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This can be read as a standalone I think, but! Here is a second part of Merlot! It's spicy and sweet so I hope you guys like it. Unsure if there will be any more parts (Iâm open if you guys have more ideas!) but I do love a good dilfrry.
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Warnings- smut, age gap relationship, anal (for those who asked ur welcome!), unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom/sub elements
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Harry was by far the best man she had ever dated.Â
Their age gap was evident at times, but not in a bad way. It was rather cute when he had been confused about videos she sent or his own excitement to show her the movies or books he was referencing. The added element of their dynamic was learning from one another. Harry had been teaching her about publishing and helping her flesh out the first draft of her book while she sat in his office some days, helping him out in return by getting him coffee or lunch or an occasional shoulder massage when he got particularly stressed. An unofficial assistant of sorts.Â
âI feel like if I have to write the word âsaidâ one more time, my brain is going to explode.â She grumbled, pushing her laptop across the couch and leaning back on it. The leather seat in his office was by far the most comfortable one she had sat on and he happily invited her to come into the office to see him as often as she wanted. It was both practical and selfish on both ends.It was easier to work in a space like this and with the understanding that Harry really did have work he was doing, she focused on her own stuff. A quiet pair of people working in each otherâs company.Â
Add in the fact that he was the boss man, it made it much easier for her to come and go as she pleased.Â
âMm, sometimes authors get stuck with words in their novels. Theyâll have phrases they repeat a few too many times, usually gets called out in editing and fixed. Itâs not a bad thing. But with words that are action words like that, there are options. Yâknow, depending on the scene and tone. Murmured, muttered, peeped, whispered, whined, moaned, huffed, grumbled. Those sorts of words.â He tapped his pen against the desk as he lifted his eyes to her.Â
It didnât get old. Seeing her pretty face sitting in his office looking the way she did, much more comfortable than the night theyâd first met, but still appropriate for an office setting.
Sometimes he did let his mind wander into the roleplay aspect, wondering if she had been his real assistant if he would have made a move. If Y/N was the Y/N he knew now? Probably. Scandalous.Â
Today she wore a pair of black flowy pants and a matching turtleneck, but on top she had a chunky knit cardigan that was utterly adorable. It had yellow moons and stars, a deep purple color with sleeves she had to push up so they didnât hide her hands. His girl leaned into the office aesthetic when she came in so she didnât stick out too much but with him or when they were at his place or out together, he loved seeing her dressed in her normal clothing. She looked soft, whimsical almost. Like a little fairy.Â
âHm. Good point. I need to write down all the synonyms in my notes app and defer to that because if Iâm getting tired of writing it, I know whoever ends up reading it will get tired of seeing it too.â Her lips puffed to blow a strand of hair that had fallen from her bun, brows furrowed as she failed and made her hand ready up to tuck it behind her ear instead.Â
Again, cute.
âNot necessarily.â He replied, leaning back in his chair. âWeâre our own harshest critics. I doubt theyâre paying that much attention to that. The majority of people will be paying attention to world building, character development, plot, sex scenes, all that fun stuff. The exact wording isnât always the most important thing. But it shows that you care about quality.â He shot her a grin. âSo you will be successful.â
âMmm⌠and not because Iâm fucking the publishing head?â She grinned as she stood up, stretching her arms out.Â
âWell. That helps.â He wouldnât deny it. She had a leg up, but he wouldnât publish just anything. âIf it makes you feel better, I donât publish shit work. It isnât worth the reputation of my company. Your writing is genuinely good, my sweet.â He knew the drill by now. Her heeled boots were kicked off by the couch and she made her way over to him, the tiredness starting to hit her as she happily perched herself on his lap.Â
âGood to know.â She snorted before pressing a kiss to his scruffy cheek. The facial hair had grown but he was shaping it currently. She promised sheâd be okay with whatever he did to it but didnât want anything to happen to the mustache. That wasnât allowed to go. âWhat are you working on? Anything fun?âÂ
âNo, nothing incredibly interesting Iâm afraid.â His hand squeezed her hip underneath the cardigan. âI was working on some contracts earlier but every so often I pick up some submissions and read through them myself. This one is very bland, unfortunately. Thereâs potential, absolutely. Their writing style is lovely, but the plot falls flat and the characters are one dimensional. Sâlike they chose a specific stereotype and did nothing to differentiate them.â It was unfortunate.â It was a shame he came across all too often.
âItâs obvious this person is trying but theyâve never observed or met someone with these traits. I donât think you absolutely have to follow the rule âwrite what you knowâ, but I think a lot of the best works come from drawing from our own experiences. Romance, for them, doesnât seem to be a passion. Theyâd do better with mystery with their writing style as it is, but they have to improve on other aspects first.âÂ
âIs it hard for you to see stuff like that?â She asked curiously, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. âI can tell youâre a little disappointed with it, so I have to wonder if it happens a lot.â
âIt does. And it is hard when you see someone with potential not living up to it but I have faith that if we send them some constructive criticism notes that maybe they wonât see it as an attack but as a place of genuine care. Iâm going to have someone meet with them I think, give them my notes and have them explain it in nicer terms than the plain ones I used. Maybe they can work on it again and add more and weâd have a best seller.â He shrugged his shoulders. âI can see they care about it in the way they put details in, but it needs more.â
There was something incredibly attractive about listening to him talk about it. It was always attractive to see someone care and talk about their passions; but Harry was on another level. She could see it on his face that he was disappointed and knew the person could do better. While it made it all the more nerve wracking for her own novel, she had him working with her along the way.
He never told her where to go with her story in terms of ideas, but how to improve the mechanics. Reading over bits and telling her to take away a certain detail and add more in other places, or giving suggestions about how things could flow smoother. Heâd listened to her storyboard, after showing her the author equivalent of it, and gave his honest feedback from a publisher's point of view and then from a boyfriendâs point of view.
Sometimes it was more obvious that he was the one with miles more life experience in these instances but she couldnât be upset about it when it only aided in strengthening their relationship.Â
âI see.â She looked at the manuscript on the desk with the red pen of doom. âOof. The red pen is out⌠and youâve used it a lot.âÂ
âWell, there are errors.â He chuffed, kissing her cheek in return. âDid you get enough done?â The word count goal had been 3,000 for today, but he didnât make it for her. It was all on her. He simply helped keep her accountable.
âI did more. I think⌠4.5?â She tilted her head trying to remember. âNow my head feels like soup.â It did feel like mush right now. That was why the laptop was closed and abandoned and she was finding comfort in the man. It was like a reward.Â
âThatâs ace, my dove. Amazing.â He praised. The pride he felt for her was earned fair and square. She had been applying herself more now than ever. Since their first night together they hadnât really separated, seeing each other at least a few times a week. Her work ethic was there as she had zeroed in on what she wanted. âWhy donât we finish this up and go back to mine, mm?âÂ
Harry had been holding off all week. Heâd gone a bit rough one night and even though she said she was fine, he wanted to give her body time to relax. As much as he loved sex, he had wanted her body to enjoy it more than anything else. Not be overly swollen and sore the next day.Â
Today was going to be the day to break that. A full week of nothing but heated kisses, and she was as needy as needy could get. He felt her perk up at the mention, sitting up straighter in his lap.Â
âPlease! Letâs go. We can get food on the way home but I think we have some pressing matters to attend to.â She sniffed, standing from him and offering a hand to help him up. âChop chop. Get a move on, mister.â
ââ-
Two rounds in and he knew she could take it. Her poor cunt was a mess and he knew that as pretty as it was all drippy and swollen, she had been aching for him to get a try into her other hole. Theyâd had a proper discussion about it, and he had effectively been edging her the entire night. Fair? No, but she knew how he rolled. The promised pleasure first, experiments after. Just in case she wanted to stop, she got something out of the night.Â
Sheâd been warming his cock for a bit as he held her in his arms, cooing soft praises about how good of a girl she was, how brave she had been to ask for something new tonight when he felt her get impatient. She didnât need to say it. He knew her well enough now to understand what she wanted. Pulling his cock out and rubbing the tip against her asshole, pressing against it and spreading the sticky cum over the rim. âWant me tâfuck this tight little ass too? Fill you from both ends."
âWanna try.â She nodded, panting as her cunt contracted and his cum dribbled out of her pussy. âYouâre so big I⌠I dunno if I can take it. Go slow.â Y/N knew she was slightly cock drunk but she also trusted him. Heâd made her feel good already, took his time with everything else why wouldnât she want to test this with him?
âOkay, my sweet. Just relax.â Harry wasnât nervous, but he was cautious. His girl was precious cargo, and he wanted to make sure it felt as good as it could. Heâd done the work of stretching her with his fingers, but it was going to be a challenge to get him in there regardless. He slowly pushed his thick head past the tight rim of her back hole. Watching her face intently, his own contorted with pleasure. "You're doing so good, doll," he encouraged softly. "Just relax and let me in. You can take it."
The pressure was intense, and she hissed out a breath as he slowly pushed more and more of himself into her. His thick head stretched her wide, and he paused, letting her adjust to the new sensation. "Breathe." The reminder was whispered as he realized she was holding her breath, his hand carding through her hair tenderly.
"That's it, baby. You're taking it so well. Always do so good fâme." He praised, his voice low and soothing. He slowly pushed more of himself into her, inch by inch, his thick prick spreading her wide. She could feel every vein, every ridge, as he slowly filled her up.
As he slid deeper, Harry could feel the intense pressure and stretch around his girth. Her tight little hole was gripped tightly around his shaft, the muscles fluttering and contracting as he pushed his way inside. She felt like she was being split in two, her body struggling to accommodate his bigger size- but she was. Slowly but surely, he sunk into her fully.
She had done it.Â
âFuck.â She sobbed out, clinging to him as he got down to the base. Never in her life had she felt so full that way, so stretched. Only Harry could make her feel this way. It wasnât just the physical feeling, but the emotional one too. She trusted him more than she trusted anyone else. His guidance was priceless.
"You're doing so good, Youâve got it all in. Jusâ gotta let it adjust." he soothed, his voice strained as he fought to keep control. Giving her a moment to adjust, his hands stroking her hair and her cheeks, his thumb brushing away her tears. "You feel so hot around me, doll. So tight. Knew yâwould be."
âI wanna be⌠I want you to feel good.â She whispered, looking at him with wet eyes. âItâs just so big. Iâm tryinâ to take it.â It surely wasn't a beginner cock but she wasnât known for taking the easy way.
"You're doing so well, baby," he reassured her, his hands never leaving her. He slowly pulled out halfway before sinking in again, a little faster this time. "That's it... take me all the way in."
It was the fourth time he did it that she felt the pleasure. Both from the action and the thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing against her swollen clit, making her gasp. Her eyes fell shut as she leaned her head back, slowly relaxing into the bed.
He watched her face contorted in pleasure, his heart swelling with pride. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough. As she opened her eyes, he began to pick up the pace, his hips pressing against hers. "Mâso proud of you. Look at you, taking every bit of me.â
Y/N sent him a blissed out smile as her hand slipped between them, rubbing her own clit slowly as he fucked into her ass. There was nothing rushed about it, nothing frantic, and it felt good just to be. Her muscles relaxed, making it feel even better as his cock filled her hole. Soft moans left her mouth as she curled her other hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so he was close. âAre they the best holes youâve had?â
Harryâs face was lax in his own pleasure as he felt her tight ass clench around his cock. âFuck, baby,â he groaned, his breath hot against her lips. âThey are. So fucking tight, so perfect. Canât compare them tâanything else.â He kept up his steady rhythm, loving how her body moved with his. âYou feel so good. Can never get enough of you.â He whispered, brushing a stray hair out of her face before stroking her puffy lip. They were so pretty. Kissing wasnât something heâd thought much of before, but he hadnât kissed Y/N. She had changed everything for him.Â
âBetter than that silly ex wife?â She prodded, watching with a little smirk as she watched him think it over. Y/N had a feeling she was by the way be was acting, but she wanted to hear it.
"Way better." he grunted, his hips snapping forward. "Little minx, yâjust need to ask that, hm? No need to be jealous. She never gets tâhave me again. Only y-you." He stuttered as her hand moved around his neck and she squeezed down hard on him. "Her holes were nothing compared to yours, doll. Nothing."
