#going to be a little embarrassing if not many people see this

[moon-my-beloved]

neighbors (tf141 x fem! reader)

part II: company

tw: a bit of obsession and touches from the boys but nothing sexual!! possessiveness. mentions of reader fitting ‘snug’ in a dress but nothing too specific. that’s it. - xoxo

the ride back home was quiet.

silence stretching over the small murmurs of the radio warning people of temperatures dropping along with the sound of the engine running as you drove, grocery bags shoved into the back of the seat.

it really wasn’t until you made it home that you had snapped out of your momentarily dream-like state that you realized what you have done.

you still couldn’t believe it. why couldn’t you just have come up with something, anything to avoid making a fool of yourself with how bad you’re with people.

“oh god,” you groan to yourself. pressing your forehead against the steering wheel with embarrassment taking over your senses. why of all times did you just have to coincidently bump into them?!

you really would’ve preferred it if you had encountered them on a free day and not when you’re trudging around the damn store with your dingy old work clothes. then again, kyle and johnny seemed.. trustworthy at first glance. not to mention how beautiful they were.

they carried an air to them that felt friendly enough but dangerous as well. your brain going blank for a moment when you were surrounded by the two men. an invisible thread luring you into their trap. you don’t know if it was kyles sweet voice or the smell of amber from johnny’s cologne, but they had left you with a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. leaving you in a trance for a split-second before uttering the only syllables you could think of.

blood rushes to your face with shame thinking about them in such ways. how long has it been since you’ve experienced this? clearly long enough from the looks of it. your palms are sweaty, breath a bit short, and your heart is practically beating its way out of your chest like you’re some sort of high school girl being forced to confess to their crush.

you jolt a bit at the sound of a small “buzz” coming from your phone. your eyes almost bulging out of your skull when you unlock your screen— it’s a message from johnny and kyle.

< made a small group chat to make it easier. hope you don’t mind luv.

< we’ll see ye tmrw night, right bonnie?

your fingers hover over the keys, chewing at your bottom lip anxiously as you contemplate how to respond. kyle had mentioned meeting the rest of the team, ignoring how just the thought of talking to them made you want to curl yourself up into a ball until you became invisible. it really wouldn’t hurt to meet them. it will be okay. they were your neighbors for god sake.

taking a deep breath, you typed out what you were going to say.

> sure! sounds good. :)

you barely managed to calm down your nerves before your phone vibrated again.

< atta girl. we’ll see ye at 6.

what did you get yourself into.

you had nearly forgotten how much effort it takes to get ready.

you really weren’t one to wake up early, especially during your off days but today was an exemption. hopping into the shower to shave, exfoliate, moisturize, and pretty much scrub off every crevice from your body as soon as your alarm went off. practically stumbling your way out of the bathroom with how lightheaded you felt by the end of it.

your makeup was next. trying your best to copy a look off of pinterest and almost calling it a day with the many times you had to redo your eyeliner. nevertheless, you had successfully overcome that obstacle. which brings you to your own little dilemma: you had nothing good to wear.

all the clothes varied from old band t-shirts, jeans and sweatpants you wore to laze around. you rarely went out and when you did, it would only be for a short period of time to run some errands or to visit the old bat.

“come on closet, give me something, anything!” cursing to yourself in desperation as you rummaged through the pits of your closet.

after what seemed like forever, your hand grazed against a soft material, pulling it out to reveal a dress. it was no fancy dress but it definitely looked like the better option to wear. it was off-the-shoulder, had long-sleeves, and was long enough to cover your thighs but a bit small around the edges with how snug it felt against your body. it must have been lying around in your closet for who knows how long considering how you have no clue why or when you even bought it.

it felt weird, and new as your ran your hand against the fabric. hesitation soon clouding your mind as you look at yourself in the mirror.

maybe this was a bad idea. you should have said no. you’ll just look weird, now you’re going to make a fool of yours—

—catching glimpse of the time you gasp. shit. no time to mop in your own feelings. quickly and gently pulling the sheer material of your tights over your legs and tying the laces of your boots once you got to the door, doing a quick once-over in front of your mirror before you were out the house. wine in hand as a last minute resort to bring something. a courtesy on your part really.

