretty Robin, it doesn’t have to mean anything!’ appreciation of another man’s ridiculously pretty face. Honestly what the fuck was up with his big doe eyes, his laugh, those lips, he made facial scars look so damn good, and—

The music was starting, he found Eddie’s eyes from across the room and locked on them, laser focus, go big or go broke! Worst case scenario Eddie punched him, he could probably take Eddie in a fight.

Maybe. Eddie was scrappy. But Steve had back up. At least a fight would probably shut his crush up.

“I love myself, I want you to love me When I'm feelin' down, I want you above me—” Jonathan’s camera was ON him.The kids mortified, like they were watching a train wreck in motion, unable to look away. Eddie was just staring at him, wide eyed and flush cheeked. Or was that his usual big ol doe eyed stare and the alcohol hitting his cheeks? Steve was too drunk to know for sure, but he felt seen. He felt warm, full of liquid courage!

“I search myself, I want you to find me I forget myself, I want you to remind me” Eddie wasn’t moving, so Steve, in his infinite white girl wasted wisdom, decided to take a step from centre stage, to cross that distance and hope those pesky bandmates of Eddie’s didn’t get in the way. They didn’t. they moved out of the way actually. Leaving Eddie to gaze up at him from his seat while onlookers stared in amazement.

And maybe a little horror on the kids part, Dustin especially.

Those were his dads. His male role models. His big brothers. His dudes.

One of which was damn near sensually lowering his pretty self down into the other man’s lap, straddling it as if they were the only two people in the room. They were not. Steve didn’t care. “I don't want anybody else, When I think about you, I touch myse—”

“Alrighty that’s enough of that!” And the music was gone. Leaving Steve to awkwardly look over his shoulder at the culprit who’d turned off his thing. Eddie’s hand had landed on his hip to steady him, which was nice. Warm. Big. Grounding. He liked it.

Didn’t mean he was gonna focus on that instead of the culprit. “Dustin you shit! That was my big MOMENT!”

“That was horrifying beyond anything I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’ve seen. Some. Shit. No dry humping our DM at the GROUP New Year’s party! Do that in your own private time! In your own room!” At least he wasn’t saying not to do it. just. Not in public. Got it.

“Boy you have no idea what dry humping is, you’re like twelve.”

“I do TOO!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!!”

Robin chose that moment to turn the normal music back on to drown their bickering out so the party could continue around them. It did. There were no strangers at that party. No matter how surprising Steve Harrington serenading Eddie Munson with a sexy song was, there were no strangers at that party. They were family.

Even the other Corroded Coffin boys were family by association. Nobody would start shit in that apartment.

They’d be outnumbered.

That hand was still on his hip. Squeezing to get his attention back from where Dustin had managed to claim it. Whatever words he’d been yelling in a failed attempt to get over the music dying in his throat when he looked down at the man he was still straddling. He knew that look. Recognised it from days long since passed. Want.

Desire, lust, need, Steve swallowed his own saliva, then licked his lips to dampen the drying skin.

“You touch yourself a lot, Harrington?”

“Mmnhm, I’ve been needing a hand with it actually, you offering, Munson?”

“Bedroom, now.”

Nothing quite like bringing in the new year with one hell of a bang.

#steddie #pirateanswers #piratewrites #the shitpost is strong with this one #THANKS FOR THE ASK THOUGH!

[cupiohearts]

CUPID IS SO STUPID ?! - kazuha, albedo, kaeya, diluc, aether, alhaitham, childe.

there were a total of 7 people you've been ever loved before. all of them you loved for every word they've ever said. all of them have rejected your love and every word stung.

after 7 years they all got sent your letters. reading it and understanding the same feelings that you had. seeing how you saw them.

KAZUHA was your childhood friend when you were younger. someone who you knew well due to your parents. it was a dumb childish puppy love that no one took seriously not even him.

"kazuha!" you cheerfully exclaimed as soon as you went to daycare. he was at the front with his stuffed animal of a small white cat one that his older friend had given him.

immediately taking his hand inside of yours and holding onto it tight. your parents looked from afar as they saw clear signs their daughter was falling in love with someone. they were whispering amongst themselves about how long it would last till you latched onto someone else.

you paid no mind to this because how could you ever love someone else when kazuha is right there. happily talking to him about your weekends although he already knew since you spent the weekends at his place.

it's been 8 years from kindergarten and you were still friends with kazuha and no matter how hard you try. no matter how many hints were thrown his way he wouldnt pay you any mind. chalking it up to something similar to how a little sister views her older brother.

it was only in the middle of summer did you realize that your feelings would never be taken seriously.

that summer you were sitting on the field with your friends when you saw kazuha from far away. you watched as he talked to his friends and talked to the girls around him. a sting in your heart.

you watched as his expressions changed while talking to them. a face he's never shown you before, the face someone makes while talking to someone that makes them nervous.

he didnt see you as a friend, he saw you more like a sister.

.

.

.

kazuha was now in his late 20's. he wasnt strictly tied down to any work place but he was known to freelance around the crux's fleet.

a shop on the seaside that sold all kinds of goods from the ocean. often seen hanging inside the shop as somewhat of an exibit for people to see considering how pretty he is.

beidou came strolling inside, running her hand through her hair while holding a small letter in her hands. "its for you kazuha. havent opened it yet. its from someone with the intials yn." she says to him. placing the letter next to him where he was admiring the view.

"y.n? i dont think i recall knowing someone with intials like that" he muttered. taking his headphones off and rested it on his shoulders. grabbing the letter and gently opening it up.

a letter. a formally written one. not a typed up one that would be professionally made. the handwriting was hard to read but he could recognize the handwriting still.

'kazuha,

i really really really really really REALLY like you. :D i hope we can still be friends even if you dont like me back because i enjoy hanging out with you and youre my best friend in the whole world! - (y/n)' alongside doodles of stick figures holding hands with flowers and hearts.

theres something written near the bottom in a pen instead of crayon. this handwriting was different. one he doesnt recognize all too well. compared to roughness of the crayon and the letter. the words written with pen were gentle and a bit shaky.

'i just found this. if you ever recieve this letter please visit me someday. i would love to catch up and see how you are'

kazuha felt his heart race a bit. the corners of his mouth glide wider and he chuckles at the letter. "my childhood friend sent me a love letter from back when she was a kid. i wondered why she strayed so far away from me back then.. now i know" he says to beidou. showing her the letter in his hands.

a light blush on his face as he rereads the letter over and over again.

you had drifted apart from him when you two reached middle school. he assumed it was because you two were becoming teenagers and just matured. now he understands it was because you were in love. he supposed you were too shy back then to tell him your feelings.

oh how he wished he couldve told you how he felt.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #kazuha x reader #kazuha #kazuha scenarios

[shelbgrey]

Being Derek’s girlfriend in the period  Meredith and him break up (yk like when he dated rose that scrub nurse)

Dating Derek after he broke up with Meredith

Paring: Derek Shepherd x reader

Greys MasterList

You two are the classic right person wrong time.

