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[storiesfromafan]

He's Not So Bad (18+) - Mattheo x Reader

A/N: I bring you the awaited follow up to He's So Annoying 😊

I hope this ain't too bad. I finished writing it this morning before work. And just finished revising, so forgive me if there is any spelling/grammer mistakes.

Also, today wasn't such a good day at work, would appreciate some love 😅

Warnings: spelling/grammer mistakes, public sex, p in v

Prompt/s: “Can you feel how much I want you?” and “You’re mine"

Tag list: @moorningvoice @legobookstore @revesephemeres

After Potion’s class, you found Mattheo flirting and annoying you more with every shared class for the last few days. And every time you do your best to ignore him or put him in his place, he continued to drag up that night. You began to think he enjoyed remembering it, and like if he mentioned it, you’d jump back into bed with him. And you wanted too. But your better judgement told you no, he just wanted you physically.

Unfortunately this day was the day he’d followed you out of your last class – Divination – and was adamant on giving lost puppy energy. And that was even with people around.

“Honestly, why do you keep chasing me, when there are so many willing females that would gladly be your bed buddy?” You sighed turning down a hallway that looked to be deserted.

Mattheo shrugged. “I like the chase with you. It’s a challenge, love”.

“Don’t called me love!” You shot back, sending him a glare. Which made him smile.

Mattheo thought it was funny how you hadn’t clued on. How he was infatuated with you. His constant presence, annoyance and the nickname – love – were tell-tale signs of his affection for you. Hell, he’d even gotten detention the other day for hexing a Hufflepuff guy who Mattheo overheard planning to ask you out. You were his. And that meant you were off limits.

Mattheo chuckled. “Deny all you like, love, but I know you enjoy it".

Rolling your eyes while you picked up the pace, wanting to put distance between you too, as well as get back to the Ravenclaw house. The only place you could be free of the menace on your heels. If only you know what was about to come.

You felt a hand wrap around your wrist, then being pulled down a dead end of the hallway. Your body being pressed against the wall, hidden behind a statue and pillar. Another hand was pressed against you mouth before you could even make a noise. Before you was Mattheo, the person who had dragged you down here and pressed you against the wall.

Your shock expression turned to that of a glare. Which told him that you weren’t going to scream, probably tell him off, but he could handle that. So with a small, sweet smile on his lips, Mattheo removed his hand. Instantly you let him have it.

“What the hell! What are you thinking!?” You voiced, tone sharp and annoyed.

Mattheo remained quiet, admiring the fire in you. He moved the hand that had been over your mouth, to push back your hair so it was over your shoulder. Before running it along your jaw and down your neck. You shuddered. You told yourself you had to be mad, and not show how his simple actions affected you. Because they did. His touch was electric, the pads of his fingers running slowly over your skin, sending your heart a flutter.

Mattheo of course noticed the shudder, and the slight change in you. He’d been studying for so long, he knew the signs. The hand holding your wrist moved to rest against the wall next to your head, almost completely caging you in. His warm chocolate brown orbs had darkened with the thought of what was to come. So long as you let him, of course. Mattheo wouldn’t do anything you didn’t beg for. And he’d have you beginning.

Leaning in, Mattheo ran his nose along your jaw, taking in the faint smell of your perfume. Which he noted he needed to find out what it was, so he could buy you more, for it was his new favourite scent when mixed with your own smell. You stiffened at his action. You didn’t expect Mattheo to be this forward. Sure, he liked to flirt and bring up that night, maybe even tell you what else he’d like to do to you. But actually do it? This surprised you.

“You smell so good" Mattheo softly groaned before nipping your jaw, making you jump. “Jumpy, love?” He chuckled.

You shot him a dirty look, which he enjoyed oh so much. “N-no" you retorted.

Once more Mattheo chuckled, before kissing your jaw and then nipping once more. Again you jumped, but not as much as the first time. “Hmmm, you are jumpy" he commented teasingly.

You placed your hands against Mattheo's chest and push, hoping he’d get the hint and back up. But no. He only moved closer, your strength nothing for him. Before your hands could be trapped, you moved them to his shoulder. Bad move. It not only allowed Mattheo to press his body completely against yours, against the wall. But also gave him the idea you wanted him. Which you did, but tried to fight the spark between you both.