they were just across from you, why are you so nervous to meet your neighbors? neighbors do this all the time. this is completely normal.

a chill running down your spine with the sudden cold gust of wind brushing over your face even with your coat on. you stood there in front of their door for a bit, subconsciously shifting your weight on each of your legs as you swayed in apprehension.

you can do it. it’s okay, just knock.

taking a deep breath in, you lifted your hand up, planting three solid knocks against the wood of the door and quickly pulling it back once you hear the heavy footsteps of someone coming.

you stiffened once you hear the click of the door opening, your breath catching in your throat as you crane your neck a bit to see the man in front of you.

skull face.

it takes you a moment to recognize who he is now that he’s not wearing a balaclava. instead, he has a black surgical mask adoring his face, just enough to cover most of his features but revealing enough to see the small details. he’s a dirty blonde that’s for sure, making him look less intimidating than when you saw him for the first time. his dark eyes are roaming over your figure, leaving you standing still in fear of some way offending him if you even dared to move just an inch.

he’s wearing a grey long-sleeve shirt, along with a pair of grey joggers. you hope you hadn’t interrupted his sleep with how disheveled his hair looks. he looks comfortable though, questioning your own choice of attire. you might have overdressed.

before you could open your mouth to introduce yourself, a booming voice can be heard from behind the man.

“don’ be scarin’ off our guest, simon!” a toothy grin on his face as he slides next to the taller man. arm wrapping around simon’s waist before letting out a low whistle that makes your cheeks warm in embarrassment. “well look at ye. so bonnie, m’ glad ye could make it lass, come in. gaz is just finishing up makin’ us dinner.”

nodding, your eyes flicker back at simon as you extend your hand for him to take. “it’s nice to meet you, simon. I, uh, live across from you guys.”a throaty grunt coming from him as he engulfs your hand in his, firmly shaking your hand in return.

they let you in once introductions are over, johnny’s hand hovering over the sole of your back as he follows you into the living room, telling you to get comfortable.

“don’ ye worry, simon doesn’t bite.” looking over at the man with an expression only him and simon would understand as he grabs the wine from your hands, disappearing into the kitchen.

it was awkward to the say the least. silence stretching over the two of you as simon sits across from you on an arm chair, book in his hands and eyebrows scrunched up in concentration.

it went on like that for about a few minutes before simon’s gravely voice cut through the stillness of the room.

“you like it so far?” he asks. the question catching you off guard before realizing what he means. “oh, yes! everyone’s been so nice and welcoming. especially auntie lottie.” a small smile forming on your lips as you recounter your many little dates together.

simon’s eyes crinkle at that, setting the book down beside him as he crosses his arms over his chest. sleeve rolling up a bit to reveal some ink. “‘s there a particular reason why you moved here?”

alarm bells ring in your mind at that. for someone who’s quiet, he sure likes to ask personal questions. you’re new to the neighborhood though, you could understand if he’s wary of you.

��I had some ‘issues’ with my roommate. now ex-roommate,” you say. a deep hum coming from the man across from you as he tilts his head to the side. “can’t say i don’t know what that feels like. have to deal with these muppets all the time.”

you can’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head in amusement. “for some reason I doubt they’re any worse than the person I lived with.”

“must have been a hell of a roommate then. you’ve peaked my interest sweetheart.” simon’s shoulders relaxing from their tense position once he heard the sweet sound of your laughter.

he had to admit, he was wrong about you. you were not who he envisioned you to be. his own skepticism plaguing his mind when gaz and soap came through the door with news about the new neighbor. johnny gushing about how much of a sweet thing you were and kyle nodding in agreement as he listened. price leaning against the wall as he watched the whole thing with a raised eyebrow.

“we have tae invite her over ghost. you’ll like her, ah promise.”

he was ready to decline the offer. ready to scold johnny for even suggesting inviting a stranger over, especially one he and price hadn’t met before. yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. seeing how johnny eyes practically screamed please and how kyle’s own head leaned against his chest as he stared at him.

“I don’t see a problem with it.” price said, giving simon a small shrug as he sipped on his tea.

jaw clenching, he sighed.

