#not dating men is another safety measure

[kvetcher2]

I hate hustle culture/grindset/girlboss shit as much as the next person but being financially independent or at the very least having your own source of income is one of the most important safety measures you can take as a woman

[myfictionaldreams]

Safety Measures // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was the anniversary of Steve and Bucky saving you from your sadistic brother. Usually, it was a time of celebration for you, but this year, you couldn't help but feel paranoid and unsafe.

Extra reading: Last Hope for background context

A/N: Happy New Year, beautiful readers! I hope everyone is well and safe.

Requested by: @theatrelove3000 thank you so so much for the request and all your support with my writing. As always, you're the best!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, polyamory, ptsd, anxiety, paranoia, insomnia, discussion of past abuse, domestic fluff, dom/sub undertones, cock warming, subspace (kinda), hurt/comfort, new member of the family (yay!), puppy

Words: 4.8k

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Insomnia was an issue you’d never had to deal with before. Not when you have two of the most powerful men of all of the East Coast tiring you out and wrapped around your body to make you feel safe and content.

However, as the seconds ticked by on the clock position on the nightstand next to the bed, you’d found that your body was willing to do anything but sleep. As midnight struck, any hope that had been inkling in your thoughts was diminished. There you were, half sprawled over Steve’s naked chest, his warmth burning through your skin, with Bucky spooning around your back, sandwiching you thoroughly between the two of them, legs crisscrossed between one another.

Even in the safe embrace, your heart continued to palpate painfully in your chest with such powerful thumps you were worried it would wake one of your lovers.

It was always this day. This date. Every year, that sprung fear through your soul, with the memories of your past returning to haunt you. Before Bucky. Before Steve or either of their safety and love, you’d been involved with your family business, reigned by your sadistic brother, Enzo, who was both hateful and abusive, causing you to live a life that was not worth living at all.

For countless years, you’d simply been floating through life, doing anything your brother demanded to benefit his gang. There was no hope, love, or light in your life until the men whose arms you were wrapped tightly in found you, saved you, and showed you what life was about. It hadn’t been an easy adjustment, especially with the violent and bloody end to your brother, but then readjusting to the newfound freedom had taken its toll. The anxiety from your past still haunts you to this very day.

In truth, in the first few years surrounding your brother's death anniversary, you’d celebrated the beginning of your new happiness and life. However, as you grew older and had to live through the dangers of being in the most infamous mafia gang in Brooklyn, your optimistic perspective became somewhat fragile with the realities of becoming close to losing everyone and everything you loved on multiple occasions.

So now, when this dark day loomed over your head once more, your anxiety rose along with the reminder of the horrors that you’d experience throughout your lifetime. Paranoia blossomed into something that was logically not plausible, frightened that somehow, Enzo would return and take you back to the hell hole he once kept you contained within.

These fears had been discussed with both Steve and Bucky on multiple occasions, as well as your friends, who promptly reminded you that nowhere was safer on earth than with all of them. There was 24/7 surveillance within the office and your home, guards patrolling, all armed and trained, as well as having the enhanced bodies of your boyfriends always at your side.

You were safe.

Safe.

And yet, still, there you lay. Wide awake, breaths shallow, trying to remain as quiet as possible so that you may listen to any sounds of intruders walking through your home. It is an impossible feat to do either way due to the pounding of your heartbeat without your ears, the repetitive thump and drum that increased in speed over the minutes. Your palms were becoming clammy where they were resting on Steve’s chest, a faint tremble beginning to throb through your limbs as well. You closed your fingers into a tight fist, attempting to cease the shaking whilst blowing out a long breath as the clock ticked to 00:01 am.

It was no use. You couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t just simply lay there and wait to be attacked or taken.

Carefully as you could, you attempted to climb out of your fierce hold, but due to your fragile state and the firm grip of Steve and Bucky, the movements stirred them both awake.

“Baby? Everything ok? Where are you going?” Steve asked, still half asleep but attempting to rouse himself more by rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Sorry”, you whisper into the darkness, “I just needed to use the bathroom”. The lie trembled from your lips as you clumsily searched the bedroom floor for some clothing to cover your naked body. From the smell of the shirt that you were now tugging over your head, you’d found Bucky’s t-shirt in the dark. As your eyes adjusted to remain in the darkness, you could see Bucky moving closer to Steve on the bed, his face resting on the blonde's chest, replacing where you’d been.

The sight had you smiling for a split second before a rustle of the wind against the windows drew your frightened attention back to reality. Stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you, there was a stalling moment where the walls seemed to close around you. Strangling. Suffocation. The fears of your past squeezing closer.

“No”, you chastise yourself in a whisper barely audible as you take a single sweeping step towards the sink, running the cold water to splash it on your face. “Enzo is dead. Stop freaking out, you’re being ridiculous!”. Yes, you were having a conversation with yourself, but only because it was a coping mechanism before you completely lost your mind and had a panic attack.

“Get a hold of yourself!”, you continue the monologue whilst staring at your distressed reflection in the mirror. “You’re safe here in your home”. For some reason, your bottom lip began quivering with the rising emotions and the overwhelming urge to cry. Giving your body a thorough head-to-body shake and angrily wiping away the traitorous tears dripping down your cheeks, you also gave yourself stern talking.

“Either you get yourself together, or you embarrass yourself and wake up Steve and Bucky”. You wouldn’t, not when it was something as irrational as being frightened that your definitely deceased deranged brother would somehow return from the dead to steal you to a life of misery. You couldn’t stomach waking them from their slumber to see the sad puppy eyes they would give you as they told you all the things you already knew. You were safe with them; they’d never let anything bad happen.

Filling your lungs with air, you blew out a long, slow breath until your lungs were completely empty. “Right. One search of the house and back to bed”, you decided, needing to check the surroundings with the hopes it would ease your battle with anxiety and insomnia.

Upon leaving the ensuite bathroom, you were thankfully greeted by the sound of two distinctively soft snores from both men still lying together in bed. Tip-toeing past them and into the hallway, you made sure to keep the lights off with your eyes having adjusted to the darkness as you approached Steve’s office.

There were a few things that you needed from this room. Firstly, to check the security camera feeds from his laptop, showing every angle possible surrounding the house and inside the many rooms of the luxury property. The baseball bat was also hiding beneath the desk. It was one of many weapons stashed throughout your home, carefully placed by both Bucky and his bodyguard Natasha and even though a gun would be a swifter finale for any intruder, there were still more consequences if you were to shoot the firearm accidentally and hit the wrong target whereas, with a bat, you could still keep someone at arm's length and also not fatally wound a friend if they came knocking at the door.

Clutching the smooth bat in both of your trembling hands, you watched the screen, flicking between rooms and areas of the exterior of your home, not spotting a single leaf out of place. In fact, the only emotion that seemed to bloom through your chest was adoration as you stared at the bedroom video feed, noticing that Bucky was now the bigger spoon, wrapped thoroughly around Steve, whose hands were stretched out to your side of the bed, like in his unconscious state, he was still searching for you.

Guilt settled heavily in your stomach at the sight, and closed the laptop with a sigh. You knew this paranoia would fade by the time tomorrow came around. Still, it was completely illogical for you to react rationally today, so with a sigh that echoed around the office, you stood and began to search the property physically.

Holding the bat at arm's length, you peeked around corners first then swung before stepping out. You'd been trained to use all the weapons scattered throughout the house with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha, even with how to strike with a baseball bat effectively.

Every shift of shadows out of the corner of your eyes and every creak of the house naturally settling or knocking with the raging winds outside had your heart racing and senses going into full alert.

One check of the house turned into four full sweeps to ensure no one was there. It was also a slow and thorough check, so by the time you were stepping carefully through the kitchen, glancing out of the back window and into the dark abyss that was your back garden. The creak of footsteps echoed from upstairs; you’d become lost and disorientated on the search, and you had neglected to check the time.

05:03 am.

A sniffle and quiet cough followed the footsteps of the man who had decided to wake earlier than most. In a rush of adrenaline and the need to not be found with a baseball bat in hand like a crazy lady in the dark, you decided to hide the weapon in one of the kitchen cupboards and quickly pretended to be preparing coffee as the sleepy steps wandered down the carpeted stairs.

Placing two cups onto the kitchen counter, you almost held your breath in anticipation for the morning grumbly welcome by whoever had woken first. Steve and Bucky both like to be awake early, much to your usual pleas for them to stay in bed.

However, as the man walked into the kitchen, not a single word was shared as he stepped up close behind you, enveloping your body in a warm and metal arm, wrapping tightly around your waist and pulling you backwards until flush against a naked chest. Stubbled cheeks nuzzled into your neck as lips gently kissed the sensitive skin as you sighed, eyes closing and all tension diminishing into the floor at the feeling of finally being safe.

The two of you swayed on the spot, wrapped in the tight embrace, listening to the water in the coffee pot. One of your hand gripped onto the metal fingers, feeling the smooth material beginning to warm and match the temperature of your skin. The other hand lifted to rest on the back of his head, scratching his buzzed hair, earning a comforting moan from Bucky as he kissed your jaw.

“It’s a rare day when you’re awake before me”, Bucky whispers into the shell of your ear before kissing it. Goosebumps lined your body with the gruff tone of his early morning voice. He didn’t pester you any more about why you were awake at this time, but he did pinch the hem of your shirt. “Is it your plan to always wear my shirts so I must be topless?”

His words pulled a giggle from your lips, shaking your head as you poured the coffee into each cup. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”.

The two of you sat at the dining room table, coffee in one hand and in the other you held onto one another, admiring the night turn into the day with dawn breaking over the fences that lined the back garden. It was blissful and a welcomed distraction from the terrors beneath your surface.

Steve eventually joined, groaning about waking up alone as he kissed you, then Bucky on the back of the head. “Who knew the big grown mafia boss could be so needy?” Bucky quipped with a teasing smirk over the rip of his cup before taking another glug of the coffee.

“That’s a lot of sass for someone who will be going without any breakfast if he keeps it up”, Steve grumbles as he looks through the refrigerator to start preparing the three of you breakfast like he did on most mornings. Before Bucky could respond, Steve asked curiously, “Why is there a baseball bat in with the plates?”

Your eyes downcast to stare into your empty cup, shrugging your shoulders at the burning stares of your boyfriends. “I don’t know. Anyway, who wants a fresh coffee?”

Thankfully, nothing more was mentioned regarding the random appearance of the baseball bat as the three of you ate and prepared to head into the office. You were thankful for the distraction working in the gang gave you, especially on a stressful day like today. Although the paranoia and anxiety that had kept you awake still bubbled away beneath the surface.

On the car journey to work, even squished between Steve and Bucky in the back seats, their hands eagerly resting on the naked skin of your thighs, having pushed the dress up to have the contact. Even your bodyguard and best friend Sam, who was driving the vehicle, couldn’t ease the panic that came from every car horn that blared, the dangerously speeding vehicles that passed or just the erratic driving that was expected with other idiots on the road.

Every single disruption had you anticipating that the car you were in would be hit or stopped, and your brother would then arrive and drag you away. Of course, this didn’t happen, and as you came to work, another heavy sigh released from your body as you walked through the extensive security to get to the office.

New shipments of discreetly stolen goods had arrived, which was a welcome distraction for you, checking the quality and organising where and to whom it would be sold. This only lasted for an hour before the coldness began to creep in, and you made excuses to return to Steve and Bucky back in the office.

“You know you can talk to us, right?” Bucky reminds you carefully whilst pulling your chair closer to his. You couldn’t meet his intense stare as you shifted your body under his awaiting arm so you were cuddled close to his side.

“Yep”, you respond casually, leaning into his warmth.

Bucky’s face lowered to your ear as he stroked his fingers down your arm. “And you also know you’re safe with me. With Steve. In this building or home. I’d do anything to keep you safe, Doll”.