It was obvious that you two loved each other but there was always something in the way. When he was with Addison you were with Mark. You were single he wasn't.

At first you didn't want to get into the drama that surrounded Derek, Meredith and anyone else that was involved. It didn't matter being Derek's best friend made in involved the moment you joined the hospital.

For some background you and Derek had been best friends since you were kids. You had longed for something more with him but he found Addison... Then Meredith. You did your best to be supportive but it started to hurt more as you kept your feelings a secret.

Suprisenly you and Meredith are good friends but you couldn't help but feel angry as Derek put everything into the relationship while she kept pushing him away.

It wasn't the smartest decision in the world but as Meredith pushed him away you started to avoid him. You didn't want to get your hopes nor did you want to be a rebound.

I hurt him more than you realized and after about a week he conred you.

“I'm not avoiding you... I've just been busy”

You started arguing after the white lie he saw right through. He knew you like the back of his hand and you two hadn't fought since the 11th grade when Mark asked you to prom.

“because I love you! And I can't lose you too!” derek shouted. That made the fire between you stop. Silence fell as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“it's always been you and I'm so sorry... I'm sorry I was so blind”

You shook your head not believing him. He stepped closer to you and admitted he broke up with Meredith because he realized it was you that he wanted.

“Meredith isn't you...Addison wasn't you”

At first your relationship was kept on the down low. Only a few people knew and Meredith wasn't one of them.

You wanted to be the one to tell her you just hadn't figured out how to do it.

Eventually you told her. She was upset at first but was happy for you. In the end she didn't see Derek like that anymore.

Even if you guys decide to take things slow at first he's still an amazing boyfriend.

If your acused of 'ruining' his and Meredith's relationship he will immediately have your back. Hell even Meredith dose once she gets used to it.

Your just perfect for him.

You'll ride the ferry boat with him and he'll watch any movie you want.

He'll basically do anything for you. I wasnt a dog, done. You want to go to universal studios, done. You want the moon he'll get it.

He's very protective and careful with you. He's terrified to lose you.

He gives the best hugs and kiss. He's not afraid to show his love for you but not too big in PDA.

You hate the trailer but will stay every night if he asked you too.

He comes up with the best dates but if you want to stay home and watch movie he'll have the time of his life.

He's a cuddler and needs a lot of contact, so be prepared to always be in his arms if your not working.

Your a peds surgeon so it's always exciting to have a surgery together. On a side note you always steal his scrub caps.

It's not long before your relationship grows strong and unbreakable.

After about three years you do get married and have kids.

The wait was long but you have never regreted it. You two love each other more than anything and you couldn't be happier.

#Derek shepherd x reader #Derek shepherd #derek shepherd headcanons #Derek shepherd fluff #Derek imagines #Patrick Dempsey. #Greys anatomy #greys anatomy headcanons #Meredith Gray #grey sloan memorial hospital

[sanjisblackasswife]

So I forgot who it was (I’m so sorry if u see it pls lmk and I’ll tag u) but the person re logged this drawing I did and said “Imagine Sanji telling her how much he loves her skin “ and something else I forgot BUT I UNDERSTOOD. So imma do it rn so here is some Soft Sanji.

“Just As You Are” Sanji x Black Fem Reader (Fluff)

CW: Mentions of racism/colorism/Verbal Abuse/Mental Health, Very much fluff, Reader is insecure and sad, happy ending

It was always different.

How people looked at you, how you weren’t the “ideal” woman. Was it your hair? The way you dress? How you talk?

Maybe it was your skin.

You grew up not loving your self. You were adopted into a family that treated you as if you weren’t even human, you were constantly talked about your melanin, you weren’t beautiful, so many disrespectful comments and mockery of you being black it made you not accept the true love the Strawhats gave you. They didn’t care if you were black, white, yellow, or blue they love you for you!

Especially a certain cook.

You’ve had a few episodes of panic attacks when all eyes were on you, you had the internal fear of being ridiculed for your appearance. Sanji noticed this immediately when you first joined and tried to convince you in his own way that you are beautiful but you were stubborn you didn’t want to hear it.

You shunned many people in your life due to this, took a very long time for you to even wear more comfortable clothing exposing your features, your skin. You often wore big hoodies or huge clothing in general. The girls welcomed you in with open arms and day by day they helped you get over this doubt you have in yourself.

Today wasnt a good day though. You just came back on the ship, legs exhausted from running, hair in a tangles mess from running into some bushes, you were covered in dirty and blood, not sure if it was yours or that man you kicked around.

“Oh! Y/N! Y/N! My love?!” Sanji ran over to you in a panic immediately holding your weakened body. “What happened who did this?!”

You shook your head it was too embarrassing to even think about, “I just need to sleep.”

“N-no you cant your head!” Sanj took out a napkin from his jacket and placed it on your bleeding forehead. Thats probably why you felt so tired. He walked you back to his room where he had a small couch for you to lay on his lap. He had a small first aid kit to help you since Chopper was gone with everybody else.

Sanji was furious on who could have possibly done this to you. He bit his tongue as you groaned in pain.

“I thought you were with the girls?” He asked taking the leaves stuck in your hair.

“I wanted to be by myself for a moment..that’s all…and then I encountered some assholes…doesn’t matter though…apparently my kind isn’t welcomed here.”

��Y/N—“

“Sanji.”

Sanji’s been very aware of the treatment you’ve gotten in the past by ignorant people when you all were in public. If you all weren’t being chased or fighting every once in a while you and you alone would get stared and not so loud whispers about how

“Different“ you were from Nami and Robin.

Sanji never understood it, Never understood how someone can look at a person’s skin or race or culture or features and be so hateful? What have you done to deserve such treatment?

Nothing. You didn’t deserve it.

Sanji cleaned you up in silence, but it was killing him not to speak his mind to you, “Here…” He sat up and got in front of you to take out anything else from your hair. “Gatta make sure I get all of it.”

Your eyes felt like they were burning as you fiddled with your thumbs. Fighting back the urge to cry, Your chest felt heavy. You were tired and ready to shin everything and body from you after he was done. They’re all the same. Nothing will ever change with how people treat you.

Like clock work Sanji looked down to see a tear fall on your fist. Before you could wipe it off he gently moved his finger under to ur chin so you can look up at him. It was like his heart sank seeing you so broken in the eyes.