Y/N giggled as she choked him a little bit, watching his eyes widen before pulling. It was obvious that while he was the big man in charge- she could have fun too. âThatâs what I like to hear. Iâll tell you a secret, Harry.â Her lips brushed his as she kept the grip on his throat. Her lips were swollen and sensitive, the coarse facial hair brushing it and making her want to moan. âNone of the boys my age have ever made me cum. They never fucked my ass. Never fucked me raw. And you did it all.â
"And I'm gonna keep doing it," he rumbled, eyes burning with lust as she kissed him. His hand tightened in her hair, tugging gently and pulling her deeper into the kiss. âYouâve got a man now, no need to think of those boys.You want me tâkeep being nice to you? Keep making you cum?â
âIf you keep fucking me like this, I do. Want my man to be so, so nice to me.â She gasped as he pushed all the way in, balls rested snug against her ass as he slowly humped into her, the comfort of the fullness making her fingers work harder on her clit. âGotta- Gotta prove you can keep up with me, old man. That you c-can live up to the hype. I like the bit of silver at your temples butâŚâ Her moan was broken as he pulled out and pushed back in, jostling her. âGotta prove why older guys are b-better for pretty little things like me.â
"Oh, I'll prove it to you," he growled, picking up pace as he pounded into her tight ass. She had no idea just how badly heâd needed her to walk into his life. Thank god she had. This was everything he had ever wanted. "And right now, you need me to wreck this little hole until you can't walk straight. You need me to show you how a real man handles his woman. I'll give you everything you crave, everything you need. You just have to let go and trust me.â The man had every intention of proving how much better he could be for her than she could ever imagine.
"Fuck, look at this cunt." He muttered, reaching down to spread her dripping pussy apart. "It's absolutely soaked, just dripping down. Love it, hm?â The smugness in his tone would usually make her scowl but there was no denying it. The proof was right there. It was undeniable. âYou're so turned on, baby. It's making it easier for me to fuck this tight little ass of yours." The glossy, hard flesh glistened with slick, dripping down onto the bed beneath her. His own cum intermingled with her own, making his movements smoother as he pushed in and out of her, coating her holes with their combined essence.
Her face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled back in her head as she whimpered in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Her asshole clenching and unclenching around his thick cock with each thrust, trying to milk him for all he was worth. Her body was feeling tingly, her legs trembling as he fucking into her ass, the sound of her arousal and his hips hitting her skin filling the room. She was completely lost in the pleasure, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensation of being thoroughly fucked.
As she reached the peak of her orgasm, he took over and began rubbing her clit with his own thumb, the sensation sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. She cried out, her pussy gushing as she came harder than she would have imagined being fucked like this. She was so overwhelmed that she could only hold limply onto his arms as he continued to pound into her, his thick cock stretching her hole as it thrust through the waves of her intense orgasm.
His face contorted, vein bulging in his neck as he struggled to hold back. "You feel too good, baby. I can't... I can't hold back any longer." His heavy balls drew up close to his body, ready to unleash another load inside of her. The feeling of her taut muscles milking him, the way she clung to him with every fiber of her being, it was too much. He was sensitive himself, but he wanted to deliver everything she wanted.
"Please, Harry...Please,come inside me... I wanna feel you fill me up. Want it everywhere." She panted, her voice desperate with need. Half of the fun of sex was seeing him lose that control he so easily held in all other scenarios. She wanted to make him feel just as good as he made her feel. He deserved it.
His restraint shattered at her words. "Fuck, you're gonna get what you asked for."
With a guttural groan, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and let go, his hot load pulsing into her hole in thick ropes. She felt each ribbon scalding her , marking her as his. "That's it, take it all... Thatâs mâgirl.â He kept cumming, his cock twitching as he filled her. Ribbon after ribbon filled her up until she was overflowing with his load, almost overwhelmingly so. He finally slowed, his chest heaving, before gently pulling out of her ass, his cock glistening with the evidence of their fuck.
With a sense of possessive pride, he watched as his cum began to leak out of her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs. It was satisfying in the filthiest way. Primal and caveman in every sense of the word, he loved knowing that he had done it. Heâd taken every one of her holes and made her his in the dirtiest type of way. He gently spread her cheeks apart, admiring the sight of his mark leaking from her. "Look at that... You're so full of me, Sâthat what you wanted?â
âMhm.â She smiled, slightly drunk on the orgasm and the fact that he had pushed her further than anyone else had before. it was a good feeling in her body, the beginnings of soreness and the calming heat of his hands as he caressed her the way he wanted. âExactly what I wanted. Think Mâgonna have to keep you around so we can do that again.â
âIâd hope so.â He laughed tiredly, pushing back down to take her mouth for another kiss. âIâm far from finished with you, sweet little thing. But I think Iâve ravaged your body enough. Think you need a bath and some tea, get you ready to sleep.âÂ
Aftercare wasnât something sheâd experienced in any other relationship either, but she realized now it was probably a Harry exclusive thing. He was phenomenal at it. A lot of things, honestly. He experimented with her responsibly, took care of her after every round of sex, checked in on her, made sure she was eating proper meals, and helped her with her career. Sheâd lucked out with him. Whatever his ex wife was thinking, she had no clue- but she wasnât about to waste a single bit of him.
âDo you have chamomile?â She asked softly, pecking his lips in return.Â
âWhat do you take me for? Course Iâve got it.â He scoffed, pinching her chin. âBut if I didnât, Iâd find some for you. Know itâs your favorite. Added it to the grocery list, along with your cereal, your rancid battery acid energy drinks, and the sweet and salty popcorn.âÂ
âItâs good battery acid, Iâll have you know.â She giggled, carding her fingers through his hair. He did have a bit of gray going on the temples but it was sexy. Just hearing how much he cared and put effort into the tiny things made her giddy.Â
âYeah, yeah. We can talk about your poison in the morning. Itâs time to get clean and go tâsleep. Tomorrow may be the day you write five thousand words. You never know.â
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Please, I have so much love for your fem!stan, please tell me your thoughts about fem!mulletstan, or fem!drifterstan. I once read a fanfic where Filbrick kicking out Stan was just a scare tactic, I imagine heâd have the same sentiment for a female Stan as well, but heâs too prideful to go get his little girl after it backfires and she doesnât come back home.
Meanwhile, Stanâs determined to prove sheâs just as capable as any boy after years of being undermined for being born a girl! Even so, sheâs not above using her feminine wiles to sling her FDA acknowledged merchandise, after all sex sells. Eventually she soon realizes that sex does indeed sell.
OOOHH Anon, tesoro, SAPESSI! You have no idea how happy your messages makes me, because youâre enabling me to YAP about my favorite topic, that Iâve been thinking about A LOT. Thank you so much! WARNING: Stancest is ALWAYS implied/established in my musings. The following lucubrations are no exception. In general, I think fem!Stan would get punished way less harshly than his canon male counterpart. Not that sheâs coddled or untouchable- Constance would get hit occasionally, if she acts way out of the line, by both parents. But, I personally donât think kicking her out would ever be a thing- not even as a threat: Given the time period/culture, the (horrible) assumption that throwing a teen boy out would not only be a punishment, but also a formative experience of sort- to make him self-sufficient- would NEVER be expected to apply to a girl. On the contrary: Constance would be perceived as someone that could NEVER be self-sufficient. Not only because sheâs the âgentle sexâ, but also because sheâs a weird, off-putting dunce of a girl, unlikely to get picked by a wealthy enough- or even honest man that would take care and provide for her. If we were talking about a version of this universe where the machine accident happens like in canon, Constance would receive a slap across the face, as a punishment for what she did, and a particularly heated, demeaning tirade from Filbrick, imo. Now, that said--- I have two main favorite divergences, Iâve toyed with, for fem!Stan's future:
1) A version where Constance did destroy Fordâs machine, on purpose, in a fit of anger, because sheâs subconsciously trying to get kicked out: rationally, she is aware how hard and scary it would be to run away from home, and that her family would look for her. But, if they HATED her, not only they wouldnât feel bad, theyâd also take the very hard decision for her, of cutting her out. But, what happens is that- they DO act like they despise her- but still, they wonât kick her out! Itâs an outcome so painful and so humiliating, itâs the final straw that makes Constance snap and run away- to basically become drifter!Stan. And, Fordâs resentment and hatred, in this version, not only comes from Stan taking away his chance to go to his ideal College, but also because she abandoned him! Off to live her indecent, dangerous life with some biker- probably- when if, had she been patient for a few years- had she truly loved him as she said- Ford would had been the one to provide for her- spoil her rotten, even. Like, this is a universe where Ford was THE only eldest son, with an implicit duty to be his sisterâs protector, and if you add in heâs been in love with her, too⌠In the 10-years-later reunion, Ford would have this incel-like feeling of pain and humiliation- because his baby sister at his door is wearing a miniskirt, and her hair is cut so short, and itâs evident sheâs not that innocent anymore. But still, as tired and battered by life as she is, Constance would still NOT be begging Ford to be her savior and mer-- and let him take care of her! [Complicated incestuous tension ensues].
Version number 2) Constance accidentally destroyed Fordâs machine, just like in canon- but doesnât get kicked out and- since sheâs a girl and Ford is more protective and softer, after some silent treatment, he forgives her. And actually, he uses what happened to his advantage, to coax Constance into following him to Backupsmore: "itâs gonna take him so much more time to become successful, now that heâs relegated to that college, meaning he and Stan would end up separated so much longer! Sheâd have to remain at Glass Shard Beach all alone, for ages! But.. if she followed him, she could get a job, a room apartment of her own, and⌠nobody would know them, over there. They could even date in secret." And, Constance would hesitate, because she dreads an unfulfilling future as her brotherâs accessory, but also, she is in love with him, and she inevitably internalized part of the sexism sheâs been subjected to for most of her life, so⌠she accepts. Even pumps herself up, gaslights herself into thinking itâs gonna be a fresh, exciting new start, away from her shitty small town. And indeed⌠Even if the twins enjoy the relative freedom of their romance, far from home, inevitably Constance feels unsatisfied, like she just switched the background, but sheâs still working as a waitress, doing nothing she truly loves, or feels good at. Thatâs when I like to imagine she ends up messing it up big time, by joining an MLM or something, in attempt to find her own success lmao. AND, itâs complicated, because she does find out she is actually GOOD at selling shit to people. This is her true calling! But, the business was scummy as fuck- to an illegal degree- and she ends up arrested for the first time. And, escapes from prison for the first time. Stan is a chaotic disaster, impossible to contain, in every universe. To make it short, once again the story goes back to its tracks, and Ford and Stan separate dramatically. Now, this version actually had a VERY angsty ship-focused sub-divergent version with Fiddleford involved, and a very jealous Ford. But I donât even know if youâd be interested in that, so Iâll stop here. ++++ I do love that part of your ask, about Stan realizing she can use her sex-appeal to her advantage... To imagine her seducing people into helping her/condoning her schemes is so fucking sexy~ I will think of a specific scenario, because damn.
#stancest#fem!Stan#genderswap#stan pines#long post#oh shit I really gotta go to bed#mmhh it's pretty late so if this whole ramble is a mess I blame lack of sleep#I still hope you'll enjoy reading
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hello lovely people in the tbhk fandom! how are we all doing today?
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Great! So in the chapter 112 leaks, we see this panel with shijima!
here she is! our favorite supernatural artist, looking perfectly alive and healthy! so pretty!
Unlike the other students, she's not wearing a uniform, or a tracksuit like Aoi is. Instead, she's dressed like an adult. I would say a teacher. (also shes lowkey buff now look at her arms) Anyways, she seems really tall, and she's holding a clipboard.
In addition, the students near her are holding up a poster they made, and they look really proud of it. You know what teacher I would show a poster I made to first? an art teacher.
Shijima died years ago, so her current age makes sense, becuase in this reset world, she probably didn't die. (thank god because shes so pretty ajwhgskajshg)
Anyways yeah Shijima is the art teacher at the school. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.
im gonna try not to talk about anything else because if i do i might start sobbing
#chapter 112 has made me so unwell#i cant even express it#idk if this theory is correct#but like i think it is#please add to this if you have more evidence!!!!#tbhk#toilet bound hanako kun#tbhk 112#jshk 112#jshk#jibaku shounen hanako kun#mei shijima#tbhk theory
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"Rule Britannia is out of bounds" - How England invented Great Britain
("Rule Britannia is out of bounds"- Life on Mars, David Bowie, 1971)
As promised, here is a more in-depth exploration of Wales' relationship to indigeneity or colonised status. And how England created the (political) concept of Great Britain when it formally annexed Wales in 1542. This is a long post but I will try and be brief where possible to do so. I graduated with a degree in Celtic Studies last year from Aberystwyth University so it's time to put that to use.
In my last post, I went over the groundwork for this conversation - so if you haven't read that one yet I strongly suggest you read that one first then come back to this one. In that first post, I establish the stickiness in claiming or applying the status of colonised onto the modern nation and people of Wales. I also explore how claims of indigeneity (intended to legitimise Welsh nativism through dubious claims of descent from the Iron Age Britons) are weaponised in modern political contexts.
With all that said - how does one categorise the suffering of Wales/its culture and language without straying into the language of the colonised?
Early Medieval English Imperial desire for Wales:
Very often, you will hear people make the claim that Wales was 'England's first colony' and that the other nations bordering England were guinea pigs for Britain's later colonial empire. My previous writing on this topic has established the difficulty in applying colonised as a term to Wales and its context. Which leads to the question of what do we describe it as instead?
For this, we need to make a distinction between colonialism and imperialism.
