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livelaughlovesubs · 9 days

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NINIII!! I have a tiny little incy wincy request :3 … ermmm how abt making dazai wear a maid dress and then fucking him afterwards ?? (｡>\\\<｡)

And a little over stimming wouldn’t hurt.. ( ´ཀ` )

Again, sorry if I’m bothering u!! Don’t gotta do this request if u ain’t feeling like it! Have a great day nini, love uuuu!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

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Heyyy 🎀 anon! Good to see you again, I haven’t heard a lot from you lately though :< anyway, thanks for the support and the idea, excuse me for a second. JAKOAKSKA DAZAI IN UGHH MAID DRESSES AHHH, SO CUTE OH GODDDD

Dom!reader x sub!character - reader is gender neutral

Warning: teasing, hair pulling, lingerie, role play (master/ servant), touching inappropriately, clothed sex? (A tiny bit)

Edit: this ended up being sexual tension without actually getting to the fucking part - ig it’s cuz I write dick in dick out too often so I like writing the foreplay aspect more :’)

“What’s this?” You asked, curiosity peeked when you saw dazai hiding behind a locked room. He’s been staying there for at least 15 minutes now with the door shut tight, leaving you clueless. “It’s a surprise~!” Whenever you’d ask questions related to whatever he was doing, he’d give the same reply. Did he really need to make this so mysterious? Today wasn’t even a special day, so why was he being silly again?

Defeated, you sighed and simply went to the kitchen to grab something. Then you made your way over to the couch, deciding to wait until he’s ready. There wasn’t much you could do other than this. Another minute passed, and you finally heard the sound of locks getting unlocked. Your eye went immediately to the door, staring with anticipation. To your surprise, it was actually him. It took you a moment to properly grasp the situation.

There he was, standing in the door frame all confident like always. This wouldn’t have been surprising if it weren’t for the nice looking outfit he wore, which was a maid costume? A black top with long sleeves paired with an ankle long skirt in the same colour, as well as a white, pretty extravagant or frilly apron. The apron hung from his shoulders and has been tied around his waist, creating a ribbon behind him. He also had a headband on his head, along with some gloves. The outfit would have looked professional if it weren’t for the many excessive ribbons decorating the dress, like the ones on his sleeves or headband, as well as his heels.

It’d be an understatement to say your jaw dropped and you were flabbergasted. Sure, you had some ideas what he could have being doing in that room, and this idea has come across your mind before. Even so seeing it in person was still shocking to say the least. With his usual confidence he carried himself over to you, which was impressive even if the heels weren’t that tall. He stopped in front of the couch and did a few twirls. The dress fluttered around in an elegant fashion, captivating your attention.

“It looks great..” you whispered, eyeing him up and down. The outfit was really pretty and refined, it gave off high class vibes. “Of course it is, I picked it out for you,” dazai said with a smug look on his face, before kneeling down and resting his head in your lap. Despite the reality, you had troubles believing dazai really brought this. Knowing him, he would have gotten something more erotic instead of settling down for elegance.

For a while, none of you moved. He kept nuzzling against you while you stroke his hair gently. Until you grabbed his wrist and slipped your index finger inside his gloves. “There must be more to why you wore this, no?” The brunette didn’t have an ounce of surprise on his features, he has been expecting such a reaction from you. “There is no deeper meaning to this, did you wish there were some?” At the same time your hand kept advancing, though he let you do so without any resistance. Now you were slowly slipping the glove off of him. Those were latex gloves, how mischievous of him, or should you rather say thoughtful?

You shook the glove in your hand a little, getting rid of the folds. He watched you do so, revealing a moment of vulnerability to you. Making use of that small frame, you suddenly tugged at his hair, making him throw his head back. “Err..?” A small yelp left him, this position made him arch his back too. The headband fell off and his eyes were now glued to your hand holding his glove. Since when was it so close to your lips? It was your dominant hand too.

Slowly, without rushing it, you put on the glove, all while tugging at his hair with your other hand. Then you bit the end of the fabric and pulled it down, wearing it. Your gaze didn’t leave his for a moment. Noticing how he had a slightly dumbfounded expression. “What’s wrong, dazai?” You cooed, though it almost seemed like you were mocking him. Before he could say anything in opposition, you continued, “oh dear, stand up, or the outfit might get dirty.” What a roundabout way of giving him orders.

The male obeyed, standing up slowly and leaving the headband on the floor. With each moment spend here in your presence, the tension seemed to increase. He grabbed the end of his apron, waiting for your instructions, smiling excitingly. “You know you can just order me around, master.” Dazai teased, wanting to push your buttons. This game of tug was balanced, none of you wanted to fold first. “I’m just your maid after all.” He added, now holding the skirt and raising it, giving you a small glimpse of his legs while he bowed. Stockings. You saw stockings. Was he perhaps wearing lingerie underneath it..? It’d make sense, considering how long he took in that damned room.

“Haha..” you chuckled a little, he seems to have caught onto your little challenge. The hint you dropped was too obvious huh? If that’s the case, time to speed things up. Once again you surprised him, this time by grabbing his waist and changing your positions. Pushing him down to sit on the couch while you were hovering above him, pressing a knee against his clothed crotch. “Hmm~! Hey now.. that’s not fair.” He gasped, breathing heavily. “I’m your master, not a fair player.” That answer seems to have shut him up. His hands grabbed your leg, you weren’t sure what he was trying to do. Moving your knee away or pressing it down?

Nevertheless you had to move it out of the way for your next move, so you did that. A disappointment whine followed from the male. “No need to get all needy already, I’m just getting started.” You smirked and your weaker hand held his dress up, revealing the real surprise he had been hiding. “Ops~ I guess you exposed me~?” He grinned, as if he didn’t plan this from the very start. Your prediction was right, he did wore some nice looking undergarments for you. Black lace covered his smooth legs, up until his thighs. From there on it was attached to his panties by a string, all of it black and laced.

“The fabric is pretty uncomfortable you know?” Dazai voice his thoughts, pulling a pitiful facade. Of course you knew what he was implying, which is why you deliberately ignored it. He just loved this power struggle between you two. Even though he knew exactly where his place was, he just wanted to rile you up. Without answering his previous statement, you moved your hand to his back. At least you tried, the apron was preventing you from doing so. That’s why you settled for his sacrum, caressing that part gently before moving lower and groping his butt.

A squeak filled with anticipation escaped him, feeling the latex rub against his skin. Soon the cheeky smile turned into a seductive one, melting with pleasure all due to your touch. His entrance clenching while his dick slowly got hard, rubbing against the cute panties. How he wished to just beg you to fuck him senseless, but that would spoil the fun, no? Yet all this foreplay was making him impatient~ what should he do? In the end, he settled on whispering with a pleading tone, “oh, master, please make this servant dirty.”

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Part two!

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It’s Not What It Looks Like - Eloise Bridgerton/Reader (Bridgerton)

request: “can you make like a eloise bridgerton and her lover get caught?” - anon

a/n: very excited to have the time to be writing again, happy days -- set at beginning/mid season 2 ig?? also regency homophobia? pft the bridgertons are above that shit (mostly... so this is a sprinkling of regency homophobia warning ig but more gay pride really !!)

back to new fresh writing from this year (how is it 2024 wtf) - word count is almost 6k yo + no editing because i do not want to

The two of you giggled like little children as you raced one another up the stairs. Eloise pulled on your arm in an attempt to overtake you but you just about managed to beat her to the spot - despite her cheating tactics.

You tangled your fingers with hers, holding onto her hand as you opened the door to her room, “We should cause a nuisance to your Mother more often.” You looked over your shoulder and made eye contact as you spoke, grinning mischievously.

Her cheeks turned a sweet rosy colour as she mirrored your smile, letting go of your hand in favour of wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, her hands rested on your hips.

“Hmm, what a punishment to get sent away to be together.” Eloise expelled an over-dramatic sigh before letting out a light laugh. “After all, we are just doing what we’re told.” She shrugged innocently and moved around you, sitting down and landing on her bed with a bounce.

You laughed, letting your gaze linger across her room, acquainting yourself once more with Eloise’s own space and all the small things that had changed since you were last here, “It seems extremely unlike you to ever do what you are told, my love.” She rolled her eyes with a smile, before patting the space next to her.

“Come here, sit.” She smiled and shifted slightly to the side, “Perhaps close the door first.” You let out a small laugh and turned around, gently pushing the door shut.

Turning back to Eloise, you quirked up an eyebrow and smiled, taking a few steps back to stand in front of her, “Is the door shut so we may have further deep discussions about the poetry you leant me? Because if so-”

As soon as you were close enough, Eloise interrupted you and pulled your body between her legs, pressing against her front. Before you could try to finish your sentence, El had her hand resting on your jaw and had pulled you towards her to kiss you.

Her kiss was, as always, full of emotion and meaning, though today it was also a kiss with a hint of urgency. You let yourself relax into her as she kept your body firmly against hers in as many ways as possible - craving your touch.

You pulled away gently and rested against her. She closed her eyes and smiled, “I must admit to wanting to do that for the longest time.”

Putting your hand back under her chin, you whispered, “You may do it again, if you so wish.”