You smile politely at him, trying to ignore the guilt that, for some reason, passed over you as you reached to take his hand that was draped over your shoulders. “I know”.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Bbcky checking his phone for the 15th time in an hour. Not that you’d been counting.

Finally, he seemed to receive the notification he’d been waiting for as he suddenly sprung up from his seat, pulling his leather jacket swiftly.

A frown settled over your features as you sat forward, “where are you going?”

Bucky glanced towards Steve first before addressing your question. “I’ve just got some errands to run, nothing special. I won’t be long, Sweetheart”.

He was leaving you. On a day when you needed him most so that you felt safe, he for some reason had to go.

You stood abruptly, pushing back your chair and taking urgent steps towards him whilst nervously playing with your fingers. “You’re going to leave me on my own!”

“Who am I? The milkman?” Sam joked from where he was standing near the door, and you instantly regretted the words, having not meant them that way. What’s worse is that Steve muttered something under his breath from his desk and now you were riddled with more guilt as Bucky’s sad eyes turned to you, his hands resting heavily on your shoulders.

“I won’t be long, and maybe you’ll get a surprise later.” He tried to bring a smile to your lips, but it was worthless as you were caught between staring at Sam and Steve, trying to find the words to apologise. Bucky breathed heavily through his nose at seeing you distraught, but then his phone pinged again, so with one last kiss to your temple, he made his way to the exit.

Turning to Sam whilst awkwardly rubbing your cheek to ease the burning of embarrassment under your skin, you attempted to apologise, but Steve cut off your sentence. “I’m sorr-”.

“Baby, come here”.

Turning towards the comforting voice, you saw that Steve’s full attention was now on you. He’d moved his seat away from his desk and opened his arm, a clear sign for you to approach, which you did with rushed steps before climbing into his warm, sturdy lap. Your knees rested on either side of his thighs as your fingers caded through the curling blonde hair at the nape of his neck which you were quick to bury your face into, breathing in his calming cologne.

“I’m sorry about the comment; I didn’t mean it like that. I know I’m not alone. My head is just all over the place and-”.

“Shh, I know, baby, you don’t need to explain yourself. I know you’d rather us both be around for you today”. There it was. The one small mention and reference made by someone else that this was a day that you hated. It’s not that it needed to be spoken about as it had been clear that both of your boyfriends had been trying their hardest to be there for you today by being at your side as much as possible, constantly checking in with your emotions and making sure you ate and drank enough.

But Steve saying it out loud seemed to make it all the more real, so as you clung to him with more desperation, his arms did just the same until it felt as if there wasn’t a single part of you that wasn’t currently being touched by his giant frame.

“I love you, Steve, so much”, you plead to him in a tired daze, finally feeling somewhat safe now that you were crowded into his body.

“I’d do anything for you, baby girl, you know that. I love you too. Try and get some sleep; it’ll make the day go faster”.

You wanted to and knew you could if you’d let your eyes drop close, but something still wasn’t sitting right like an itch that needed to be scratched.

“Could I please make one request… sir?” you say, nerves beginning to flicker through your chest at the intimacy of the request, already starting to switch into the role of the submissive mind, especially after the fragile state you’d been in all day.

Steve seemed to straighten his posture at using the name, and his lips kissed the top of your head a few times before he responded, “Anything”.

Lifting your head away from his neck and gazing into the endlessly intense blue eyes that always looked so kindly down at you, you asked, “Please can we touch everywhere? I just want to sit and be close”.

Steve tried not to smile at the innocence and the way you couldn’t even say the words, ‘Please can I cock warm you?’ which he knew was what you were asking. Reaching between your bodies, he began to undo his belt and zipper, “You know you don’t need to ask, Sweetheart. I want you to feel comfortable”.

You could never explain to someone why you loved the thought of cock warming so much. It seemed to settle both your nerves and put you into a relaxing state. Not at all times, though. Half the time, it would just turn you into a horny, wet mess that ended with you riding the cock until at least three orgasms. But other times, such as now, you just needed to be stretched and feel as close to Steve as possible.

Lifting higher onto your knees, you moved aside your underwear and lifted the front of your dress as you manoeuvred yourself to accommodate the toe-curling length that was Steve Rogers. Through your groaning sigh, you couldn’t hear Steve’s matching noise as he made sure you were comfortable with a steading arm around your hips before shuffling his seat closer to the desk and continuing with his work and talking to Sam about an email he’d just received.

You were asleep before hearing the end of the email being read out. Your head is resting on his shoulder, hands loosely holding onto the material of his crisp navy blue shirt. You were warm, full and safe.

Hours later, as the sun began to set and the day passed, you were still drowsy, much more relaxed than you had been in the morning. You’d wake up to Steve packing his belongings and Sam saying he’d warm the car for you and Steve.

As you gathered your disorientated thoughts and tried to sit up, you noticed that Steve was very much still thoroughly hard inside of your soaked cunt. Silently, you thanked whatever super serum had been injected into him during his time in the army. You clenched at the realisation, and Steve hummed in contentment at realising you were waking up.

“Let’s get you home. Bucky’s waiting there for us”,  Steve informed quietly whilst cupping your cheek tenderly.

With the position you’d been sitting in, your legs were sore and tense, but Steve was more than happy to carry you down, even with his cock still inside. However, with the movements of his steps, it caused his length to ease in and out of your already sensitive cunt that by the time you’d made it to the car, you were clinging desperately to his shoulders as an orgasm rushed through you, pulsing between your legs.

Steve’s knees nearly buckled as he rested your frame against the side of the car, his face dropping to your neck as he breathed you in deeply. Your cunt continued to clench around his cock until he, too, joined you in euphoria with a deep grunt and a snap of his hips; warmth flooded your hole and began dripping out and onto the floor. Neither of you or his employees batted an eyelid as both of you came. 

Once in the car, you were so distracted with cleaning each other up that the idiots in other vehicles that had panicked you on the way in, didn’t remotely phase you.

Wishing Sam a good night, you and Steve walked up to your front door, hand in hand. Steve opened the front door for you, letting you walk into the living room first, where you abruptly stopped, causing the blonde to nearly knock into you.

“I promise I tried to stop him, but he’s a feral little beast!” Bucky exclaimed from where he sat on the floor, surrounded by something that could only be described as chaos.

It seemed all of the decorative pillows had been utterly destroyed as the contents of the fluff covered all of the surfaces. Not only this, but there were half-eaten shoes, and the corners of the couches and coffee table seemed to have tiny bite marks gnawed into them.

“Bucky?! What did you do?” You couldn’t even comprehend where the mess began and ended as you looked at your dishevelled boyfriend sitting on the floor. Well, he was more lying down, reaching beneath one of the couches as he began to sit up and plastered a wide, toothy grin towards you.

“Surprise!” Bucky shouts with exhausted joy as Steve sighs with a shaky laugh from behind you.

“Surprise? What kind of a surprise is my home being destroyed?” you say, gobsmacked, staring longingly at your favourite cushions ripped to shreds.

As Bucky opened his mouth to explain, a tiny yap sounded from beneath the furniture where he’d just been reaching, and suddenly, a bundle of black fur was pounding for your ankles. It took you a second to drop to your knees and gasp, reaching for the puppy.

“Careful! His teeth are viscous”, Bucky warns, trying to reach forward to grab the animal, but you beat him to it and pull the pup into your lap.

“Oh my god, look at you! Aren’t you just the most beautiful little thing! Was it you that destroyed my lovely cushions? It was, wasn’t it? That’s okay. I forgive you. I’ll forgive you for everything. You're just so damn cute!” you couldn’t help but talk in a childishly high voice as you spoke to the adorable little puppy.

Thankfully, he didn’t bite you with his tiny sharp teeth and instead rolled onto his back on your legs, his paws resting in the air as he waited for a belly rub you happily gave him with carefully placed head kisses.

“You didn’t tell me you were getting a new guard dog! And what happened to the rule of not letting them into the house?” you asked Bucky as you continued to pet the pup.

Steve squatted down next to you, reaching to stroke the puppy behind his ears but then quickly retreating as the tiny sharp teeth nearly nipped his fingers. “He’s not going to be a guard dog; he’s going to be your dog”.

Your head spun with how fast you looked between your boyfriends as you screamed, “What?!”

“Yep! He’s all yours. He’s a Rottweiler and is eight weeks old. They’re known to be a protective breed and great guard dogs, so we will have him properly trained a couple of times a week for this, but we also want him to be yours”. As Bucky explained he knelt closer which earned the attention of your new puppy who watched him closely but continued to lick your fingers in between as you scratched the top of his head.

Steve rested a firm hand on your lower back as he continued, “We know how difficult today is, even with our reassurance that you are safe from Enzo”. Even just hearing his name, your whole body tightens and locks, almost forgetting to breathe until a certain puppy begins to wiggle and try and jump up your body to attempt to lick your face, having noticed the change in demeanour. “We wanted there to be someone around for you all the time, just with the chance that you could still feel safe if Bucky or I weren’t by your side. So, we are hoping this little rascal will be able to do this”, Steve says playfully, stroking along the puppy's back but quickly withdrawing when he nearly nipped again.

“Thank you. Both of you. I don’t even know where to begin with telling you how amazing this gift is”, you say brightly, glancing between the two men you loved most in the world.

“Don’t thank us; it’s the least we could do”, Steve mutters whilst leaning in to kiss your cheek and then standing up, beginning to grab handfuls of fluff from all the surfaces with an attempt at cleaning up the mess.

“I just want you to be happy”, Bucky whispers whilst kissing your other cheek, but then his gaze moves to the puppy, and a line forms between his brows as he frowns. “There will be some ground rules, though. No dog on the couch or in bed. We need boundaries”.

You nod your head in understanding but lean closer to whisper to the pup loud enough that Steve and Bucky could still hear. “Don’t listen to the grumpy old man. You can stay wherever you’d like!”

Bucky sighs whilst rolling his eyes and begins to help Steve with cleaning.

The three of you were sat in front of the TV watching a late-night film. The four of you were sitting on the couch as the puppy was resting in your lap, exhausted from all the playing you’d been doing and now resting as you tried to think of a name for the little guy.

“What about Winchester? That’s a good dog name, right?” you ask the boys, but mostly the dog, hoping he would react to one of the suggestions, but he hasn’t succeeded so far. You pondered some more whilst petting his little black ears. “Oh, what about Sargeant?! No… what about Rogers? No…”. You gave up trying to think of a name off the top of your head and began to scroll for suggestions online.

“Max? Brutus? Thor? Um, nope, these aren’t good. Chase? Ari? Bullet? Dodger? Bli-” Your suggestions stop as the puppy’s head tilts to look at you, seeming more awake. “What is it? Is it one of the names? Ari?” No response, “Bullet?” still no response. “Dodger?” his precious little tail began to wag as he yapped.

“Dodger? You like that name?” he barked again, attempting to climb higher up your body to lick your face as you laughed fondly.

“Dodger it is”, Steve announced from your side with a smile.

[spidervee]

in which jake is your roommate and ruins all your dates. accidentally. accidentally, right?🌻 18+ only!

Jake Seresin isn’t an ideal roommate. He sings in the shower at 5 a.m., he can’t load a dishwasher to save his life—seriously, who puts mugs on the bottom—and he has a habit of walking around shirtless that is beginning to interfere with your love life.

Of course, he’s got a lot of good qualities. He’s a surprisingly good cook, with a recipe for chicken and dumplings you’re pretty sure is the best thing you’ve ever eaten. He’s also got that Navy-mandated tidiness, so the apartment you share is always vacuumed and dusted. And he has a habit of walking around shirtless, which, as appealing as it is for your eyes, is…

Yepp. Starting to mess with your love life.

Because guys see Jake making a smoothie in the kitchen or getting back from a run or literally doing anything and decide they have to have some stupid pissing contest with your roommate, who remains, you think, entirely oblivious to how threatened he makes the men you bring home. Because why would he see them as a threat, right? He’s so far out of your league that your dates have nothing to worry about. Jake Seresin could pull any girl he ever wanted so why would he want you?