The two concepts are very similar (and do overlap slightly) but they have crucial differences which allow us to be more precise and succinct with our wording which aids both communication of the subject and quells misunderstanding through language which doesn't fit the situation.
Put simply, Imperialism is when one country, people or nation desires to extend power over another (usually a close-by or neighbouring territory) - especially (but not solely) through the means of expansionism.
Colonialism is also when a country, people or nation wants to extend power over another - but primarily through invasion and typically (but not always) against territories that are further afield and not immediate neighbours).
A lot of the way in which we view early British history in Wales is tinged with a kind of exceptionalism for what happened between England and Wales. Very often, what was done is framed as uniquely terrible for the time and held up as a poster child for the unique evil of England's expansionist desires. Yet all over Europe at the same time this was happening - other European nations and peoples were engaging in the same subjugator-subjugatee relationship. The exceptionalism present in framing Wales as uniquely suffering in this period is, unfortunately, borne out of the same British imperial culture which was thrust upon it and has become irrevocably entwined with culturally. It is a kind of British arrogance (which ironically crops up in anti-British arguments in Welsh independence activism) which presupposes nobody could have suffered the same or worse than they have, which demands the active ignorance of other, contemporary examples of that which they claim to oppose.
Wales was the first victim of English (later British) Imperialism - not its first colonial victim.
The build-up to and annexation of Wales by England:
Wales was annexed twice - once before the age of states and once shortly before that age dawned. The concept of states (as in, sovereign countries) didn't really exist until after the Treaties of Westphalia (1648). In which the concept of non-interference in the religious affairs of other countries (and other domestic affairs) was established and international relations was born. This is relevant to Wales' situation - as what England did to Wales happened long before the age of states began.
There was the Conquest of Wales by Edward I between 1277 and 1283. (Before that, the Norman Conquest of Wales by 1081). (However, the latter being conducted by the Normans is not necessarily equatable to the actions of England the country, which itself had only just been invaded by the Normans). And then the Laws in Wales Acts which formally incorporated Wales into the realm of the Kingdom of England in 1542.
The Conquest of Wales by Edward I overran the territories of the last Prince of Wales (from the Welsh monarchic tradition), Llywelyn the Last and divided the territories into Welsh Principalities and Marcher Lordships. This setup remained until 1542, when Henry VIII passed the Laws in Wales Acts and formally annexed Wales and made it (in all the legal senses) a part of England.
By the time international relations was in its infancy (i.e. shortly after the Peace of Westphalia) Wales had been absorbed into England for just over 100 years. The relevancy of this is that Westphalia had been about religious liberty - Henry VIII's incorporation of Wales into the Kingdom of England was partly informed by religion. Henry VIII had just broken away from Rome and established the Protestant Church of England, whereas Wales was still largely Catholic. The Laws in Wales Acts also replaced the language of the courts in Wales with English, cutting off monolingual Welsh speakers from legal representation. The language of worship became English instead of Latin. Wales was culturally assimilated into England over a long period of time. And that meant ensuring Wales followed the 'correct' religion and spoke the 'correct' language. After the Peace of Westphalia, these actions by Henry VIII to bend Wales to his new religion and to assimilate Wales into England would have been in poor taste or decried in light of the new Westphalian system that was developing in Europe. Alas, these events took place before then and temporally speaking, Wales was locked out of this recourse.
By contrast, Scotland was unified with England into the Kingdom of Great Britain in 1707 (after the Peace of Westphalia). England committed numerous acts of cultural erosion and destruction against Wales and Scotland at this time - but its Union with Scotland differs to that with Wales. Wales was incorporated into England, whereas Scotland was 'invited' to join a union between England (which then included Wales) and itself. Simplifying it greatly - like a marriage proposal in which the two spouses are *supposed* to be equals. After the Act of Union with Scotland, the whole island of Great Britain was 'unified' and thus the Kingdom of Great Britain was formed from two states - England (inc. Wales) and Scotland into one state.
Welsh Nationalism and Nationhood as separate from Statehood:
Wales and Scotland were the victims of English imperialism in many similar, but also many different ways.
Wales, having never been a 'state' was unable to acquire this status since it had long been incorporated into England by the time the concept of states had developed. Wales was unlucky in this way, because other nations on this island such as Scotland had managed to establish themselves long enough to survive into the age of states and thus became one. Because of this, Welsh nationalism cannot look to an era in which it was a free state because that did not happen. Instead, Welsh nationalism very often looks back with rose-tinted spectacles to Wales prior to Edward I's conquest and/or prior to Henry VIII's Laws in Wales Acts.
But nationhood and statehood are not the same thing - and it is the conflation of these two concepts (like the conflation of colonialism and imperialism) which has led to much of the confusion on these topics. Nationhood is acquired by a group of people who share several of these things: a common language, history, culture and (usually) territory. Not all of these things are required, but most nations have all or almost all of these qualities. Wales has a language (Welsh), a common history, culture and territory (Wales). Statehood is acquired by an association of people who have most or all of these things: formal institutions of government, laws, permanent territorial boundaries and sovereignty. Wales before 1283 very loosely had government and laws (monarchy and Laws of Hywel Dda) but had no permanent territory due to the conquest and lost some sovereignty in 1283 and total sovereignty in 1542.
Even if Wales had met all the criteria for a state in 1283, it would not have been eligible to become one - no nation in the world was able to do that yet because the concept (or proto-concept) for it would only be invented in 1648. Even England did not qualify for state status yet. Put simply, Wales got very unlucky with history and geography in such a way which prevented it from having a historical statehood post-1648 like neighbouring England and Scotland.
Naturally, when Welsh nationalism attempts to recall a past in which it was a 'state' - it is always an imagined and romanticised history. A fantasied history which generates ideas of the persecuted 'indigenous' Cymro where it shouldn't really be (in all seriousness, the injustices inflicted upon Wales by England are enough - extra additional injustices reliant upon a claim to to 'nativeness' do not need to be invented in order to be taken seriously). In the modern world, claims of nativeness in a European context are fraught, misguided, in poor taste and often copy the homework of the indigenous peoples those same European powers marginalised or colonised. In the modern world, a white Welshman claiming indigeneity is doing so in a postcolonial world and there really is no escaping that. Succinctly - the Welsh nationalist who relies upon a created sense of nativeness can only do so by drawing upon the work of marginalised native peoples living in parts of the world formerly colonised by Great Britain. To claim native status as a Welshman is to misunderstand and misappropriate history while wielding the language of the genuinely colonised while contributing nothing to it. It is purely extractive and a slap in the face of non-European native peoples everywhere. The pining for this return* to a prior point in Wales' history where it was a fully functional, sovereign nation populated only by 'native' or 'indigenous' Cymry is an alarming and ahistorical fantasy that all too easily slides into ethnonationalism and nativism -ancient or modern.
(*the choice of the word 'return' here is no accident - the desire to 'return' is inextricably linked to the alt-right dogwhistle 'retvrn' and it it is frighteningly common to see elements of that subculture crop up in Welsh nationalist calls to return to a point in Wales' history where it was 'sovreign'.)
Welsh nationalism which isn't vigilant to this kind of thinking very often will find itself arguing blatant untruths. For example, on the milder side of fake history, I've come across Welsh nationalist groups claiming symbolism from Owain ap Gruffydd's coat of arms - despite the fact he lived before the age of heraldry and he never used these arms because they were attributed to him later.
What next for Wales after 1542?:
Since Wales was fully and formally incorporated into the Kingdom of England by 1542, English colonisation of the Americas prior to 1707 naturally included Welsh colonists as well as English colonists. After 1707 Scots joined in with the now British colonisation of the Americas (both as/for/on the side of the Brits and as Scots fleeing Scotland after the Act of Union decimated Scottish Gaelic traditional culture). The Welsh, on the other hand, were more intimately involved with the colonisation of the Americas before that.
Though England spearheaded its colonisation of the Americas, Wales was not an unwilling participant dragged along by its association with and incorporation into England - Welsh colonisation, like Scottish colonisation, was often motivated by religious or cultural persecution - of which colonisation of another land was a possible solution to cultural loss in their home countries. Pennsylvania was settled by many Welsh Quakers and the idea of a Welsh Tract was floated to the Welsh settlers in 1684. The idea was to create a county which would operate in the Welsh language and serve as a vehicle for the preservation of the Welsh language. This attempt was not as successful as Wales' colony in Patagonia, Argentina in which native populations there were displaced at the behest of the Argentinian government - who needed the land settled and cleared. Welsh colonists took up this mantle and created Y Wladfa colony there in 1865.
Returning to the 17th Century - Welsh people were active colonists in the Americas during this time - motivated by saving the Welsh language and freedom of religion (especially the developing Nonconformist denominations of Protestant Christianity developing at this time). It was not so much that England was forcing Wales to participate in its colonialism, but that Wales has its own wants and ends for colonialism and was motivated entirely on its own grounds.
Back at home, Wales was still hard-done-by due to England - but two things can be true at once. Wales was a victim of English imperialism, but was also a perpetrator itself of colonial violence against Native Americans. England was no such victim of imperialism of any kind and the power dynamic for England had always been one rooted in absolute expansionism.
Summary and Conclusion:
With all of that said - if you were to ask point blank if I feel it is appropriate or okay for Wales to claim it was colonised by England and that Welsh people are in some way, more indigenous to the island than any other people living here - my answer would be no, I don't think it's okay.
I can't stop people from thinking otherwise, but I can reason that perhaps we shouldn't appropriate the struggles of people marginalised by the very nation we are talking about in order to craft a victimhood which is entirely unnecessary. Wales was a victim of English imperialism - but Wales was also an active colonising European nation. In the modern world, people are thankfully more willing to listen to the wants and needs of victims of colonialism - particularly victims of British colonialism in the Americas, Oceania and Asia. But I would warn against Welsh nationalism which seeks to capitalise on that increase in indigenous visibility in order to add legitimacy to itself (necessitating the crafting of an 'indigenous' narrative which did not exist there before). We live in the modern world where indigenous peoples are being taken more seriously than in centuries past - but that does not mean the only peoples hard-done by being taken seriously are colonised indigenous populations.
I believe it comes from a deep seated insecurity within Wales in which it is not uncommon to feel like Wales is being left behind because of all of this advancement. And this insecurity manifests as rejection of anything not obviously Welsh or demonstrably 'home-grown'. It's the national equivalent of a survival mechanism - but this is detrimental not only to the cause of Welsh nationalism, but to Wales itself. I've had people say to me (and I have read in historical sources from the last 100 years in Welsh) that the LGBTQ+ movement is actually an English invention created to erode Welsh traditional culture. Or variations on that rhetoric in which it is immigrants or other minorities which are made into this boogeyman come to destroy Wales and all Welsh ways of life. And it is so demonstrably not true but also bitter to see from the hearts and minds of my fellow Welsh speakers/Welsh people. Who have been hurt so much by the historical erosion of their culture that they confuse non-threats for threats and can only resolve to obtain some more legitimacy by appropriating the language of nativeness and colonisation in this ever changing world which, right now, is listening to native peoples for once.
It's difficult to put into words, even with all of the background knowledge above - but Wales is valuable and legitimate all on its own and doesn't need to rely upon things which isn't serving it - like ethnonationalism and nativism.
I want to live in a Wales which is uncompromising not only in its own fight for recognition and respect - but for other nations and peoples' fights for the same as well. I want to live in an independent Wales which is an ally to all those who share Wales' struggle and a Wales which rights the wrongs of its past without hesitation or compromise.
Would you rather a Wales for the few or a Wales for all who call it home?
#cymraeg#welsh#wales#cymru#ethnonationalism#cymblr#nativism#indigenous#native#indigeneity#nativeness#tags for relevance#celtic nations#celticist#I know there's so many more things I could say or could add but this post is so long already#granted it's evidence this conversation sorely needs to happen#so if you have any additions or thoughts please reblog or reply in the tags#and reblog this post so that more people have a chance to read it#diolch pawb#long post
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Evidence thread of Leiaâs stans being racist,xenophobic, and being generally awful human beings to and about Fatou:
Trigger Warning: Antiblackness, Racism, Xenophobia
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I've mentioned before that S.hi Q.ingxuan has codependent tendencies and usually said so in a light-hearted "haha yeah watch out she'll latch onto your muse like a leech" manner but it really is a major problem that sets her up for nothing but failure.
Everything she does, from the way she dresses to the way she handles her responsibilities, cries "look at me, look at me!" Some of it has to do with vanity and having been spoiled by her ge's attention, yes; she's pretty, she's kind, she's the lady wind master, so why shouldn't she be admired and adored? A good majority of it is just naturally how she is; even when keeping face, she's never once thought to hide the heart she so openly wears on her sleeve. If it were just those two facets of her personality, it wouldn't be so debilitating. But it's not. She does not know how to exist without being seen. It's not a lack of confidence in who she is as a person (she knows who she is- she thinks she knows -and she's so very confident in who she believes herself to be). But that confidence has a foundation based in there always being a hand to hold, always a back to hide behind, always a pair of arms to catch her when she falls, and if there's just one thing she knows how to do it's to be a persistent presence. Everyone needs someone else around, so it all works out quite nicely, doesn't it? She has no reason to believe otherwise.