She wrapped her arms around you, rolling and pulling you onto the bed so you were lying on top of her and she giggled, peppering your face with kisses.

“We should be careful, my love.” You said, pursing your lips and glancing at the door as you pushed yourself up. El sighed and pulled you back against her, a slight pout on her lips.

She jutted her chin up slightly in defiance and her pout gave way to a soft smile, “Maybe I do not want to be careful.”

You let out a small snort and gently raised an eyebrow again, “Hmm,” You pressed a few soft kisses to the corner of her mouth, before moving yourself so you were laying next to her with your legs still across her lap - ignoring her protests. You felt something crackle beneath you and moved to grab it and, upon realising it was the newest Whistledown, you held it out to Eloise, “Did you read the latest gossip?”

She groaned lightly in frustration at your distraction tactics but humoured you all the same, rolling onto her side and propping herself up on her elbow, “I may have been distracted half way through. It arrived just before you did.” Her hand came to rest on your stomach and she gently traced her fingers over the material of your dress.

“Where did you get to?” You asked, the gossip already opened as you re-read the pieces you had seen earlier in the day. Eloise raised her head slightly to look at the paper in your hand and gestured to the third paragraph of the first page.

“Perhaps around there?” She shrugged slightly.

Your eyes widened, “Oh, but you completely missed the best bit!”

“Read it to me?” Eloise asked, looking to you through her eyelashes. You smiled, blushing at the intimacy of the moment.

“Surely there are more romantic things for me to read to you?”

She just hummed and rested her head against your shoulder, “My heart is so full for you that anything you do makes it beat faster.”

“You’re very soppy, you know that right?” The blush on your cheeks increased tenfold and you couldn’t resist pressing a soft kiss to her lips, brushing your noses together before moving back slightly.

Before you could get another word out, Eloise’s door burst open and Hyacinth fell into the room, a broad grin on her face. Her eyes skipped around the room, looking for the two of you, “Hello? Sister, please - please may I borrow your silk ribbons for m-

You did your best to scramble up and put a bit more platonic space between yourself and Eloise, “H! Good afterno-”

Eloise lazily rolled over, glancing over her shoulder to see her sister, “Hyacinth? Go away. We were in the middle of-”

Hyacinth cleared her throat and had already begun retreating backwards out of the room, her face bright red, “Oh... I didn’t- Sorry, excuse me.”

Your heart was beating faster now and you called out in an attempt to stop her. You wanted to try to explain that it’s not what it looked like at all, “H, wait-”

“Don’t, just let her go. Stay here with me.” Eloise took your hand and tried to pull you back into her again but you resisted this time.

“No, El, what if she tells someone?”

Eloise sat up next to you with exaggerated effort and huffed, “What would she say? Besides, I still want to do this...” She leant towards you, her hand brushing against your hips as she gently connected her lips with yours, “And you were going to read to me?” She whispered, mere inches away from capturing your lips with hers once more.

“What would she-? Really, my love? What would you say if you were to see... the Duke, for example, practically straddling your sister?”

“Straddling? We weren’t straddling, we were just- It’s not...” The realisation dawned on her as she looked at you and considered the close proximity - her hand on your lower stomach, your legs tangled together. Her face went pale as she whispered, “Oh, fuck. Hyacinth! Sister, it is not what it seems.” She untangled herself from you and jumped off the bed, gathering her skirts as she chased after her sister. “Hyacinth!”

You took a second to panic before pushing yourself off the bed and you followed El out the room, almost crashing into her back on the landing outside, “Where has she gone?” You asked El, who shrugged and you could see the similar panic in her eyes, mirroring your own.

“Mama!” Hyacinth’s voice drifted to you from below. Your head snapped round to the stairs.

“Bloody hell!” Eloise muttered under her breath, running around you to get to the stairs. She thundered down them and, if you weren’t worried about Hyacinth, then you would have laughed at her complete unladylike stomping.

Hyacinth’s voice wailed again as she looked around for her family, “Mama!”

“Oh my, whatever is the matter?” Violet’s voice joined the mix once Hyacinth had found her, evidently exasperated with all her children’s drama.

“It was Y/N and Eloise! They were... together.”

It felt as though there was an audible eyeroll before the two of you heard a response, “Well, yes, I sent them both upstairs to talk about their books and other such stuff. They were too loud down here with all their... chatter.” Just as she finished talking, both you and Eloise hurtled around the corner and into the sitting room, in which the whole family was sitting.

Eloise quickly - and loudly - voiced her objections to whatever accusations she had been picturing her sister making, “Mother, whatever Hyacinth has just said... she is lying. She is withholding the truth from you, as she often does, and-”

Hyacinth’s nostrils flared slightly in annoyance, “I do not!” She interrupted, frowning over at her sister, who quickly (and childlishly) responded right back.

“Do too!”

“Eloise, be kind to your sister.” Lady Violet quickly put her hands up to signal for the two sisters to stop talking and to find some kind of peace, “Besides, she has said nothing but that the two of you were talking.” She shrugged and began to turn back to the rest of the family but Hyacinth piped up again, more confusion and irritation lacing her voice this time.

You quietly and quickly prayed to any deity listening that Hyacinth’s words wouldn’t be utterly discriminating, you still had a chance to wriggle your way out of any current accusations.

“No, I don’t mean talking.” Hyacinth rolled her eyes and her cheeks turned red, “Mama, you must believe me. They were... together!”

Violet let out a deep breath and shrugged apologetically, “Darling, I do not know what you mean.”

You clear your throat and try to shrug nonchalantly, but ends up an awkward flail, “No one does- I mean, it’s fine. Let us all go back to what we were doing, how about that?” You try to move the conversation on - desperately, you must admit.

Simon raises an eyebrow and tilts his head ever so slightly at you, you blush and shake your head. This immediately causes a smirk to break out on his lips, which he clearly does his best to suppress or to hide but this just brings Daphne’s attention to him. You are sure your blush is a permanent feature now.

“Hyacinth, you always cause such a rush and a chaos, running down here to announce nonsense. What do you mean ‘they are together’?” Daphne herself chooses to chime in, frowning at Simon with a questioning glint in her eye.

Eloise lets out a breathy chuckle and shakes her head, “I rather think she means nothing, so-”

Anthony sighed deeply and in an over-exaggerated manner, leaning his head on his palm before snapping, “No more breath need be wasted on this subject. They were together, so what?” He shrugged, clearly bored of the conversation and fuss, and dropped his hands to his knees.

Eloise brightened up and gestured towards him as she looked and nodded to the rest of her family and then focused her gaze back to Anthony, “Well said, brother!”

“Eloise!” Colin gasped and you did all you could to suppress a groan of disbelief. Anthony immediately straightened in his seat, a fresh interest lighting up his eyes.

“What?” She looked to you with slight alarm, sensing she had done something wrong.

“Agreeing so vehemently with Anthony? I never thought I’d see the day!” Colin leant forward, looking between Anthony and Eloise. He shrugged, raising an eyebrow, “Well, if my suspicions weren’t first raised by Hyacinth screaming the house down - now they well and truly are.”

Eloise took a deep breath in and shuffled her feet slifghtly before rolling her eyes, “Sometimes... I occasionally might agree with what he has to say.” She folded her arms tightly across her chest, staring defiantly at Colin.

“No, you don’t.” Anthony challenged, bringing everyone’s attention back to him.

Eloise frowned and gritted her teeth, “Yes, I do.”

He let out a scoff, “No, I am sure that you do not.”

“I simply insist that I do!”

You let out a small sigh and sunk down into the armchair next to Simon and Daphne. Simon sent you a glance that, at first one may think was sympathetic, but, upon further inspection, showed he was clearly enjoying your public annihilation. You just glared at him, which made him simply smile. Infuriating man.

Colin stood up between the two of them and gestured to Eloise, “Now look! You can’t even agree as to whether you agree.”

“So, what, pray tell, is going on?” Daphne raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Simon and clearly clocking the looks you were giving one another.

You reluctantly cleared your throat, deciding now was a good time to take the heat off from Eloise who was clearly struggling, “I promise, nothing untoward is happening here. We were just playing games, weren’t we H?” You smiled over at Hyacinth, begging her with your eyes to just go along with it.

Hyacinth’s eyes lit up, “Like Daph, and the Duke!” You audibly groaned this time. This kid would not take any hints.

VIolet hesitated, her eyes flitting from one daughter to the next, Hyacinth to Daphne to Eloise, before letting out a confused- “What?”

“They were together... like them!” Hyacinth looked slightly triumphant as she pointed across to Simon and Daphne.

Simon raised an eyebrow and shook his head before muttering under his breath, “Oh, no. Please don’t drag us into this.” You wanted to turn to him and stick your tongue out, but realised that was probably not the best move to play in this very moment.

“Well, I rather think we should let the two in question answer us.” Daphne stared pointedly at the two of you.

“Here, here!” Simon quickly chimed in, wearing another annoying smirk on his face as he looked at you.

You were about to attempt to protest but as you opened your mouth Eloise defiantly piped up, “Fine.” She shrugged, as nonchalant as she could be.

“What?” You asked in a low voice with a bit of urgency, looking up at where she was standing above you.