His lips moved to your neck. Kissing and nipping. You fought the rising moan that so badly wanted to be freed from your lips. No, you couldn’t let Mattheo win. Yet the moment his free hand skimmed up your side, coming to rest under your breast, you wanted to whine, wanting him to touch you there. And you know he wanted to, the way his hand slightly shaked against you, his restraint impressive. But he wouldn’t just do it, not without permission, your submission and begging.

The hands on his shoulders grasped at his white button up shirt, your nails would have dug into his flesh if not for that item of clothing. The memory of how your nails felt on and digging into his flesh flooding both of your memories. Recalling how Mattheo moan and groaned from the scrapping down his back, and the reminder he had for a few days. He wanted your mark on him always. But that would be another time.

Yet you were holding back, and he couldn’t have that. He needed you to give in to him. Mattheo pressed his lower half closer to you, his arousal pressing into your hip.

“Can you feel how much I want you?” He groaned lips having moved to your ear, his hot breath tickling. “So badly I need you, love”.

Your breath caught in your throat from the feel of him and his admission. Which hit straight in the pit of your stomach, adding to your arousal. You pressed your legs together trying to will it away, but the embers were lit. From here it would just grow to an all-consuming fire. Against your better judgement, and senses, you moved a hand to the back of Mattheo's head. You grasped his brown curls, before pulling his head back so you could look at his gorgeous face. Expecting a knowing smirk upon his lips, you would have been surprised by the dark look on his face, if you weren’t lost by desire. Which mirrored in his eyes.

You pulled him in so that your lips collided in a hard, messy kiss. Giving all in. Which Mattheo accepted. The hand resting under your breast moved to cup your mound, that you sighed at. Taking his opportunity, Mattheo slipped his tongue into your mouth, claiming it and your tongue for himself. Feverishly his tongue moved with your own, a frantic dance.

While you lost yourselves in the kiss, Mattheo moved both hands down your sides. Moving over your hips and down your thighs. He moved down and you continued to move with him in the kiss. Mattheo then moved his hands back up your thighs, under your skirt, to the back of your thighs. Before you knew it, he had lifted you, bringing your legs up around his waist. His hands groping your behind, while he pushes you further against the wall. His arousal pressed against your aching core, both clothing separating those intimate places. With a hard, slow grind against your body from Mattheo, you pulled back from the kiss and moaned. Instantly he moved to sloppily kiss your neck.

“W-we shouldn’t b-be doing this h-here" you managed to choke out, as he kept grinding against you.

Mattheo groaned against your neck. “But I need you now, love. I can’t wait" he retorted. “No one will know, as long as you’re quiet".

The way his voice lowered and had this desperate tone to it, it just added to the fire. With those words and tone your last shred of sense left you. Too far gone now to back out. You bucked your core against his arousal, solidifying you heard and understood him. And that pleased Mattheo so much.

One of his hands moved to your clothed sex, fingers finding your bundle of nerves and pressing it over your panties. You groaned softly, before you mewed when he moved those fingers in circles over the nub. You rested your head against the wall, eyes closed while your hand gripped Mattheo’s hair. He moved his head back, drinking in the sight of your face and his hand pleasuring you.

When he abruptly stopped his ministrations, you shot him a dirty look. He chuckled. “Patience, love. It’s just beginning".

He placed a long, chaste kiss to your lips. While his hand moved to his slacks, he pulled down his zipped and managed to free himself. It was a moment of relief for Mattheo, for his hard member had been in torture being confined. Using his hand he pumped himself a few times before feeling the over whelming need to be inside you. So, letting himself go, Mattheo moved his hand to your panties. Pushing the clothing a side, he jostled you up the wall a little move, hand firm on your behind.

Moving himself to your entrance, Mattheo ran the tip along your folds, gathering your slick. When the tip nudged your bundle of nerves, you groaned, feeling a jolt in the pit of your stomach. He did that a few more times, enjoying the noises and how your face looked from his actions.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be in you" he sighed, lining himself up at your entrance.

You didn’t say anything, or get the chance too. For Mattheo began to push into you. Slowly the tip entered you, followed by inch after inch. He growled at how tight you were around him. But eventually he pushed all the way in, bottoming out, fully inside you. He waited a few minutes, letting you adjust to him and relax.