#â â shi qingxuan ; â study â#man. man... goes from crying look at me look at me to crying don't look please don't look at me ever again#i think i have more to add.. i definitely do actually but brain spaghetti.#i'm 100% serious too it's a massive problem in canon AND in my other verses#all i got.. hough... i may be reading too far between the lines (i definitely am) but sqx has SO many attachment issues#it can be comedic at times but rlly it's just. sad. it's REALLY really sad.#i think alllll the time ab how sqx started passing those tests way too late#it's my strongest piece of evidence tbh#still largely reliant on 'ming yi' and xie lian's moral support but she FINALLY stands up to swd MULTIPLE times. BUT TOO LATE!#(i say this also knowing there's a lot to unpack with the shi sibling dynamic)#GIRL LET GO OF THE HAND YOU'RE HOLDING. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHOSE IT IS! (metaphorically speaking. ish.)#shi qingxuan my beloved. u are so doomed i love you so fawking much.
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whoooooos willing to go into the toh discord server and plop my silly little fandom survey in there because im too much of a pussy to do it myself <3
#jk I'll do it myself. eventually#im reluctant to use my actual discord account in there because what if i get hate or harassment or smthn#but i also don't wanna make a burner discord either#sighh. i should just go in with my normal account and hope I don't get kicked for. Idk something#I don't go in big discord servers man big servers scare me#ive been putting it off tho and while I have a decent amount of responses I want. More. As many as I can get#im still annoyed because i didn't think to add a question about age demographics until later so a bunch of responses dont have ages >:(#I do have a lot of interesting data!#i just have to. compile it all into something coherent#i have to remind myself that this is a little bit subjective so it's fine if I don't have like. A Bunch of specific evidence#i still want to try and collect screenshot of people being harassed over ships but idk how to even begin looking for that#tumblrs search function is shit#it's fine. ill figure it out.#lilac post#fandom#itll probably be fine i havent gotten any hate so far im just paranoid <3#anyways if you havent taken the survey you totally should <3#IF YOU DO SEND IT PLEASE TELL ME. BECAUSE I AM GONNA GET AROUND TO IT EVENTUALLY AND I WOUOD LIKE TO KNOW BEFOREHAND
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If somehow you havenât seen by now, while the Super Bowl is being aired, Israel is striking Rafah.
The people of Palestine had been told to go there, they were promised it was safe.
And while this is happening, even though earlier several tags on Palestine were trending, only one or two are now.
I havenât written any posts personally on Palestine myself. I didnât feel I had anything to add here aside from reblogging and boosting whatever I can but please. We canât forget Palestine or its people especially now.
This has gone on too long and gone much much too far MANY times and now is when we need to push harder.
Many of the heads of Western countries are either beating around the bush and wasting time, or outright denying the things the Palestinian people donât have the privilege to ignore. They donât have the choice to look away from their pain, or the pain of friends, family, neighbors, their country. And even through all of this theyâre still trying their damn hardest just to live. And we all need to listen.
So now, especially if you live in a western country like I do, now we step it up a notch. Now is the time if you havenât already to read up on Palestinian history. Listen to what the people of Palestine are saying. Hold firm on the boycott like never before. Any and every way you can donate, do it. eSIMs, aid, anything that will reach. Save as much evidence as you can. Videos, articles. Donât let Zionists pretend all of this never happened.
Even if you think thereâs nothing you can do, Iâm telling you, keep going. Even if you feel you can only give a little, if we all give a little together it becomes much more.
Hit imperialism where it hurts. In the wallet. Follow the BDS instructions, find protests in your area if you can, boost as much information about Palestine as you can find, call your reps, and do not lose hope. The people of Palestine are not dead. They are holding on even through all this and we all owe it to them to do the same.
A Free Palestine will happen in our lifetimes. But it will be hard fought. So go out there and fight hard! The governments canât hide from their own people forever. The companies canât bleed cash forever. The people will win. So push until we do. Do not look away. Free Palestine
#important#palestine#free palestine#social justice#gaza#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#free gaza#justice for palestine#gaza strip#palestinian genocide#israel#end israelâs genocide#endisraelsgenocide#end occupation#gaza genocide#end israeli occupation#end israeli apartheid#current events#jerusalem#free palestine đľđ¸#end israeli siege#I donât usually makes posts personally and I apologize for lack of links in this one#but seriously#boycotts can crack oppression and theyâve done it before#no more complacency#boycott israel#decolonise palestine#end israel's genocide#from the river to the sea đľđ¸#superbowl
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âBut what if you hate it?â
âI can tell ya I wouldnât, because itâd be yours.â
âOkay but what if you actually do really hate it, and you canât tell me because you just said that?â
âLove, ya donâ have to do this. I didnât wanâ this to stress ya-â
âNo! No, Simon I want to do it. Itâs such a sweet idea you had, Iâll do another one.â You finally decide, putting the pen back to paper, unable to bring yourself to actually draw.
âCould always take any oâ the ones from the bin.â He offers, nodding his head over towards the overflowing waste basket surrounded by crumbled up pieces of paper, evidence of your many previous attempts.
When SImon had brought up the idea of you drawing something for him to add to his sleeve to represent you, youâd jumped at the opportunity, loving the idea. However, youâd all too quickly discovered that you were having issues committing to the idea of what to draw, and Simon was refusing to offer any ideas, wanting the idea and design to be entirely yours.
Appropriate to his call sign, your first instinct had been to try drawing different versions of ghosts, but each one felt too cartoony, too childish, and you passed on that idea.
Then you thought you would draw your own little skull, something that could more easily be incorporated into the images and not be totally out of theme. But the next issue to come to light though, was when the connection between you brain and your hand apparently forgot entirely how to draw a skull, and you hated everything that came up on paper.
âSâthat a lightbulb?â Heâd asked at one point, and the skull idea was quickly out the window too.
From there, you were worried he wouldnât like any of your drawings, as you couldnât bring yourself to like any them either. Youâd both agreed to put a pin in it for the time being, and as the weeks passed, you nearly forgot about his request.
That was until, he came home with a plastic wrapping around his forearm.
âYou hurt?â You ask him, immediately spotting the darker bandages peeking out from the edges of his sleeve as he removes his jacket.
âNah, just got somethinâ done.â He replies, sauntering over to you, slowly folding up his sleeve to reveal more of his pale skin.
âHuh?
Instead of answering, he carefully unravels the outer layer of bandages, before slowly peeling back the bandage to show you the skin underneath, an overly pleased grin stretching across his face, chuckle bursting through as your stunned gasp echoes through your shared flat.
Forever on his skin, Simon has tattooed something youâd drawn in the first birthday card you ever gave him. In your handwriting, he can always glance down at himself and see both your and his initial with a plus sign between them, surrounded by a little heart with an arrow going through it. When youâd drawn it for him, never in a million years had you thought he would be etching the corny doodle onto himself permanently, but now, that same doodle is his favourite thing to look at when away on deployment.
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SOMETHING RED â ěąí
you thought when sunghoon finally found you heâd rip your guts outâ but no! turns out he just wants to be in your guts.
PAIRING: ghostface!sunghoon x f!reader
GENRE: smut, thriller
CONTENTS: stalker ex!hoon, dom!hoon, sub!reader, autumn setting, murder, brief desc. of dead body, chase scene, dub-con, knife/fear play, blood/pain kink, injury, degradation/praise, petnames: bunny/sugar, rough sex, oral sex, hoon grips readerâs neck but no choking, hair pulling, spanking, size kink, orgasm control, fingering, squirting, over stim, creampie, one neck bite, passing out
WC: 5.1k
NOTE: spooktober fic #1 đť yunah version of this fic here!
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âi had a really good time tonight, y/n.â your date smiles as you stand at your front porch.
âyeah, me too.â you reply, and youâre telling the truth.
after almost 4 years since you fled away from your hometown, and your ex (sunghoon, or rather ghostface, as the civilians like to call him), youâve finally gone on a date.
it honestly should have been perfect. it was a simple evening. you went for ice cream and afterwards walked around a nice park to talk and feed the ducks, appreciating the beautiful colors the trees are turning. your date is an absolute gentleman, he wonât stop smiling at you and laughs at all of your stupid jokes. heâs acted like nothing but an overall sweetheart the entire time.
and yet, thatâs the very thing that was wrong with the date in your mind.
it was simple, perfect, sweetâŚ
no tension or skip of your heart beat, no wondering what will happen next. there was justâŚno thrill.
you think sunghoon has really fucked you up. even after all this time youâre still comparing people to your ex. your crazy, obsessive, killer ex.
god, sometimes you even catch yourself wishing heâd pop up in your life again. but after you found out it was him who was killing all of the people in your life and town, anyone who he deemed as getting in the way of your relationship, you panicked and immediately called the police.
no one has seen him since, evidently. you certainly havenât.
but do you really wish you would? if he saw you again heâd probably kill you.
ây/n?â your date says gently, breaking you out of your stupor as you blink at the man in front of you, noticing how heâs gotten significantly closer than when you last noticed.
your porch lightâs obnoxious hum is the only other sound as he gazes at you, giving you a hopeful, prompting lookâ sort of like heâs expecting something. you think you know what it is, but you suddenly feel like youâve turned to stone.
âweâll go out again, right?â he whispers as his face inches closer and closer, smiling at you sweetly.
âiâllâ iâll text you.â you vaguely answer.
your date laughs again even though you havenât said anything funny, raising a single hand to gently hold your arm as he finally realizes heâs gonna have to take full initiative. puckering his lips, he leans into yours as he shuts his eyes. you donât do anything except let your eyes bulge out of your skull, before at the last second turning your head, causing his kiss to land on your cheek instead.
he pulls away while blinking widely in surprise, before his cheeks bloom a pink blush and he laughsââŚagain. itâs starting to be less charming and more annoying.
âyouâre so cute.â he says, thinking youâre just shy.
âgoodnight, y/n. iâll see you soon?â
âsure!â you lie. âgoodnight!â
you wave before immediately shutting your door.
you sigh tiredly, appreciating the beautiful glow of the moonlight that gently illuminates your otherwise dark house.
flipping the switch that lights your stairs, wood creaking beneath your feet, you walk to your bedroom. the nightâs air is fresh, and the soft sound of rustling leaves always helps you calm down. so you open your bedroom window, letting the gentle breeze spread goosebumps across your arms.
moving to your dresser, you grab a tank top and shorts along with some panties before going into the bathroom to take a shower. you sit your fresh clothes on the bathroom countertop, stripping off your dirty clothes and letting them pool at your feet.
when you get in the shower you feel your previous stress melt off of you with the warm water, all thoughts and worries forgottenâ temporarily at least. after about twenty minutes you step out, quickly wrapping a towel around you as the water dripping off your body and the chill in the air makes you shiver.
you move to grab your dirty clothes left on the floor to put them in the hamper, but your underwear is missing.
âwhat the heck,â you mumble to yourself, shaking out the clothing in your hands, checking if the item wasnât just tangled amongst them.
âlooking for these?â a voiceâ his voiceâ asks.
you gasp as your body jolts, feeling your heart spike in your chest when you look up to see ghostface standing at the bathroomâs open door.
heâs wearing his mask, signature big butchers knife in his hand as he twirls around your panties from itâs sharp point.
andâŚblood.
blood is on his hands and dripping off the weaponâs edge.
âyâknow, i expected you to still be anxiously locking all the entrances of your house for a while longer, but you stopped only a year into moving hereâŚâ he thinks aloud with sarcastic wonder, lifting up his mask to let his eyes drink in the image of you clutching your towel to your chest.
sunghoon lets your panties slip off the knife and drop back onto the floor before stepping closer to you.
he moves slowly, making your panic worsen as he corners you into the bathroom like prey. a small, frightened noise comes from your chest when your back hits the wall, sunghoonâs face closer than ever as you watch his lips raise into a smirk.
âcan you tell me why that is, bunny?â
your body trembles at the nickname that hasnât been directed to you in years.
sunghoon started calling you that after one of the first dates you went on, the two of you watched a scary movie and you criticized the characters who were so easily killed.
âdo you think you could do any better?â sunghoon had asked, smiling at you patronizingly yet fond.
âwell, yeah? they always get killed cusâ they do something stupid. like lock themselves in one room or crawl through a fucking cat door.â
âand what would you do?â
ârun.â you had simply answered.
âwell?â sunghoon drawls, hot breath puffing into your face as he stands practically against you.
his knife is still raised, gently grazing the tip over your cheek as his eyes follow the movement.
âwhoâs blood is that?â you struggle out, feeling the crimson liquid trickle down your neck.