“Y/N…”

Without anymore words exchanged he grabbed you into a soft embrace. Your face was buried in his shoulder finally breathing out the tears you needed to release. It was painful to him to hear you like this. He wish he would have been there those assholes would never had a chance to hurt you. His head started to pound from the frustration, so many what if’s. What if they done worse? What if they took you? What if he just could have been there?

Your cries dies down and the sounds were replaced with Sanji’s quickened heart beat. You felt maybe because he is holding you—a woman— he’s probably trying to not bleed all over you. Rolling your eyes at the thought you pulled back and was greeted to him instead with his glossy eyes.

“You’re so Beautiful Y/N…” He spoke out searching your eyes, “you are. I’m more than sorry this happened to you. ….I’m sorry this has been going on for so long . I’m sorry you haven’t been treated the way you needed. I’m sorry you couldn’t come to me when you feel anything less than perfect, I’m sorry for not reminding you enough how stunning you are, how worth of a life you are, how….”

“I’m sorry for not loving you enough.”

You blinked. It was so much emotion poured into what saying was professing to you, you couldn’t process it all you just looked away embarrassingly not wanting to believe him.

“You don’t mean —-“

“It’s more than a belief Y/N It’s a fact. “ Sanji wiped your tear stained cheek. He needed you to understand who you really are, and how much you meant to him. “I promise. To this day Y/N. I won’t ever allow any asshole to make you hate who you are. Your skin is just how God intended it to be and its so Heavenly.”

“You don’t ever feel like you need to apologize or feel animosity about this beautiful body you’re in. Because I love it.”

He kissed your hands looking into your eyes. It wasn’t the same how he usually does it, full of indescribable lust, but it was lawful. It was real.

It made you feel shy quite actually.

“I love you.”

You cried a little chuckling at the floor. You didn’t have much to say back because you were still fighting in your mind if you believe him or not.

“I love you, Too Sanji.”

His smile was also a sign of relief, in the back of his mind he felt like he maybe over stepped his boundary with you, but you welcomed him. You welcomed his compliments.

You took a bath Sanji drew for you and he went to your room to clean up a bit and fix you your favorite dinner. As you were relaxing the cook had some spare time after making your meal, the girls came back and told Sanji about what happened and the men that harassed you.

Needless to say during that time Sanji went out for a smoke break to handle some business.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #black reader #TimikosSanji #one piece x female reader #sanji #sanjionepiece #sanji imagine #sanji x black reader #sanji x reader #one piece x black!reader #black foot sanji #one piece scenario #x female reader #anime x black!reader

[dwter]

hey everyone, so ive had a lot of time at this point to ruminate and have had conversation after conversation about everything going on and i truly and genuinely mean this when i say i think so much of my thinking and immediate reactions were entirely based in fear, anxiety and grief that i didn't give myself the ability to view the situation as it is.

ill say from the beginning ive always chosen to view this in a worst case scenario perspective. not just for myself, but also i think dismissing the victim ESPECIALLY those using anything to dismiss her literally instantly is really icky and so ive always looked at this with the perspective of everything (more or less) being true. now with that in mind--i dont think this entire thing was nearly as black and white as i initially thought it was. im saying it straight to save everyone the time to try and figure out my perspective, but after talking with people and thinking about real life, how people irl would view this and DO view it and other instances of this exact scenario happening both online and in real life: this is truly just not the horrible morally bankrupt incident i thought it was.

i thought a lot about how i wanted to go about explaining my perspective or if i even wanted to bc i really didnt want this to he seen as "dream defense" or align myself with the people who have had that stance since the absolute beginning bc they are srsly insane, but this is more for myself and for anyone who felt like they didnt have a perspective they resonated with throughout all of this. this is one of the first instances where i felt a genuine dissonance between my thoughts and feelings and my friends in the community whose thoughts i have always always valued above anything else, often even my own, especially when i was struggling with feeling conflicted out of fear and grief. i always clung to the people whose opinions i trusted (and still do trust dont get me wrong) because it felt easier than having to sort my guilty and scared conscience into rationality that could possibly oppose the people ive always looked to for guidance in discourse. just that fear on being on the wrong side of history and such. but like i said, this long winded and horribly overserious essay is for me more than anyone else--if not for people who have struggled with the exact same shitty time.

ill say the absolute first thing: it was not grooming. i held this opinion literally the entire time and people calling it grooming are not only using the term wrong but genuinely causing harm to such a serious topic. we are talking about two adults in a relationship with an age difference of four years like holy shit. when the first girl dropped her story, almost everyone came to the conclusion that it just wasnt that serious because he thought she was 18. with the second girl, she was one month from 18 and the dms from before turning such were genuinely the driest conversations in the world that he never initiated or made any notion of pursuing. this isnt to say you cant be icked out--the point of me talking about this isnt to make you suddenly change your views on anything but to try and claim that it was grooming or a crime took place is just wrong and dishonest of everyone. this is such a large part of where my personal dissonance with everyone's takes came from bc the way people were trying to claim that liking an 18 year old as a 22 year old was something akin to literal pedophilia (<- bc people WERE genuinely saying this) made me feel confused but also deeply guilty because i really just did not understand. and now that im less miserable, i can recognize that that confusion wasnt just linked to parasocialism or whatever deep twisted thing i thought was in my soul, it was literally just not the big insane evil everyone made it out to be. again, this isnt to try and say you individually cant be like "i dont like this" or "this is icky to me" or "this was bad judgement on his part" (<- which is my personal view btw) but to pretend it is some strange insane act of an active predator genuinely boggles my mind. i dont want to chalk everything up to being covidbrained but i think its a huge part of where this dissonance to real life comes from because i really do think if most of you sit down with genuinely and utterly normal people, they will not give a fuck about this. ive SEEN people have conversations about this with noemal people irl and have them literally laugh in their face bc of how deeply unserious it is. and again, i want to reenforce that doesnt mean YOU dont have to care, but to act as if this isnt an objectively undeep incident between two people is odd, especially to the degree ive seen.