You locked eyes and she nodded, clearly trying to convey a message (of which you had speaking slowly. “Y/N and I were...” She hesitated and you started to panic, knowing you had to come up with something in order to save her.

“Arguing.” Eloise said at the exact same time as you interjected with- “Dancing.”

Eloise swirled back around to look at you, “Dancing? Why in the heavens would we be dancing?” She all but hissed and you looked at her with equal confusion.

“Your sister and her husband dance together... I don’t know?” You rolled your eyes before gesturing at her as you stood up, “Better, in my lowly opinion, than arguing.”

“I had a plan! If you just let me say it then we would be fine right now.” She lowered her voice - as if that would stop everyone (who all had their eyes glued to the pair of you) from hearing your conversation.

You shook your head, “Eloise, you were floundering!”

“I was not.” El all but stomped her foot, “I was... pausing for dramatic effect.”

“No, you always do that long pause whenever you are moments away from coming up with a lie. Everyone knows that!” Your voice rose slightly and you gestured to everyone in the room. In your peripheral vision, you could see Daphne raise her eyebrows before nodding. Even if you couldn’t keep the two of you a secret any longer, at least you had the vindication of winning that single point.

You watched as Eloise tried to come up with a rebuttal but, as already established, you were clearly correct. You grinned at her, utterly triumphant, and she just sighed before fondly rolling her eyes and letting her own smile mirror your own.

A clearing of the throat broke the brief silence and Colin’s voice soon followed, “It doesn’t take a genius to understand that the two of you are clearly lying but... really, Y/N? I mean, I must agree. Dancing? Eloise doesn’t dance lest she makes Mother believe she wants to be married off to the unlucky suitor.”

Eloise quickly shifted her glance to Colin and frowned, “I dance.” She insisted at the same time as you moodily grumbled out, “We dance.” and sat back down. To which Colin simply raised an eyebrow and opened his palms.

“Well, in that case, maybe Mother should marry her off to you.” He said and, seconds later, his gaze shifted to one of understanding. He went to open his mouth and shut it moments later.

Hyacinth let out a loud, frustrated sigh and pointed at Colin, “That’s my point! They were behaving like they’re married!”

“Right... I see.” Violet sat up stiffer in her chair and glanced down at her entwined hands before looking up to her daughter, “Hyacinth, go to your room.”

“But-”

Hyacinth went to protest but was quickly shut down with a steely one word response from her mother - “Go.” Reluctantly (and rather sulkily), she retreated out of the family room and stomped up every single stair before shutting the door to her bedroom rather loudly.

Throughout this, Violet’s eyes restlessly moved from her hands, to Eloise, and back, before eventually landing on Eloise completely. “Now, Eloise, I will only ask you this once. Were you- What was it that the two of you were... Tell me what Hyacinth means by...” Her mother danced around the subject, her hands working at the fabric of her dress, until Daphne sighed loudly and moved her body to sit facing Eloise.

“Mother remains to lack a certain skill of talking directly about... certain things. May I ask instead... are the two of you fucking?” She kept eye contact the whole time, hardly reacting as her mother physcially flinched and gasped, her cheeks turning rosy.

“Daphne!” Violet spoke, aghast.

Daphne eventually turned to her mother, “What? You cannot dilly-dally around with such a subject.” She shrugged and turned back to the two of you.

“I... yes. I guess perhaps... that is what I was getting around to in a way.” Violet’s gaze evetually settled on the two of you as well.

You knew this direct line of questioning (and outing by Eloise’s sister) was going to be slightly harder to avoid than previously. And even then you hadn’t managed to do a convincing job of it. Still, the two of you bravely (stupidly) fought on.

Eloise vehemently shook her head, “I- no! We don’t...” She put her hand on your shoulder, which would normlly be soothing, but you pushed it off, hoping no one saw (they clearly did). “I mean we weren’t-”

You squirmed in your seat slightly. Explaining your relationship with El’s family was not what you had planned for the day, “What Eloise is trying to say is-” Eloise shook her hand at you, trying to forge on with her own sentence.

“To say ‘fucking’ is too-”

Your eyes widened at the way in which this conversation seemed to be going, “Eloise!” You cut her off, cheeks ablaze.

She looked across to you with innocent eyes, “What! I-”

Before she could land you in it even more, you tried to steer this into safer territory - desperate not to have to talk about sex in front of Eloise’s family, “Okay, listen-”

Again, Eloise managed to charge on. You slumped back in your chair, exhausted from trying to keep Eloise under control and away from the topic of fucking, “You know, I find it very interesting that... pleasuring a woman is deemed purely a male pastime and not-”

You let out a groan of frustration and sighed, taking hold of Eloise’s hand and squeezing softly, “El, my love, not the time.” She kept hold of your hand and turned to you. You took this as an opportunity to actually talk, “She meant we were not doing anything of the... sort. We would not even perchance dream of-”

Before you could finish your sentence, yet another Bridgerton was interrupting you. You involuntarily squeezed Eloise’s hand, tense at having to fight off more allegations, “They definitely are... surely. Look at them.” Daphne spoke.

You looked around the room. To Simon, who looked in pain at how much he was having to hold in a laugh. Daphne, who looked victorious. Colin, who still had an annoying, clever (but not unkind) smirk on his face. Anthony, who - in all honestly - couldn’t look much more like he was living a nightmare - perhaps tortured was the word. He was probably not feeling up to dealing with yet another Bridgerton scandal or another duel at dawn (which, for the record, neither were you). And Violet, who had started to return to a more normal colouring in her face, was looking slightly more relaxed - although you still couldn’t really read the woman.

Then... Eloise, who, since you had interrupted her, had been gazing at you. You were fools to believe that you could keep this under wraps. You finally saw her as if you were looking from the outside in and she had the most ridiculous, overpowering, gorgeous love-eyes you had ever seen. You melted in your chair slightly. You’d do anything to not have to give this up.

Eloise squeezed your hand gently and enveloped you in a hug as she was still standing and as you were still sitting, squeezing you into her side. She took a step back and held out both her hands. You hesitated but nodded, slipping your hands into hers.

With her gaze holding yours she nodded, “Yes, fine, we’re fucking.”

“Eloise!” You gasped, letting go of her hands and swatting at her head. She let out a laugh as she ducked away from you. Simon, next to you, finally let out the laugh he had been holding and Daphne quickly joined in. You turned to them, with red cheeks once more, “It’s not funny! Eloise, you’re being crass. And an ass. And anything else that rhymes!”

“I’m just answering the question I was given!” She grinned cheekily, stepping close enough to tempt another attempt at a hit from you, before dodging it just in time and letting out another laugh. You couldn’t help but start to grin at the absurdity of the situations, Eloise laughing wildly as she jumped around you, Simon shaking with laughter next to you. Even Anthony may have let out a small laugh. Maybe.

“Okay, stop, everyone.” Violet’s voice interrupted the slight moment of insanity, “How long has this been going on for?”

Eloise, still slightly puffed out from dodging your attacks, shrugged the question off, “Mother, it’s not-”

“How long?” Violet’s eyes were steely as she raised an eyebrow, tutting when Eloise let the silence stretch on a bit too long.

“Perhaps just a handful of months? Two? Or three. Maybe four?” Eloise’s smile shrank with every word.

“Under my roof?”

You slid back into your seat and quietly mumbled, “Under many a roof, in all fairness.” Although Violet had clearly heard as she frowned.

“What is this?” She asked gesturing between the two of you.

“What do you mean?” Eloise asked, stubborn as always, pushing her mother further than perhaps necessary.

Violet sighed and her eyes raised to the ceiling, “Eloise? Is this just your way of rebelling away from what is expected? From society? From me?” She asked, eyes landing back to Eloise.

“Mother-”

You wished you could bring back the laughter from moments ago. You gritted your teeth, annoyed at the woman you practically saw as your own mother. You hadn’t planned on telling anyone. Really you were going to try to live your whole lives together without anyone finding out. Which, in retrospect, had seemed a bit foolish. But you had hoped that Violet, and the Bridgerton family, of all people would be slightly more free-minded than this.

You stood up, putting yourself between Eloise and Violet, “This isn’t a rebellion.” You huffed out, angrily and frowned at Violet to really prove the point that you were angry at her. As the silence drew on and Eloise didn’t voice her approval of your input, you started to doubt yourself. You slowly turned to Eloise, eyes soft with sudden worry and feeling of self-consciousness, “Is it?”

“Of course not.” She frowned in dismay, shaking her head as she held your chin in her hands for a few moments. She then moved forward so she was shoulder to shoulder with you, “Mother, I- I don’t work to society’s rules. I’m not... it’s not my fault. It’s just me.”

This was it. This was the make or break. You took in a deep breath and interlinked your fingers with Eloise’s. Stronger together. “El-” You whispered, your heart hammering. Violet had to accept you. She had to.