âdrop your towel.â
âwâ what?â
âi said drop your fucking towel, y/n.â he grits, moving the knife to apply harmless pressure to your neckâ but itâs there, and itâs threatening.
the damp fabric lands with a thump on the tile floor, leaving your nipples to harden from the bite in the air.
âshould have left that window fucking shutâŚâ you whisper, but sunghoon catches it with his close proximity.
he steps back just enough to run his perverted eyes all over your body, weapon moving from your neck down to your breasts.
you inhale shakily, sunghoon chuckling under his breath.
âyes, you should have. although it wouldnât have mattered. i came in through the front door that you also conveniently forgot about.â he replies to your statement. âwhich brings me to my question that i asked first, why have you been leaving everything unlocked, y/n?â
you glare up into his eyes with wavering bravery, sunghoon finding you to look more like a scared, defenseless animal.
you donât speak, trembling lips pressing into a thin line. sunghoon slides the flat of his knife over your nipple, spreading the leftover blood across your skin and causing you to flinch as a small moan escapes you.
âyou missed me.â he states with suffocating confidence, seeing right through your facadeâ knowing how you really feel.
âyou still love me. donât you, bunny?â
he presses his chest against yours, the rough material of his shirt giving stimulation to your sensitive nipples as he moves the weapon back up towards your face. the steel blade swipes across your mouth, staining your lips red.
sunghoon tugs down your bottom lip with his thumb, rubbing slowly side to side before pushing inside your mouth. you take it without thinking, staring up into his eyes as you suck on his appendage, wincing at the steely taste of blood.
âstill such a slut.â he marvels fondly, eyelids drooping as his breath gets a little heavier. you bob your head just slightly, like you would do to his cock, and sunghoon reacts with a groan. your pussy clenches at the sound.
âwell, you didnât exactly answer my question, bunny. but since youâre so cute and helpless right now, iâll have some mercy and answer yours.â
he pulls his thumb back and you donât release it until it comes out with a wet pop, sunghoon groaning lowly before slamming his lips onto yours. he swallows your moans as his empty hand roams your body, fingers feathering over your bare pussy, trailing up to grope roughly at your breast before firmly wrapping around your throat.
you squirm. any shame has left your mind as you try and rub your cunt up onto sunghoon.
heâs playing nice for now it seems, pressing his jean clad thigh between your legs and letting you hump against him. you whine into his kiss as the denim makes contact with your clit, biting on sunghoonâs bottom lip unconsciously in pleasure.
he grunts at the slight pain, slapping your ass before gripping it roughly and digging his nails into your flesh.
you lick his bottom lip and suck on his tongue in apology, sunghoonâs nails retracting to rub soothingly over the skin that is now littered with red crescent cuts.
âgod, i love you, bunny.â he groans lowly. âitâs your dateâs blood.â
âhâ huh?â you gasp, eyes widening as sunghoon stares deeply into your eyes. âyouâŚdid you kill him?â
âdo you care?â sunghoon quips back cockily, but you recognize the tinge of jealousy in his tone. âhe was too soft for you anyway. you like it when someone is rough and makes you feel dominated, donât you? someone big enough to overpower you?â
he speaks in a dark tone, hand gripping your hip with possessiveness thatâs sure to leave a bruise.
your breathing picks up again, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotionsâ though youâre not sure what any of them are.
âfuck you, sunghoon.â you spit, the man maniacally laughing with clear amusement.
âsure, sugar, later. right now i think iâm in the mood for a chase.â
he says this as he steps away from you, leaving you confused as he stares at you expectantly.
âwell?â sunghoon lifts a brow, lowering the mask to cover his face completely again, gripping his knife a little tighter. ârun, bunny.â
fear settles its anchor in your stomach and you take off like a bullet, water and blood dripping from your naked body as you run down the stairs. thereâs only the sound of your panicked gasps of breath before ghostfaceâs heavy footsteps creak down the steps, coming right after you.
your first thought is to go the front door, but when you open it you're greeted with the massacred body of your date sitting in a bloody, gutted heap of red and pink mush.
you scream, immediately slamming the door shut as you choke on a gag that tickles up your throat.
ghostface makes it down the stairs, taking large but calm steps towards you as his knife gleams in the moonlight, black plastic eyes staring blankly at you.
âstop!â you cry, suddenly thankful for the wrap around layout of your house as you run right, out of the livingroom and into the hallway.
you can go to the kitchen, bedroom, or second bathroom.
everything is a dead-end except the kitchen, which has two escape routes to the outside: a latch window and the back door.
you quickly open the bedroom door to throw ghostface off and quietly sneak into the kitchen.
risking taking the time to carefully open a drawer and take a knife outâ just in case, you then hurry over to the back door and turn the knob.
thereâs the sound of something slicing through air before you yelp as it cuts into your hand, forcing you to jump away from the door.
âi wouldnât do that if i were you.â ghostface warns as he walks in, creepily melodic with how he speaks.
you look back at the doorknob, seeing his knife stabbed into the wood from the force ghostface threw it with, your blood splattered in a small area against the white paint.
ânow look at that, you made me hurt you.â he says with mocking sympathy, his dangerous tone making your knees feel weak with fear.
you keep switching your eyes from looking at the window to ghostface.
he just stands, watching with undivided attention as he can practically see the cogs turning in your brain, waiting for what youâll do next like heâs watching a mouse in a trap. (or a bunny in a snare.)
you suddenly run out of the kitchenâs second entry, ending up at the living room again and booking it up the stairs. you wouldnât have had time to make it out the kitchen window with ghostface right there, but maybe you can escape through your bedroom window. itâs already open, and even though your house is two stories, thereâs a tree right next to it that will shorten the dropâ if you can reach a branch without falling off the roof.
when you get to your bedroom ghostface is hot on your trail. you try to slam the door shut and lock it, but he presses against it from the other side right at the same time.
you push as hard as you can to shut the door, but ghostface has always been much stronger than you.
busting the door open, your body is flung backward as you land on the floor, knife falling out of your hands and sliding away from you.
you scramble on the ground to get it back, just barely grasping it in your hand before ghostface grabs and flips you over onto your back, ripping his mask off and letting it clatter to the floor.
âsâ stop it, sungâ sunghoon.â you struggle to get out from how your body and voice shakes, pressing your legs together in fear and ignoring the wetness between them as sunghoon cages your body with his limbs.
âoh, are you going to make me?â he challenges with no fear, the smile on his face clearly expressing that he doesnât take a word you say seriously.
âgo on then, bunny. take a stab at me.â
sunghoon drops his own knife from his hands, baring himself to your mercy.
your eyes widen, hands shaking as you pathetically raise the knife.
you look from his eyes to his vulnerable stomach that you could easily plunge the weapon into, and back up to his eyes again.
sunghoon slenders his gaze at you, as if to say âyou canât do it, can you?â.
you burst into sobs, dropping the knife and hiding your face in your hands.
sunghoon leans down to coo at you, running his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead.
âi knew you couldnât do it, bunny. iâve been watching you ever since you left town, and you know what i found out?â
you take watery gasps, wiping off your tears so you can look up at sunghoon.
you know the answer, even in your messy state. itâs apparent throughout everything in your life, after all these years and all the decisions youâve made.
âiââŚthat i nâ never stopped loving you.â
âthatâs right, sugar. couldnât even bear to kiss your date, could you?â
you shake your head, cries reducing to sniffles as sunghoon cups your face with his still bloodied hands, the liquid beginning to dry as it feels tacky on your skin.
âitâs okay, bunny. you were a good girl, so i wonât punish youâŚtoo much. as for himâ well,â
he laughs, but it sounds hollow, devoid of anything other than hate and rage. âhe got what he deserved.â
suddenly sunghoon is picking up his knife and hoisting you up, your waist thrown over his shoulder as you gasp in surprise while he walks over to the bed.
sunghoon takes a handful of your ass, admiring how it jiggles when he jostles it in his hand before giving it a hard spank. you whimper and push back into his palm, wordlessly asking for more.
âslut.â he chuckles under his breath, throwing you roughly on the mattress a second later.
sunghoon places his knife on your nightstand as you sit up on your elbows to look at him curiously. he practically devours your body with his eyes as he strips off his shirt, your mouth watering at the revealed expanse of his tapered waist and sculpted abs. you canât help but whine when he slowly pushes the waistband of his pants and underwear down, hard, huge cock slapping against his stomach wetly.
âmissed this, bunny?â
you only whine, feeling like the desparate whore that you are for sunghoon as you blatantly squeeze and rub your thighs together, trying to bring any sort of relief to your needy pussy. you practically feel edged by everything thatâs transpired so far.
âcome.â sunghoon orders, pointing at the floor in front of him.
you know what that means, quickly getting off the bed and on your knees, looking up at him with pathetically begging eyes. he only acknowledges you with a piercing stare, picking up his knife again as he moves it beneath your hairline, pressing the cold, flat side of its blade into the nape of your neck.
ânow suck.â
youâre eager, enveloping his dick into your watering mouth and pushing yourself as far down the long shaft as you can muster. you gag, sunghoonâs salty pre-cum making you salivate for more as you donât pull off, only trying to push his cock deeper down your throat.
even as your eyes squeeze shut, choking around himâ you donât stop.
not until sunghoon roughly pulls you off by the hair, a deep sound coming out of you as your mouth is suddenly empty, gasping and coughing while a string of saliva hangs from your lips.
âdid i say swallow me whole? dumb whore. suck.â
you immediately do as he says, apologizing with your eyes and pliant little hums around him as you envelope just the tip in your mouth, sucking on it delicately like a lollipop.
sunghoon bares his teeth at the teasing pleasure, watching your lips that are glossy with your own spit prettily wrapped around his big dick. you look so small and helpless like this: kneeling, naked, someone elseâs blood drying on your bodyâ as well as a little of your own.
sunghoon thinks youâre most beautiful like this. his slutty little bunny trapped in the snare heâs made just for you.
grabbing a painfully tight fistful of your hair, he slams your face against his pelvis. youâre reduced to choking sounds and sputters as you struggle to take the sheer size of him into your mouth, sunghoon continuing to catch you off guard as he starts bobbing your head up and down his shaft like a cock sleeve.
you cry and moan at the feeling of him using you like a cheap whore, your pussy throbbing with the need to be touched but being ignoredâ and it only turns you on that much more.
your scalp burns as sunghoon keeps yanking you by the hair, spit seeping out of the corners of your stretched lips and running down your chin.
âalmost forgot what a dirty slut you could be, bunny. fâ fucking shit!â
hearing sunghoonâs hard resolve crack, youâre hit with another wave of enthusiasm.
you swallow around him, doing your best to lick and suck whenever you get the chance between the harsh movements he controls you with. then you have an idea, and without a second thought youâre executing it.
moving a hand down to your pussy, you smear the generous wetness on your fingers, lifting them up to cup sunghoonâs balls, fondling them with ease thanks to your slick.
âgodâ fuck! good girl! thatâs a good little whore. choke on my dick while you make me messy.â
you feel like you could almost cum just from sunghoonâs words, the tingly pain at your scalp, and the full mouth of dick youâre taking. moans almost rhythmically come from your throat as your free hand goes down to rub desperately at your neglected clit, hips making trembling movements at the pleasure thatâs not enough while at the same time being too much.
âbunny, ohâ damn. you really like me fucking your mouth, donât you sugar?â
âmmâhmm,â you moan around him, sunghoon starting to snap his hips more aggressively. you feel his dick pulse in your mouth, a deep growl coming from him a moment later, signaling his soon release.
âyou ready for me, bunny? you ready for my cum?â
please, please, yesâ you want to say, but it only comes out as whimpers as his cock bruises the back of your throat.
your thighs begin to tremble as you feel yourself getting closer. sunghoon moans out, pressing his hips flat against your face as his dick throbs, pumping a huge load down your throat. that paired with the feeling of his knife pressing harder into your neck sends you into white hot ecstasy, shaking like a leaf and thighs clenching around your own hand as you ride it out on your soaked fingers.
sunghoonâs dick is dripping with your spit and his cum when he pulls out, still hard as a rock and catching his breath as he slowly jerks himself off, wincing at the painful pleasure after just cummingâ but not able to stop as heâs mesmerized by how much of the both of you there is, mixing all together with each movement of his hand.
sunghoon then looks over at you just as youâre pulling your hand away from yourself, groaning as he sees the wet webs between your fingers.
âget on the bed, bunny. ass up.â
your movements are clumsy as youâre still weak from the hard orgasm, but you want more, so you do as he says. sunghoon gives you a helping hand, making sure you donât fall as the both of you get on the bed.
sunghoon sits up on his knees behind you. your ass looks amazing in this position, and your legs are spread, completely unable to hide your dripping pussy from sunghoonâs hungry eyes.
you turn your head, looking back at him with fucked out eyes that ask for more. he smirks, placing both hands on either side of your hips before stooping low to go down on your sloppy cunt.