now i cant just say this and be done so lets talk about the next part that people had an issue with: fan and creator power dynamic. ill also say this very straight: when the stuff came out with both girls i had a much larger issue with the "age gaps" than i did this for so many reasons. ive always, even before all of this, had my own opinions and such about ccs and fans ever having relationships and it usually along the basis of "as long as there is consent and mutuality, i have no real issue." its not strange to me that people want to be with people they like and idealize and vice versa. to keep this as objective as i can with this perspective, i wont get into thoughts that for dream specifically it especially doesnt surprise me in the sense that his past relationship + facing vitriol from every corner of the internet but fans + overall paranoia could have absolutely reenforced the normalcy and reasoning in this judgement call but i digress. i mean just obvious examples of people wanting to get with celebrities, or groupies or even in platonic ways where fans become genuine and actual friends of creators--ccs having relationships with fans was never a big deal to me personally. and since its relevant to mention in this case, ESPECIALLY online ones. im not saying there cant be power imbalances among a fan and a cc/celebrity, but to get like theyre all inherently like that again just makes zero sense to me and never has even before dream. this applies especially online where power dynamics are significantly dampened from what they can be and just i mean logically, dream has been a full blown cc for like a little less than 3 years and only at this level for maybe 1 or 2 without experiencing it in real life too. the idea that he himself would not see an issue with this, especially because it was a mutual exchange of company, is so completely unsurprising. and at its core, there really is no real issue in it of itself. a bad judgement call from dream? yes and ill stand by that since he shouldve been better safe than sorry. morally bankrupt and manipulative? 😭 no, not after really assessing shit rationally. i also want to add that it was a mutual thing. i know people are really trying to tear everything amanda says apart (<- which is incredibly strange btw, especially if that was your instant reaction and you were doing it publicly too), but taking everything shes saying as true, we know that there was a MUTUAL exchange of things of a sexual nature and this wasnt some manipulative one-sided exchange where dream controlled everything and gave nothing in return. this isnt to say that amandas feelings are entirely invalid or anything along those lines, but those feelings stem from miscommunication and not morally bankrupt predatory behaviours. like seeing all of the info and looking at the situation as it is, its very clear dream saw and believed this to be a mutual relationship. i was so confused and scared and panicked seeing words like "groomer", "innocent", "guilty", "predator" and others being thrown around i didnt even want to try viewing it for myself. but now that i have and now that ive talked to others, this entire situation reads as a bad break up more than anything else, not a strange manipulative abuse of power where mutuality is nonexistent.

overall this entire situation was framed so horrifically and i was tearing myself apart so much about feeling confused, it genuinely did not hit me the extent of just how deeply unserious it was until a friend of mine told me how they went out with their normal, most unchronically online friend, told the situation in the most objective way possible, and they literally laughed in their fucking face 😭 i also started thinking about real life instances of this happening like if it was another cc, a random tiktoker, an actor and realizing i literally would not care--and significantly less people who are as up in arms as they are would care too. and that ignores the fact that it was ONLINE, compared to in-person where whatever power dynamic could exist would be amplified by a thousand.

this entire thing is just so entirely subjective and if your personal opinions and values find this all shitty, absolutely no one is going to try and say to feel otherwise, at least not me. but to completely ignore that its just that--personal--values and opinions that determine how you view this, and act as though it is objectively some morally bankrupt, impossible to understand, predatory situation just feels reactionary and disconnected from real life at best and just shitty and even virtue signalling at worst. and also dont get me started on what some of you twisted that charity event in technos memory into because fucking shame on you, but ill make a separate post on that later maybe.

this really isnt meant to be a form of "dream defense" because if i was taught anything this past week it was that the way i connected so much of my own conscience to my ability to defend dream and his pr was and is entirely unhealthy, and it was all a wake up call--just not towards dream. the level of miserable agony i experienced, not even mostly because of what dream did, but because i felt like i couldnt DEFEND it, was dangerously all consuming and i dont want that anymore. its just not a healthy way to engage with any media, the need to constantly justify it in every single instance, and especially not with a cc. i want to be able to just see drama and controversy ride out and not have it feel so utterly all consuming, even if i do choose to comment on it. im making this statement bc like i said, it really sucked to feel like there was no public voice i completely agreed with and i realized that i could do that role if i wanted. and honestly, its just been very cathartic for me to write all of this out after feeling like an echo chamber of other peoples thoughts and my own grief the last week.

this community disappointed me in many ways, both the freaks who jumped on any baseless thread disproving amandas claims, dissected her behaviour, was very strangely dream defensive and chose to do all that shit PUBLICLY too. but also the people who chose to use this as an opportunity to act in the most reactionary strange ways that felt so virtue signal-y it was nauseating. i know the people who held/hold the views i did also dealt with the guilt and fear i did too, and thus no one was willing to so deal with the mortifying ordeal of a) sorting through these thoughts and b) saying them in any kind of public space even with just close friends, but ESP on a public blog. i mean, that was literally me. but it really fucking sucked to have just these two extremely polarizing and extremely isolating opinions be the only available voices 😭 my thoughts are getting very rambley now and i apologize, but i hope my points are getting across.

this is already insanely long, but ill start wrapping up. if you disagree with me, obviously thats fine. like i said, this was never made with the objective to change peoples minds which arguably was what my usual dream discourse essays was meant for sometimes. this was made for me and for this specific perspective to have light for anyone who wants or needs it. all i hope is that if you do come out of this with anything, is some form of awareness. of either real life, your opinions or even just yourself i dont know.

i really did love my time on tumblr so so fucking much. and i loved the people here even more so. i think i owe it all to you guys and just my blog itself to say my thoughts on shit, no matter if any of you agree or not. plus i mean if this flops i surely never have to face the consequences if im leaving anyways so peepoClap. thank you all so much for everything, and if you made it this far, thank you so much for taking the time to read my bullshit. i dont know if after this ill still leave, but regardless, it feels wrong to not make some homage to such an impactful place in my life. impactful people too :)

thank u all for reading again, and good fucking night !

#this is maybe the longest tumblr post ive ever made but i think it needed to be #i bet lots of you are sick of reading about this too but this still felt important to post #i already said so much in the essay itself so i wont keep going in the tags too #just love u all very much. stay safe everyone ❤️ #hope this brings some perspective to anyone if they want it :) #dream situation #discourse

[p41nty]

adam katz has done way too much shit and y'all just let it slide we all know about the ableism in the show and the fact he blocked who dared criticize him, but let's talk about the blatant ZIONISM of this man:

he had an isreali flag in his instagram bio until he was called out for it.

he said he put it there for "jewish pride" BITCH THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE, THE GENOCIDE HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR 70 YEARS

he originally wanted to delay an episode for ONE DAY "to express our condemnation of violence"… sounds like shitty white man capitalist performative activism doesn't it

when he was called out he deleted his twt, privated his instagram and blamed it all on "harassment" and "death threats". what a fucking coward. y'all yt ppl love using the word "harassment" as a fucking buzzword

his mother, jill katz, openly expressed her support for isreal and was following the IOF on twitter. guess the apple doesn't fall far away from the tree.

we should kill this fucker already

do i even have the mental capacity to reply to this coherently.

adam is not his mother? he doesnt share the same views? hes made it explicitly clear he does not support the genocide. hes a jewish man who wanted to celebrate jewish pride but all of you motherfuckers think that just because someone is jewish means they support israels actions. news flash, they DONT.

have you even been on twitter to witness the threats actually happening? i have SEEN people be absolutely horrible to that man and send him death threats and harass him. but just because hes a white man you seem to think he just throws around that word to get sympathy. how is he gonna SEE any of the sympathy if he doesnt have any accounts to begin with?

and im not gonna pretend i wasnt pissed off at ae's shit episode delay, i was. i was infuriated that they thought one day was enough.

they heard us and changed it in the end didnt they? they listened to us and delayed it another week to make room for more awareness

of course at the time preferably not air it at all as it would act as a distraction from what was happen but ae is kinda going downhill so im not really surprised + the ableism thing has been going on for a while with the entire team and not just adam on his own (this is not defending him im mentally disabled myself so seeing him do this stuff is also harming towards me)

"blocked people who dared criticize him" because it resulted in him getting harassed. he unblocked them and apologised + put out a public apology about it later on (and it was well written might i add) since he had to step back and take a breather due to all the harassment he received

let me say this again.