“fine.”

now looking at you, he understands why the boys took interest in you. you were gorgeous. a nervous thing. you reminded him of a scruffy kitten with how skittish and bad you were at holding eye contact. your fingers picking at the fabric of your tights that will surely leave a rip by the of the night. he had a feeling price will love a pretty doll like you.

he knew you lived alone. johnny and kyle had suspected you did and it didn’t take long for him and price to figure out you had no one to come home to with how much of a chatter box auntie lottie could be.

and for some reason the thought of you being alone left him with an annoying itch in his brain. an itch that had his fists curling until his knuckles turned white as he stared at you. who would leave such a sweet thing like you all alone?

“simon?” your voice cuts through his thoughts. eyes flickering towards you as your warm palm lays against his knee. eyes furrowing in confusion as you stare at him with those pretty eyes. “are you okay?”

“‘m fine. don’t worry, luv.” your lips turning into a small smile as you retreat your hand, fighting the urge to grab you and hold you against him forever.

silence falls between you again. your palms sweating a bit as you feel simon’s eyes on you.

your attention is soon ripped away from your hands as you hear the door opening, revealing the older man from a few days ago.

mutton chops.

he looks better up close. beard nicely trimmed and kind eyes as he stares at you. he has his winter clothes on. beanie on top of his head along with a jacket and cargo pants.

placing the grocery bags he was carrying on the counter next to the door as he makes his way next to simon.

“and who might this be?” he asks, staring down at you as you scramble to stand up and walk towards him. stuttering a small introduction as you extend your hand which he takes and brings closer to his face. staring wide-eyed as he presses a small kiss against the skin before he lets you go.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you. the boys have been talking about you.” he says, letting out a gruff chuckle as he takes the beanie off his head.

“i hope good things, sir.” you return with a tight smile. a small snort could be heard next to him as simon tilts his chin down to hide his laughter. mutton chops sending him a hard glare before returning his attention back to you.

“just call me john, darlin’. we are all friends here, right?” you could only nod, muttering a small apology before kyle and johnny come walking back to the living room, announcing that dinner is ready.

kyle brings you into a hug, pressing a small kiss against the side of your face between your jaw and neck that has you sucking in your breath.

“I’m so glad you could make it. I hope you’re hungry, i made a big feast.” his hands lingering a bit before johnny slides next to him, pushing him a bit to the side.

“kyle an’ simon are our little chefs of the house.” sending a teasing look at their direction as simon just rolls his eyes while kyle pulls johnny in for a quick kiss. your face heating up as you’re smushed between their bodies.

“stop hovering’ over the bird and let’s eat. we all are hungry.” price says, gently pulling you close to him as he leads you to the dinner table. the boys following behind them as you hear johnny and kyle wince at simon smacking them on the back of their head.

dinner goes smoothly. your tummy full with all the delicious food kyle made that had you moaning with every bite. kyle biting his lip to hide the small grin forming with how he preened in satisfaction.

with everyone occupied with their food, you took the moment to analyze all of them. there’s definitely a strong relationship between the four men.

price reaching out to squeeze kyle’s hand in appreciation by the end of dinner as the younger man just sends him a fond look.

johnny and simon were practically glued by the hip. soap naturally brushing his hand against simon’s thigh every time he talked or made a horrible dad joke which you couldn’t help but laugh every single time. they all fitted with one another like a puzzle. a small glow coming from them with all the gazes and smiles they shared.

at times you felt like you were an intruder watching from outside the glass, and maybe it was envy you felt. not towards the men but towards the love and devotion they had for one another. they were all beautiful and you were the ugly duckling of the group.

you had gone quiet without you realizing it, price touching your shoulder as you jolted in surprise. turning your head towards him as you’re met with a soft gaze. “we lost you there for a minute, love.”

“i.. I’m sorry. I kinda got lost in thought.” you say, offering a little laugh as you gulp down the last of your wine. god, how much have you drunk to get this emotional over something so meaningless?

if john notices the way your voice wavers or the way you eyes gloss over, he doesn’t comment on it. instead, asking kyle and johnny to take you to the couch to watch a movie as him and simon clean the dishes. ignoring your protests in helping and shutting you up with a stern look.

johnny pinches your cheek as you sulk like a child for not being able to help. “you’re our guest silly. would be rude tae make ye work.” setting you down on the comfy couch, blanket in hand as he sits to your right and kyle to your left. squished between their warm bodies.