Violet’s voice came out slightly wobbly, “Eloise, of course it’s not your fault, you just-”

Before Violet could say anything more Eloise interjected, “I love her, I do. I love Y/N. Like you loved Father.” She sniffled slightly. You took a long sideways look at her and squeezed your eyes shut. Come on Violet. “I remember watching and wanting and yearning for what you had, ever since I was young. And I couldn’t understand why I could not even fathom that with any man in the ton. I haven’t known who I am. But I have that with Y/N, I do. You cannot blame me for finding that kind of love with her just because she is not a man, please.” Eloise’s eyes became glossy. You had to give it to her, she always pulled out a good speech. Well... not always actually. But this one was a good one. You squeezed her hand and didn’t stop until Violet answered.

“No, Eloise, I would never.”

“I know it may not seem right to many, but it’s... it’s not my fault... it’s who I am.” Eloise trembled slightly. Violet was on her feet before you knew it.

”Oh, my Eloise.” She herself had watery eyes. You could breathe a bit more easily as she swooped forward and brought Eloise into her arms. You let go of Eloise’s hand to let her wrap her hands around her mother’s waist. After a few moments, Violet pulled back, “Look at me. I know who you are. You’re a Bridgerton. You are one of the strongest people I have ever known. You are not at fault. How could you be when there is nothing to be at fault for?”

“You really think so?” Eloise asked.

Violet held both of Eloise’s clasped in her own, “Of course I do. A love like mine and your father’s, a love like yours, is rare so you have to hold onto it, yes?”

“I will.”

“Come here,” She hugged her again. “You too, Miss Y/L/N. Y/N.” She smiled at you and your face broke into a broad grin as she enveloped you into the hug too. You knew you could rely on her, always. Even if it took a little bit of time. “The two of you deserve the world.”

From the middle of the hug, you heard a soft clearing of a throat and Anthony once again piping up, “I don’t suppose you’ll be providing a dowry?”

Eloise pulled away from the hug, wiping at the tears grouping at the corner of her eyes, “Oh, shove off, Anthony.” She let out a half laugh and a half sob.

“I jest!” He grinned, “Unless...?” He turned to you, raising an eyebrow, a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m sure I have a few pennies to my name.” You smiled and Eloise’s arms circled your waist from behind.

“And I love her for more than just those few pennies!” She shouted over your shoulder, pulling you into her front.

Anthony put a hand on your shoulder and ruffled Eloise’s hair, “I am happy for you.” He finally admitted, a brotherly pride shining in his eyes.

You shifted away, letting Eloise and Anthony have a brief sweet moment (before one of them made a biting remark and it turned to hostility again). You decided to reclaim your seat next to Simon, who, with something akin to brotherly pride, put his arm around your shoulder.

“And I thought Daph and I caused quite the stir.” He grinned, bringing his arm back around to his side.

“Don’t, I’m embarrassed enough as it is.” You wriggled deeper into the settee, willing yourself to forget the majority of the embarrassing things that has just happened. The two of you watched as the present members of the Bridgerton clan all talked at the same time, spitting out jokes and jostling at one another.

Simon followed your gaze to Eloise and let out a deep chuckle, “You’re a rake!” He exclaimed.

You gasped in fake outrage and turned to him, “I am not!” You protested, a smile forming as he continued to laugh and elbow you in the ribs.

“You so are! Worse than me, you rascal.” He smiled, his own gaze settling on his wife, who was tormenting Eloise with ‘girl talk’.

“Stop! I’ve heard the stories of you and Daph. You’ve out-rascaled me ten times over!” You smirked.

He shook his head, “The big rake competition of 1815.” He hummed. You smiled as Eloise came to join you, making you squeeze up to fit herself next to you, as well as letting Daphne fit in her original seat.

As silence descended and everyone started to calm, Violet let out a contended sigh and leant back in her chair, her eyes turning to the settee the four of you were currently squabbling over, “I must say, I’m quite good at this love matching malarkey, aren’t I?” She asked. Everyone immediately stilled and there was a heavy pause before the noise began again.

Anthony raised an eyebrow, “Well, I wouldn’t say that you-”

Daphne let out an exasperated, “Mother!”

Eloise snorted, “You have done nothing to help our love matches!”

Colin sighed and shook his head, “God help the rest of us...”

Violet decided to ignore all her children and smiled serenely. And at that moment the doors swung open.

“Good afternoon one, good afternoon all, how are we?” Benedict swanned in, immediately clocked a plate of biscuits and helped himself, taking the whole plate in his hands. He munched for a few moments before looking around for an answer. When he didn’t get one from anyone he smiled, “What?” He finished his mouthful and wiped his hand clean before going for another biscuit anyway, “Well, have I missed something?”

There was another long pause before Violet almost burst with the answer, “Y/N and Eloise are together.”

Benedict’s eyes swerved to the two of you, practically sitting in each other’s laps in order to fit on the settee together. He paused before nodding and gesturing in your direction, “Yes, I can see that.”

Violet smiled and shook her head, leaning forward in excitement, “No, like, together together.”

The crease in Benedict’s forehead deepened as he glanced at you again, “Yes... as I say, I can see that quite clearly.” He let out a small laugh, looking around to see if there was some joke he was missing. “Is everyone okay?”

“Oh for goodness sake, can no one in this family communicate properly and succintly?” Daphne fumed, “They are fucking.”

“Daphne!” You groaned, having prayed that this day couldn’t get more embarrassing for you. And yet there was still more embarrassment to bloody experience. This family was torture (you still would do anything to keep them in your life though, that was clear).

“Okay, can we stop with the crude language?” Violet cast a look to Daphne, before looking at the two of you again with pride, “They are lovers.”

You felt Eloise recoil next to you, “Gross, Mother, no.” She shook her head and only stopped when she saw you looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “What? I mean, I love you but- lovers? Really?”

“Sorry, that’s the big news?” Benedict’s laughed again and his smile grew as he whirled around to look at his whole family again before shaking his head, “Well, obviously! These two are the least subtle ‘lovers’ in the whole bloody world.”

“Again, with the ‘lovers’.” Eloise muttered next to you.

You smiled and whispered back to her, “Shut up, you love me.” She squeezed your thigh quickly in answer.

“Does anyone actually pay attention to what goes on in this house?” Benedict walked over to the settee you were occupying and leant his elbow on the back of it, taking another biscuit and spreading crumbs as he went.

“Well, I thought we did a splendid job.” Eloise shrugged, removing her hand from your leg and crossing her arms over her chest.

Benedict shook his head, “I’ve seen you kiss at least seven times.”

“You’re counting?” You quirked an eyebrow up, teasing him as he threw his head back to laugh.

“No!” He protested, “I simply mean-”

You jumped up, ready to be the teaser rather than the teased, and grabbed a biscuit of his plate, “Do you keep a little notebook of each time we encounter one another?” You grinned, now finally the one who gets to revel in someone else’s embarrassment.

Eloise snorted, “Dear diary, Eloise and Y/N held hands for seven minutes and forty-two seconds today-”

“Leave me be.” Benedict rolled his eyes good-naturedly and swatted at Eloise as he started to walk away, back out of the family room.

You followed him, taking another biscuit, and continuing Eloise’s joke, “They kissed twice but one was simply a kiss upon the cheek so cannot be counted-”

“And here i was going to offer to be your beard.” He grunted. The rest of the family stayed seated, listening to your conversation.

Your laugh ringed out, “Total kiss-count to date: three.” You mimicked his voice.

“Now that you are essentially a sibling, I am not afraid to kick you down the stairs, you know.” Benedict’s muffled voice came from the bottom of the stairs. Your voices got quieter as you walked to the dining room and Violet looked around the room, smiling brilliantly.

“How marvellous. The family grows!” She winked at Eloise who sighed and left the room, not wanting to be without you now. Violet watched her go and hummed before turning to the rest with a frown, “What is a ‘beard’?”

Anthony took in a deep breath and quickly stood to his feet, “I think dinner is ready.” He cleared his throat and walked out, leaving the rest to slowly join him, and the three of you, at the table.

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mitsies · 1 year

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» THE CHAIN, THE KEY ; hiori yō «

; ↠ hiori has never wanted anything as much as he wants you.

