#something something he came pretrained...

[7ynnn]

The masculine urge to not think for yourself and have your hot mafia boss/hot mafia bros order you around like a /dog/

🤤🤤 This is good bc it could technically refer to any of the team mafia members who let farfa / rich boss them around. Ofc it applies to sapnap more than most though. He is sooo follower not leader coded ❤️

[teddy06writes]

*potentially very triggering ask/fic*

requested by this anon: “I’m not sure if you’re doing requests or not or if you’re comfy with this or not but like I’m fuckin going through it rn and was wondering if you can do Dream x reader where reader is self harming on their thighs and Dream walks in”

dream x reader

trigger warnings: swearing, reader who cuts, all of that

premise: dream walks in on you cutting

{guys, serious talk right here, right now, I am not a therapist, or anything like that, but if you want to talk to me about anything, my messages are always open. Also, reading some fantasy fic where a person from the internet comforts you won’t solve all your problems. if your really struggling please go and ask for help, that is the only way it’s going to get better. Go and get some professional help, because it helps, believe me. I will write this, and any other request that pretrains to something similar, but please, please, please know that there are other ways of dealing with this}

{I also ask that if you know that this could trigger you into self harming, or something similar, please don’t read it, I don’t want anyone getting hurt}

{please tell me if this goes against anything, or needs to be taken down, it can be gone in a heartbeat}

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“(y/n)?” 

You kept your head down, staring at the cuts on your thighs, unable to look at Dream. 

“(y/n)?” He said again gently, “(y/n) how long has this been going on?” 

“A while.” you mumbled. 

Dream tilted your chin up, to look at him, “Love......” 

You bit your lip, trying to stop the tears from falling from your eyes as you pulled away from him,  “I’m sorry...” 

Slowly, and carefully, he pulled the blade from your hand, “let’s get you cleaned up, love.” 

He disappeared from the room, taking the razor blade with him, and you buried your face in your hands, tears falling. 

Dream returned, a small first aid kit in his hands. 

He murmured soft words as he bandaged your cuts, assuring your that it would be okay. 

Once he was sure your cuts were securely covered, he disappeared again, determined to get rid of every blade in the house. 

You weren’t sure how much time had past until he came back, pulling you into his arms, “Tomorrow we’re going to see about getting you some real help, okay?” 

“okay.” you mumbled.