You’re almost grateful he’s deployed—despite your usual worry for his safety—when you bring a new guy home from the bar. No Jake means no weird energy and maybe a chance to actually let a relationship get off its feet.

Until he comes out of the bathroom and you’re smiling at your phone because Jake sent you a text, a photo of the two of you at the beach from last year. One of those iPhone memories that apparently made him think of you.

This came up on my phone yesterday. Miss you, sweetheart. Don’t burn the place down. Oh and I’m safe in case you couldn’t tell.

Your date isn’t thrilled to see the photo, even though he asks to. Tells you it looks like you’re a couple—as if—and that Jake seems really comfortable touching you—he’s just a touchy person.

The night ends with some mediocre sex and, despite his words to the otherwise, your date never calls you back.

You try not to blame Jake, but it’s hard not to see him as the root of all your woes in love. And if you’re not mad at him, you’ll have to analyze why he’s accidentally ruining every date you’re on and maybe you’ll have to admit that it’s because none of these guys actually measure up to Jake.

You’d have to have the startling realization that you are hopelessly in love with your roommate.

So when Jake comes back a few weeks later maybe you’re cold. Maybe you’re quiet. Maybe you’re keeping to yourself and maybe you tell him to fuck off when he keeps asking what he did wrong.

You move to storm out of the apartment and it’s all very dramatic, but Jake stops you with a hand grasped firmly around your wrist. It’s not rough, but determined, and he pulls you gently closer to him, his green eyes burning with confusion under furrowed brows.

“What was that?” His skin is sun-kissed and he can’t tell you where he was deployed but you know it was somewhere warm from the way the few freckles that dot his nose are more prominent than usual.

“Fuck. Off.”

Jake blinks, undeterred. And then he stares at you, gaze so focused you feel like you’re a target in one of his stupid training exercises. You want to shy away, but when his other hand comes up to wipe away the tears you hadn’t realized we’re gathering in your eyes it all comes out. All your weird and messy feelings that will certainly ruin everything and make it so you need to find another place to live.

But when you’re done talking, Jake just frowns. He pulls you impossibly closer and rests his chin atop your head. “I’m sorry, sweets,” he mutters, “But I’m glad I scared those guys off.” He doesn’t add that he was totally doing it on purpose as often as he could—things are still too fragile for that. One day he’ll tell you. And on that day, he’ll receive a face full of chocolate cake as punishment.

But for today, he just lets you sniffle in his arms, holds you close as you put a wet spot down the front of his t-shirt. “They’re not good enough for you,” he continues, “I just helped them realize that sooner rather than later.”

“Jake,” you complain, “You can’t keep doing that. I need…I want to find someone.”

His frown deepens and he places his hands on your waist, tapping your hips lightly to warn you that he’s going to pick you up. Carrying you into your bedroom, he sighs. “Fine. I’ll stop, if you give this guy I know a shot.”

“I’m listening.”

“He’s Navy,” Jake continues, “And he’s got a killer body.”

“Definitely listening,” you laugh, but try to ignore the pang of hurt that is Jake setting you up with one of his friends.

Jake rolls his eyes and takes a spot beside you on your bed. “He’s a great pilot, some say the best. And he’s a gentleman, Texas-raised so he knows his way around a kitchen.”

Oh. Oh.

“Jake…”

He holds up a hand, not willing to be interrupted. “And he’s shit at loading the dishwasher, sweets, but I know he’d be willing to learn.”

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Tinder robberies have men in Brazil on high alert

After a spate of violent crimes, men are questioning if their dating app matches seem a bit too eager.

João Eleutério da Silva, a 51-year-old man from São Paulo, has changed his dating habits on Tinder over the past year and a half. He’s afraid of becoming another victim of the recent spate of kidnappings, money transfer scams, and even homicides — all of which start by luring men like him on dating apps. So, when his Tinder match, a woman decades younger than him, showed intense interest but refused to meet in public, he became suspicious. “The offer [of company] was too easy,” da Silva told Rest of World. “I didn’t feel safe and ended up not following up with the conversation.”

His behavior is not unwarranted: Police statistics show that nine out of 10 kidnappings in São Paulo in the past year have occurred after a date was arranged through Tinder and similar apps. According to Eduardo Bernardo Pereira, a police officer from the São Paulo anti-kidnapping division, men like da Silva — ranging from 30 to 65 years old — are the main targets. The fear over what have become known as “Tinder robberies” has left thousands of Brazilians on dating apps to devise their own safety measures. Rest of World spoke to three current users of dating apps, all of whom confirmed that their behavior on these apps had changed drastically in recent months. They now rigorously verify their date’s identity on other social media platforms and insist on meeting in public places, cutting conversations short when they don’t feel safe.

“I get suspicious … when women that are much younger than me and wearing very little clothing in the photos make forward propositions,” said da Silva. “If I am 51 and she is 23, how can I not think I am being catfished for a possible robbery?”

The rise in scams has coincided with the widespread adoption of two forms of technology: dating apps and mobile payment. A combination of recent factors has made men particularly vulnerable to this form of scam in Brazil. Criminals use fake dating app profiles to lure unsuspecting targets to a private place with ease, and then take their money using PIX — an instant QR payment method used by 67% of Brazilians. Criminals have found they can use PIX to extract large quantities of cash from the victims they scam using apps like Tinder.

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Common Misconceptions About Domestic Assault Cases in Maine

Domestic assault cases are complex, and widespread misconceptions often cloud public understanding. This article addresses and clarifies some common misunderstandings about domestic assault laws and proceedings in Maine, offering clear insights from the perspective of domestic violence attorneys and domestic assault lawyers. By correcting these myths, we aim to provide a better understanding of how these cases are handled legally in Maine.

1. Misconception: Domestic Assault Only Involves Physical Violence

Clarifying the Scope of Domestic Assault

A prevalent myth is that domestic assault strictly involves physical harm. In Maine, domestic assault encompasses much more, including threats, emotional abuse, and economic deprivation. Legal definitions are broad and recognize that damage can be psychological and physical. Domestic violence attorneys emphasize that any form of control or harm to a partner can be grounds for legal action.

2. Misconception: Charges are Automatically Dropped if the Victim Does Not Testify

Understanding Legal Proceedings

Many believe that without the victim's testimony, domestic assault charges will be dropped in Maine. However, the decision to prosecute does not solely rest on the victim's willingness to testify. Prosecutors can use other forms of evidence, such as medical reports, witness testimonies, and documented communications. Therefore, cases can proceed even if the victim chooses not to testify.

3. Misconception: Domestic Assault is Only a Private Matter

The Role of Law Enforcement

The idea that domestic assault is a private issue and not a matter for the legal system is dangerously misleading. In Maine, domestic assault is a criminal offence and, thus, a matter of public concern. Law enforcement takes accusations seriously, and domestic assault lawyers advocate for recognizing these cases as significant legal issues that warrant public and legal scrutiny.

4. Misconception: Men are Rarely Victims of Domestic Assault

Gender Neutrality in Domestic Assault Cases

There's a persistent stereotype that men are rarely victims of domestic assault. In reality, domestic violence can affect anyone, regardless of gender. Maine's laws are gender-neutral, recognizing men, women, and individuals of all gender identities as potential victims. Domestic violence attorneys in Maine are equipped to support any victim, stressing the importance of support and legal protection for all.

5. Misconception: Getting a Restraining Order is Quick and Provides Immediate Protection

The Process of Obtaining a Restraining Order

While restraining orders are a critical tool for protection, obtaining one takes more time than some might think. The process involves filing a petition, a court review, and a hearing date, which can take time. Although temporary orders can be issued rapidly, permanent orders require a court hearing. Domestic assault lawyers stress the importance of understanding this timeline for effective planning and protection.

6. Misconception: Once Charged, the Perpetrator Will Immediately Go to Jail

Pre-Trial Rights and Procedures

Another common misconception is that individuals charged with domestic assault in Maine are immediately incarcerated. After an arrest, the accused may be released on bail and remain free until convicted unless deemed a significant flight risk or threat. This aspect is crucial for all parties to understand, as it influences the legal strategy and personal safety measures.

By dispelling these myths, we hope to provide clarity on how domestic assault cases are handled in Maine. Whether you are seeking help or just information, understanding the actual dynamics of domestic assault laws, with the aid of qualified domestic violence attorneys, can empower individuals to navigate these challenging situations more effectively.

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The Reality Behind Consent - A Study of How Affirmative Consent Discourses Treat the Topic with an Unrealistic Approach 

Introduction

The word “consent”, on which the present article is centred, allows several interpretations. In its literal sense, the word is defined as the action of “agree to do something” or as a “permission for someone to do something” (Cambridge Learner’s Dictionary 2023). The meaning may seem simple at first glance; however, “consent” has a complex meaning, and it is the main topic of several discussions among scholars, especially when it is analysed in sexual encounters. Hall (1998, p.6) defined it as a “voluntary approval  of  what  is  done  or  proposed  by  another”; Hickman and Muehlenhard (1999, p.3) considered sexual consent as the “free verbal  or  nonverbal  communication  of  a  feeling  of  willingness”, and Beres (2007, p.98) defended “a version of  consent  defined  as  being  ‘freely given'", which focuses on  women’s  and  men’s  willingness to engage in sexual relations and disconsiders the ideas of “valid” or “invalid” consent. 

Around the discussions regarding consent and sexual violence, especially among university students, the concept of “affirmative consent” appears as a trend to be considered in law, policy and educational efforts. The model requires sexual consent to be a positive indication that people want to engage in sexual activities, instead of considering the absence of resistance or refusal (Beres and MacDonald, 2015). Following the same logic, California passed the Senate Bill 967 - Student safety: Sexual assault, which was labeled as the Affirmative Consent Bill in 2014. Beyond requiring “affirmative, conscious, and voluntary agreement to engage in sexual activity” (De León et al., 2014, p. 1), it describes affirmative consent as a joint decision, stating: “it is the responsibility of each person involved in the sexual activity to ensure that he or she has the affirmative consent of the other or others to engage in the sexual activity” (De León et al., 2014, p. 1). The law also establishes that affirmative consent can be revoked at any time and cannot be assumed based on a dating relationship between the people involved, or on past sexual relations between them. With the aim of analysing “affirmative consent” measures / discourses and their techniques, the present article will focus on three well-known campaigns: “Consent is Sexy”, a mantra designed to highlight the pleasurable benefits of affirmative consent (Nash, 2019, p.200); the video “Tea and Consent” released by the Thames Valley Police in England in 2015, which claims that consent is “simple as tea” and “Sex Signals”, a program that presents skits focused on gender roles. 

Contemporary campaigns related to affirmative consent discourses use it as a sexual regulation strategy to prevent sexual violence. Despite the effort to address the importance of agreement and permission, these campaigns result in a negative example of sexual regulation when sexual encounters are presented in an unrealistic way and when social factors are disconsidered. The issue is analysed by this article in three topics: consent defined as an enthusiastic “yes”, which leads to the definition of sex in the categories awesome or rape (Fischel, 2019); the concept of consent addressed as a simple matter that does not take into account gender norms and gendered power dynamics (MacKinnon 2006; Nash, 2019), and the mistaken premises that consent can ensure women’s freedom and equality (Beres and MacDonald, 2015) emphasizing what Gill (2007, 2008) describes as “postfeminist sensibility”, a concept that blends feminist and anti-feminist elements. The importance of dealing with this research topic in light of the existing theoretical foundations lies in the need to analyse consent issues, taking into account the complexities related to it, avoiding negative consequences that may be caused when the topic is simplified, such as young people feeling assaulted when sexual experiences are not satisfactory (Fischel, 2009), the invisibility of all cases where sex is consented but unwanted, a fact surrounded by gender and social norms (MacKinnon, 2006), and young women feeling blamed because they were unable to protect themselves from cases of sexual violence (Brady and Lowe, 2020).