NOT ALL JEWISH PEOPLE ARE ZIONISTS. ADAM DOESNT SHARE THE SAME VIEWS AS HIS MOTHER. LEAVE HIM AND HIS RELIGIONS BELIEFS ALONE.

the fact youre wishing actual DEATH on him makes you no better.

#+ the genocide has been going on for 75 years so boom get your facts right #to me it sounds like you heard about all this secomdhand and wasnt actually there to witness it #idk tho #i dont have time for this i havent even eaten yet

[morwap]

𝐈 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓

mafia!sirius black x maid!fem!reader

smut

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you inhaled deeply as you carried the laundry basket up the stairs, your arms straining as it was a long walk from the downstairs laundry room all the way to sirius’ room which was on the second floor.

your heels clicking on the shiny wood flooring, it was of course always shiny since you were the one that mainly cleaned them.

ever since you started working for sirius the two other maids seemed to take advantage over your sweet and people pleasing nature, always asking you to do things they were assigned to do or simply noticed and didnt want to do it themselves but of course would take credit for your work. not only did they do this because you just didnt have it in you to say no to them and tell them to do their own damn work, they did it because they saw sirius’ lingering gazes on your figure that you didnt see.

it wasnt even two weeks before you heard the two women gossiping to each other that they suspected that you were secretly fucking sirius and thats how you got the job and thats why sirius seemed to request for you to do his laundry and was why you were allowed to clean his office. and as soon as the women would see you fake smiles fazed over their faces in an instant and their passive aggressive tone would activate.

at first their little gossiping kept you up at night, laying in bed not being able to sleep and just thinking about what they said. youve caught sirius watching you sometimes when you were cleaning his office so maybe that was why they came to that conclusion or maybe it was when sirius called you to his office when he got back home to take his shirt and clean it immediately since it was one of his favorites and he asked you to undo the buttons for him.

you opened sirius’ bedroom door, walking in and setting the laundry basket on his bed then going to shut the door.

coming back to the laundry basket, new sheets and pillow covers along with another smaller basket on top of the bedding with his some of his white button ups and ties, along with a couple of plain shirts.

taking the smaller basket and carrying it to his walk in wardrobe, flicking on its lights and sighing. it would be nice to have a walk in closet, though your clothes would take up only a rack or two along with four or five drawers.

you sat the basket on the ottoman, taking a look around, breathing in the clean smell before grabbing hangers from a shelf beside the light switch and bringing them to the ottoman.

hanging the shirts and folding the button ups neatly, placing them where you knew he wanted them. once you were done you carried the basket out before flicking the lights off and shutting the closet doors.

now you were onto stripping his bed and putting clean fresh sheets and pillow cases on then his black comforter. fixing his bed nicely then putting a softer fuzzy blanket at the bottom of his bed.

grabbing the baskets and leaving the room, you didnt like being in sirius’ space for too long; it felt nerve wracking and being in his office was worse maybe it was just because you barely knew what sirius did for work but most definitely knew it was bad. having to sign paper after paper saying that you would not tell people about anything youve saw or seen and sirius made it clear bad things would happen if you did; plus you couldnt tell people if you didnt know anything so you tried to keep away from listening in on things or gossiping with the other staff about sirius’ work and work partners.

you only knew three of sirius’ friends and work buddies since they were constantly together, pettigrew, potter and lupin those were the names you were familiar and heard on a regular basis from sirius’ mouth and had seen in person and you sometimes heard of a mckinnon and meadowes but didnt know the relation.

you remembered when sirius introduced you to them, calling you into his office as he sipped on alcohol while chatting with his friends and from then on out they were ones youd see come in and out of sirius�� place.

-

remus leaned his head back onto the back of the leather couch him and peter occupied, laughing at something james muttered out then dragging his cig to his mouth. “i’m telling you- lily was furious with me! wouldnt even let me hug harry til i got out of the shower” james laughed, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair.

“i wouldnt either, prongs youre the absolute worse at getting blood off you.” sirius said with a grin.

“i dont want to hear it! you have maids to do it for you!” james defended and pointed at sirius.

sirius laughed and threw his hands up in defeat. “speaking of maids—james—i have a new one. shes a beauty, so sweet and looks amazing in the uniform” sirius said smirking at james, making james to shake his head in response to the last bit.

“rob will you ask ms y/l/n to come here please” sirius said to the man that stood by sirius’ desk, “yes sir” rob answered and left the room to get you.

you were washing dishes when rob came to you, telling you sirius requested your presence in his office. you were hesitant and almost trembling when you got to his office door. you always got the feeling something bad was happening either getting fired or something worse.

you tried to walk in quietly but your heels clicked against the floor loudly. you picked at your nail polish behind your back. “sir?” you mumbled shyly.

sirius smiled, then looked back at you, “ms.y/l/n come, come. i was just telling my friends about you, so they get used to a new face around here” he said gesturing for you to come closer.

smiling as you got closer, giving the men a little wave when you felt that you were close enough.

-

walking back into the laundry room and putting the baskets on a shelf next to the other baskets. “y/n is that you?” you heard from the kitchen.

you smiled and made your way to the kitchen, the only sort “friend” you had was sirius’ chef; she was sweet and always told the other two maids off. “yes its me” you said with a soft laugh.

she smiled at you then went back to chopping onions, “heard you took maggie’s shift tonight” she said.

you huffed and leaned against the fridge, “jen, you know i cant say no, she cornered me by my car and asked me to” you whined and played with the hem on your skirt.

jen shook her head, “i promise if youd just snapped at them theyd stop running all over you.” jen said, looking at you with soft eyes then going back to cutting.

“i have tomorrow off so its fine, i wouldve just sat in bed all day if i got off at 8” you said trying to make light of the situation. jen waved her hands dismissively. “im sure they’ll talk about how you took her shift so you and sirius could you know” she added teasingly and sent a quick wink your way.

you laughed, jen had heard the two women gossiping and now constantly teased you about it. “i still can’t believe they keep saying that” you giggled out and made your way out of the kitchen.