After a few minutes Mattheo started to pull out till the tip was just inside you, and with a snap of his hips, he pushed back inside. Over and over he did this at a slow pace. Your hands gripped his hair and shoulder, back arching, clothed breasts pushing up against him. You felt so good, like heaven, just like he remembered but better.

There you were, in a dead end of a deserted hall, with Mattheo fucking you up against a wall that was just concealed from sight. You should have protested the public setting, but when he felt so good, and made you feel so good, you couldn’t do anything but take it.

With a harsh snap of his hips, you bit back a loud moan, for he’d reached that spot with in you. And with every second or third thrust, Mattheo was hitting it repeatedly. You buried your face in his shoulder, holding onto him tighter, a small whimper leaving your lips. Knowing how good he was making you feel, Mattheo picked up his pace, chasing your releases.

You felt that coil in your pit tightening with each thrust, your sex tightening around him every time after hitting that spot deep within you. You both were a panting and sweating mess, lost in this moment and the other.

“You're mine" Mattheo groaned, thrust harsher into you. “Tell me you’re mine!”

You moaned against his shoulder, from his thrust and words. Being so sex drunk, your better judgement was out the window. “I-I'm yours" you moaned.

“I can’t hear you" he groaned, gripping your ass with both hands as he thrust deeply and moaning.

You let out a small cry when he did that. “I-I'm yours!”

Hearing you better, Mattheo grinned. Pleased with your answer. Without saying anything else, he focused on getting you both over the edge. He focused on his thrusts, long and hard, and trying to hit that spot over and over. That coil in your pit tightened with every thrust. You found yourself tell him you were close. So he worked harder. Soon his thrusts got sloppy, but he kept at it.

When you finally came, you told him just before that coil in your snapped. You tightened around him, moaning Mattheo's name and riding out your release. With a few more sloppy thrusts, Mattheo finally hit his own release, a groan leaving his throat. He thrusted a few more times as he coats your insides with his release. Mattheo buried himself inside you, body leaning against you as you both tried to catch your breathes.

It was silence, except for your soft panting. Mattheo rest his forehead against your shoulder, while the hand in his locks ran through them. He was savouring this moment. While you wondered what this meant. You were confused by his want for you to say you were his. Was it something to help him get off? Yet you were unsure of voicing that question.

After a while Mattheo pulled back, and he removed himself from you, covering you back up with your panties. He helped lower you to your feet, which were a bit shaky. But once he was sure you were standing, he put himself back in his pants and zipped them back up. It was silent between you both, for you, you were unsure while Mattheo was satisfied and content.

Feeling self-conscious, you picked up your bag and were about to leave. “Um, a-alright" you stuttered. Unsure of what to say after a quickie in the hall.

You had just moved past Mattheo, when he grabbed your wrist. “Where are you running off to love?”

You sighed. “I told you, I’m not your love”.

Not hearing a retort or him releasing your wrist, you turned to see a knowing smirk on Mattheo's face. He moved closer to you, hand moving to lock with yours, as he pulled you closer.

“Oh, but you are love” he said in that overly sweet tone. “You said it yourself, you’re mine”.

Your face flushed. While all words left you. That was the moment you realised you had unknowingly given yourself to Mattheo Riddle. You were his. And he was completely yours. Slowly a smile crossed your lips. You decided to accept your fate. He’s not so bad.

[haunted-headset]

somethin' stupid ❤︎₊ ⊹

summary: Sirius says 'i love you' for the first time

a/n: hi! as you might know, i'm really new at writing for the Marauders and this would be my first time writing for Sirius, so please feel free to let me know what i could do better next time or what i did well :)

tags: @eyesof-thehurricane @daemontargaryennn @o-kye @unbeleevable @mochamuff1n @prettysinners (this is me just guessing who would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be removed/added from the taglist!!)

word count: 726

warnings: slight angst, tooth-rotting fluff, reader and Sirius cry a little

You were curled up on the small couch in your pajamas, your nose in the new book you'd gotten recently. You weren't sure how long you'd been on the sofa until Sirius arrived.

"Babyyy," Sirius whined, "you've been reading forever. Can we please do something?"

"I haven't been reading for that long," you chuckled, sliding your bookmark between the page you were on and looking up at him, his arms draped over the back of the sofa.