Sex divided in the categories awesome and rape 

Campaigns in several universities around affirmative consent are an important part of the intitutions’ effort to ensure ethical and legal sexual relations involving students. Many times, a key point promoted by these campaigns is the assertion that affirmative consent is a way to engage in legal sex and also a way to enhance pleasure; the topic is well-exemplified by the “Consent is Sexy'' campaign circulating in college campuses in the United States through posters, buttons, and shirts. According to Nash (2019, p.200), in this context, “affirmative consent is rebranded from a regulatory regime that distinguishes legal and illegal sex to a pleasure-maximization strategy.” It is important to notice that in the United States, the campaigns related to affirmative consent in universities emerged from the bases of Title IX, the most commonly used name for a civil rights law enacted in 1972, which states that “no person in the United States shall, on the basis of sex, be excluded from participation in, be denied the benefits of, or be subjected to discrimination under any education program or activity receiving federal financial assistance.” The law bans sex discrimination in education which includes sexual harassment and rape; The Department of Education’s Office of Civil Rights (OCR) require colleges to have prevention and investigatory responsibilities when cases of sexual violence are reported. In case of failure, they may be investigated with the risk of losing federal financial assistance, while facing the critical gaze of both media and social activists. Currently, 357 cases of sexual violence are under investigation at elementary-secondary and post-secondary schools in the country (U.S Department of Education, 2023). The high number of cases reflect the alarming situation present in the institutions which boosts their efforts to defend legal sexual relations envolving students.

Despite of addressing the importance of sexual permission, campaigns related to affirmative may attribute other significances to the word “consent” leading to a simplistic interpretation of sexual relations. Fischel (2019, p.4) argues that a key problem of consent in sex politics is related to “a ridiculous definition of consent as enthusiastic, imaginative, creative yes-saying”, and also highlights the fact that bad sex, even if consensual, can be unwanted, unpleasant, and painful - an issue that is not addressed by consent. The author argues that “[conconsent-as-enthusiasm paradigm] divides sex into the categories awesome and rape and leaves unaccounted and unaddressed all the immiserating sex too many people, typically women, endure” (Fischel, 2019, p.4). By relating content to a “enthusiastic” permission, campaigns regarding affirmative consent leave behind cases of consensual sex without pleasure, which can be practised in many contexts, such as by people who are willing to experience sex in ways that might be painful or uncomfortable, and even by the ones who are having sex for the first time. Thus, affirmative consent discourses can attribute different meanings to consent and address sex relations in an unrealistic way.

The practice of dividing consensual sex as good sex and bad sex as rape, present in affirmative consent discourses, can also lead to serious consequences (even legal ones), if people consider all bad sexual experiences as sexual assault, and generalise the idea of consent. Fischel (2019) indicates worries related to the premise that the more consent is equated with enthusiasm and pleasure, the more students will feel sexually assaulted when sexual experiences do not go well. The author argues that the effort to deal seriously with sex without pleasure will have a disastrous effect if all unpleasant (but agreed) sex is considered sexual assault since consent were made more than it should be. Following the argument, professors Gersen and Suk (2016) criticize the “bureaucratic tendency” of merging sexual violence with ordinary sex, which, in their opinion, trivializes the serious problem of sexual assault, concluding that “the sex bureaucracy regulates ordinary sex, to the detriment of actually addressing sexual violence, and unfortunately erodes the legitimacy of efforts to fight sexual violence” (Gersen and Suk, 2016, p.946). Considering the presented arguments, consequences regarding the simplistic way that sexual relations are addressed by affirmative consent discourses are legitimate and need to be revised and transformed in order to avoid negative consequences. However, it is important to emphasize that unwanted sexual relations can happen even if consented, especially in situations where gender norms and inequalities are present (West, 2002; MacKinnon, 2006). Thus, cases of alleged sexual violence must be treated seriously and its specificities taken into account.

Beyond the practices for consent, scholars advocate for a better way to politicise sex. Fischel (2019) suggests the analysis of why people are consenting to unwanted sex and how the society can make sex better, while exposing the option of facilitating access to sexual information and health resources, as well as interrogating gender norms, rather than prioritising “best practices for consent”. In an article published in “The Washington Post”, the author Christine Emba advocates for a “new ethic” based on mutual concern that takes into account power differences regarding age, gender, experience, intoxication level, and expectations of commitment in sexual relations, concluding that “it is a much higher standard than consent. But consent was always the floor — it never should have been the ceiling” (The Washington Post, 2022). On the issue regarding prevention, Brady and Lowe (2020) affirm that a lack of understanding of the complexities of young women's sexual relationships is unhelpful when the aim is to reduce levels of violence. The scholars emphasise that simplistic understandings that overlook gendered power dynamics may, instead, reinforce women’s feeling of blame when they have been assaulted. On the same matter Kitzinger and Frith (1999) advocate that prevention programmes need to use empirical evidence of how refusals are expressed and understood, instead of idealising prescriptions that do not consider cultural conventions. After these considerations, it is important to point out that all the aspects addressed by the authors need to be considered in order to produce strategies and policies able to combat sexual violence in an effective way.

Consent taken as a simple matter

Campaigns regarding affirmative consent also address consent as something simple and many times explicitly related to the word “yes”, which once again represents sexual relations in a unrealistic way, leaving behind the fact that consent is permeated by social norms, social pressures, and gendered power dynamics. The issue is well exemplified by the video “Tea and Consent” released by the Thames Valley Police in England in 2015. By analogizing consent to drinking tea with consent in sexual relations, the video addresses an important message about permission with the following sentences: “if they say, ‘no, thank you', then don't make them tea at all”; “they did want tea, now they don't. (...)  It's OK for people to change their mind. And you are still not entitled to watch them drink it”, and “unconscious people don't want tea”. However, by stating that consent is “simple as tea,” the video fails once it does not take into account complexities of gender inequality and social norms present in sexual conduct. The failure is expressed by the sentence “whether it’s tea or sex, consent is everything.” However, considering the social context in which the issue is present, consent is far from being everything. As well as affirmative consent, it can be forced, intimidated, and manipulated (MacKinnon, 2006, cited in Fischel, 2019). In her critique of the affirmative consent discourse, MacKinnon (2006, p.465) asserts that “under unequal conditions, many women acquiesce in or tolerate sex they cannot as a practical matter avoid or evade.” With this same logic, Brady and Lowe (2020) affirm that simplistic understandings that overlook norms present in sexual relations may leave young women with the feeling of blame for being unable to protect themselves. They claim that, when assuming sexual consent as a simple matter, those who find it difficult are considered incapable to follow clear instructions. Therefore, “those who are unable to negotiate sexual consent unproblematically are thus positioned as at least partially responsible for their behavior” (Brady and Lowe, 2020, p.86). Beyond addressing sexual relations in an unrealistic way, when consent is considered as a simple matter, it also makes invisible the situations where sex is consented but unwanted. Therefore, in an attempt to simplify a complex matter, affirmative consent discourses leave important social issues (that must be addressed by social reforms) behind. 

As well as the video “Tea and Consent”, the popular sexual assault prevention program called “Sex Signals”, which is performed in several universities in the United States, is an example of an affirmative consent campaign that addresses consent as a simple matter. The program presents skits that combine theater, comedy and audience interaction, in order to implement sexual assault prevention. According to Catharsis Productions, the platform that offers the program, “it includes an intersectional lens to critique how stereotypes about sexuality and gender identity contribute to a culture that privileges some and objectifies others” (Catharsis Productions, 2023). The initiative succeeds in demonstrating that campus environment and interactions are marked by the complexity of ideas of gender roles and norms, but fails as well as the video “Tea and Consent”, when defending that these complex aspects can be simplified by affirmative consent. The issue is emphasised by Nash (2019, p.210) when the scholar asserts that “even as ‘Sex Signals’ insists on naming the tenacity of gender roles in shaping sexual encounters, it presumes that gender roles can be diffused simply through a mandate of receiving a ‘yes’— and that students can effectively be taught this in a thirty-minute skit.” Beyond simplifying social aspects, affirmative consent discourses also may be unrealistic regarding the use of verbal consent. Studies conducted by Hall (1998) and Jozkowski and Peterson (2014) show that college students are less likely to use verbal cues to express consent in sexual interactions than nonverbal cues, with no differences in frequency of usage by men and women. When considering relationship status, Jozkowski and Peterson (2014) and Humphreys (2007) found that, compared to single individuals, those in a relationship are less likely to use verbal cues to indicate sexual consent, which indicates that the more intimate the relationship, the less verbal cues of consent are used. Kitzinger and Frith (1999, p.310) claim that women find it difficult to just say “no” to sex because “saying immediate clear and direct 'no's (to anything) is not a normal conversational activity.” They suggest that, instead of saying “no”, women are acting in ways that normally are recognized as refusals in everyday life. According to the authors, the insistence of prevention strategies on the importance of saying “no” is counter-productive, since they are demanding women to engage in unreal conversations; furthermore, it allows rapists to claim that if the victim did not say no, then, she did not refuse to have sex. The discussion shows that verbal consent is not always part of traditional sexual interactions. Therefore, insisting in unrealistic approaches does not contribute to prevent sexual violence.

Does consent provide freedom and equality?

Affirmative consent discourses may present mistaken premises of freedom or equality when sexual interactions are simplified; such practice is flawed because it does not take into account important elements in societies, such as social and gender norms. Hence, the trouble with these notions becomes clear when the social contexts within which individuals engage in sex are finally considered (Beres and MacDonald, 2015). A woman might consent to sex she does not want because she fears her partner’s foul humour, or because she has been taught that it is her lot in life to do so. A particularly young woman or teenager may consent to unwanted sex because of social pressure, or because she does not want to hurt her partner`s pride (West, 2002); the use of verbal pressure or emotional manipulation can lead to sexual consent (Basile, 1999), and women also can engage in unwanted sex through the logic of an ‘economy of sex’, in which they exchange sexual relations for love or intimacy, elements considered essential for a relationship to be successful (Gravey, 2005). All these situations are examples of consensual sex but none of them have guaranteed women’s freedom or equality, which are complex concepts that can not be reached by a simplistic notion of consent, or unrealistic approaches of sexual relations. 

Burkett and Hamilton (2012) developed a research study with eight young women (all university students) aged between 18 and 24 during mid-2010 in which they also found that sexual encounters are influenced by gendered discourses and norms. The authors defend that the issue around sexual consent must take into account what Gill (2007, 2008) describes as “postfeminist sensibility”, a concept that blends feminist and anti-feminist elements. They emphasised that the participants reflected the character of “postfeminist sensibilities” once they showed perceptions of women’s rights to sexual agency, but vilified their own and other women’s inabilities to control sexual encounters. The authors also claim that, unlike many sexual violence prevention policies portrayals, women are not innately free individuals who can just say no. Instead, they suggest that women are able to view themselves as empowered but continue to reproduce heteronormative norms. The view is well-exemplified by a participant called Lisa. She advocates that women must refuse verbally to unwanted sex (just say no), but reveals that even when she changes her mind about engaging in a sexual relation, she continues it in order to not feel guilty and to satisfy her partner: “it’s not like I did it because I really didn’t want to it’s just that I did it because it would make the other person happy – a selfless act. They’ve never been forceful or scary or anything so I’ve never felt like there was nothing I couldn’t get out of if I actually wanted to” (Burkett and Hamilton, 2012, p.822). When analysing this report, it is possible to notice that Lisa claims she had a choice, despite the fact that she was not able to change her mind; moreover, she may not have noticed the contradiction in her words. The research shows as well that the participants strongly adhere to risk-avoidance discourses; however, based on their sexual experiences, they affirmed that verbal communication during sex is not considered normal; instead of it, sexual intentions are judged by physical demonstrations, and by what is felt “in the moment”. The finding is exemplified by the testimony of a participant called Holly: “I found it sort of easier when you both just sort of don’t say anything and just go with that sort of in the moment kind of thing ...I think it’s more physical and telling by their body language that they want to have sex” (Burkett and Hamilton, 2012, p.821). According to the authors, this incongruity about what is perceived and what is done is present in the contradictions of the postfeminist sensibility concept. They claim that “it assumes a compulsory sexual agency (i.e. women are free to control and choose their sexual relations), regardless of the persistence of gendered sexual pressures, which in turn reframes coercive sexual encounters as the result of a woman’s lack of assertiveness” (Burkett and Hamilton, 2012, p.821). The findings reinforce that consent issues are not simple and absolutely do not ensure women's freedom and equality. Opposite to this premise, it is opportune to quote MacKinnon (2007) and her assert that an emancipated world would be one in which women have sex only when they want it. 