“get comfortable, princess.” kyle murmurs beside you, the hairs on your neck standing with how close he is. wondering if they could hear goat fast your heart is beating.

the boys insist in you to pick the movie, settling on watching the “elf” with christmas just around the corner. you try your very best to stay focused on the tv screen, ignoring the way johnny ever so often lightly brushes his fingers against your shoulder with how he rests his arm around the back of the couch. or the way kyle brushes his leg against your thigh, sending you an innocent simple every time you look his way.

at some point in the middle of the movie, your eyes grow heavy. your body fighting the urge to shut down after a long week of work. you soon lose the battle, the mixture of both kyle and johnny’s warmness, their scents, soft touches and way of making you feel relaxed win over your consciousness.

you think you feel a soft blanket drape itself on you along with your shoes being removed. the faintest touch against your cheek before you drift to sleep.

“goodnight mo luaidh.”

a/n: I’m not very proud of this one but i tried my best. 😓 please let me know if there’s anything i should fix/improve on. love ya! <33

[eightballing]

Friends, Just Friends

Warnings- none

Word count- 744

Jason Todd x GN! Reader

Jason has issues, that’s never been a secret.

So why is everything so easy with you?

He met you because he ran into you. Literally. He was in a cafe when he spotted Dick, and he didn’t feel like talking, so he booked it out of there. In his defense, he wasn’t looking where he was going. He really should’ve been looking. He was out the door faster than Wally. That’s when he ran into you, almost knocking you onto the pavement. Well, he would have if he didn’t grab your hand just in time. “…sorry.” He mutters, looking away. He's really embarrassed. you wouldn’t have known if you didn’t see the flush of his cheeks. “It's okay, you didn’t see me.” you smile, trying to be kind to the poor stranger. “I'm y/n.” You hold out your hand, a bit sheepishly. He's really tall. and big. and well… everything in between. He's very aware of that fact, and he slouches regularly to make himself seem less intimidating as Jason Todd. As Red Hood? Oh, he’s definitely standing at his full height. He shakes your hand, and you two have a conversation that ends in exchanging numbers. You become friends from then on.

Friends. That’s what he has to tell himself when you patch him up, not even upset that he woke you. That’s what he has to tell himself when he throws a blanket over you when you fall asleep. You just make it so easy.

Friends. That's what he has to tell himself when he catches you looking at him a little too long, or when he catches himself grasping your hand in a crowded area. He doesn’t like crowds. Too many people, he can’t watch over them all. He can’t protect you if they all come at him, even though he knows that would never happen. “You never know” is always in the back of his mind.

One night, he gets bored. He doesn’t want to invite anyone over, but then decides that he hasn’t talked to anyone in a while. He tries to see if Roy can hang out, trying to avoid the drama of you and that whole… thing, but Roy is busy. He sighs and calls you anyway. Obviously, you show up at his apartment, grinning and ready for a movie night. That’s normal, Jason tries to tell himself, they’re always cheerful. But he can’t stop thinking about how beautiful your smile is. The rest of the night goes pretty smoothly, you two watching dumb movies and laughing with each other through them. Of course that’s when you put your stupid head on his stupid shoulder. He’s freaking the fuck out. Do they like me back? He wonders, then quickly chides himself for acting like a fifth grader. This isn’t some kid crush. Still, he’s not used to this. He hasn’t had much physical affection, only settling for occasional one night stand that results in leaving before they wake up and not caring if they’re hurt by that. He’s made it clear that he doesn’t want a relationship to everyone that knows him. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody, as Red Hood or even as plain Jason. But… he won’t deny that he’s the longing type. He doesn’t just want you, he longs for you. He craves you. So, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and praying to whatever deity that’s out there that you won’t flip out. You don’t. You just scoot a bit closer, acting like everything’s normal. How can you be so calm about this? Jason turns his head to look at you, and you meet his gaze. He stares into your stunning eyes, that always makes him soften. Always. “What?” you mumble softly, smiling a little. He swallows. You look gorgeous in this light. When did he become such a sap? Without thinking, he cups your face in his hands gently. He just smiles when you lean into his touch, his cute dimples showing. Fuck, I really want to kiss you right now. He thinks and lets out a shaky breath. It’s now or never. “Can I… would you be mad if I kissed you right now?” He whispers, his hands practically shaking with anxiety. He starts to worry that he’s overstepped when you speak. “I wouldn’t be mad at all, Jay. Go ahead” You whisper. Yes. They said yes. He immediately kisses you, making sure to go slow. It’s not too rough, but its not shy either. It’s perfect. This must be what heaven feels like. He pulls back after a few seconds. “I know I might be doing this out of order, but can I take you out?” He says with the dumb grin that you’ve loved since you’ve met him.