-

hours passed, your knees ached as they rested on the hard wood floor. you were almost done getting the red from off the floor.

you had stumbled across the mess, broken glass from a vase that sat on a stand beside sirius’ office doors, the rug was moved and bunched up in places and a little pool of blood with little drops across the wood. you didnt ask, honestly didnt want to know what happened, you just knew youd have to clean it.

you got up, the blood was now cleaned up and the floor looked spotless. you put the two buckets to the side then wiped your brow, thinking of what to do next.

vacuum, thats what you needed, heading downstairs to the spot you knew the vacuum would be; except it wasn’t there.

groaning as now youd have to think of where you had put it. drumming your fingers on the washing machine as you tried to remember.

fuck—it was in sirius’ office, of course it was in his fucking office. no one was allowed in his office without him being there. you had left it in there earlier this morning after he asked you to get him a cup of coffee while you were in there cleaning then forgot about the vacuum.

it wouldnt hurt to just grab it right? just quickly grabbing it and leaving. so quick so that he wouldn’t see you, plus you were sure he was out, you hadnt seen him at all after you left his office this morning.

now you stood in front of his door, debating in your mind whether you should go in or just leave it. wiping your hands on your skirt and taking a deep breath.

opening the door and peeking in, it was dark and the only light that was on was a lamp on his desk. looking around the room, and spotting the vacuum by a bookshelf.

walking in, trying not to make noise. making your way to the vacuum. your plan was going perfectly, in and out.

you were almost to the door til the vacuum got stuck, you turned around, “god damn it” you whined quietly. a couple of loose threads from a rug had gotten stuck in its wheel. you tugged again, of course it was fucking stuck.

giving it one more tug, expecting it to not budge but the threads snapped and you stumbled back a bit, hitting his desk, papers that were at the edge of fell to the floor.

this is what you get for coming in here while youre not supposed to, its like everything in this room was out to get you. inhaling deeply before letting go of the vacuum and walking to the papers that were now scattered on the floor.

bending down and picking them up. you tried not read them but you couldnt help yourself, now standing with the papers only reading the page that was on top. furrowing your brows, you didnt understand it, the only thing you could grasp from it was that it was maybe about drugs and someone named evan rosier—whoever the fuck that was.

“snooping through my things are we?”

you froze, tears coming to your eyes, setting the papers on his desk. “no sir” you muttered, your lip quivering.

you could feel his presence behind you, “i-i” you started but was cut off by sirius. “look at me when youre talking to me” he said.

turning slowly, you put your hands behind your back. now making eye contact, sirius didn’t look angry or displeased that he found you in here.

tears filled your eyes, “dont cry darling” sirius whispered as he got closer to you. “take a deep breath,” he instructed and you listened, following him and taking a deep breath.

“there’s nothing to be afraid of darling” sirius added.

“mr. black im s’sorry, i left the vacuum in here— it got stuck and i pulled on it then knocked over your papers” you tried to explain, your words jumbling sometimes. you were becoming aware of how close he was, how handsome he was too.

sirius wasnt going admit he had seen the whole thing on the cameras in a room beside his office. sirius thought you were the cutest thing ever, always giving him a smile and wave if you passed him in the halls or whenever he asked you to do something you did it with a pretty smile on your face. sirius also thought it was cute when you were oblivious to his flirting.

“please dont fire me” you pleaded in a low whisper, sirius’ eyes softened. now this situation would be different if it wasn’t you, if it was someone else they wouldve been fired immediately just for breaking the rules of no one allowed in here if sirius wasn’t present or worse if they were looking through his papers.

“im not gonna fire you, get that thought out of your pretty head.” sirius reassured, his voice was soft and comforting. you took in his appearance as your nerves slowly calmed after hearing that sentence. his button up was untucked and a few buttons were unbuttoned and his pants were black along with his belt. you pressed your thighs together

sirius got closer and you backed up a bit, your ass hitting his desk. you looked up at him, “may i kiss you?” sirius asked, as glanced down at your lips.

you nodded and whispered yes, sirius leaned in, your lips and his lips touched softly.

sirius’ hands moved to rest on his desk, pulling away from the kiss just a bit “can i touch you?” he asked.

“yes sir” you said before his lips landed back onto yours, his hands moving your thighs. feeling the straps that held up your stockings, flicking it against your skin teasingly.

sirius pulled back again, “since you broke a rule, there’s a punishment that comes with. there’s a personal punishment or there’s a punishment we could discuss on monday” sirius said, waiting for you to pick.

“the personal punishment” you answered, looking up at him. you could feel your arousal and hoped the personal punishment would help you take care of it. sirius smirked.

“bend over the desk” sirius ordered, taking a step back from you. a small firework of pleasure popped from his words and your thighs pressing harshly together. you turned around and leaned over the desk; the side of your face pressed against the cold wood.

sirius walked towards you, muttering a soft “good girl” as he got closer. sirius took your hands and put them behind your back, “keep them there” he said sternly and you did.

you felt his hands go from the back of your thighs to your ass, pushing up your skirt as he went. sliding his fingers tips teasing under your panties. “ten spanks, thank you sir after each one. you understand that darling?” sirius asked.

“yes sir”

his hand came down hard on your ass, causing you to jolt and gasp softly. “one, thank you sir” you said trying to take your mind off the sting.

another smack happened and “two, thank you sir” followed.

after fifteen minutes you were on your last one, your ass was sore but sirius would try to sooth the pain by keeping his hand there after the smack.

“ten, thank you sir” you said, sirius massaged your ass as he whispered little praises.

“you did so good for me angel” he whispered as he unclipped your stockings from your garter belt then started to pull down your panties, sirius kissed down your left leg. feeling the drag of the fabric then his soft kisses after the fabric touched the areas was heavenly.

sirius kissed back up your leg after having you step out of your panties and putting the white lacey piece into his pocket. “you’re such a good girl for me” sirius praised, his erection straining in his pants and had been straining in his pants since he “caught” you in his office. he was surprised how you didn’t notice but grateful.

“turn for me” sirius said softly, lifting yourself off the desk and tuning to face him. sirius rested on his knees in front of you.

you leaned back resting on his desk. sirius ran his hands up your thighs then started placing kisses on your right knee, moving to your inner thigh. you opened your legs, your eyes pleading for him to use his mouth on you.

“please” you whined softly, sirius could’ve came at that, could’ve came from just seeing you like this even if he wasn’t the one doing this to you. he’d wanted to do this since you started working for him months ago and now it was finally happening.

sirius pushed up your skirt a bit before flatting his tongue and licking up your cunt. you shivered, humming in delight as your cunt finally got what it needed.

sirius’ tongue circled around your clit before sucking softly. his hands held your thighs apart, you moaned, your moved your hand to hold the edge of his desk but ended up knocking the papers onto the floor.