"You've been reading for at least an hour," Sirius teased. "You haven't even moved. It's a bit scary, darling."

"What do you even want to do, Siri?" you asked, stretching your legs with a groan.

"I don't know," he said, "cuddle? Watch a movie? Go for a walk? Cuddle?"

"You said that twice," you giggled.

"I know," he matched your smile. "I really want to cuddle." His eyes lit up. "I have an incredible idea."

"Yes?" you chuckled.

"I could lay on your lap," he said, already climbing onto the couch," and you can sit there and look pretty and read." He nuzzled his head into your belly and wrapped his arms around you. "You smell good," he said.

"I'm wearing your jumper, silly," you laughed.

"Oh," he said. "I smell good."

"Yes, you do," you nodded, opening your book up again and absentmindedly playing with his hair. He let out a content sigh and closed his eyes, moving one hand to rub your thigh.

"Please never stop getting acrylics," he murmured, wriggling his head under the jumper to lay his head on your skin.

"I might have to, Siri," you said. "They're not healthy for your nails, I've heard."

"Isn't there a healthy one now?" he asked, lifting his head up. "A gel one?"

"Bio gel," you nodded, "but my friend told me they're expensive."

"I'll pay for it, babe, don't worry about that," he said, nuzzling his head under your his jumper again.

"You spoil me too much," you laughed.

"Why wouldn't I?" he said, kissing your soft tummy. "I have to pamper my darling." He hummed with content when your nails lightly scratched his scalp.

"I love you," he murmured.

You froze, your heart skipping multiple beats and your eyes widening. The words on the pages became blurry, jumbled-up bits of nonsense as you lost your breath.

When you looked at him, he was already looking at you, his eyes flickering with traces of fear.

"Did I do something wrong?" he whispered, so soft you could barely hear him. "Did I mess up?" he asked when you didn't respond.

You felt your heart break into shards at his shaky words. You quickly set your book down on the coffee table and threw your arms around him with a tearful giggle.

"You didn't mess up, Sirius," you whispered, sniffling as his shaky arms wrapped around you tightly. "You didn't mess up at all."

"Do you love me?" he whispered, lifting your head out of his chest and cupping your face. "You don't have to say it back-"

"How is that even a question?" you laughed. "Of course I love you, Siri, of course I do."

You watched his expression go from worried to ecstatic as he hugged you again, causing you to fall and hit the pillows.

"Holy shit, you love me!" Sirius laughed. "I love you! We love each other!"

"We do!" you laughed, wiping away your tears.

"Why are you crying?" he said, kissing your wet cheeks. "Baby, we're in love! I love you! You love me! We love each other! Isn't that great?"

"You're crying too, dummy!" you teased, reaching up to wipe the streaks away.

"At least I have a good reason!" he laughed. "You gave me a fright, darling!" He kissed your lips a few times. "And before you apologize, you have nothing to say sorry for, so don't even try."

"But I scared you-" you started.

"Nope, you're not allowed to apologize," he interrupted, kissing your forehead. "What you are allowed to do is tell me what food you want me to order for us."

"We're getting takeout?" you questioned.

"You think I'm going to get up and cook for us after we just confessed our love?" he said dramatically. "Absolutely not. We're going to order takeout so I can cuddle you for the rest of the night."

You weren't complaining.

[zigrethsnotebook]

[NECK KISS]

Ford x Reader

words: 358

tags: sfw, fluff, suggestive

You were in the kitchen, chopping some vegetables for dinner, when you heard footsteps enter the room. Soon after, you felt strong hands around your waist, hugging you from behind. You hummed in amusement before you commented on it.

“Ford, be careful - this knife is very sharp.” The man in question just nuzzled his face into your shoulder. You chuckled lightly, but continued with your task. After you had collected all the chopped vegetables in a bowl and put the knife away, you needed to move away from the counter. Ford’s arms held you in place though.

“Love, I’m gonna need to ask you to let go of me. Otherwise I’ll never get this food done.” Ford just turned you around in his arms and raised one hand to your chin, making you look at him. “Leave it.” He purred and lifted your chin a little higher before leaning in.