Fin

Authors note:

I know that was short (I wrote it in like, an hour 😭) but I hope you liked it! That was my first ever fic, and I can’t wait to write more in the future! Thanks for reading!

[aishangotome]

My Ideal Doting Life - Azel

Thank you @shatcey for uploading this video!

A while after I started living with the Tanzanite Living God in his solitary desert castle--

I noticed something strange about my lover.

Emma: Prince Azel-- no, Azel. Lunch is re--...

Emma: ...What are you doing?

Azel, who was enjoying his retirement after many twists and turns, was reading a book upside down at his desk for some reason.

Azel: Can't you tell by looking?

Emma: I can't tell. Is that the correct way to read that book?

Azel: Ah.

As if he had just noticed that the book was upside down, Azel casually turned it the right way around and cleared his throat.

(Suspicious. He was definitely doing something different before I came in, wasn't he?)

Azel: I wasn't.

Emma: What kind of excuse is that?

Azel: Anyway, I'm hungry. Thank you again today, my devoted Emma.

(...I'm worried.)

-

Another night...

(...Hmm... I'm awake.)

I woke up while it was still dark outside and noticed that Azel wasn't next to me. Sitting up and looking around, I saw the balcony window was slightly open.

Bathed in the light of the enormous moon worshipped by the Tanzanite people, Azel was by the window, diligently reading a book. He was wearing his usual clothes, having declared that familiar attire was best for nighttime. He seemed completely unaware that I had woken up.

(He has such a serious expression.)

Captivated by his beautiful profile illuminated by the moonlight, I got out of bed as quietly as possible. I crept closer, step by stealthy step, but just as I was almost within reach, Azel turned towards me.

Azel: Are you an assassin or something?

Emma: You noticed me?

Azel: Obviously.

Despite claiming he had noticed me, Azel hurriedly closed the book and hid it behind his back. He may have been unconscious of it, but it was enough to fuel my suspicion.

Emma: What were you reading?

Azel: ...It's a top-secret document relating to national security. I can't let an outsider like you see it.

Emma: A super important book like that, at this hour?

Azel: Do you have a problem with that?

Emma: Azel...has anyone ever told you you're a terrible liar?

Azel: No. If any disrespectful person dared to say such a thing, I'd trap them in a nightmare they'd never wake from.

Azel stood up, swiftly scooped me up in his arms, and tossed me onto the bed. I tried to protest that our conversation wasn't over, but he quickly wrapped me in the blankets, rendering me immobile.

Azel: Now go to sleep. Go to sleep right now. This instant.

Emma: But I'm awake now.

Emma: ... Maybe if you sang me a lullaby, I could fall asleep.

Azel: How old are you, a child?

Emma: Even adults like to listen to songs before they sleep, you know? Haven't you heard of that?

Azel: ...Gods are not acquainted with the common practices of mortals.

(If I say this, he'll probably get annoyed and give up on trying to get me to sleep.)

(More importantly, I need to press him a little more about that book--)

I was just planning my interrogation strategy when Azel started singing with a formidable expression. The words seemed to be from an ancient time, and I couldn't understand their meaning, but the song, spun in his deep, calming voice, was beautiful. It was so comforting, it was almost as if some mystical force was at work.