## author's note: pulled this outta my ass because i love him so much and the new chapter makes me so emo. i have low expectations bc no one reads for him BUT me ig so :,) if you read, i hope u enjoy ! ## contents: hiori x gn!reader, crushing, developing relationships, DESCRIPTION HEAVY!!, kind of a character study ngl, fluff but it's angsty but it's fluff ## wc: 1.6k

there is an invisible chain that has always tied hiori yō to the ground.

he can’t see it either, but he feels it. hiori has always imagined it to be big and clunky, grey with the beginnings of rust forming at the bottommost links. it weighs heavier than anything he’s felt. he doesn’t need to see it to know that the skin underneath is rubbed red and raw and burning like salt in an open wound.

he wonders if he was born with it, sometimes, or if it was just a byproduct of how he was raised— if he was born to the chain, to be something greater, or if he was just meant to be hiori. he suspects it was the former, though, because he was never allowed the opportunity to be himself. he has lived a life tied down to the 2nd-place space on the podium and pushed up and away to the 1st, to the point where even he is unsure of where he stands. he often wonders- who would he be if not the winner? who was hiori yō, if not the boy with the chain?

he didn’t think he had an answer. not until he met you.

it’s sickening to him, how strange you make him feel. the obnoxious fluttering in his chest makes him nauseated. he thinks he hates your voice, not because of its sound but because it makes him want to know you. he wants to hear you talk in a way he has never wanted anything, and he hates it even more because he lets himself listen.

you’re a physiotherapist in the blue lock facility, an apprentice working beneath your mentor. it should be easy to avoid you, the simplest thing in the world. but he keeps winding up in your presence. maybe he’d think it was fate if he was silly enough to believe in such things. (if fate was real, it wouldn’t be so cruel, he thinks. because quite frankly, it was mean, how he was drawn to you.)

every night, you walked off the facility around 9:30 to catch your ride home. this just so happened to align with his leaving to take a walk. the cold air was often a means of release for him. he thinks his peaceful nights were ruined when he met you.

hiori thinks it’s horrible when he realizes he’s intoxicated by your presence. even with the cold night sky that surrounds the both of you on these evening accompaniments, while he walks you to your stop because that’s what he should do, you become the breath of fresh air.

you refresh him. you’re funny. you’re nice. he likes talking to you. it makes him want to die.

hiori can feel it growing in the cavity of his chest. he feels it spreading to the corners and edges of his mind. this poison, this disease, this blight that you caused. an fond affection for you and only you now resides within him like tendrils of invasive plants, and it feels too awfully similar to the chain that binds him. it muddles his thoughts and clouds his mind.

something bewildering is that he enjoys it. the rose-coloured sunglasses that you allow him to see though are prettier than life without. he laughs at your jokes and he was about to make one back. he feels the vines and clouds inside curl and dance and it’s almost lovely.

the chain pulls at the worst times. he wants to say something back, to reply to your joke, to make you laugh in turn. but when he feels it— the heavy metal shackling his wrists and neck and pulling him the opposite way— his mouth is forced shut. a switch is flipped because it almost physically hurts- it’s painful, how the metal cuts deeper into the preexisting wounds that haven’t yet scabbed over.

hiori pulls away from you when this happens. the plant, not yet flowering, begins to weigh on him heavy as the chain. the closeness to you feels like a burden rather than a gift. it’s horrible, he knows, because you’re lovelier than lovely and you’re special to him in ways that are indescribable. but still, he leaves. still, he bites his tongue and leaves without saying goodbye. still, hiori struggles against his body and his mind, his wants, his needs. still, he runs.

and despite himself, because he knows he shouldn’t, he keeps trying to find you. he seeks you out, he tries, he tries, he tries. and you are always there, always leaving at 9:30pm, always searching right back for him even though he’s never promised to be there. (when he sees you, the vine grows. the vine is budding. the vine will bloom, and flower. he wonders when it will die.)

(it never does.)

hiori hates how he’s so flighty. he hates how he feels and he hates how he’s almost scared when you ask him to hang out, outside of your walks. he says no at first but as soon as you’re about to board your train, he tells you he’s changed his mind.

the smile you give him makes him smile too, and the muscles in his face contort in a way he’s not used to because he means it, this time, he’s smiling for you and for real. he goes back to the blue lock property and almost throws up.

the fondness grows. the chain pulls. the flowers bloom. hiori yō is in love. he has never felt worse.

but you’re patient. you do this thing where you don’t really care— but not in a way that’s distant, no— in a way that’s freeing. you are yourself, separate from him. you let him stay himself, too, whoever that is. you care and you love and you wait, always 1 step away and never moving. it’s like you’re watching, wanting him to step closer but never minding when he feels back. he watches right back— hiori thinks that instead of a chain around your neck, you wear a key.

it’s been months since he’s met you and you’re still waiting for him. he keeps moving forward, then backward, then forward again, and the chain pulls and tugs and pains his skin but the wounds beneath begin to scab over and he thinks that he’s getting sick of being held back.

now, in his mind’s eye, the chain is almost fully rusted. it’s reddish and weak, and it snaps when he kisses you for the first time.

it was a sunday, one of the rare occasions that the players of blue lock had a rest day. they’d decided to go out, and have dinner and go out and do things. teasingly, they’d suggested hiori invite you.

“you know, hiori,” bachira exclaimed, popping up behind his friend’s shoulder in the locker room, “bring y/n! they’re so nice, and you liiiiike them, yeah?”

hiori remains expressionless at his words but inside he thinks there are bombs being launched in his stomach.

“that’s a good idea!” isagi agrees with bachira and hiori almost cringes. “we should invite them.”

so, that evening, hiori asks if you’ll join him and his teammates because he should. he thinks he wants this. he’s not sure.

you look pretty, when he sees you the next day. another flower blooms on the vine. the chain pulls. he tries to ignore it.

you laugh and talk with everyone else and he watches you like he’s waiting for you to disappear. at the restaurant, after the bill is paid he excused himself to go outside for air.

you’re behind him shortly and he’s finally able to breathe. “hiori,” you exhale, leaving a little puff of air visible in the cold night sky, “hi.”

“hey.”

“are you okay?”

he blinks. you still manage to take him by surprise, when you care like that. “yeah. why?”

with a shrug, you turn so your back is facing the restaurant. the view outside isn’t anything special- some trees, a few people, a road in the distance with yellow and white lights that must be cars. hiori is only looking at you.

“you just seemed a little off. didn’t talk much. i was worried.”

he doesn’t reply, and after a few beats of silence you turn to him again.

“i think i wanna kiss you.”

his proclamation is so quiet and sudden that you blink, and he does too. the chain is pulling, and pulling, and it hurts. he ignores the bitter sting, but with every breath with no response, the scabs beneath the shackles are picked away. everything hurts, and he wants to kiss you. the flower is blooming and the roots are tentative, but they are there. he opens his chest and shows you the flourishing life inside. he waits for you to rip it out and crush the petals beneath your shoes. he waits for the chain to pull him away from this— the one thing he’s sure he wants.

“hurry up, then.”

hiori kisses you, and he feels the chain snap. he feels the shackles fall undone at his heels and he feels the weight around his neck being replaced by your hands as you drape your arms around his shoulders. he’s kissing you like you’re oxygen, he’s kissing you like he loves you, he’s kissing you like he wants to, because he does.

hiori decides then, that he will learn your language, and he will speak your name. not because he has to, but because he wants to. hiori yō will love you because he wants to. there is nothing else, no ball and chain, no rope, no noose, no salt, no wounds. he will love you, he can, he will, he wants to. that is enough for him.

it is then that he discovers himself for the first time— an idea, a concept, the beginnings of the someone he was before he became lost— he sees hiori yō, the boy who wants and the boy who will try.

(the chain rusts and decays. the key is alive. the key was you.)

#blue lock x reader #hiori yo x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #hiori x reader #alternative title: hiori has commitment issues #reader insert

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ssaaaronmontgomery · 8 months

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HIII i was scrolling through ig and i came across this video and i immediately thought of aaron when he's away from a case and then reader and their kids facetime him AAAAAAA IT'S SO CUTE I LOVE DAD!AARON SM🥰🥰💗💗 (also im new to the fandom and this is my first time requesting and i love your stories sm anyways have a nice day/evening ahead!) https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cv-QhCIAx7R/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Missing You

Warnings: Mentions of cases, a little sad stuff because he can't be home :(, much fluff and happy stuff 🥰, not proofread, let me know if I missed anything<3

Word count: 943

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

A/n: Hi darling! Thank you so much for coming to me with your first request 🥹🫶. I hope you like it 🥰. That video was so adorable by the way and Aaron would definitely do that 😭 I love our man 🥹.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @cr1minalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

Let me know if you want to be added to my tags 🫶

Whenever Aaron is away on a case you all miss him dearly just as he misses you. He does his best to keep in contact with you throughout his day and then before the kiddos go to bed he tries to make sure he can facetime you all before they go to sleep.

The little Hotchner bugs are always excited when they get to see their dad even if it's only over a video call. He still manages to make it fun for all of you even if he can't actually be there. It's always a nice way to end his day. It's more than just missing you all but he also needs to make sure his little family is okay. Especially if it's a case involving kids. He always calls more when children are involved.

"Daddy's calling! Answer it answer it!" Your little girl is yelling excitedly when Aaron's contact pops up and you immediately press the answer button. When his face shows on the screen you smile and wave at him before the little Hotchner bugs steal the device from you, not that you mind.

"Daddy! Look look! I made this for you for when you come back home!" Little girl Hotchner holds up a drawing she had made earlier that day. It's the four of you, or at least it's supposed to be. It's really just four colourful blobs. One is you, another is Aaron, and the other two are her and Jack.

"And I made this for you in school!" Jack shows Aaron his own art piece which is definitely easier to make out but both are equally loved by you and Aaron.

"Those are both beautiful! They should be in an art museum." Aaron smiles big and it warms your heart.

You all tell Aaron about how your day went and he listens with that same grin as his little bugs ramble on and on happily. Jack's sister tends to go off topic more often than not but Aaron doesn't mind. Neither of you do. He's just happy to hear their voices and see their faces.

"Daddy what happened! You look like a kitty!" Your little girl exclaims when the face of an animated cat covers Aaron's and moves when he turns his head or talks. You're giggling as he talks to them and pretends not to know what they're talking about. Then it turns to a dog and Jack laughs as your little girl gets a confused, but joyful expression on her face.