You closed your eyes in anticipation. But nothing met your lips. Instead, Ford ducked into your neck, kissing every new spot he could now reach. You gasped in surprise at first, but quickly let your head lean back, giving him full access to your neck.

He placed a soft kiss on every spot that let him feel your heartbeat on his lips. Ford loved the way he could feel it increase in speed when he did that. He worked his way down to your collarbone, his hands now both on your waist.

You placed your hands on his biceps, lightly pushing against him. “Ford. I want to get this done first.” You could feel him sigh against your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Ford slowly removed himself from your neck and looked into your eyes again, pouting. “This better be some amazing food.” You laughed at him but it held no malice, just fondness.

You took his hands and moved them away from your waist, freeing you from his grasp. “I don’t know about that, but if you behave then you’ll get some special dessert.” With a wink from you his mood lifted again.

Quickly, Ford stood beside you, helping you cook. Eager for dessert.

[smilepilled]

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Carlos was torn. Despite the gruelling nature of their program, he was starting to really enjoy the routine their group had developed. Eating meals with the others, studying with Mateo and Marjan, unwinding at the end of the night with them; these were all things that he looked forward to, and that kept him going throughout the day.

He sighed out loud, even though he was alone in his room, and there was nobody to hear him. Carlos knew that in order to dedicate time to Iris, which, he reminded himself, was the whole reason why he was here in the first place, something had to give, and it couldn’t be his studies. 

He had gotten a good chunk of his homework done the night before, so he decides that he’s going to spend the rest of his Saturday on Iris’s case. He thinks that the library is a good place to start — there’s a section dedicated to alumni works, including their third-year dissertations, so Carlos is hoping there will be something that Iris has written there. 

Just as he puts on his shoes, he hears a knock on his door. He wasn’t expecting anyone, but he figures it was probably Marjan or Mateo knocking to see if he wanted to go study. He swings the door open, and TK is standing there, sunshine personified.

“Hi,” he says happily.

“TK,” Carlos says, caught off guard. “Hi.”

“Sorry, is this a bad time?” TK asks, no doubt sensing Carlos’s hesitation. “I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out with us today. Nancy had this great idea of grabbing some food at the dining hall, and going for a swim in the pond before it got too cold, and —”

Carlos cuts TK off before he can continue, selfishly, because if he hears any more, he’ll lose all his conviction and say yes to that handsome face. “Sorry, I can’t. I’m busy.”

TK sighs exasperatedly. “Carlos, what can you possibly be so busy with that you cannot take a day off?”

It was like a flip switched in Carlos. He bristles at TK’s tone, and suddenly he feels irritated. “I just have to study. Not that I need to report that to you.”

TK looks taken aback by the way Carlos snapped at him, and he regrets it instantly. He knows that he’s misdirecting his frustrations at TK, but by the time he opens his mouth to say something, to explain himself, TK’s already turned on his heels and stalked off. 

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[defrostedvertebrae]

the biggest complimet a random nonhuman blog can get imo is if someone thinks of your blog whenever they hear of a species.

Like for us with @/sunfl0wersapphic and pine martens, @/contrapaws with zombies (though tbf ey's our roommate), @/wilczak and @/serrph with wolverines, @/autisticcoyote with coyotes, @/a-minke-whales-tale with whales and many others

we can only hope we're the jackrabbit for at least one person

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gif pack maker question game! 💕

I've seen a few of these float around for gif/edit makers and some questions apply to us, but I figured I'd make one specifically for gif pack makers! Feel free to send me some or just reblog and get some questions asked yourself! If you think of any other good questions, leave them in the replies and I'll try to add them in the future!

What is your favorite gif pack to date?

Which FC have you made the most gifs of?

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What is the smallest pack you've ever made?

Who is your favorite gif pack maker? If that's too hard, top 3!

Which gif pack do you think is underrated (should have gotten more attention)?

Which gif pack are you close to deleting?

Have you ever deleted a gif pack?

How did you get started making gif packs?

Post your favorite gif of one of your current projects (or one from each!)

What scenes are the worst to color?

Which scenes are your favorite to color?

What was the worst show you've had to color?

Which show had the best lighting/was the easiest for you to cover?

Would you ever remake a gif pack? If so, which one(s)?

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Black and white gifs. Worth it?

Free choice! Ask whatever you'd like!