“fuck—“you whimpered, sirius’ tongue working wonders and you getting closer and closer with each swirl and suck. one of sirius’ hands left your thigh, bringing it to your cunt and now his middle finger teased your entrance.

there was a light knock at door, neither of you cared.

“mr.black a delivery is—“ tay started as she opened the door, the hallway lights coming in from the opened door and lighting up you and sirius. her mouth dropped as you moaned loudly as sirius pumped his fingers in and out of you. you made eye contact with tay. the one that started the gossiping and now the gossip just turned into a fact.

tay left quickly. you already knew the word would get to jen just as quick but you could think and deal with that later.

sirius stopped before you could cum, taking his mouth and fingers from you. you whined a soft “why?”.

“you’ll cum when i tell you to” sirius said as he got up.

leaning in and locking your lips with his, your hands moved to his dress shirt, unbuttoning it the rest of the way and pulling it off him.

sirius started trailing kisses down to your neck, his hands moving to your top. undoing the buttons on it and then moving his kissed to your tits, his left hand massaged your breast through your bra as his mouth bit and sucked on your right one.

lifting your tit out of the cup of bra so he could suck on your nipple.

your hands fiddled with sirius’ belt, finally getting it unbuckled. you palmed him through his dress pants.

sirius left your boobs and made his way back to your mouth. “i need you” you begged in the kiss.

“i know darling” sirius said softly, leaning back and looking at your hands on his clothed cock, he nodded his head giving you a signal to get his cock out.

“go on” sirius whispered, you moved the fabric down and let his cock spring out. you moved your hand on him, spreading his precum around his tip. sirius groaned, his core muscles tightening.

sirius guided you to lay back onto his desk, spreading your legs with his hand gently. he moved one hand to your cunt, rubbing gently on your clit making you quiver. sirius moved his from your cunt to his cock, guiding himself to slide through your folds and over your clit with his cock.

both of you moaned softly, sirius did this a few times before pushing his cock into you. sirius watched his cock spread you open as your back arched.

“you’re so-s’fucking big” you whimpered, his thumb moved to your clit, rubbing in circles.

sirius started to thrust back and forth slowly, building speed as he went. “you feel so good angel” sirius moaned.

your left leg was now over sirius’ shoulder as he thrusted in and out of you, your back was arched and your head was tossed back with your mouth agape letting out moans. sirius was saying sweet praises as he continued to fuck you, and the coil in your tummy tightened and tightened.

sirius was close too, you felt heavenly and your moans sounded heavenly. his thumb moved faster on your clit earning incoherent swears from you.

“please let me cum sir! im s’close” you begged, moving your head down so you could look at him. he looked beautiful.

“cum. be a good girl and fucking cum for me” sirius groaned, going faster. your body moving harshly against his desk.

“thank you sir!”

you shut your eye as the coil snapped, your legs shaking and you tossed your head back again and couldn’t help but let out moan after moan and whine after whine. after a few minutes your hand caught his wrist to take it of your clit, sirius helped you ride your orgasm out and then his own happened.

sirius’ cum painting your walls, your walls clenching around him—milking him of his cum. the sounds of deep breathing filling the room. you both taking your time to grasp what happened.

you whimpered as sirius pulled out of you slowly, watching his cum drip out of you. sirius reached to his drawers in his desk and pulled out some tissues to clean you up with.

sirius cleaned up what he could. you sat up, sirius kissed you softly then pulled your skirt down to cover you. “let’s get you a shower and some comfortable clothes, okay princess?” he said, hoping you had no intention to go home to your apartment.

you nodded and hummed a quick “mhm”, sirius fixed himself into pants then went to help you button up some of the buttons on your shirt so no one would see your bra, then helping you fix your skirt. you left the stockings alone not bothering to mess with the garter belt. sirius picked up your shoes and his shirt and walked you out of his office to his bedroom.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

hey everyone! sorry in advance for how long this is but ive just been stuck worrying i was the asshole in this situation. heres one for the jury.

i (23f) had this friend (20m) that id known since we were both kids. we were so close that we called each other siblings for like, 5 or 6 years of our lives. we didnt always see eye to eye but most disagreements were resolved somewhat easily i thought.

one thing that my friend would do, though, was try to rehabilitate people. im a woman of color, and my friend was a white man. the two of us would meet people, who would become his friends, but would treat me like a rabid dog. id show him proof and talk to these people about it pretty often, but the treatment continued. id tell my friend that i feel unsafe, and i was scared, esp with my paranoia issues.

every single time, though, my friend would say we should stay friends with these people. he believed that if we (he) earned their respect or influenced them through our friendship with them, theyd stop being racist. the only flaw in this, i saw, was that theyd never listen to me in the first place, and he would never give me a foot in the door or speak up to defend me.

this all culminated when my ex and i broke up. he had been acquaintances at best with them, and told me he didnt like them pretty frequently. id triggered myself into a meltdown one night on him, telling him the full uncensored details of what my ex had done to me during our relationship (still in therapy for it! woo!), and hed listened. he said it sounded awful, and that he had no interest in talking to them ever again. it made me feel the safest and most cared for that id felt in a while.

...you can see where this is going. a few months later, i see that hes replied to a comment from a familiar username on one of his posts. i felt guilty for even noticing, and i didnt want to ask him, but i figured it was someone else and i was just paranoid. i sent him a DM just for confirmation that it wasnt my ex.

he spent 5 minutes typing something before just saying 'yes'. i tried to pretend it was cool but it triggered not only a ptsd attack but a huge paranoia episode. i blocked him on impulse everywhere and cut contact. it was so bad i stopped talking to people for a solid 3 months or so other than my boss and therapist.

since then, hes posted some deeply hateful stuff about me, and told our mutual friends embarrassing information which convinced them to stop talking to me too. i lost my entire friend group that id had for about 5 years over this.

ive been thinking about his philosophy lately though, and i guess i can see the logic in it. im wondering if i really was as overly sensitive as he said i was about this stuff, and that i just needed to endure it more to 'fix' these people or change their minds or whatever.

so... AITA???

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[sandeoki]

His to protect pt. 2

summary: Y/N a hero, loved and respected by all. Seonghwa a villain, feared and frowned upon by all. both have been enemies ever since they can remember but what happens if Y/N appears at Seonghwa's doorstep at the middle of the night, all bloody and bruised?

t.w: swearing, mentions of death, violence, slight yandere vibes, rude!hwa, sassy!hwa, mention of blood etc.