Conclusion 

This essay has shown that, despite the effort to address the importance of agreement in sexual relations, affirmative consent campaigns are a negative example of sexual regulation since they address sexual encounters in unrealistic ways, and do not take into account important factors around consent issues, such as social norms and gendered power dynamics. Campaigns that insist on the use of verbal cues for consent may not be effective because they consider sexual interactions in ways they do not normally happen (Hall, 1998; Peterson, 2014; Jozkowski and Peterson, 2014; Humphreys, 2007, and Kitzinger and Frith, 1999). Moreover, affirmative consent discourses disregard all the cases in which consent was  forced, intimidated, or manipulated (MacKinnon, 2006).

To explain the main claim, the article considered the techniques and discourses used by affirmative consent strategies through three well-known campaigns: “Consent is Sexy”, which is very present in college campuses in the United States; the video “Tea and Consent”, a content released by the Thames Valley Police in England in 2015 that presents an analogy between consent and drinking tea, and the program “Sex Signals”, which promotes skits focused in gender roles that are performed in several universities in the United States. The article also analyses the three following aspects: the use of consent as a enthusiastic “yes” and the premise that defines sex as awesome or rape (Fischel, 2019); consent addressed as a simple matter, hence presented in a unrealistic way (MacKinnon 2006; Nash, 2019), and premises that consent ensures women’s freedom and equality (Beres and MacDonald, 2015). 

Considering the analysis on the proposed topic, the article concludes that consent is not a simple matter; instead, it has many interpretations and complexities that must be considered in order to avoid negative consequences propagated by affirmative consent discourses, such as the feeling of harassment when a sex experience is not good (Fischel, 2019), the invisibility of cases when sex is consented but unwanted (MacKinnon, 2006), and the practice that blames victims of sexual violence (Brady and Lowe, 2020). Furthermore, when consent is considered as a simple issue, such as in the campaigns analysed by the article, gender norms and inequalities are ignored, instead of being considered with the aim to create actions for social change that could contribute to comprehensive and realistic approaches to sexual relations, healthier relationships, female empowerment, and to a more equitable society. 

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childhood trauma stuff, reducing stigma and all that i guess

didn't want to put it in the tags of that last post bc op and such may not want to see that kind of stuff

but dang i did so much stuff online that was unhealthy and risky as a child in middle and high school. Teaching internet safety to kids is so important to me, I wouldn't want them to do the things I did.

But like, at least by 13 I was talking to adult men online and being very sexual with them. Mostly strangers, but one of them was this teacher I'd had at a computer camp that I started talking to online and had a crush on, and like, at 13 I had no understanding of why that was so inappropriate and damaging to me to be acting on that. I even convinced my mom to go to a store to meet up with him in person, while we were "dating."

My risky behaviors didn't just come out of nowhere. I couldn't manage to tell anyone about this next part until I was an adult, not even my therapist as a teenager-- I didn't think anyone would care, and I was too embarrassed, but not talking about it prevented me from getting help and it made me more vulnerable to being abused by others. Secrecy enables predators, and so the more we bring this uncomfortable stuff to light, the more we can protect each other from them.

But throughout pre-school, daily, I was sa'd by another child, and supposedly no one knew. One of the common symptoms from being sa'd is being hypersexual, but I don't think the adults around me knew that or if they did, didn't notice my behavior. I was also discouraged from talking about my body throughout life. Like, even when I was older and had a period for the first time, my mom just gave me the box of pads, asked if i knew how to use them (i lied and said yes because of the shame that'd been instilled) and that was it.

idk like, even with the metoo movement and the inches society is making toward de-stigmatizing victims talking about their own experiences, it's still hard to talk about it, which kinda means i should get more comfortable talking about it in a healthy way in order to reduce that shame.

Having worked through that trauma, I take all reasonable measures to protect my own kid from ever going through that while careful not to instill an anxiety in her about how she goes through life. Educating her so she knows about her own body and that she can talk about whatever, no topic being off-limits. Educating her about online safety as she starts to interact with people she doesn't know online in slightly less restricted environments. I make sure to check out the environments she'll be in-- my pre-school where I was assaulted had chaotic bathrooms, where there were a few stalls and teachers didn't supervise very well. So this boy was able to force me into a stall every day, and teachers either did not notice (like there were only 3 or 4 stalls, idk why) or didn't think it was a problem). Ugh, and my parents would leave me at his house or have him over on weekends, because they thought we were such good friends. So, when looking for schools, it was always an important thing that they had single person bathrooms where only one kid would be allowed in at a time. And I have to know adults well enough to be able to trust them to be alone with her.

It actually wasn't until I was choosing a pre-school for her that I told anyone what had happened to me. The family kept pressuring me to choose the same pre-school they'd sent me to, and I was like No, I am Not sending her there, imagine how guilty I'd feel sending her to the same place if the same thing that happened to me happened to her? No way. It hadn't even seemed that different, when I visited it again around that time.

Tbh, I don't blame the kid who harmed me; what he did was very likely a result of him having been assaulted, and passing that behavior on because he didn't know it was ok. Like, we were 4 or 5, I don't expect that level of understanding for a child that young. I do think the teachers I had were incredibly irresponsible and put that more on them, than anyone.

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Dating Apps Oversharing 35% of participants between the ages of 26 and 30 believe that it can be harmful to overshare on dating profiles. These people say that they don't put their social media handles and contact information on their dating profiles so that they can safely navigate the world of online dating. Some platforms have been the subject of sporadic incidents involving the misuse of personal information; Therefore, you should wait until you have a sufficient understanding of your match before sharing details about yourself. Meeting IRL 48% of daters from level 1 and 2 urban communities, the majority of them working experts, noticed that prior to meeting your match face to face, try to impart your schedule for the day to somewhere around two of your dearest companions or confided in relatives. These individuals say that they have met their matches in public places. They usually have a virtual first date and evaluate their match's personality as thoroughly as possible from behind a screen for additional security. Financial Talks Should Be Avoided According to the survey, 39% of men avoid matches where the conversation turns to financial matters. The app advises users to stay away from such individuals and not give in to their compelling requests for financial assistance. Additionally, the dating app advises its users to report such profiles to prevent others from going through the same ordeal. Use the App Messenger 37% of users over the age of 30 who found their ideal match through the app said they used the app messenger while they were establishing contact. You won't have to worry about a stranger having your phone number in this way because you won't know them well enough to share it voluntarily. These participants also mentioned that using the app to communicate with your match provides an additional layer of security because you can report any inappropriate or obscene language. Even though dating apps make every effort to keep their users safe, the majority of participants agreed that when it comes to dating app safety, it's just as important for users to exercise caution and vigilance when entering the virtual dating world. Also read: AI-focused reshuffles at SK Telecom (SKT) Read the full article

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At the same time, the design has a clear relation to love and the challenges involved, because the D and the P form the shape of a half-heart, which are linked together. Most of the major clubs are over a hundred years old, and this means they were founded at a time when instead of a modern logo, a team would have a badge that looked more like a family crest. It's one thing to spot the team strip from a mile away - but how well do you know the badge? נערות ליווי בצפון  The hammers on their badge hark back to their heritage as a team of working men. Merging with SeniorPeopleMeet, this free-to-browse dating site helps men and women over 50 meet potential dates or start their next short- or long-term relationship. Wigan Athletic is a relative newbie on our list, as it only dates back to 1932. They were in the lower divisions in the late 1900s but made it into the Premiere League for eight years in this century. Watching these first dates is by turns awkward, charming, and real.

Another problem with real life dating is a lack of time. If the two of you are specific, you'll know what went wrong and what, perhaps, either of you could do differently next time. Edit to add context: It was a 2 month dating and getting to know each other situation. Tinder, the dating app behemoth, is responsible for matching 30 percent of all engaged couples who met online, with OkCupid and Bumble rounding out the top three websites. They have a shocking five European Cups, three UEFA Cups, seven FA Cups and eight League Cups. Wolverhampton Wanders are known as the Wolves and have been around since 1877. They have four FA Cups and won the league three times. Blackburn Rovers F.C. got its start in 1875. They have six FA Cups and have been a formidable footballing force at times. They have also won the Welsh Cup eleven times.

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"My dear daughter, don't you ever believe a guy who promises to show you worldly treasures, especially if they're on a flying carpet! Don't run off with some guy who promises you the world," Jafar said, remembering his first daughter figure, Jasmine.

Jafar had always hated Aladdin for convincing Jasmine that he wanted to marry her. Sure, he desired to rule Agrabah, but it was only to cure the sandy country of its financial situation. While the Sultan's family partied, fucked, and lavished themselves in gold without care. The middle class is stuck selling produce and livestock. But worst of all was the widespread crime. Their only care was a good time and money.

"And most importantly, don't trust the boys who live in the Sultan's palace, for you will be trapped in a world of greed if you do," Jafar said shakily as a woman screamed outside. "Come on, Night Flower, let's watch a movie and eat dessert."

The only place that was safe in Agrabah was the Sultan's palace. The only time for it to be safe for everyone else was under the night. The only time when the thieves would sleep. 

As Night Flower grew up, the locals, with the help of Jafar, developed a night market as a safety measure. Fewer people would be out shopping during the daytime and could safely get their necessities and groceries at night. The night market was a success, and by the time Night Flower was 13, no locals shopped during the daytime unless they had an emergency. Jafar also had a safety measure for Night Flower. As a 14th birthday present, he bought her a baby white Bengal tiger to protect her from thieves that roam the rooftops in the afternoon. Night Flower named her Snowflake, and within a couple of months, she had gotten to the size of a large dog. When Night Flower turned 15, she wanted to go to the night market, and her father gave her his staff as a makeshift broomstick. Every night Night Flower would open her window and enjoy the night market's foods with her tiger and family.

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Although The White Queen, The Queen of Hearts' younger sister, took over Wonderland after her sister escaped royalty, Amorae always felt sorry that her sister had to take the throne so young as she did. But, she was happy being in her small village with her daughter. Elizabeth played in leftover dough and sneaked cookies and tarts whenever possible. When she turned 10, her Wonderland quirkiness kicked in, almost as a way of mocking her mother for fleeing by giving Elizabeth natural, faint, blood-red lips. At first, this frustrated her mother, but eventually, she learned there was nothing she could do. At age 12, the Hearts family had begun to feud with the Clovers, another family who ran a successful bakery. The two bakeries fiercely competed every day and held extreme holiday treats and sales, eventually dragging their kids into it.

Trey and Elizabeth saw it as friendly competition and hung out together as the years passed on. Trey and Elizabeth became friends, much to their family's discontent, and cooked together. On Elizabeth's 14th birthday, Trey gave her a candied rose petal and kissed her. They dated for a couple of months, 8 to be exact, and mutually broke up, agreeing to be friends afterward. About two weeks after that, rumors began to stir that The King of Hearts had found where The Queen of Hearts was and that he was coming to win her heart back. Elizabeth's dad, Thatcher, decided to close up shop early and wait until the rumors passed. They thought everything would be fine by morning, but someone even worse showed up, The White Queen. 