âohâ fuck, suâ sunghoon!â
youâre so turned on, and if you really think about it (which youâre trying not to), you probably shouldnât beâ not after what heâs done.
and yet, here you are, whining like a whore as the ghostface killer fucks your pussy with his tongue.
he canât get enough of your taste. heâs went years without it after all, and sunghoon finds heâs going feral now that youâre finally in his mouth again. he delves his tongue as deeply as it can go, paying attention to what movements make you cry louder. sunghoon makes sure to pull out and suck your puffy clit between his lips, proud at himself with how it makes your legs quiver, before shoving his appendage back inside your core and fucking it in and out of you.
âhoonie, please,â you beg, already needing release as youâre sensitive from your previous orgasm.
âno,â he barks, annoyed that he even has to separate his mouth from your pussy to speak, reconnecting with you immediately after.
you dare to whine defiantly at him, and sunghoon reacts by reigning his hand down on your ass.
the hit is hard, making your eyes widen and taking your breath away as the strength he uses on you is unexpected. you can feel your skin tingling and hot from where the slap landed, and somehow it just makes you feel even more needy.
sunghoon knows you liked it, he can tell by how your pussy is contracting around his tongue, making him smirk against you as he keeps eating you out with no mercy.
you wiggle your hips just slightly, side to side, unable to keep still as you just need more.
you feel sunghoonâs annoyed growl, the vibrations of it sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core. he spanks you again, right on the same spot as before. this time a sob is ripped out of your chest at the pain, your face burying into the bed.
âyouâre a bad fucking girl, canât even do what i want you to.â sunghoon grits as he removes his mouth and shoves two merciless fingers inside you instead, roughly curving them as his thumb rubs at your clit. the amount of pain and pleasure is equal now, making you want to pull away while at the same time, push closer. the sounds your pussy makes as sunghoon quickly moves his fingers are loud and should be embarrassingâ yet all you can think about is how good heâs making you feel and how badly you need to cum.
âhoon, iâ really i canâtâ canât take it!â
âoh youâll take it, bitch. if you want me to fuck you with my cock by the end of this.â
ânoâ yes! please, want your cock!â you blubber, the thought of not getting it making you feel as if you could cry at any moment, that paired with how meanly sunghoon treats your desperate little pussy, fucking it like he wants you to squirt all over the sheetsâ yet refusing to let you.
âiâll be good, hoonie! iâll let you do whatever you want, justâ let me cum!â
the man doesnât say anything, fingers not stopping as you feel his other handâs nails dig into the flesh of your ass again, leaving more claiming cuts into your skin.
âfine, filthy slut. cum.â
the relief and pleasure of finally letting go is too much, your hearing is reduced to a high pitched ringing, and youâre not sure if your eyes are shut or if your vision has blacked out.
when you come back to, youâre on your back, sunghoonâs hands all over your body as the look in his eyes looks like heâs truly lost it.
âhoon, canât,â you pant out as he starts lifting your limp leg to his shoulder.
but he doesnât stop, his frantic movements continue, only looking up at you with pupils you swear are blown out.
âyouâll let me do whatever i want, remember?â he speaks out roughly, his throat scratchy either from eating you out so vigorously or from being so turned on.
âeven if you didnât let me, iâd still do whatever i want with you.â he cruelly chuckles, smirking down at you. the points of his teeth remind you of a wolf.
guess you really are the bunny.
you whimperâ and youâre not sure if itâs from fear or twisted arousal.
tears fill your eyes as you watch sunghoon grab his huge cock, jerking it a few times to spread his cum. (not that he needs toâ you literally just squirted.) you can only imagine how big the stretch will be inside your tiny little pussy to fit his huge girth. youâve taken it before of course, but your insides are crying out in sensitivity, and your head feels foggy, like you could fall back out of consciousness again.
âplease, hoonie, pleaseââ
youâre words are cut off by your own agonized cry as sunghoonâs cock feels like itâs piercing your guts, pushing and pushing until heâs down to the hilt.
then he starts thrusting into you with enough power that it pushes your head against the headboard, your hands moving up to brace yourself as your hiked up leg tightens around his shoulder.
despite everything, you canât help the delirious moan you let out, feeling your pussy ooze more fluids you didnât think you had at this point.
âmy slutty little bunny, huh, y/n?â sunghoon almost coos, if it wasnât for how his teeth are harshly bared.
âmissed my big dick abusing your insides, didnât you, bunny?â
you sob, tears racing down your cheeks as your hole helplessly clenches and suffocates on sunghoonâs huge, unforgiving length.
âadmit it. admit youâre a dirty whore for me.â
âi amâ i am, hoonie!â you pant out breathlessly, each of his bruising thrusts feeling like they punch the breath right out of you. your chest aches from the big gulps of air you take. âmâa whore, such a dirty whore for you, sunghoonâ fuck, please!â
sunghoonâs pants almost match up with your own, his body starting to tremble as he moves to lean down on his elbows against the bed, the new position forcing your leg to stretch even furtherâ causing sunghoonâs cock to ram even deeper inside you.
âyouâre mine. you hear me, bitch? youâre fucking mine! donât ever think iâm gonna let you run away from me again.â
âoh godâ iâm cumming!â you scream, unable to even ask for permission or try to hold back as your body convulses with the waves wracking over your body.
the only thing that keeps the darkened edges of your vision from completely taking over is sunghoonâs dick driving into you, chasing after his own high as your pussy spasms around him. youâre almost too tight, your core literally unable to take his huge size anymore as sunghoon forces his cock in again and again, balls slapping crudely against you.
when he finally busts inside, sunghoon clamps his teeth down on your neck, the sensations overwhelming him as he fucks you full of his cum.
he doesnât pull out, even when your crying doesnât stop, he keeps your poor abused pussy plugged up with his full load by his huge dick.
once sunghoon catches his breath, he glides his tongue across his teeth, curious at the taste of blood in his mouth.
âhoon, you bit me.â you whine, pouting at him as you try to look where his teeth left bloody marks into the junction of your shoulder.
sunghoon sighs, and you can tell by the noise and how his eyes flit over the wound excitedly that it turns him on.
his tongue licks over the bite in apology, cleaning up the blood before pressing little kisses all over it.
âyou make me crazy, bunny.â he whispers lovingly, eventually pulling away from your shoulder to hover above your face.
you stare at each other silently, before you tilt your chin up, begging for a kiss with pouty lips and shiny eyes.
sunghoon smiles, those wolfish teeth still poking through slightly as he leans down to capture you in a slow, passionate kiss.
it tastes like blood and cum.
your blood and cum.
the realization frightens you only a little bit, the stronger emotion being some sort of sick arousal.
sunghoon might be crazy over you, but heâs definitely made you crazy as well.
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I've had a couple of messages over the last few days from folks saying things like, "Sorry, I can only afford to get your book through the library," and I need you to know I am gripping you by the shoulders, I am shaking you gently, and I am begging you stop apologizing for using library services.
After Amazon and Payhip, the quarterly checks I get from Overdrive/Libby are my biggest and most reliable source of income.
My readers have been nothing but feral in their quest to get Hunger Pangs into as many libraries as possible, and while library lending pays an exceptionally modest amount, if enough people do it (which many of you evidently are), those pennies add up.
I am guaranteed at least $20 a month in library lending royalties. That might not sound like much to some folks, but to me, that's my b12 supplements covered for the month. That's the thing I need to keep me alive paid for.
I will never resent anyone who uses libraries instead of buying books.
I'm a disabled author who lives month to month at the mercy of my medical expenses. Even though I have incredibly generous patrons and supporters, I know what it's like to not be able to afford things.
Use the library. Please.
Use it guilt-free. You're helping the library and the authors, probably more than you realize.
And if you're in the US and haven't signed up for a @queerliblib free library card yet, you should! it doesn't matter what state you're in, the Queer Liberation Library offers free access to their catalogue of queer media across the US.
And if you've got the means, maybe help them out with a little donation. They're only able to expand their collection via the support of their patrons, and the work they're doing is hugely important.
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So I don't know if anyone has been keeping up on this case, but I tried looking for posts on it and I've only found transphobic rants and comments. So just... spreading awareness.
There is an ongoing case in Australia currently (the hearing has concluded but the ruling has not been announced) where Roxy Tickle, a trans woman, is suing the Giggle for Girls app and its founder for $100,000, plus another $100,000. Giggle for Girls is a platform exclusively for women, and Roxy was banned from the app after joining.
The app already has a lot of problematic features on it. For example, any new user is required to submit a selfie-- a photo which is then analyzed by ai to determine whether or not the user is a woman. For Roxy, the ai wasn't the issue, however-- in fact, she used the app for several months with no problem. Instead, the owner of the app manually and purposefully overrode the ai, revoking Roxy's access to the app, because she saw her profile. She then refused to reinstate her account and blocked her.
The founder of the app, Sall Grover, has knowingly and persistently misgendered Roxy dozens of times in interviews, articles and posts. I have a chrome extension that shows if a website is queerphobic or not, and when I look up Roxy's name there are only two results not in red.
As well as this, the additional $100,000 dollars Roxy is suing for? That's because of an online campaign waged against her by Grover, who has a large platform on Twitter. Katherine Deves, who had been representing Giggle in court tried to get the case thrown out. And Grover quite literally called in evolutionary biologist Colin Wright to advocate for her case. He's giving evidence for the trial.
There is a fundraiser to "reclaim sex based rights and protections for all women and girls" created specifically for this case. It has raised over $500,000, and that number is still growing.
Anyways. I don't know if I was just the last one to know about this, but the fact that I even found out about this case was because of a post a terf made scares me.
If anyone else has any more information, please add onto this post! And if I missed anything, or said anything wrong, please correct me.
Thank you for taking this time out of your day.
If you want to read more about the case, I would check out these articles:
#this is not my normal kind of post but it needed to be said#11:11 make a wish#roxy tickle#roxanne tickle#tickle v giggle#transphobia#tw transphobia#court case
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â VENUS ASPECTS & your attractive features đŚ˘
these are just based on my observations and experience. donât take it seriously, and take what resonates. [more applicable with the easy aspects]
âď¸ sun-venus: you have an easygoing and likeable aura that makes it easy for people to connect with you. your sincere love for making connections with others is evident, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. the natural charm you possess is a noticeable aspect of your personality, adding to your social popularity. when interacting with others, you show tolerance and acceptance, always striving to maintain a harmonious environment for everyone. also, your graceful manner and excellent sense of style are prominent, leaving a lasting impression on people you come across.
đ moon-venus: you have a motherly, comforting energy, regardless of gender. you are kind and nurturing, making the atmosphere around you calm and peaceful. thereâs something unique about how you make others feel safe and cared for, showing that you naturally understand and respond to their needs. you are known for being warm and loving, making connections with others through friendliness and genuine affection. you work hard to have positive relationships, and your charming personality makes others feel comfortable around you effortlessly.
đŁď¸ mercury-venus: you have a calming voice, and youâre skilled at speaking with the right words and have a good sense of how language flows. your way of communicating is marked by being polite and diplomatic, and you express your ideas thoughtfully. your sociable nature and excellent social skills make it easy for you to connect with others. also, your artistic talents are evident, and youâre good at giving compliments and advice. your expertise in literary works adds depth to your communication skills, making you a well-rounded and engaging communicator.
đĽ mars-venus: your allure goes beyond mere appearance; itâs genuinely charming. the way you move, whether itâs dancing or engaging in sports, adds to your appeal. you possess a pleasing figure and athletic prowess, showcasing noticeable muscles. your enthusiasm for connecting with others shows a vibrant and fun-loving personality. adventure is a constant companion as you actively seek it out. thereâs a natural inclination for artistic endeavors in you, passionately engaging with them. overall, thereâs an intriguing quality about you that captures attention, making you popular.
â jupiter-venus: your upbeat and friendly personality has a way of making people feel drawn to your positive energy. you warmly welcome others with your generous and honest nature, and your big-heartedness leads you to give a lot to those you care about. what makes you even more charming is your great sense of humor and love for fun, which make you naturally attractive to those in your social circle. your ability to share positivity and connect with others, combined with your giving nature, creates strong and memorable bonds with the people around you.
đŞ saturn-venus: you carry yourself with composure and respect in your interactions, demonstrating maturity and creating a sense of security for others. people place their trust in you due to your reliable and grounded nature. you are loyal and dedicated, making you a trustworthy and committed person. your sense of elegance and sophistication is evident in your appreciation for aesthetics and good taste. there is a blend of grace and softness in your beauty, marking you with a distinctive and appealing charm that sets you apart.
đ uranus-venus: your natural inclination for spontaneity and unpredictability brings a lively and dynamic vibe to those around you. this ability to embrace the unexpected not only keeps things interesting but also injects excitement and different perspectives into situations. your love for change is another aspect of your character, enabling you to infuse a sense of freshness into people and spark their curiosity about you. your personality, marked by its erratic nature, adds to an electrifying and eye-catching presence, making you stand out easily.