(I didn't actually think he would sing for me. And he's surprisingly good.)

(...He looks so embarrassed though... This is just...)

(Oh well. I'll let him off the hook today because of this song.)

-

But even after that, Azel's suspicious and strange behavior continued... to the point where I started to worry if he was carrying some heavy burden.

Emma: Today, I'm going to make you confess!

That day, Azel was again acting suspiciously, sneaking around in the hallway. Determined not to let him escape this time, I spread my arms wide, blocking his path.

Azel: What are you talking about?... Confess what? I haven't done anything.

Emma: That's a lie. You threw something out the window as soon as you saw me, didn't you?

Azel: It was garbage.

Emma: Then I'll go pick it up.

Azel: No need.

Emma: ...

Azel: ...

(This is going nowhere.)

Emma: Azel ---...

Just as I opened my mouth to put an end to this, Azel grabbed my hand and pressed me against the wall.

(!?)

With his hands on either side of me, I was trapped between the wall and him.

(...What's going on all of a sudden?)

His mystical eyes, like a starry night sky, gazed down at me, and his beautiful hair, which shimmered like a dream in the sunlight, brushed against my cheek.

(Being this close... I can almost hear my heart pounding.)

Azel: ...

Emma: ...Um...

Azel: ...............

Emma: Azel?

Azel: .........................

Emma: "Damn... I pushed her against the wall without thinking, and now I don't know how to explain myself."

Azel: Wrong. And stop that strangely irritating imitation of me.

Emma: Eek!

After pinching my cheek, Azel touched his forehead to mine and let out a deep sigh.

Azel: It's just-- ...

Azel: This is what-- you know.

Emma: ...I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you.

Azel: So...

Azel: --...it was written there.

(I can't believe I can't hear him even though we're so close.)

He was definitely whispering something, but it was proving incredibly difficult to catch his faint voice.

Azel: In other words, you don't need to worry about anything.

Emma: When you say it with your face all red like that, it makes me even more worried-- Mmmph!

In the end, he resorted to forceful measures and physically sealed my lips with his. He seemed to have no intention of backing down until I gave up my questioning, and every time I tried to form a word, I was met with a ravenous kiss.

(That's playing dirty...)

Our entwined tongues gradually drew pleasure from my body, and my strength drained away with the pounding of my heart. I almost collapsed to the floor, but he caught my waist just in time, helping me keep my balance.

Emma: ...That's too much.

Azel: You're the one to blame.

(He says it so boldly, without a shred of remorse.)

I glared at him lightly, conveying my embarrassment, and Azel turned away.

Azel: Alright, alright, it was my fault.

Azel: So...that's it.

Azel: ...Shall we go for a walk?

Emma: Eh...a walk?

-

Perhaps to appease me, Azel led me out of the temple and towards an oasis deep within the desert.

(I didn't know there was a place like this nearby.)

Since hardly anyone approached the temple, the primordial sanctuary, there were no signs of human intrusion in this oasis either. If this was a secret spot known only to Azel, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the God's garden.

Emma: What a beautiful lake... It feels so nice.

As I bent down and scooped up some water, Azel placed his hand on my head with a grumpy expression.

Azel: Not that way.

He gently grasped my head and turned it to face a different direction.

My eyes widened at the sight that unfolded further into the oasis, near the water's edge.

Emma: No way... Is that a flower field!?

Lush flowers bloomed around the lakeshore, moisturizing the dry desert.

I hurried over and looked down at the flowers from close range.

(These are... "Azel flowers".)

Named after Azel, the living god, these flowers were supposed to be a special variety bred to bloom even in the desert.

Emma: I can't believe they're growing wild here.

Azel: ...It's rare, so don't tell anyone.

Azel, who had caught up to me, was looking away for some reason.

Azel: If you tell anyone, it might get ruined.

Emma: I'll keep it a secret.

(...What's with this strange feeling?)

Despite my wonder, I couldn't resist the allure of the flower field. I bent down and gently touched a petal.

Azel: Do you like flowers that much?

Emma: I do. Just looking at them heals my soul.

Azel: ...I see.