"Daddy, can you do a T-rex? Please?" Jack asked as he looks at the screen in front of you all.

"Oh no. What's that sound?" You can hear what you think is Aaron imitating a dinosaur and then the dog face goes away and is replaced by Jack's request.

"Rawr!" All three of you giggle when you see it and you hear Aaron's big laugh come through the speaker and your heart flutters at the sound. You miss him but you understand he can't be there as much as you all wish he could and that's why you always make as much time for things like this as you all can when he's away. It's important to all of you that you spend time together even if it's just a video call. It's still special to all of you.

Eventually you have to end the call because the little loves need to go to sleep, everyone is disappointed and they both bed for five more minutes. Of course you give in. They miss Aaron and you won't deny them that time with him as long as it's not insanely late and as long as he doesn't need to leave so he can work.

After the five minutes is up, Aaron tells them it's time for bed and they both frown but nod in understanding.

"I miss you all and I love you. I want you both to be good for your mother, okay? I should be home in a couple of days and then we can do whatever you want. How does that sound?" He smiles at the end and they both cheer up and nod eagerly.

After you all say goodbye and hang up you don't get them ready to go to sleep right away. Instead you all make a little video telling Aaron you love him and saying good night then send it to him. You know he feels a little down when you have to end the call and you want him to have something to bring his spirits up a little bit.

That's when you finally get the Hotchner babes ready and give them their nightly forehead kiss good night. You always give them both two kisses each when Aaron is away. One from you and one from him. Which they both return to you. One for you and one for their dad.

It's hard to be away from Aaron but you know it's even harder for him. When he's away you still have the little ones. It always makes you sad so you're constantly sending him photos and videos of you and your sweethearts so he still has some of the feeling of being home. It helps him get through those rough cases and he saves every single memory you send him.

When he finally gets home he's been so kept up with everything from the calls and messages that it almost feels like he wasn't even away. You make sure to keep him well informed on all three of you so he doesn't feel like he's missing out as much and he's incredibly grateful to you for it.

#anon🩶#aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #hotch x fem!reader #hotch x female reader #hotch x you #aaron hotchner blurb #hotch blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #hotch drabble #dad!hotch #mon answers🩷#hotch🌜

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pianocat939 · 6 months

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Ok this isn't my usual content, but like hear me out. And no, this isn't like anything character related-

Just think of it...as like a scenario to fill in ig Girlie I don't fucking know, I'm just spewing words

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, mentions of violence

Ok so imagine.

There's like this drive. We'll call it Chestnut drive.

Just a typical neighbourhood street.

And on the last house, there's a married couple.

The husband, is like some super scary, really cold guy. He hates the world except for maybe his own wife. And he's a monster too- *ahem he was a thug back in his school days* But he is a handsome fucker.

And then you got the wife. Who's really nice, and never has any problems. Honestly, she's the one usually having to hide her husband's crimes.

Enter MC, who's a single person, getting the first ever house. Which ended up being right next to theirs. Everybody else doesn't go near their house, because of the husband. And yet, MC is totally clueless and ends up watching their feral dog in their yard.

The wife notices first, and strikes up conversation. She's eager to have someone new to talk to. She bakes desserts sometimes, and constantly tries to offer them to MC.

Guess who she gushes all about MC to? That's right- her husband. At first he's like creeped out and even a little jealous. But after watching you through your living room window a few nights a week, he’s realized why she’s so intrigued.

He finds MC so cute, all alone in their house. With no one but themselves really. Maybe the occasional friend over. In a way, he starts to grow protective of them, just like how he is with his wife.

Meanwhile, the wife is just obsessed to have someone to talk to who isn’t terrified of her husband. She’s constantly giving affection she tries to pass it off as platonic when honestly it’s borderline romantic

Their conversations at dinner went from a bit mundane to just simply rambling about you. Wondering which bedroom you should take, or if they should expand theirs completely.

Soon they invite you over to their house often. Just for the occasional meal or tea. Even showcasing their feral dog. (Tiny dog may I add)

MC doesn’t notice, but soon the couple’s house has little things that they like. If they like art? A few paint tubes or high-end coloured are thrown around the house. If they like music? Wow- they suddenly got a Steinway grand piano for them to play around with.

The husband is constantly checking if MC’s ok. Making sure they dress properly for the weather before they go back to their house. In any extreme weather conditions (blizzard, hurricane, rain- a shit ton of rain) he’ll just show up to their house with groceries.

The wife seems to love giving little cheek kisses and hugs. Always finding ways to present her cooking. She likes buying the occasional clothing item for them. Just something she thought would look quite fitting on them.

It’s all too late at some point, because the husband will haul them over his shoulder if they try to run away. He’ll carry them to their now big bedroom, enough for 3 people to share.

He’ll beat up anyone that tries looking for them. He doesn’t have those muscles for nothing.

The wife is just so happy to have MC in their bedroom. Giving snuggles and lots of coos of affection.

And with a kiss goodnight from both of them, MC finds themselves sandwiched between the two. Unable to move from the husband’s arms, or push off the wife who’s laying on top of them.

MC should just consider themselves as newly-wedded to this strange but surprisingly…functional couple.

(HELP- I JUST FELL DOWN A PIT OF SELF-INDULGENCE)

(I have so many ideas for this bullshit but I also have never written anything non-fandom related on this blog before…Other than my shitposts)

(Assuming I’ll probably make more, I’ll put the tag ‘Husband Wife Trio’ lmao)

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #Husband wife trio #blurbs

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folansstuff · 6 months

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my ideas for attie's marvel snap card (+ locations inspired by him)

SPIN!

cost: 4

power: 6

abilities:

hmm... maybe, if there's only one card in the opposing lane, his card can move your opponent's card to a different lane randomly?

or maybe, when his card is moved to a different lane, all the other cards in that lane gains +2 power?

or perhaps, when his card is placed down in a lane, any of the other cards in that lane can be moved once?

or he moves to a new lane, all the cards in that lane that have on-reveal abilities are reactivated again?

additional: i think his card should have cool effects!! especially spinning when his card is used or when he moves lanes. i think it'd be call if his card had a voice effect, and i think it'd be funny if there was a variant card where his card displayed a photo of atticus wearing a t-shirt with 'x-men' handwritten on it (a reference to his bio).

LOCATION:

• The Garden!

effect: maybe... by placing cards here, their power is doubled but their abilities are ineffective.

• Sydney!

effect: the first player to place an on-reveal card here gets +3 energy.

i hope this makes sense and sounds cool haha!!

THIS IS SO COOL OH MY GOD? I'M SMILING SO HARD RN. your mind, its amazing

i do love the idea that his card moves people around. i read the Magik card and i love the idea of those two having synergy by him sending cards to limbo. the randomly makes sense as game design lmao, dont want him to be too good by being able to purposefully moving someone too often.

The Garden is weird (a side effect of me not explaining it super well ig, my bad) i love the idea here, since that makes sense for what The Garden does to other people (nulls psychics, magic, etc) but I do like the idea that it can revive a unit that was already defeated (but at half power) since that's what it does to Atticus when he dies. I don't know if that's too strong for marvel snap though, I've only played a little bit.

man i would love for him to have a cry lmao, its not cool or impressive or anything, it's just panic. The shirt is very good too, i think he'd easily have a few alternate arts since in my head he has:

His current look, the dorky-looking school teacher

His og New Mutants look from when he was a teenager

His new mask and jacket from The New Day (this is self-indulgent but cmon)

and then the comic sans shirt

i think my only thing is that his power should be lower, he's not a great fighter and i like the idea that he sets up illyana to do more damage then him.

the only idea for an atticus and illyana magic thing is a partner combo (which means that they can search each other and can be your commanders together) Illyana is red and black' which are the 'evil' colours and related to chaos and fighting, and Atticus is blue and white; community focused and academically minded (and a little bit annoying)

illyana sends people to limbo and deals damage, while atticus warps in and draws you cards and gains life. there's definitely more there but im still thinking through it lmao

#this reminds me that i need to rewrite his bio #now that i have a greater understanding of his character #also make some sort of physical thing for him #i cant draw but maybe i can find something #the sims? is that an option? who knows #asks #atticus moore #x-men oc

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[Found Chatlog] The Hacker.

This interview originally took place on January 28th, 2023.

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The phone screen whirs to life to reveal… quite a peculiar place. Darkness creeps at the corners of your vision, and everything in the room is tinted slightly green with the night vision feature of the camera. One by one, some notable features become clear as the camera slowly adjusts to the dim light.

One- a stack of takeout boxes and bags that teeters ever so slightly to the side, but balanced with enough precision to remain standing for… who knows how long.

Two- a cat tree with various tattered felt rats and strings with bells on the end hanging from the ballasts of the fortress, obviously well used.

Three- an electric keyboard in the corner of the room, dusty with manila folders propped up where sheet music should be.

Four- a desk with two monitors and a high-backed swivel chair (what’s on the monitors is unclear, as they’re too blindingly bright to be picked up by the camera.) It’s facing away from the computer. It’s also occupied! She has picked up on the camera recording her a while ago, curiously following the lens with a catlike quirk to her lips.