đ neptune-venus: you are a talented person who thrives in a variety of creative pursuits. your gentle and kind nature has a calming impact on those around you. imagination and sensitivity play crucial roles in shaping your character as you perceive the world through a dreamy and idealistic lens, consistently recognizing the best in everyone. your compassionate and empathetic nature makes you approachable, and you often go out of your way to help others. your energy is particularly captivating, exuding a soft and tender beauty that reflects your personality.
đˇď¸ pluto-venus: your character is marked by passion and depth, as you wholeheartedly give, creating an unforgettable presence. your intensity is palpable, and your emotions resonate strongly, impacting not only yourself but also those you encounter. you may naturally come across as upfront and confident, leaving a strong impression on others. your distinct and captivating features shine, especially when embracing a fierce and darker style. very charming; thereâs a magnetic quality about you, surrounded by an aura of mystery that captivates and entices those around you.
#astrology#astrology observations#astro community#astrology community#astrology notes#astro notes#venus aspects#venus astrology#astrology venus#venus#astrology aspects#astrology blog#astro#sun aspects#moon aspects#mercury aspects#mars aspects
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Beating the Heat while Fat: A Summer Survival Guide
Summer is (almost) here and itâs going to be hotter than ever. If youâre fat (like me), you know how much hot weather sucks. Specifically, we get to deal with fun issues like underboob sweat, chub rub, skin fold sunburn, and more. And while I like to take a body neutral approach to everything, this can be hard in summer thanks to exclusion and neglect.
The thing is that not a lot of people really... talk about these things, though, because that would interfere with our image of summer. Not a lot of companies are marketing their stuff as a solution to fat peopleâs problems, because that would be acknowledging that fat people might actually want to go outside during summer.
Having been fat for many a summer now, I want to share some of my resources for enjoying summer! These are all based on personal recommendations and things I have directly experienced. Please feel free to reblog and add on with your experiences and recommendations!
However, if your commentary is even remotely fatphobic, you will be blocked and your comments will be deleted. This post is not for you, and nobody is actually interested in what you have to say!
Back and Underboob Sweat
Two words: Gold Bond. Gold Bond fixes this. It comes in powder, stick, and spray form. Iâve used the powder in shoes, but not on my body. Theyâve recently released an invisible form of the spray, which Iâm very excited about.
Spray this under your breast tissue or other skin folds, or on flat areas of skin like your lower back that tend to sweat. Some of their powders have aloe in them, which is delightfully soothing for the skin.
Make sure that if youâre sensitive to scent, you buy one of the unscented versions. The âfreshâ scent is nice, but it is a scent!
When youâre using this type of spray, do it clean but dry. Donât do it right after a shower- give your skin a chance to dry off. Lift your breast or skin fold, spray underneath, and then hold it for a couple of seconds to let the spray dry down.
You can also use other types of powder, like body powder or baby powder. Thereâs mixed evidence about talc-containing powder and its link to cancer, but some people do find talcum powder more irritating than talc-free powder, so whether or not you use this is up to you.
Do keep in mind that this is NOT sunscreen! Apply your sunscreen first for areas of exposed skin.
Chub Rub
Dealing with the tops of your thighs rubbing together is extremely unfun. There are a couple of ways I like to deal with this!
Slip Shorts
I actually reviewed a bunch of these a few years ago. Slip shorts or bike shorts are perfect for wearing under dresses or loose-fitting rompers as a way to stop your thighs from rubbing. As a bonus, if youâre using bike shorts, sometimes they come with extra pockets to stash stuff in.
Friction Sticks
If youâre wearing a swimsuit and donât want to wear shorts, or just donât want to wear shorts, period, then a friction stick is another good way to avoid chub rub! I have a couple, Bodyglide and Gold Bond.
If youâre buying Bodyglide, they have one thatâs just as good, Bodyglide Outdoor, that is sometimes cheaper. Thereâs a Bodyglide âFor Herâ which Iâve never tried, but thatâs usually more expensive and letâs be real, do you really need to moisturize your inner thighs? I think not!
Thereâs also creams you can use but I find those messy and less effective than the sticks. You might like them, though! Experiment with products to find the one(s) that work for you.
Friction sticks can also stop foot blisters. Rub a little on your heel, toe, or wherever you get hot spots.Â
Dealing With Sweat
I sweat, you sweat, we all sweat. Humans were meant to sweat. Sweatingâs a good thing. But that doesnât mean itâs fun, and frankly I hate being sweaty. Typically, fat people sweat more than thin people, for several reasons related to the way we thermoregulate.
Fortunately, there are lots of ways to make summer sweating less annoying. Iâve written about this before, so you can check out that post for some of my favorite tips for dealing with sweat. Hereâs some of the highlights.
Evaporative Cooling
A bandanna or other wrap filled with water crystals can do AMAZING things. You can make this yourself really easily- if you canât find water crystals, you can just use Orbeez. They sell little 99 cent packs of those in the checkout lines at some stores and at the dollar store, and you can make several cooling wraps with one packet.
You can also get evaporative cooling towels, like Frogg Toggs. I donât like those as much because they tend to start smelling a little funny, but theyâre great for larger area coverage.
Using these will help cool you down and will do the same thing that sweat doesâ without being sticky.
Hair
If you have long hair, get it off the back of your neck. I used to put it up in a bun with a bun former, but now I just use claw clips. Theyâre cuter and easier! Seriously, this will help you so much. Get the hair up and away from your skin, youâll feel so much better.
Hand Fans
I always have a hand fan with me, but not one of the little battery operated ones. Iâve tried a lot of those! I even took one up a mountain once, and it was the only reason I survived. But they never provide the same level of breeze that my folding fan does.
I use this one because itâs cute, and you can get cute ones for a couple bucks on Amazon. I do prefer fabric to the stiff paper ones, just because theyâre a bit more durable- Iâve had mine for years now. Itâs good.
Iâm also not a huge fan of those fans that go around your neck, but Iâve seen many people enjoying them. If they work for you, great!
Hydration and Electrolytes
Carry water with you when you go places, and if youâre gonna be out for a while doing anything strenuous, take some electrolyte tablets with you. I like Nuun because I think they taste good, but thereâs lots of brands out there.
Thereâs no one mineral called electrolyte, just so you know. Electrolytes are a group of minerals that includes sodium, potassium, and chloride as the primary (or significant) electrolytes. Electrolytes are important because they have a natural positive or negative electrical charge when dissolved in water. This electricity is how your nerves transmit information and how your cells make your muscles contract, so low levels of electrolytes can cause some serious issues. Different electrolyte imbalances have different symptoms, but common symptoms include nausea, fatigue, confusion, tremors, muscle spasms (cramps), and dizziness.
If youâre feeling those as youâre moving around outside, get somewhere cool, drink some water, and either eat some food or add electrolyte tablets to your water. This will help stabilize you quickly!
Skin Fold Sunburn Prevention
Everybody should wear sunscreen, period. End of story.
But if you���re applying sunscreen by yourself and you have skin folds, it can be a pain to reach them! This is especially true for any folds that form on your upper back or around your upper arm.
These areas can burn and be very painful, especially if youâre in swimwear or a sleeveless top. Itâs also VERY easy to forget that these areas need sunscreen!
If you donât want or donât have someone to help you apply those areas you canât reach, spray sunscreen can be a way to get those areas. If you donât like the spray or want heavier coverage with a cream, then use a lotion applicator!
If the stick style doesnât work for you (like if you have shoulder mobility issues), the strap style asks for a different range of motion. If you canât find one that works for you at a big box store, look at a pharmacy. These are often sold as disability aids or for elderly people with a reduced range of motion.
But honestly, one of the most important things about this is just knowing your body. Know where your skin folds are and think about how they move as youâre applying sunscreen. Get underneath them- as you move, those areas can be exposed to the sun, too.
So yeah, thatâs my best advice for beating the heat while fat. If youâve got other tips, feel free to share them!
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â° donât give me that look | l.at oneshot
pairing: switch! producer boyfriend! anton x sub! f. reader
đ¨ââđż ââđłââđšââđŚââđŽââđłââđ¸ ę SIZE KINK, kissing, lap sitting, tit & clit play, anton records a sex-tape in the studio, unprotected sex (back shots), roughly 1.8k words ⌠!?
a/n: for @antonitty and her delusions - hope u like it bae !!
You sat idly on the studio couch, admiring your boyfriend from afar as he silently toggled with the sound desk, mixing a few rhythms.
Crossing your legs, you eyed him up and down, taking in the view of his focused frame.
âYouâre pretty good at flicking and twisting those knobs, yâknow?⌠I wonder how nice itâd be if you used that same energy to please meâŚâ
He let out a soft breath, eyes still trained on the soundboard as he spoke, âBabe, you know Iâd rather spend time with you⌠I just have to produce this track sample before tomorrowâŚâ
âAnd then?âŚâ
âIâm all yours,â he finished, flashing you a promising look through his shaggy bangs.
âFineeee,â you agreed in a sarcastic tone, slightly rolling your eyes at him, âbut can you let me try something on the record first?⌠it might helpâŚâ
Anton quirked a brow, turning to meet your face with his own intrigued one, âYou mean like⌠singing?â
You simply nodded in response, just before promptly getting up from the couch to sit on his lap at the music desk.
He didnât know what to do with his hands now that you were this close to him, so he simply rested them at each arm of the spinning chair.
âYou might even learn a thing or two from me if you pay attention,â you went on, knowing that heâd smile at your playful words.
âGo ahead then, superstar⌠blow me away,â he whispered tauntingly, keeping his thighs firm as you adjusted yourself on top of him.
With his headphones secured around his head, Anton prepared himself to hear whatever it was that you wanted to add to the track project.
Pressing the red ârecordâ button, you let the instrumental play for a few moments as you got a feel of the beat, this one sounding more R&B compared to his usually chill rhythms.
You started by toggling in a few bass notes on the drum-pad, watching Antonâs reflection in the soundproof screen ahead for any sign of reaction.
So far, he only bobbed his head slowly, still anticipating your next move.
Thatâs when you picked up the mic, bringing it to your lips and letting out the most pornographic moan you could muster.
Antonâs hands flew from the chair arms to take off his headphones, reaching forward to pause the track recording as you suddenly burst into a fit of giggles.
âBabe, what the hell?â He blushed, covering his face with one hand as butterflies rushed through his stomach, the sound of your moan replaying in his mind over and over, âthis is serious, yâknow?â
You turned around in his lap, taking in your boyfriendâs shy demeanor as you fought to hold back the laughter growing in your chest.
âWhat? Was it bad? I can do better if you want me toâŚ,â you pouted, batting your eyelashes at him as he put his hands behind his head, slightly smirking at you despite the evidently nervous red flush of his cheeks, âyou can even help me...â
âDonât give me that look, ____,â he sighed, voice sounding a bit more raspy while still maintaining its usual softness.
Was it nerves?
Was he horny?âŚ
Either way, it didnât matter to you because he sounded so fucking hot right nowâ
âWhat look?â you pressed with a feigned expression of innocence before very intentionally wiggling in his lap a bit.
âLike you wanna be fucked,â Anton said with a wince at your actions, letting his eyelids fall slightly while looking down at you with a clenched jaw.
You couldnât believe those words had left his mouth so smoothly, his confidence alone causing you to squeeze your thighs together, already feeling so eager for himâŚ
You couldnât handle it when he behaved so switchy with you⌠starting off all shy before gradually becoming more and more bold.
His eyes eventually wandered back to the soundboard, so you took it as an opportunity to change the subject.
âYou never told me if it was bad or not,â you started in the silence, mind just now becoming aware of Anton slowly getting harder beneath you.
âWell,â he hummed, letting his hands leave his head and slip down to your hips, âit was a solid 50-50, if Iâm being honestâŚâ
You scoffed dramatically, an offended hand flying to your chest, âHow so?â
âBecause⌠I always love the sounds you make for me, but not when you force themâŚâ
His grip on your hips was firm now, holding you in place before just barely rocking you against his lap in skilled motions.
Despite the simplicity of his actions, your body started to feel dizzy with desire, mind fogging up as his clothed tip continued grinding beneath your core.
âAntonââ
âShhh,â he interrupted, the feeling of his breath below your ear making you internally shiver, a feathery yet steady groan escaping his lips.
âCan I try something now?â he asked breathlessly, even though the question sounded more like a declaration than a proposal of permission.
âMhmm,â you nodded submissively, eyes feeling heavy as the warmth amongst your bodies only grew, thanks to how stuffy the studio was.
Clicking the sound desk back on ârecord,â Anton slipped his headphones over your head, feeling himself get even hotter at how cute you looked in this moment, his chunky earmuffs barely fitting around your much smaller head.
By now though, Anton had easy access to your lower half, given the high-pleated-skirt you decided to wear that day.
You almost felt like half of your body escaped to another planet when Antonâs touch started to wander lower, his hands practically covering the entire expanse of your exposed thighs given how big they were.