"Sister, is that you?" The White Queen asked, looking at Amorae.

"Hi, sis. It's been a while, hasn't it," Amorae shyly said to her sister, Raechelle. 

"Yeah, it's been a long time! It's been 14 fucking years! I thought you got eaten by the Jabberwocky!" Raechelle screamed, waking up Elizabeth. "Do you know how long Richard (The King of Hearts) has been looking for you?!" 

"Mom! Dad! Who's downstairs?" Elizabeth asked, walking down the stairs.

"You have a daughter with him? I thought you loved Richard?" Raechelle questioned, looking her sister dead in the eye. 

"Yes, I do have a daughter with Thatcher. Richard and I loved each other when we were 14. I'm 32 now. I'm not going to wait forever," Amorae responded, brewing a cup of coffee.

"You know what, never mind. I'm not waiting forever to see my sister and track you down again. Please move back home and give the citizens of Wonderland the rightful princess they deserve," Raechelle requested, looking at Elizabeth. "I'll personally pay for delivery services so you can continue your bakery. Please come back home, Amorae."

Trey ran outside and stopped Elizabeth as she was about to get into the royal carriage and called out to her.

"Elizabeth-Princess Hearts, I'd like it if you would hang out with a commoner like me. I'd also like to continue baking with you, if you would give me the chance," Trey stuttered, huffing and puffing.

"I'd love to, Clover boy!" Elizabeth yelled, jumping into the carriage and waving goodbye to Trey.

Elizabeth was a girl in the village doing alright. Then she became a princess overnight. Now she's gotta figure out how to do it royally right.

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Selene's skin shimmered like moonlight from the day she was born. Even when she was sad, nothing could make her lose her light. The Evil Queen raised her to have unshakable confidence, which eventually turned into her having sass and a tongue that spits venom and bites back. When Selene reached puberty, her 'bad bitch' energy started, and her peers began to love and fear her. At heart, she was a kind girl with a lot to share, but people really didn't give her a chance. For most of her childhood, when children wanted to play or be friends, their parents would scare them away from her. To prevent her from extreme loneliness, her dad, Romulus, got her a demon dog on her thirteenth birthday as a way for Regina to have company.

Not only that, but Regina had connected with the other six great villains and was able to give Selene seven new friends. The Great Seven's children hung out as a group, for they were all they had, which frightened the royals across Twisted Wonderland. So much so that by the time Selene was in middle school, she had to switch to actual human school with Merliah and her other friends in Malibu. When Selene got home, she gazed out the window to her mother's apple orchard. Eventually, at 14, she ventured through the Enchanted Forest that connects Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella, and many others. After five months, the forest's vines and thorns began to move at her will. She practiced spells and magic in the woods, and soon enough, she was becoming The Witch of the Enchanted Forest. A person who, for now, controlled the dark parts of the forest that people rarely venture through.

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Fae and Faerin, Maleficent's twin girls, are opposites. Fae wore pink and other bright colors, and Faerin wore black and alternative dark colors. But, the twins got along with each other and spoke secrets to each other that nobody else could understand. Maleficent taught them her secrets to magic, and the clouds above Maleficent's castle began to add in the colors pastel pink and black. The shift in colors alerted some of Maleficent's loyal soldiers to a new presence, and they showed up to investigate. A man with long black hair appeared at Maleficent's door, looking for his former mistress. The door opened with no one in sight, and the black-haired man came upon a nursery. He picked up Faerin and looked at her sleeping state.

"What are you doing with my baby, Lilia?" Maleficent questioned, crossing her arms.

"My evil mistress, you've returned! I thought you were surely dead! I must alert the others! We've been waiting for so long!" Lilia exclaimed, giving Faerin to her mother. "What's next? Do we finish off Aurora and Prince Phillip?!"

"Lilia, we're not doing anything. I've married and have two daughters. I'm not the Mistress of Evil anymore. Tell the others from my dark army to go home," Maleficent said, gently rocking Faerin. "I'm sorry."

"What? No, no, no. We can't go home! We have devoted our lives to your service and instilled loyalty to you in every part of our lives! We can't just go home! We'll be nothing without you!" Lilia cried, panicking at the thought of finding another thing to occupy himself for the next 100 years.

"You'll find something to do. How about you go into the canyons within the Enchanted Forest and find something to do there? They're my people, and I'm sure they'll find something for you to do. Especially considering the Queen and King have a one-year-old boy," Maleficent said, putting Faerin back in the crib. "You can visit me anytime."

A tear dropped from Lilia's cheeks, and he flew out the nursery's window. He walked through the Enchanted Forest, trudging through the brush until he heard a baby crying. Underneath a tree, a baby boy with Silver hair and blue eyes was in a basket. Lilia's eyes widened, and his mouth turned into a grin.

"Maleficent was right. I did find something to do," Lilia said, picking the baby boy out of the basket and carrying him.

When Fae turned 12, she helped her mother clear the clouds around the dark castle. Too many people had run away in fear and left their belongings. Fae put her hands out and touched the clouds hanging around the top of the castle. The clouds turned pink and formed a halo around the castle's highest point. Then she pressed the trees, and life returned to the grass and trees on the mountain. With people not afraid to come around more, visitors were more receptive to crossing the Forbidden Mountains. Some even began to notice the pink haired-half fairy and her sister. 

Malleus Draconia was one of those people. He first met her when Lilia brought him over when he visited Maleficent. He was amazed that someone so bright and cheerful was able to be the daughter of the Mistress of Evil. Yet that same brightness made him attracted to her. 

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Scarletta remembered a few things about her mother and father. One of them is that all animals are equal. No animal is more equal than the other. She took this moral with her when she went to her cousin's palace at nine-years-old. The Kingscholars kept her out of sight, heard but not seen. Few people knew of her existence in the Kingscholar palace to the point she lived like a living ghost. She watched parties and festivals but was never at them. She silently ate dinners in another room while watching everyone else eat in the dining room. Leona and Cheka occasionally came to visit, but it never replaced the years of loneliness. Scarletta was a ghost princess locked in a castle, but someone kept an eye on her. Someone closer than she thought, even if she never noticed him. 

~~~~~

Merliah and Merisa were the babies of the family. Everyone loved them within the family, except for the royal side of the family, which still lived underwater. Melody and Ariel didn't mind who the father was, but it still caused slight discomfort that Ursula lived in the same house with them. However, Ariel had gotten bitter and mean over the years. But, even though she had two favorites, she still loved her great-grandchildren. Merliah and Merisa were born with their father's power of telling the future, but there seemed to be a hidden power somewhere. Or at least that's what everyone thought due to the future mural on the twin's doors. 

"Mama, why are Merisa and I like that in the mural?" Merliah asked, pointing to the mural with her sister and her floating with glowing eyes and hands up.  

"I don't know. I guess you both have more power than it seems," Maria, her mother, answered, looking at the mysterious mural. "I know you and your sister's life isn't going to be the best due to who you are, but don't let anyone make you feel like you're powerless."

When the twins were 7, their mother and father signed them up for a modeling gig. They quickly rose to fame, and their heritage of being Ariel's great-granddaughters helped escalate that fame. They expanded to movies and tv shows and eventually met Neige and Vil. Merisa got along with the boys well, but Merliah was like a best friend to them. By the age of 8, Merisa figured out why the two boys liked Merliah so much. They had feelings for Merliah, though Merisa couldn't tell if it was platonic, romantic, or both. But, she went with the latter and watched the two models try to impress her sister. 

Unfortunately, as more people in Twisted Wonderland began to look into Merliah and Merisa's origins, they found a link between their father and Ursula and started to close in. Valentino decided to leave the family in the middle of the night a couple of months after Merliah and Merisa turned nine, and nobody saw him again. Though Merliah and Merisa never felt like he left, especially when black ink was dripping from the walls or ceiling. Fortunately, Merliah and Merisa had something to take their minds off their missing father. Singing. The people of Twisted Wonderland loved the twin's mermaid singing voice combined with the fact they got to see a mix of the culture from the human world. Merliah and her sisters are what most people would call multiracial. To make things easier, I will use an altered lyric from In The Heights. 

"So, Merliah, where are you from if you're not from Afterglow Savanna or The Scalding Sands?" Neige asked, 

"I wanna know too. I've never seen nor heard of culture like yours in Twisted Wonderland," Vil added, looking at the red-haired girl.

"Um... my mom is Mer-Black-Colombian, my dad is from Argentina, which means I'm Mer-Black-Colombian-Argentinian...but I always say I'm a Mermaid!" Merliah answered, letting out a proud giggle. 

Although the kingdoms of Avalor and Encanto existed in Twisted Wonderland, their geography made them as isolated as The Valley of Thorns. So their cultures hardly made it out of their kingdoms. Luckily, Avalor and Encanto did have the internet and television, so Merliah and Merisa had a fanbase that didn't have to wonder what language she was singing at times. Merliah and Merisa had started the idea of a new album called La Mariposa at 14. They had only written the first song but chose to sing it at an award show they got asked to perform for. 

When the time came for Merliah and Merisa to go on stage with their butterfly makeup and outfits, the audience shook with anticipation. 

"Hola, everyone! Tonight, we'll be performing a song that's different from what we usually do. For the Avalorians and Encantans watching, say hello to La Mariposa!" Merliah exclaimed into the microphone.

The song La Mariposa was a hit. The TWMA's received new record-making views, and Merliah and Merisa's music, movie, and modeling careers hit new highs. They had become Mer-Black-Colombian-Argentinian icons.

~~~~~

Cendrillon's childhood was a lonely one. Although she was the Underworld's princess, and the citizens of the Underworld loved her, she never knew of the other gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus. Sure, the Underworld was a fun and beautiful place, but hanging around dead people concerned Persephone.

"Honey, we need to talk. Cendrillion needs real friends. Her hanging around with dead people and staying in the Underworld 24/7 isn't good for her social development," Persephone said, gaining Hades's attention. "She needs to explore the outside world, as in the human world."

"Staying in the Underworld isn't going to harm Cendrillion. I stayed in the Underworld for years, and I'm fine," Hades responded, putting down his newspaper.

"You tried to kill Hercules."

"Ok, good point."

"Maybe we could let her play with the other Great Seven's children? Maybe she could also have a play date with that Shroud kid?" 

"The Shroud's, yes. The other gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus, no. They don't need to know she exists besides Eilethyia."

"Hades, you need to reconcile with your family! It's not fair to deny Cendrillion the rest of her family. Besides, she'll meet one of Zeus's children at some point. The guy has like a thousand kids!"

"True, true. Tomorrow, I'll try to reconcile with my brothers and everyone else."

"Mama! Dada! Look, I found a new friend!" Cendrillion screamed, dragging a boy with olive skin and dark brown hair. 

Hades and Persephone turned around and saw the boy and paled. 

"Honey, is it me or does that look like the boy version of Megara?" Hades asked, watching Persephone give the boy some orange slices.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Persephone asked, bending down to meet the boy at eye level.

"Deion, my name is Deion. What's yours?" Deion answered, smacking on the oranges.

"You can call me Aunt Persephone. That blue-haired man standing behind the corner is my husband," Persephone answered, giving the boy a smile.

"Where's the puppy?" Deion asked, turning to Cendrillion.

"Phoebe is in my room! Wanna play?" Cendrillion exclaimed, jumping off the couch.

Deion followed Cendrillion to her room, squealing with delight. Night came to the Underworld, and Persephone prepared dinner for the two kids. Stone oven pizza was a good option, and the two kids conversed more over pizza. Fifteen minutes later, Persephone set up a make shift bed on the couch for Deion, and he climbed onto the bed with Cendrillion. Phoebe jumped onto the bed and put herself in between Deion and Cendrillion. 

"I'm glad our darling daughter has an actual friend," Persephone said as she snuggled next to Hades in bed.

The palace was quiet for a few hours until lightning lit up the Underworld. Hercules and his father were there, and they weren't happy. Hades's palace doors burst open, scaring the children and dog up.