[thedeadthree]

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[jaredthebc]

Just a quick friendly reminder that when a company says their chickens are “free range” chances are they really mean “we meet the bare minimum legal requirement of giving the chickens a very small space to walk around in” cause they don’t give a damn about the chicken’s life, they just want a fancy label to put on their packaging so well meaning but not well informed people choose them to buy from

I can’t say a perfect alternative, I just want people to know that the label doesn’t really do much but say the chickens had the bare minimum rather than hell. I’m not against eating chickens or anything (hell, I own chickens, but that doesn’t stop me from eating chicken nuggets) but I do feel it’s worth bringing up so people know

[funnydbdnames]

[gaycrittercentral]

Just a random question-

Why is your art so good pfft- ok heres real one-

What are your thoughts on a Sam&Max Au where Sam gets injured? Totally doesnt have an au with this premise...

SCREECH ?????? 💕💖💕💖💕 awww thank you that’s awful sweet!! ^^ it’s bc I’m gay and I’ve been hyperfixating on them for like 2 years lmaooooooo

OOOOH aus where Sam gets injured…I love me a good hurt/comfort thing, let’s see what I’ve got kickin around in my piles of vague aus and fic beginnings eehehhee

Blegh having just perused my options I have come up with a disturbing lack of fitting scenarios >:( why haven’t I done this!! Closest I’ve got is a goofy little Titanic au I drafted up after seeing it for the first time like a year ago and deciding that what Rose really needs, instead of a boyfriend, is a couple of chaos dads to encourage her to leave her shitty situation and be a goblin lmaooooo. I had Sam almost freeze to death in it but I couldn’t actually kill him bc I’m a soft bastard at heart :p so if anyone’s interested in that I could drop a link to it hhhdgsjdhdhd, I think it turned out pretty funny teehee

WAIT WAIT I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY SKETCHES THIS KINDA FITS (tw blood?)

Poor Max. He was really looking forward to how cool that’d look lmaooo

[mothcpu]

sketches for @hotlineamy, @bemused-illusionist, awesomecake0 (twitter), and @cultofthorns!

[lazylogic]

I'm really excited for @bynineb's upcoming game, Cavern of Dreams, and I love the protagonist so I just had to draw the little guy. I tried something a little different too - I tried to imitate those N64/PS1 box art renders where everything is smooth and shiny and the shading is black (though I was a little too scared to go all in with that part). I referenced Yoshi's Story, Banjo-Kazooie/Tooie, and Spyro specifically. It's not perfect but I made an attempt and it was really fun!

Please check out the game, it looks amazing!

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[saturnine-saturneight]

I make Nat sound like such a terrible person on here, and they are, but I'm half worried that talking about the story from an objective perspective so much sort of ruins the fun of reading it - that being, I am deliberately telling the story from Nat's perspective.

What I want to do with Twin Suns is break down some of the lines between abuser and victim. I want to write that dynamic as what it is, a dynamic between two people, behaviors that you can fall into. That anyone can fall into! I want to write is as explicitly not something that you ontologically are, that in one case taints you to your core, and in the other absolves you of all possible responsibility.

I'm even hesitant to use the word abuser here because it's so loaded!! It's an abusive relationship that I'm writing, but Nat and Ron are also friends, and Ron is also a dick on occasion, and Nat is also somebody who has been deeply, deeply failed by everyone around them from day one, who knows that they are in the hole but cannot begin to understand how to climb out, who is so scared of losing others that they just make it worse and worse and worse.

I've given earlier iterations to people to read a few times now, and I really love the reactions in retrospect, although in the moment they've often driven me crazy. When a friend read an argument between Nat and Ron out loud, they defaulted to making him sound angry and threatening, and Nat small and docile! Because of gender roles, likely, Nat is bigender but reads as very fem, and Ron is agender but reads as a guy, or because of missing context, and also almost definitely because it's a role Nat takes very frequently, both to protect themself and because they genuinely feel threatened in their very existence.

Another friend read Ron running away without telling Nat that he was leaving after an argument, and called him a rat for it, even with context! It's fascinating stuff! And he wasn't even explicitly black in that iteration yet!!!

This might be my longest meta post so far, so tagging @fortunatetragedy @cowboybrunch @fairytaleinagem