His breath remained steady in this moment, despite how his heart kept stuttering like a broken record.
Or perhaps, a sexually excited oneâŚ
The subtle movements of your legs helped Anton to shimmy your panties down past your hips, all the way down to your ankles, and eventually the floor.
You sat with your soaking wet core atop your boyfriendâs lap now, two of his fingers soon finding your clit in slow, circular motions.
The thing was, Anton had finally let his intrusive thoughts win, having wanted to get a genuine recording of your moans for a while.
The idea always meddled in the back of his mind whenever you pranced into the studio while he was working on beatsâŚ
However, the only issue now was that you were feeling a bit shy with the recorder on againâŚ
âCâmon baby, lemme hear you,â the boy nearly begged, words sounding a bit mumbled with the way he was kissing along your neck.
âI know you want to,â he taunted, free hand sliding up to grope your left tit while his other hand continued toying with your pussy, âno wonder you wore this slutty skirt for me todayâŚâ
His voice⌠it practically intoxicated you⌠the way it sounded so pure yet so condescending at the same timeâŚ
âF-fuck,â you stammered with a moan, furrowing your brows as his fingers applied pressure to your clit, the other hand slightly pinching your nipple as he knew just how to get you to those pretty sounds that he wanted out of you.
âGood girl~,â he whispered in a cooing manner, âbut I know you can do better than thatâŚâ
He guided you to stand up on your wobbly legs, his fingers meddling with your slick as he towered behind you.
And although your ears were still muffed with his headset, you could clearly make out the sound of his belt unbuckling with tingly clinks, your pussy only pulsing with need.
Before you could even beg to be fucked, you felt one of Antonâs hands hike up your skirt, the other forcing your back to arch over the sound board as his hard length pressed between your folds.
He was way too fucking big, but part of you liked the idea of him potentially breaking you.
It wasnât easy, but your boyfriend eventually slipped himself inside, letting his tip tease along the ridges of your heat before picking up the pace, the soft pants and occasional groans from his body sounding loud and clear thanks to the headphones you wore.
There was also something about hearing your own moans so audibly on top of his⌠hearing how he turned you into a whiny mess so easilyâŚ
Antonâs hazy eyes met your fucked out reflection in the glass screen ahead, your own vision wandering off to the sound wave reader on his music board.
The way itâs lines heightened with each desperate moan that left your sweaty bodies did nothing but crazy things to the knot tightening in your stomach.
âTouch me, Anton,â you practically whimpered, voice coming out in small hiccups given how hard he was pounding into you.
His hands were already so tight around your waist, but your whiny request let him know exactly where you wanted him⌠where you needed that extra intensity.
He went to grope your tits, lifting your body away from the sound board with ease as the sight of his flexed biceps nearly made you drool.
The pace of his hips remained fast and controlled as he continued fucking into you, the tip of his cock reaching so deep that youâre sure you felt it in your belly button.
Looking down, Anton saw that the recording had reached just over 3 minutes, despite how your pussy desperately clenched around him, a clear sign that you were close to finishing.
His mouth was full of saliva, not even remembering to swallow given how pleasure drunk he was right now.
And somehow, you caught onto this, turning your neck at an angle and guiding his plush lips to kiss you, only a few seconds passing before he inserting his tongue, grunting into your mouth.
âYou sound so pretty, baby,â he said in between kissing you sloppily, right before taking his headphones off your head and tossing them on the couch, still connected to the music desk by a thin black wire, âlistenâŚâ
He whispered the last word against your lips, maintaining the most gentle look in his eyes as he kept bouncing your ass on his cock.
You meant to say something, but the weak cries of pleasure kept stalling your speech, the words becoming a jumbled mess in your head.
Antonâs strength helped to hold up your shaky body just as you felt your release gush around him, a bit of it seeping onto his thighs as he continued thrusting.
It didnât take long for him to cum after that too, a beautiful series of moans spilling from his lips as he panted over you, letting his hand slide away to end the recording.
The screen read â5:18sâ before Anton reached over to save the track, leaving both of you shocked that you even finished that fast togetherâŚ
Still a panting mess, your boyfriend held your hips close to his, letting his weight fall back in the spinning chair with you on top of him.
âWe should totally do quickies in the studio more often,â you huffed tiredly, leaning back against Antonâs chest as he hugged you close, still inside your pussy.
âNot that Iâm disagreeing with you, but maybe after I install an air conditioner in here, we can plan something,â he smiled, not even bothering to wipe the sheen of sweat from his face that inevitably kept your hot bodies clung together.
Your hand found his, fingers idly toying with the rings he wore as he adjusted himself beneath you, âI should probably let you get back to work now since Iâve distracted you enough alreadyââ
âLetâs just stay like this for a little longer,â he interrupted, almost yawning at how comfortable he felt buried inside you in this moment, âplease?â
âOf course, superstar,â you replied playfully, nestling into his warmth and letting your eyes fall shut as you listened to the sound of his gentle heartbeatâŚ
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This is my first official post, and idk how to feel about it. So any and all comments & reblogs are really appreciated. If itâs bad please comment so I know I have to delete itđ
Your secrets are ours, Kid
Yandere BatFam x Reader â CH1 -> CH2 -> CH3 -> CH4 -> CH5 -> CH6 -> CH7 -> CH8 -> CH9 -> CH10
Nightwing, whoâs known for his impressive acrobatic skills and crime-fighting abilities, has become a prominent figure in the city of BlĂźdhaven. Renowned for his fearless approach to taking down criminals and has gained a notable reputation among the superhero community.
The guy's identity is a complete mystery, though. Nightwing works alone, leaving many of us to wonder who the man behind the mask really is. â Some say he has connections to Gotham Cityâs own famous vigilante, Batman.
When the young hero is seen in action, he can be often spotted leaping from rooftops and engaging in daring acts of superheroism, leaving criminals and citizens alike in awe of his skill and courage. Some question if he's a human or something more, while others simply look on in admiration. Despite the secrecy surrounding his identity, Nightwing's reputation seems to grow endlessly.
Then thereâs Red Hood, the dark and brooding vigilante of Gotham City, a fearsome sight to behold. His red mask and signature pistols make him easily recognizable, and his actions leave criminals trembling in terror.
Some have speculated him being a former criminal reforming his ways while I believe that he too has ties to our one and only Batman. Despite his dark demeanor and ruthless tactics, it seems clear to me that there is a connection between the two. There has been a lot of evidence submitted for their collaboration, even if they choose to deny it publicly. Though, Batman, known for his strict code of ethics, would not typically associate himself with someone as morally ambiguous as Red Hood. But the circumstantial evidence is too compelling to ignore.
Regardless, Red Hood's impact on the criminal underworld is undeniable. He uses violence and intimidation to enforce his own brand of justice, which is rather admirable, yet causing many to question his brutal methods.
Next up is our one and only Batman himself, the dark knight of Gotham City. Heâs a mystery in itself. His tall, imposing stature is enough to strike fear into the hearts of criminals, and his reputation as a master detective and fighter only enhances his mystique.
I have been trying to piece together the puzzle that is Batman's identity. Who is the man under the mask? What drives him to take on Gotham's criminals with such determination?
Though the billionaire Bruce Wayne has long been suspected as the man behind the mask, no concrete evidence has ever been presented. His true identity remains a puzzle, something that adds to his allure and intrigue. Every lead I follow seems to hit a dead end. The playboy is too obvious, too niche. What would motivate a Wayne, someone brought up into filthy wealth, who wastes his money on grand galas and prostitutes, into defending this city? The theory is too far reached.
Next are Red Robin and Robin. Batmanâs sidekick-associates. Their partnership with Batman has been evident in their actions and fighting style. However, a rumour has been running around, theorising that the newer Robin was a young child when he had first joined Batman at his side.
Would our beloved hero really force a minor into sighting the dark dangerous streets of Gotham? Would he_
As you sat uncomfortably at the countertop of your kitchen, typing away on your laptop, you were suddenly interrupted by the unexpected sound of someone clearing their throat. You look up from the bright screen to see your roommate standing in the doorway, arms crossed. You raise an amused brow, a grin tugging at your lips at the sight of the other male in pyjamas rather than the usual broody black clothes and leather jacket. You click save and shut off the computer, turning fully to face him. âYes, Jayson dear?â
Jasonâs nose scrunches at the name, even as he stands in the doorway wearing nothing but a thin, well-worn shirt and pants. He looks like a child, which is somehow more than a little endearing. His eyes flickering up and down your frame as he appraises you. Despite the relaxed state his attire provides, his expression is as serious as ever. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of the worn flannel pants heâs sporting, but it does little to make him look anything other than intimidating.
He raises a brow, tilting his head as he looks at you, watching you save your work and then turn to face him. âDonât âyes, Jayson dearâ me, smartass.â
You snort, moving off of the chair and stretching out, the cracks in your back loud enough for him to purse his lips at. âWell arenât you sour this fine morning.â
Jason scoffs, narrowing his eyes. âItâs four am.â He mutters, crossing the kitchen to get to the coffee pot. He doesnât really need the caffeine, but he likes the routine. He grabs a mug from one of the cabinets, filling it up with black coffee. Heâd just snuck back in after his patrol, not expecting to see you up.
âAnd Iâm not sour,â he says a bit petulantly, taking a sip of the coffee before setting it aside. âIâm concerned.â
Your brow raises higher, turning to the worn down clock practically glued to the wall from all the times youâve both hit it to get the ticking sound to shut off. Itâs a digital, why does it need to make such an annoying sound? âHuh. I guess it is.â
He rolls his eyes, not at all surprise that you would lose track of time so easily when you got lost in your writing. âYeah, you do that sometimes,â he grumbles, taking another sip of coffee.
He looks you over, studying you intently as he crosses his arms. âHow long have you been working?â
You hum, looking out the window into the polluted skies of Gotham. The sun had risen. âWhat answer will make you the least angry?â
âNone of them,â Jason says, a scoff escaping his lips. His jaw twitches slightly as he watches you stare out the window, and he canât help noticing how tired you look. Heâs seen you like this before, pushing yourself to the brink just to finish a project, just to get everything perfect.
âHow long?â he asks again, his voice a little softer this time.
â...â you sigh, looking away from the window to face him once more. âAll night.â Before he can open his mouth to reprimand you, you cut in. âBut! My project is due today. And Tim will decapitate me if Iâm late on another assignment...â You rub the side of your face tiredly, displaying an uneven smile.
Jasonâs annoyance melts away into concern as you speak. He can tell youâre exhausted, and the thought of you pushing yourself so hard for so long makes him want to wrap you up in a blanket and force you to take a nap.
But he canât do that. Not when youâre an adult, not when youâre not actually his little sibling. Yet. He settles for crossing the kitchen and putting a hand on your shoulder. âYou need to take care of yourself,â he says firmly. âYou wonât be any good to your professor if you pass out from exhaustion.â
You grin softly and give a tired nod, fishing out your phone to check the universityâs time table. âI only have to go in at nine forty.â
âAnd then you only have to endure a full day of classes,â Jason says dryly, narrowing his eyes. He gently takes your phone out of your hand and tucks it into his pocket. âNo more work until then.â
Your eyes widen at the action, quickly scrambling to get the device back. âYouâ Jay!â You huff, leaning back against the hard counter. His gaze set sternly on you. You feel small under his gaze, as if heâs your father disappointed in you for stealing a tenner.
Jason crosses his arms once more, his eyes never leaving your face. Looking like the definition of a disapproving older brother. âNo,â he says firmly, his voice stern. âYou need to rest. I canât have you passing out in the middle of class.â
He takes a step closer, looming over you as he stares you down. âYouâre gonna take a nap, and then youâre gonna eat a proper breakfast. Got it?â
You can do nothing but glare. Cursing under your breath and walking past him. Youâll have to complain to Tim about this later.
He watches you stalk past him, a smirk on his face. He can practically hear you swearing at him in your head. He takes a moment to finish off his coffee before following you into the living room.
âWhat, no clever comeback? No witty remark?â he teases, leaning against the wall and watching you storm into the living room. âAre you actually listening to me for once?â
You make a show of laying down on his red beanbag, tugging the blanket off of the couch to drape over your form and throwing up the middle finger at him.
Jason canât help but chuckle at your childish display. He moves towards you slowly, stopping when heâs close enough to look down at your face. He crouches down beside you, a smirk on his lips. He places your laptop on the table opposite you and your phone next to it.
âReal mature, kid.â He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He ruffles your hair then stands, descending back into the kitchen. âIâll wake you up an hour before you gotta leave, donât worry.â
You sigh, mimicking him in an exaggeratedly high pitched voice. âIâll wake you up an hour before you have to leave, mehmeheh.â
No use of y/n, currently gn leaning towards male.
Things to note: reader is unaware that the Batfamily members are related yet, age is young adult (19-20), everyone is aged up.
Any questions or feedback is appreciated.
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