"HADES!" Zeus and Hercules screamed, lightning striking the house.

Deion, Cendrillion, and Phoebe shake under the blanket, hoping they go away. Phoebe started to whimper, and Zeus lifted their blanket showing his burning hot red face. Cendrillion breaks into tears and sobs, making Hades and Persephone go into the living room with their instictive protective parental feelings blaring. 

"Get away from my child!" Hades screamed, his hair becoming red.

"Don't make this worse for yourself, Hades! If you admit you kidnapped Deion, we'll give you a lenient sentence!" Zeus yelled, walking towards Hades.

"I didn't kidnap him! The boy came here!" Hades yelled back.

"Like anyone would believe that! You have a record of kidnapping children! How do you know the girl is even your child? And Persephone, I'm disappointed that you chose to be around him," Hercules argued, pointing at Cendrillion.

"Don't talk about my wife and child like that! Even if Cendrillion wasn't my child, at least I'm taking care of her. That's way more than you've ever done for your children, Zeus," Hades growled, making Zeus create a lightning storm.

"I'll make sure you regret even having a life," Zeus stated, throwing a punch at Hades.

"Stop it! Stop it, you two!" Persephone screamed, making thorns that made her bleed grow onto her legs.

Cendrillion continues to wail, and eventually her hair turns into blue fire.

"Stop hurting my daddy! It was my fault! I wanted to show my new friend my puppy and where I live! I just wanted to have a friend!" Cendrillion cried, making Hades and Zeus stop fighting and everyone go silent.

"Cindy..." Persephone softly said, tears coming to her eyes.

Hercules took a shaky sigh and called for the terrified Deion to come home. As he walked out the door with Hercules, he asked a simple question.

"Am I going to see Cendrillion again?" Deion asked, holding hands with Hercules.

"I-I don't know, bud," Hercules answered, picking him up.

Zeus and Hades stared at each other on the floor, and separated from one another. Zeus stood up, sighed, and silently walked out of Hades's palace, hearing the cries of Cendrillion. Cendrillion picked up Phoebe and ran to her room, where she cried for hours.

"Cindy, please stop crying. You'll dehydrate yourself and get yourself sick. I have some warm cookies and milk for you," Persephone pleaded, listening to Cendrillion's muffled cries.

The door creaked open, and Persephone walked in, putting the plate of cookies on her night stand. 

"Look, I know you feel bad, but it's not your fault. You'll have other friends. Besides, you may see Deion again," Persephone said, rubbing Cendrillion's back.

Cendrillion went silent, and Persephone realized Cendrillion had fallen asleep. Persephone layed down next to her, and slept next to her daughter. 

At the age of four, Cendrillion got and lost her first friend, Deion. Cendrillion went to The Evil Queen's Great Seven social club and became friends with the other girls. Even though she was friends with them, her life seemed to move like a secret whisper. One day she was staring out the window, and realized it was her 14th birthday and that she was still a girl who would always be an extension of Hades to everyone else. A teardrop fell from her soft cheeks, and blue circles formed under her eyes. The blue flowers outside her room grew and covered the windows in her room, turning her once bright room into a dark coffin of loneliness.

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🏳️‍⚧️ Luigi is Trans Masc 🏳️‍⚧️

Long Post!!!

Now that I have your attention, here are some reasons that I headcanon Luigi as trans, based off of my own experience as a trans masc person.

1) He ghosts hunts even when he has the option to say no.

Could this be a ‘I have to save my loved ones from danger’ or a ‘this is the right thing to do even though I’m scared’ situation? Yeah! But I’m trans and grasping for straws, so let me have this.

I put this as a reason for him being trans, because I believe he’s doing it because he’s a man and he’s ‘not supposed to be afraid’.

Luigi is assumed to be 24, and his character was first introduced in the 1980s, specifically 1983. Assuming he was 24 when the first game released, he would have been born in 1959 (feel free to check my math on that).

Although his character was introduced in the 80s where men tended to be more feminine and flamboyant, he was probably raised with the idea that men should be tough and strong, and should lead. Even if we throw release date and age aside, even if he was born in my generation, those stereotypes of men still exist and are taught within society. Even as those norms are being broken day after day, he would have still been exposed to the toxic masculinity.

Luigi, from what we’ve seen of his adventures, tends to be more scared and less ‘tough’ than what was expected of a man. From what we know of Luigi, we can safely assume that (if he was trans) he would be doing this not only for his family and friends, but to prove he was tough and strong, and that he was manly.

2) He dresses like his brother.

Yes, he is a plumber by trade, but he also ghosts hunts, and makes bank off of that. You think he would wear a different outfit when he ghost hunts simply because denim Isn’t meant for physical activity. Anyone who’s run in jeans knows that it isn’t exactly meant to be stretchy. It’s (supposed to be) designed to withstand the test of time. So why doesn’t Luigi change from plumbing cloths (specifically his denim overalls) to something more suited for the running he has to do in various places for ghost hunting? Because Mario wears overalls and a t-shirt.

From what I’ve seen on social media, other trans people follow the lead of those around them who match their gender identity/their presentation. I would do the same was well. I would look at what my dad wore, what my brother would wear, and what guys at school wore. I developed my style after what I had seen, so I could pass.

While you don’t have to pass to be trans (or even have the desire to), it’s a common theme amongst trans people to try and blend in with cis society. This can be for safety reasons, or just because they want to fit in with their peers.

Luigi clearly looks up to his brother, crying tears of joy whenever Mario is saved from King Boo. He congratulates him when he wins events. He supports him, because he looks up to him. They’re brothers after all!

It makes sense that Luigi would mirror Mario, since they are so close. Since Mario is most often seen wearing his overalls, Luigi follows suit, because it’s what he believes guys do. He’s following the example that Mario set for him.

3) Luigi’s view on gender expression.

Luigi has had a couple of instances where he is known to ignore typical gender stereotypes, specifically with dresses.

In the game super Mario Odyssey, Mario can be seen wear a wedding gown with a veil, and Luigi is only concerned that Mario didn’t tell him about the wedding. There was no wedding, and Luigi didn’t mock Mario when informed that his brother was wearing the gown for fun.

The second major instance is from the New Super Mario Bros. U Deluxe website. The website tells us that only Toadette can use the Super crown. The last part of the Super Crown’s description says “Sorry Luigi- Only Toadette can use this item!”

While this could point to Luigi being trans fem instead of trans masc, I would like to point out that recently, it has become more accepted that men can dress feminine. Since this game was released in 2019, it’s completely possible that Luigi has caught onto this, and is becoming more accepted and accepting of his femininity as a man. This would also be plenty of time to unlearn harmful stereotypes from when he was younger, about what men can and can’t do. Although he still sticks with old habits, he’s learning more about how the world around him works, and how it’s changing day by day.

I believe that Luigi has a better understanding of gender and gender expression because he is trans. He’s learning to accept that he doesn’t have to be hyper masculine to be a valid guy.

4) How he got his mustache and flat chest (and… other stuff).

This section will be discussing the effects of hormones, surgeries, and genitalia. Please keep this in mind as you read.

This is more of an explanation for how certain things happened.

How did he grow a mustache? Testosterone. It was likely after helping his brother with his career, and winning sporting events he had a good amount of income to start Testosterone. Another option? Minoxidil. Minoxidil was tested to see if it could cure ulcers in the 50s. Through testing, The Upjohn Company discovered it opened blood vessels and allowed for blood to flow more smoothly. In the late 70s, it was FDA approved for patients to use if they suffer from high blood pressure. Through this, they discovered that minoxidil also has the side effect of hair growth. The FDA approved the product to be sold, and it was called Rogaine. Meaning Luigi would have had access to something to grow facial hair, even if testosterone wasn’t an option.

What about his flat chest?

Binding or Top surgery. Both were an option by the time Luigi was old enough. Laurence Michael Dillon was a trans person who was born in 1915 and died in 1962. While I do recommend you look at more of his story, what I want to focus on is the fact he had top surgery. While the surgery was still fairly early in it’s development, it was possible. Luigi, who wasn’t born until 1959 (as previously discussed) would have the option to get top surgery when he became an adult.

Another option would be binding, though I think this is less likely because of how binding restricts physical activity. Binding in any way makes it difficult to run or exert yourself in general. We see Luigi run a LOT in various games, and for decent amounts of time too. It’s less likely that he’s binding.

The last thing is his penis.

There was a huge joke going around about the bulge we saw in a promotion for Mario Tennis Aces. People were discussing how large it was, and Even Mattpat on Game Theory discussed the measurements to determine how large it was.

Why was it so noticeable? Well bottom surgery was also an option for him pretty early on. Surgeons (from what I’ve been told be social media) will ask how you’d like to look like. Even if he decided to not get bottom surgery, he could be wearing a packer.

A packer is anything you use to give the feeling and or appearance of a penis, specifically used by trans masc people who were not born with a penis. There are many different types of packers (including clean rolled up socks) that people may use. What’s most important to note though, is they have a high chance of moving around.

Even with harnesses or underwear specifically designed to keep a packer in place, they can still shift around in your pants, especially when you’re doing a lot of moving. From my experience, my packers tent to move forward rather than back. Wearing athletic shorts will also make that area more pronounced as the fabric is looser, so if Luigi was wearing a packer, we’d know.

5) He’s trans cause I say so.

Like I said in the beginning, it’s a head canon. I say he’s trans because it’s a cool idea. A Nintendo character that is trans, and isn’t being hidden, explained away, or made fun of (like Vivian from Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door). I like the idea that Luigi is a proud trans guy, and we don’t know because it doesn’t matter. He’s a guy because he’s a guy. He doesn’t just ‘become’ a guy because he goes through surgeries or goes in hormones. He’s trans, and t doesn’t matter if we know or not, because his trans identity isn’t important to the story we’re playing, or our knowledge to know. We aren’t entitled to it.

He’s a guy who happens to be trans, and that’s that.

If there is any misinformation above, please let me know so I can correct it. This was meant to be a fun post about my head canon, but I did use real world examples t explain it, and if I got something wrong, I’d like to know. Thanks!

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Hope In The Sheets.8

[Masterlist]

Beta: N/A Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT, Friends2Lovers, Words: 2.9k

Summary: You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.

What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

Warning: Braxton hicks, Reader thinks she is being followed (but is mistaken), and a love making scene very short and sweet.

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With your final month of pregnancy approaching you were finally ready to take your maternity leave. Deciding to continue working for as long as you could to save some money. The boss was getting super weird but you were holding your tongue and making up excuses to leave his presence.

Your last day was a little extravagant with cake and a card signed by your colleagues. The boss gave you a bouquet of flowers, which you graciously accepted as it was your last day. Everyone took photos and your boss awkwardly pulled you close, his hand resting on your belly.

Irritation growing, you wanted nothing more than to push his hand away and leave. The scent of his cologne made you feel a little sick and you were unbelievably sweaty. Excusing yourself to the safety of the women's bathroom you splashed your neck with some cool water. 

Calling Jimin you whispered, “I need you to come pick me up, the boss is being weird again.”

“I am near by, give me a few minutes I will get you,” Jimin’s sweet voice rang like tiny chimes through the phone.

You waited another couple of minutes and heard your name called from the hall, “Y/n?, are you okay in there?” It was your creepy boss.

“Sorry, I am just having a hot flash so I am splashing water on my neck,” You laughed, trying to appear casual and not cause him any reason to suspect you are in distress as you would bet he would barge in otherwise, “I will be out soon.”

Your phone chimed.

[Jimin: We are in the elevator grab your things for a quick escape.]

Curious as to who he was referring to as ‘we’ but not questioning it, he was right you should get ready to leave as quickly as possible. Heading out to the gathering of your colleagues, you smiled fanning yourself.

“Here is some ice water,” One of the women smiled, “I remember when I was pregnant it was unbearably hot.”