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[HACKER]: what's this all about? gonna interview me or something ? :3

peepee

Cat tree…… cats

CATS !!! i luvluvluv cats

ok first of all what your pronouns

oh!!! haven't had to give them out in a while

she/her

i'm going to assume YOUR pronouns are pee/pee

I have question….. is green your favourite colour by chance

oh noooooo how could you tellllll

(yes)

hrmmmmm what was the last piece of media you watched/read/consumed

last not fav? i replayed kirby and the forgotten land recently

. . .

L L L

ur pee pee now

i said so

Favourite kirby character go!!

AHHHH IM ON A TIMER KING DEEDEE

well what is your fav media? i like. old animated movies

just any old movie ??? i have a penchant for those cringy scifi ones with special effects that you can tell aged horribly

as for the question, video game music is my jam :3

what kind of music do you listen to anon

OSTs and a bit of vocaloid mostly

. . .

i can't bear to lose the respect of someone whos pronouns are peepee....

if the world could hear you say one thing, what would you say

deez NUTSSSS

When do we get to see ur assumably there cat hMMMMM :face_with_raised_eyebrow:

i wish i could show you, but a friend is watching over him for me !!!

caught me at a bad time ... 3:

OMG I HAVE A RLLY GOOD ONE ok you remmeber that jesus guy and how he had a body and blood which were bread and wine

omg like the tibble

what would your body and blood be?

my brain hurts.... uhhhhh

ig my headphones and cat??,,

IW ANT TO SEE THE CAT

IM SORRY IM SORRRRYYYY

hold on hold on wait

i can show you a gif that he looks like

What kind of cat is it ….): at least

tabby :3

what do you do for work?

hmmmmm currently ???? im a bit between jobs

i was working at this chinese takeout place, but i had to drop that to work on the app !!! call it a passion project

part time now im delivering pizzas for this parlor down the street

. . .

AHA !!! I FOUND HIM!!!

he’s a bit bigger and more gremliny but that’s the best one i have !!!

what’s the app you’re talking about?

oh !!!! i don’t get to talk about this often yippee

i, the GREAT AND BENEVOLENT PERSON I AM, coded a whole new app for my friends and i to talk to each other !!!

a little debugging here and there, but for the most part it works pretty smoothly and i get to establish my dominion :33

What would you ………sing at Karaoke night?

CA LI FOR NIA GIRLS WE'RE UNFORGETTABLE

DAISY DUKES BIKINIS ON TOP

[ There’s a bit of pounding on the floor, which quiets her down quickly enough. ]

[ Distantly ]

sorryy...

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i like the cut of his jib

he's committed many crimes

Dumb floor banger party pooper :AUGH:

i don't know what the proble, was !!! im SUCH a good singer

... i won't do it again tho

do you think anyone else will get to use it?

as much as i’d like to open it up to the public, we have a strict closed circle !! only people we trust can join :3

BEEE WHOOO YOUUU AREEEE FOR YOUR PRIIIIIDE

what are you...

one of those gay people ????

Am i

you tell me ...

who was that floor banger party pooper!!

my landlady 3:

apparently there’s ‘nighttime restrictions’ or something

sounds boring to me !!!

ALSO IF THE PUBLIC ISNT ALLOWED TO USE THE APP WHO IS.. who is this inner circle you have

i WISH we were the illuminati

just me and a couple'a buds! childhood friends

do you ever worry that someone could possibly infiltrate what you’ve made? like a leak or something?

someone breaking through MY security system? HA!

i'm a master programmer, so i'd never let that happen on my watch !!

Is that pizza place secretly a government hangout????

... id prefer not to answer this one

agent papa john? someone's caught on

take the shot

DOMINOS ALL THE WAY :rage:

... nobody tell them

i hate to break it to you

they're all in on it...

….even pizza express ): ?

nah

they're cool

Pizzas vs burgers

i’m contractually obligated to give one answer

if i don’t, i’ll be fired on the spot and blacklisted from every pizza place ever :(

… except pizza express

Im gonna go eat a burger out of spite now

TRAITOR

YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE ME HERE, A RANDOM FACELESS PERSON YOU'VE BARELY MET ????

Detective work is real tiring!!

i guess you deserve a break, after busting my super secret pizza agent cover…

… IS WHAT I WOULD SAY IF I WAS ACTUALLY A SUPER SECRET PIZZA AGENT

AHA!!! YOU’VE BEEN PRANKED!! BY THE NEFARIOUS -

[ There’s banging from the floor below again, along with a muffled female voice yelling back up at the hacker. ]

.... oh

guess i gotta go :(

she doesn't like all the yelling... heh

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[HACKER]: i should be getting back to my work anyways !! was nice to have some company for a bit, tho

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The hacker turns back around in her chair, and the rhythmic clicking of keys fills the room once more. With that, the phone screen shuts off.

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#kgrp #teaser

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georgiaeveritt · 6 months

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D&AD - Research

15.11.23

As a group, we decided to research 4 topics each.

Gen z social trends

Loneliness epidemic

Digital connectivity

Existing airbnb products (Airbnb experiences)

Gen z social trends

explore social behaviours and preferences of gen z demographic & investigate how gen z engages with digital platforms and seeks social connections.

tik tok, instagram, snapchat, facebook, youtube, pinterest, bereal, hinge, bumble, tinder etc.

often called "digital natives"

75% of gen z consider mobile phones their device of choice - more likely to engage with content through a phone

social shopping -

micro influencers

driven by values

50% of gen z believe brands should take a stance on social issues such as climate change, racial injustice, lgbtq+ rights

fenty beauty came out with 40 foundation shades in 2020, consistent with inclusive beauty - their ig feed shows an array of skin colours and culturally-diverse models

use tik tok for research - recipes, news, entertainments etc.

covid 19 has reshaped the country's social, political & economic landscape.

in 2020, half of the oldest gen zers (18-23) reported that they or someone in their household lost a job or took a cut in pay because of the outbreak - significantly higher

airbnb's instagram:

#d&ad #airbnb

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This or That, BL edition

Tagged by @icouldhyperfixatehim thank you! And once again, I wrote this up then saved it, completed, in my drafts and forgot about ever publishing it.

crying in the shower or making out in the shower [something to know about me is I have severe health related anxiety and seeing people get steamy in a shower where they are likely to slip and fall just... 😰]

give cute boy line ID or stalk his IG [i like seeing the soft little looks that privacy grants. Also Semantic Error ending scene? Ideal. Also TMS2 pining.]

share his earbuds or share his closet [warmth and its so cute!! i go feral every time!]

manga or manwha [i read neither but so many amazing bls have been adapted from both]

long dangly silver earring or dark leather cuff [i love both but i don't think I've seen much of either in bls??]

time loop or reincarnation [the untamed, my love]

blue engineering smock or red engineering smock [i don't particularly like the colour blue (sorry) but also: pran <3]

kisses at the beach or kisses in the mountains

cactus or chili plant [what? does this mean something i don't understand?? I guess chillis???]

fairy lights or spot lighting [sparkly twinkly tiny 😍]

ghost boyfriend or vampire lover [i hyperfixated on vampires as a child. Was it a good choice? In some aspects. Do I still sleep with my shoulders bunched up around my ears for fear of a neck attack? Yes.]

hard sub or soft sub [this is about subtitles, right? Am I naive? Softsubs are surely better for gifmakers..]

stray cat or … actually that’s your only option [my current cat was a stray feral baby and I'd take so many more if I could]

Hawaiian shirt or blue shorts [Pat <3]

evil ex-girlfriend or predatory fujoshi [i don't think I've come across evil exs very often yet (and not in bl but in Love and Leashes they handle the abusive ex story soo well and I still can't stop thinking about that movie) but I really dislike fujoshis]

suit jacket or leather jacket [love a leather jacket more than anything]

high school or university [idc too much either way but as I age I do appreciate slightly older stories. gimme more actual adults pls!]

kitchen drama or office drama [Old Fashion Cupcake, does it even count? Who cares... 😍😍]

forehead kisses or cheek kisses [look no one accidentally goes into a forehead kiss, they're so intentional. Also I'll never be over the atots airport kiss]

Viki or GaGaOOLaLa [I've not used gaga yet and I pay for viki but I had trouble with it so much at the beginning so i refuse to pick it]

Japanese arthouse depth or Korean high concept [i googled these to make sure i understood and honestly it confused me more but i watch a lot of korean tv so.. 🥴]

pink milk or yakult [the sheer amount of Yops and Frubes I was forced to consume as a child has made me repulsed by any kind of yogurty milky drinks]

censored Chinese BL or trashy Thai pulps [i want all of it, i want to be consumed by the love of a chinese show and also be able to laugh and relax at a pulp]

body swap or dead body [if wei wuxian was once dead does it count?? Also Wen Ning, my baby..]

sexy or story [we should be allowed both, but also I'm not too pushed either way, like Love In The Air is all steamy and virtually no story while The Untamed is allll plot and I still love both of them. Enrichment in the enclosure, to me, is having things of each and having things with both]

back hugs or lap sitting [😳]

piggybacks or cradle carry [head and ankles generally intact]

#tag game #my turn around time on tag games is staying a consistent half a year post-tag #will i finally clear out my other drafts? who knows! check back is 6-8 months to find out!#anyway thank you!!