< pt. 3 >

she was tired, her lungs were on fire and her feet were numb. her pace was getting slower and the people following her were getting faster. they were catching up. she couldn't run anymore.

she wanted to give up, to stop, take a breath and to rest. but she doubted the people following her would allow her to take a 'time out' and alas, she was right.

just as her pace slowed due to exhaustion, a large hand roughly pulled her shoulder, making her face a man clad in a black coat and pants. he looked like an agent straight out of a science fiction novel.

Y/n didnt have much time to judge his appearence before she was harshly pushed again. her back hit the stone wall and she realized just how doomed she was.

she was trapped between the stone wall and the man who looked as if he was about to kill her. she had nowhere to hide, nowhere to run off to. she had no escape.

tears starting rolling down her cheeks as she saw the man take a knife out of his pocket. just as she went to shout, her mouth were covered by the man's dirty hand. it made her shudder with fear and disgust.

all she could do was watch in fear as he bought the knife down to kill her, waiting for the pain to come. just as the knife was about to rip her apart, a bright light filled her vision.

she felt a striking pain fill her head as she sat up with a gasp. she looked around the unfamiliar surrounding. she was in a room, but it wasnt hers.

the room was well decorated and organized. the walls were a mixture of shades of beige, cream and white while the floor was carpeted. it certainly looked like it belonged to some kind of royalty.

she was laying on a king sized bed in the middle of the room, all tucked up and warm. she was still in her dirty and bloody hero costume but her wounds had been bandaged.

she tried to get up but failed, it was as if her legs had forgotten how to work. after a few minutes which seemed like an eternity to her, she managed to stand. just to stumble over thin air. right as she was about to break her nose, a gentle hand caught her.

"i thought you were better than this, you gremlin. falling over nothing? really? tch, shouldn't have underestimated your clumsiness" a voice all to familiar to her teased.

she pulled herself out of the the arms of her captor or well savior and straightened up. "why am i here?"

Seonghwa couldn't help but roll his eyes. "i dont know, you tell me? what the hell were you doing at my front door at 3 in the morning, looking as if you just escaped death?"

Y/n stiffened, she couldnt tell him how she ended up like this. she knew he could find many ways to use that information against her. telling him would be a dumb move.

"what's it to you?" she grumbled out with her jaw clenched and anger visible on her face. "stop right there princess, if it hadn't been me, you would have been dead by now. dont you dare get smart with me. you know i dont like brats, little hero"

"as if i care about your liking. why am i here? why am i still alive? aren't we like, i dont know, enemies? shouldn't you have like, you know, killed me..?"

"calm down tiger, we may be enemies but i'm not a monster. i would never try to harm you when i know you cant fight back. now if you are done with your interrogation, i have some questions for you too. and you know how much i hate dishonesty, so you better answer them properly."

the 'otherwise' was left unsaid but y/n got the hint. all she could do was nod her head like an obedient child. "are your wounds still hurting?"

her head snapped up, she was expecting him to ask something like 'why she was being chased' or 'what information was she hiding'. this was a shock to her.

"uhh no...?"

"are you telling me or asking me?"

"why does it matter anyways?" she snapped. it was after she saw his glare that she realized how big of a hole she had dug for herself.

"lister here and listen well, you puny hero. if you think you can run that cute little mouth of yours around me, then think again. if i want to know how you are feeling, you will tell me how you are feeling, understood?"

all she could do was nod as tears filled her eyes. the same hand which had stopped her fall now came to rest under her chin as he sighed.

"shush now, i didnt mean to be so harsh, calm down little dove. save those preety tears for some other occasion, hmm? clean up while i make some soup for you, why dont you? and after you are done, you are going to tell me who did this to you so that i can track that bastard down and crush his neck myself."

#ateez #ateez x reader #che.rry ateez #hero x villain #hero! reader #villain! seonghwa #ateez imagines #yandere! seonghwa #ateez yandere #ateez fic

[yourtouchismidas]

In honor of the new atpoaim part imagine a part where Matty is talking about Gigi and how she and the missus have made his life better (not in a lot of detail ofc for privacy)

the camera shakes from behind the trees. matty knows it is there, of course, he asked for it. but he pretends he doesnt. the black and white doesn't show the fact it is a sunny day. it looks over cast. it is chilly though. matty sits next to adam on a park bench. one of those traditional wooden ones. dedicated to someone. matty reads out the plaque when they sit down, "to doris, who loved this park and everyone in it." he laughs. "jesus," he says, "that couldnt be more cliche if it tried." adam chuckles, but his eyes don't leave the far off place he has been watching throughout the video.

matty's eyes have joined him. the watch in silence for a while. you can hear some birds. some high pitched squeals of children.

"gigi!" matty yells. "gigi, get down from that... you aren't supposed to climb..."

then matty is gone, off from the bench and out of screen. adam is laughing, softly. he watches. then matty comes back into shot, straightens his coat. their breath puffs in the air in front of them.

"this kid will be the death of me," he tells adam. adam lets out a non committal hum.

"kids are wild, huh?" he says.

"yup," matty says. he shoves his hands back in his pockets. "she's also the life of me though."

there is a cut. time has passed. we don't know what was said in that time, if anything. or if the dad's just watched the kids play. matty is speaking.

"i never thought i could do it," he says.

"what? be a dad?" adam says.

"yeah."

"well we all knew that."

"what?" matty says.

"that you didnt think you could do it. soon as your missus got pregnant it was all we heard about. for months."

"it's a scary thing."

"it is," adam agrees. "i think it was different for you though. because. you know. she was..."

"an accident," matty says.

adam scoffs, "well i wasnt going to say those words."

"i know you weren't. you're too polite. but let's call a spade a spade. that's my beautiful little accident."

he points off screen. the children are yelling. screeching. having the time of their lives. there is another jump cut.

"nothing prepares you though does it? for like, how much you're gonna love them."

"hmm" adam nods.

"like, you think you know love."

"and you dont."

"and you dont. until you hold that little baby in your arms."

there is another pause and then matty talks again.

"i mean i never thought i would love anyone like i love, this one's mum. i was so lucky really."

as he speaks he scuffs his foot in the gravel, looking down.

"i got not one, but two surprise girls. mother and baby."

adam nods.

"fuck me i'm lucky."

"we didnt think anyone would have you," adam says, for the first time looking round at him and grinning. matty rolls his eyes but he nods.

"me neither," he says, "but someone from thinking no one would have me, i got the one. you believe in that?"

adam frowns, thinking. matty doesnt give him a chance to answer.

"well i do. i do since her anyway."

we watch them for a little while longer, their faces pretty blank, looking out at the park. suddenly, both their faces change, they lean forward, their smiles grow huge, and two little people run up to them and into their respective father's arms, faces hidden by coat hoods and scarves, camera facing the back of them. we watch as they embrace their children, then it cuts to black before another scene.

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy x y/n #matty healy fanfiction #dad!matty