“Thanks,” You took a drink and sighed happily at the cool liquid, standing in front of your bag, the flowers and card. The elevator doors opened to reveal a well dressed Jimin and a rather handsome man you recognized from the bar. Jungkook’s best friend, Taehyung was it? You smiled at the two as they smiled greeting everyone. “Hello, we are Y/n’s friends, I'm Jimin and this is Taehyung. We have come to pick her up.” Jimin looked around the room and his eyes lit up, “wow you are all so nice a party and everything.” 

Jimin charmed the room easily and Taehyung wasn’t doing too badly either as he took the flowers and your bag. “Are you ready to leave?”

“Ah yes, I wouldn’t mind going home for a rest,” allowing the two young men to lead you towards the elevator, “Goodbye, I will hopefully see you when I am back from leave.”

They all waved and wished you good luck, and you didn’t miss the disappointed look on your boss' face. Your shoulders slumped as you leaned against the wall of the elevator, “I am so tired.”

“We will get you home soon,” Jimin smiled, rubbing your back and pulling you into a hug.

“Should we reschedule?” Taehyung said, “Or, I can um pay again, if you don’t mind waiting for a few weeks, I will save up enough money for another date.”

Jimin was at a loss for words. You knew he didn’t know what to say and you smiled, “Hey no, I will be home soon, just drop me off and go back to Jimin’s, he has a cinema room and you can order in and watch movies.”

“Yeah, we can do that.” Jimin smiled, reassuringly at Taehyung,

“Half a movie, I can only afford half a movie,” He mumbled downtrodden. Jimin wet his lips feeling awkward, he hadn’t dated anyone who wasn’t loaded with cash in a long time. 

“Jimin has a rule that if he can’t make a date the next one is half price,” you took the art of improv to a whole new level, “he couldn’t make your date and it had to be rescheduled, right? So, this one is half price so you can get twice the amount of time.”

“Yeah, she is right so we can hang out a little longer.” Jimin bit his lip looking at the young man and seeing the small smile pull up on his lips. “So let’s drop the tiny mama off and go watch a movie.”

“Ok,” Taehyung smiled, you watched the two, nervous like a highschool crush developing between two students. The two graciously dropped them off and Jimin walked you to the door.

“You are smitten!” You grinned, teasing him lightly watching his blush grow. Your eyes catching Taehyung fixing his hair in the passenger seat drop down mirror. “You have never been nervous in your life, and he is so sweet.”

“I have been with rich men here and there looking for a date or a night, but I have never had someone scraping together their money to spend just a little time with me, making handmade gifts because that's all they can do.” Jimin was clutching his heart, and you finally found the key for the front door. “When he tells me I am pretty, or that he loves my voice, it’s different. I know those CEO’s had wives, but when he says it, I feel special like I am the only one in the world he says it too.”

“So what’s the problem?” You asked, letting Jimin walk you inside with all your items. “You have a lot of savings and investment properties, you could live off that money very easily.”

“How can I see him when he thinks he has to pay me all the time?” Jimin mumbled, walking back to the front door. “I don’t want him to go bankrupt because he thinks he can’t afford my rates”

“I heard at the bar that he like photography. Tell him you want a photoshoot but you don’t know a good photographer who you feel comfortable with.” You hugged and an idea struck. “Say you can’t decide on a concept and offer him a few different ones you want to try. He has been asked to submit his work into an exhibition. I think the theme was nightlife.”

“Nightlife.”

“It’s up for interpretation, but who has a more busy nightlife than you, and I am not talking about going out on the town. A sensual at home photoshoot of you in a sheet or a naked silhouette overlooking the night city.”

“Oh that could be fun, I could be part of an exhibition” he giggled, “I will ask him.”

Jimin hugged you again for safe measure and ran off to his van and climbed inside.

You waved shutting the door and heading to the fridge hoping some cold yoghurt would soothe your overheated form, whilst also feeding your almost insatiable hunger.

Opening the fridge, you saw the last of your yoghurt at the back, bending slightly you felt a twinge in your back and as you straightened up, Yoghurt in your hand as you were overcome with a tightness in your stomach. Was this a contraction?

You were two weeks out from your due date so it wasn’t unusual for people to have their babies early. You pulled out your phone calling for an ambulance and trying to breathe calmly.

[Y/n: I think I am in labor, and you’re the only one who is free today.] [DJSuga: Like really or that time you ate too much rice too quickly and got indigestion?] [Y/n: I just called the ambulance.] [DJSuga: I will meet you at the hospital let me know what ward you are in when you know.]

“Hello, I am looking for Miss Y/n.” Yoongi’s voice carried across the hall from the nurses desk to your room. “I would describe her as pregnant but it wouldn’t help.”

“Wow, you are very descriptive. You really have no words to describe me Yoongi? I am offended.” You pouted walking out into the hall, “Let’s go home.”

“What I thought you were popping out a baby today?” he said confused, “If you say it was constipation or something stupid I will hit you upside the head.”

“Well, it wasn’t that.” You blushed, “It was braxton hicks?”

“Who?” he blanked, utterly confused, “What are you talking about?”

“It means fake labor, like a test run.”

“Can you stop with the test runs, I don’t think my body can take it anymore?” Yoongi held his back waddling down the hallway making you giggle. “Come on, I saw a restaurant for lamb skewers and I have been craving it since.”

“You are acting more like a pregnant woman than I am.”

Walking out the front of the hospital you were bombarded by Jin, Jungkook, Namjoon, and a disheveled Jimin with Taehyung. You didn’t realize how your eyes looked for Hoseok, until you didn’t find him. The crushing feeling in your chest made you frown slightly.

“False alarm.” Yoongi muttered, “Apparently Barbie Hacks or something, we are getting lamb skewers. Come on, I hear Jin is paying.”

Hoseok arrived at the Bar and saw that no one was around, the place was locked up with a sign announcing that it was closed for the night. It was strange Jin didn’t ever believe in taking days off, even when he was sick he would be in his office resting.

He called Jin’s phone and heard laughter, “I will be back” Jin's voice called. Hoseok could hear Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi talking about something adamantly. Had they planned something without him.

“Hey Hoseok, what do you need?”

“Your bar is closed?” Hoseok mumbled, “I was wondering what you are all doing?”

“Y/n went to the hospital because she was getting contractions but they turned out to be Braxton hicks, so we are having lamb skewers on Yoongi’s request.”

“Why did no one tell me?” Hoseok felt a little sick that his friends were hanging out without him and there was a strange pull in his chest knowing that he wasn’t there at the hospital. 

“I didn’t think we had to, seeing as you are not the father of any children.” Jin repeated his words back to him, “We aren’t picking sides but you made it clear you didn’t want to be a part of the child's life. So we didn’t want to force you to be there.”

“I never said that I didn’t want to be a part!” Hoseok shouted down the phone, “Urgh, this is fucked.”

With a sigh Jin grew deadly serious, “she was scared out of her mind today, she thought she was going to have to give birth alone, you have to talk to her.”

“I said some stupid shit, Jin. I don’t know how to fix this.” Hoseok pulled at his hair and started heading to your house, hoping that perhaps the two of you could talk this out before he ended up losing you.

He had so much that he wanted to say and get mad about, he wasn’t ready to forgive you but he wasn’t ready to let you go either.

You were dropped off at Hoseok’s apartment, the one you had lived in together before everything went wrong. Touching your rounded tummy you knew that this child wasn’t a mistake and apologized out loud for even implying anything of the sorts. Taking the stairs to the second floor you arrived at his door.

Knock knock.

“Hoseok are you home?” You called, taking the key from your keychain you peaked inside to see the lights were off. You sat for a moment but he didn’t come home and it was getting a little dark. 

Heading out you locked up and walked along the road. You put a headphone in and pretended to be in a conversation. Speeding up slightly as you passed the men sitting on the steps of one of the stores that had closed up for the night. The men were laughing about something and you scurried along. 

Sighing in relief when you went to cross the street, looking both ways you caught sight of figures following you. Were the men following you? What did they want? Thoughts were circling in your head as the adrenaline started to kick in. Dialing hoseok you crossed the road.

“Hello, Y/n?” Hoseok said “I wanted to-”

“Hoseok, there are men following me” you whispered.

“Where are you?” He asked, sounding concerned, which gave you a flash of hope that he would protect you like he always did.

“I am on our street, I am heading to Yuta, I need to go somewhere public.” You replied walking briskly.

“Keep walking, I'm on my way.” You heard the sound of an engine and you knew everything would be okay. Hoseok wouldn’t let you get hurt.

“Don’t hang up, they are still following.” Picking up your speed you noticed they had started to walk a little more briskly. “I sped up and they did too, Hobi, I am really scared.”

“Don’t slow down, you got this little darling, I will be there soon.” Hoseok said with desperation in his voice. “I won’t leave you on your own anymore. I should have been there today. I should be with you now!”

A hand grabbed your shoulder and you screamed phone clattering onto the ground, “I am sorry miss, we called out but your headphones were in, you dropped your wallet.”

“Oh! Thank you so much, I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay, do you need help, can we escort you somewhere?” The other man asked. “There has been some break-ins recently so we have taken to watching the neighborhood.”

They walked you back towards Hoseok's and you sat with them as you spoke about what happened with Hoseok. Talking about how you stuffed up and lied to him. “You mean the really happy guy with the reddish hair? You two used to walk this street all the time. I knew you too liked each other,” they grinned

“So is it a little girl or boy?” One of the guys gestured to your belly. “Have you thought of any names?”

“A little girl and I have been thinking of some. Sun-Hee it just reminds me so much of her dad,” you hummed, a little nervous to hear their feedback, “does it sound silly?”

“It sounds beautiful.”

Looking up there was Hoseok panting and looking relieved to see you okay. Standing, you walked over to your longest friend, hoping he didn’t scold you. “Hoseok, I am sorry.”

He pulled you into a hug and buried his face in your neck, “I don’t care. I don’t care that you lied and kept this from me. I don’t care about any of that, let me be here for you. I will be by your side.”

You were crying, he took your face in his hands brushing your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “Alright love birds, Kiss each other.”

Your cheeks were bright red, ready to laugh and tell the men it wasn’t like that when Hoseok pulled you forward. Pressing his lips to your's, he kissed you fiercely, his hands holding your waist and cradling your head. He tried to pull you closer when your belly bumped against him. He looked down and rubbed your belly gently, “I am sorry I wasn’t there but I am here now, and I am not leaving.”

“Let’s go home, Hobi.” You whispered, he thanked the men for taking care of you and led you to his van. He drove back to your house and walked you inside, shutting the door and taking off his shoes. The two of you sat on the couch.

“I guess you have a lot to talk about.” Hoseok said nervous and you swung your leg over his lap and kissed him. It was difficult to maneuver with your big belly, but you were too busy enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

“I want to remember this time,” you breathed against him. “Please let’s just pretend that one didn’t happen and try again.”

Hoseok laughed and lifted you carefully and carried you to the bedroom.

Hoseok was gentle and passionate; he teased you with his fingers and lavished you with his tongue. You had never had anything like this. Usually you were chasing a high with some guy you never had plans to call again, and that was on the rare occasion you were looking for sex. This made you feel overwhelmingly good, your heart was pounding. Every thrust brought with it a spark of energy. You clung to Hoseok as he lost himself in the sensations. 

He would open his eyes in moments of clarity and kiss you telling you how much he loved you. It wasn’t like jumping off the edge into pleasure; this was like waves that started small and built into a choppy tide never crashing upon you, just rocking you with pleasure. After the crescendo moment the waves began to ease back until it was the gentle waters lapping at the sand.

“Hobi,” you panted as he laid your head on his chest. He hummed encouraging you to continue. You took his hand and placed it onto your belly, “you remember two minutes ago when we had sex, well I think I fell pregnant.”

He laughed, throwing his head back into the pillow and leaned down kissing your belly, “I think you might be right!”

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