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The #notallmen argument is a load of bollocks and here’s my view on why.

Before reading this, allow me to acknowledge that I’m a male writing about the realities of what it means to be a woman, so I’m likely to say something that might be out of place or incorrect. I may have no lived experience as a woman but my intentions are from a place of decency. I do however have access to what we all possess (to varying degrees), which is the power of observation and critical thought. With that in mind, let’s get on with it.

Recently I had yet another experience hearing complaints from a man about how annoying these women’s protests are; paraphrasing “we saw another women’s march, protesting about something” (eyes rolled with delivery). The man doing the talking was pissed off at one particular woman he’d noticed, it was her tee-shirt that bothered him, specifically the words written on it; “dont fucking touch me”. I assume he was venting his frustration because he thought of himself as NOT one of those men that would grope a woman (without consent). I added my two cents saying “It’s sad that we’re still in a situation where she needs to be at a protest wearing that tee-shirt” or something of that nature. I was attempting to acknowledge the shitty reality that in 2021, the crappy male on female behavior continues and necessitates women protesting to voice frustrations and demand equality, equality that should simply be a given. We don’t see thousands of men on the streets protesting for equal rights and demanding to feel safe walking home in the dark, travelling to work on a train or merely existing, because men simply don’t face those threats. Nor do men have to deal with the issues of unequal pay, or have gender based stumbling blocks when climbing the ranks of the corporate or political world. Consider this, there doesn’t exist the concept of minimum quota for male representation in political parties, but there does for females, and it’s often set by males. The irony! Men are the perpetrators, the predators, the club members, the privileged. If that makes you feel uncomfortable, you might be part of the problem.

With our collective intelligence you’d think we’d have already dealt with this level of inequality generations ago. Turns out, that and other issues such as not destroying our planet or hating people simply because of the colour of their skin are still on the to be completed list. Am I being too kind assuming we actually possess said collective intelligence? Perhaps. Social change is slow, I get that, but come on, we need to actively work harder at this, and us men need to take more of a lead by changing our behaviour.

A recent Instagram post by the clever satire account Betoota Advocate (IG @betootaadvocate) described a fictitious local man walking home late at night after work when he notices a passing group of rowdy women. Feeling the impending threat of danger he clenches his keys for protection and recalls his self defense training, crosses to the other side of the street to avoid the chance of an unsavory encounter with a bunch of drunk women. It’s satire and sarcasm rolled over a clever bunch of words and one would assume the article’s intention was to give male readers an idea of what goes through the minds of women every day. To no surprise some men just didn’t get it, many made jokes, some people got triggered by it and some thought it was brilliant. We all interpret things differently, the beauty of being human. The comments people posted in response (both male and female) were intriguing. I won’t elaborate on them, but please visit that rabbit hole yourself, it’s a fascinating insight. The point being is that the article provoked discussion and that’s not a bad thing. Conversation, when approached with a calm decorum is a great starting point, and is often a catalyst that leads to change. Sadly for many people, the issue of men’s behaviour towards women doesn’t get much thought and therein lies one of humanity’s big challenges. Apathy.

In recent times we’ve heard about the horrible events surrounding the murder of Sarah Everard in the UK and in Australia we’ve observed the less than average response from the Prime Minister over the Brittany Higgins case. But it’s not just a recent issue, this is old news as it is new news. It’s constant throughout human history, men simply do not treat women with the same respect they demand for themselves. What’s different now is that the voices are louder, they’re not able to be silenced as much as the old days. The voices of female pain and frustration are being heard, they can no longer be ignored and men are challenged by this power shift.

The most frustrating thing to observe is men’s reaction to the situation. Firstly the silence is bullshit. Most of us are engaged on social media on one or more platforms and over the last few months I’ve seen mostly women posting on the topic but most men I follow are deathly silent. I acknowledge that posting a feminist meme or political commentary on social media doesn’t solve the world’s problems but it does make people think, it can start conversations. Men are noticeably quiet on the matter possibly for fear of male retribution, which is no doubt what I’ll get from this article. If men do pipe up it’s often to blurt something unconsidered about it being ‘not all men’ or that they feel attacked by all this ‘male hate’. Point completely missed fellas. Ps. It’s not about you.

The issue of rape and female sexual abuse/violence is a serious matter, there’s no denying that, it sits at the extreme pointy end of a triangle of bad male behaviour. Under the pointy end of the triangle is a raft of shitty male behavior, we grow up with it, we’re both unofficially and systematically taught it. It’s embedded in daily life. There’s still something horribly archaic about how we define masculinity. That toxic tough guy bullshit should have been dead and buried years ago but it holds on like a poorly scripted Rocky movie. Men have emotions, vulnerability, tenderness, sensitivity but they’re all still rarely shown in public because they don’t fit into the expected masculine parameters. This is part of the problem, that absolute thinking that we subscribe to, black and white, us and them, it’s divisive and will always be. The older I get the more obvious the array of grey area is for almost every social issue. Everything is far more complex than its superficial appearance. In terms of masculinity I believe it to be a much broader spectrum than society perpetuates.

What sits underneath the extreme behavior of rape, assult and violonce against women is an excess of unsavory male behaviour. Chances are, if you’re a male you will have experienced it many times. We all have, myself included. It’s the comments men make to each other that women aren’t privy to, like when eyeballing a female at the beach and making some comment about how good bikinis are or rating the ‘fuckability’ a woman is as she walks past you and your mates. Or calling a female a slut because she’s rooted a few blokes you know. Really? What two consenting adults do in their own time is none of your business and why is it that when a woman likes to have multiple sexual partners shes a slut, but when a male does it he’s a champion conqueror? It’s these double standards that we men need to address. (Actually women do a fairly good job of slut shaming each other, duly noted). It’s men complaining about whingey feminist activists and mansplaining that women do have equal pay and equal rights as men and thus don’t need to be protesting, which couldn’t be farther from reality. It’s men saying “women attack men too you know!” Yes, but it doesn’t take much of a google search to see how unbalanced the situation is in terms of male on female domestic violence (that far too often ends in the death of the female), or the statistics on rape, sexual assult/harresment towards women. Did that sentence even need to be written? Let’s be realistic!

Every woman I know has experienced some form of sexual harassment, many have experienced sexual assult and too many have been raped. So really, what point are these men trying to make? Are they opting to put their head in the sand instead of acknowledging that a very real problem exists. Is it because when we acknowledge the existence of a problem we have to accept that change is needed, and change is just too damn hard, even when the outcome of that change will improve the lives of women all around the world. Isn’t that a change worth participating in?

Women are doing all the heavy lifting here, and have been forever. It was only a century ago that women didn’t have voting rights, but if it wasn’t for all those years of protests and activism by women we wouldn’t have that change. We’re in an age of information, possibly information overload but nonetheless the voices of women are there, they can’t be unheard. As men we need to listen, we need to tap into that empathetic part of us and listen. Perhaps to begin with, a lot of us need to look up what empathy means. It’s impossible for a man to have a female lived experience but we can listen, we can learn, and we can definitely change our behaviour. Start by talking to your partner, mum, sister, girlfriends or any female. Ask them what they’ve experienced in terms of sexual harassment in the work place or school, or when they’ve been made to feel uncomfortable in the presence of certain men. The idea is for us to get a better understanding of what women go through, which in tern helps us alter our behaviour as men. What I hear from women is that they often don’t talk about these issues with men because they feel the situation won’t ever change. But that change is within us.

Years ago I was in a place where I didn’t call myself a feminist because of what the word represented to me. I was one of those ‘not all men’ kind of people. I called myself a ‘humanist’, genuinely wanting equality for all but completely seeing it from a males perspective. I’m sharing this because it’s important to acknowledge that as humans we can change, and change is a positive thing, so is being open to new ideas and perspectives, even the challenging ones.

If you want equality for both women and men then you’re a feminist. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it’s the reality. That’s all a feminist wants, equality. It’s very simple. However, to call yourself a feminist isn’t enough. What any social change needs is active behavioural change. I’m not saying I’m perfect in terms of my approach, far from it. I’d say I’m a feminist with L Plates, however there is always a new perspective to learn and discuss, a change in the way I think, react, behave, interact. To be active is a better alternative than doing nothing and expecting the problem to go away, change simply doesn’t happen that way. What we can do, especially the blokes, is to call poor behaviour out, to have the difficult conversations even when it creates that awkward social silence at the dinner table. Change needs to start somewhere. Let it start with you.

My motivation for writing this isn’t just because I have two amazing daughters, a loving lady partner, an amazing mum, a bunch of amazing female friends and that I want for them to feel safe from the actions of men, of course I want that, we all do. I wrote this because as humans we expect equality, but it’s not there. It’s simply not there and it’s unfair. If you’re a person that doesn’t want that basic human right for all people (equality) then you’d be heartless, and as much as human behaviour is consistently disappointing, I refuse to believe that half the population are totally heartless. I think men are better than that. We can do better.

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