Azel: I'm not interested, but if you like them that much, we can come see them again.

Emma: Please come with me next time.

Azel: ...

Emma: Thank you!

Azel: I didn't say anything.

Emma: Your face gave you away.

Emma: Eek... W-What are you doing!?

Even as he squeezed my cheeks, Azel didn't seem to mind it all that much.

Azel: I'll charge you a guide fee.

Emma: Not a date fee?

Azel: ...It's not a date.

Emma: It's a date to me.

Azel: No, it's not. There's no way I'd do something so frivolous.

Emma: Azel... There's such a thing as a flower field date in this world, you know.

Azel: ...

Emma: In other words, it's too late now!

I stood up and hugged Azel's arm, as he looked like he was about to run away.

Emma: Let's bring a tent and a picnic basket next time.

Azel: ...Do as you like.

Even as he let out a deep sigh, Azel's eyes were incredibly gentle.

-

That night...

(...He's reading that book again.)

I peeked at Azel from the bed, making sure he didn't notice me watching him by the window. This time, I hadn't actually woken up; I was pretending to be asleep, waiting for my chance.

(He managed to fool me during the day, but this time...)

Emma: Azel!

Azel: What!?

I deliberately raised my voice, and Azel jumped and turned to face me.

Emma: I just heard a noise outside...

Azel: ...Huh?

The kind-hearted god didn't doubt my words and walked straight towards the door.

(I feel so guilty... I'm sorry for deceiving you.)

I resolved to make an extravagant meal tomorrow as an apology. Getting out of bed, I reached for the "top-secret document relating to national security" that Azel had left on the floor.

Azel: It was just your imagination. There's nothing outsi--

Azel: ..............

Emma: ..............

Azel: ...You tricked me.

Emma: I'm sorry. But...

Emma: ...I love you.

The reason for Azel's strange behavior lately was all contained in one book...

My first words after learning the truth were simply what came to mind.

Emma: This is that romance novel popular in Acroite, isn't it?

Fun fact: Matias had talked about a famous love book that was popular enough to be considered the bible of love in Acroite, and had attempted to give a copy to both Kagari and Azel :)

Emma: It's famous for being a beginner's bible for love, with detailed descriptions of interactions between men and women in love...

I flipped open the cover and peeked inside, noticing dog-eared pages here and there.

The marked pages included scenes like a woman falling in love while being pressed against a wall and gazing into her lover's eyes, a couple visiting a beautiful flower field and expressing their innocent joy, and then--...

Azel: Oh, is that so? I had no idea. This is news to me.

He snatched the book away with a speed that would rival a gale.

Azel: I have no need for such a thing. I'll burn it immediately.

Emma: Don't burn it!

As he seriously tried to dash outside, I clung to Azel's waist and stopped him.

(No wonder he was trying so hard to hide it.)

Azel: Get off me! Don't stop me! Please don't stop me! I beg you!

Emma: You don't have to be so embarrassed.

Emma: ...By the way, was it you who planted those flowers blooming in the desert?

Azel: What flowers? I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Do you think I have the free time to indulge in gardening?

Emma: It was you, wasn't it, Azel?

Azel: ...

The words that had been tumbling out of his mouth without a pause suddenly ceased, and the silence of the night returned.

I couldn't help but laugh at his transparency.

(...Azel has always avoided loving or being loved by anyone.)

(On top of that, he's a living god, detached from the world, so sometimes he's unfamiliar with worldly matters.)

(So, did he decide to study how to love someone?)

Azel: No.

Emma: I didn't say anything.

Azel: That irritatingly smug grin on your face says it all.

(Forgive me for grinning. It's impossible not to grin in this situation.)

Azel: ...You seem to be mistaken, but this book contains important codes that you wouldn't understand.

Emma: Alright. I'll pretend that's true.

Azel: ... >:(

Azel, his face completely red, carelessly tossed the book aside and grabbed my chin with one hand.

(Uh oh, that look in his eyes is bad news.)

By the time I sensed danger, it was already too late. Just like during the day, our lips overlapped.

Perhaps he had learned that this was how he could seize control, but he devoured me with a greed unbecoming of a holy god.

My legs weakened, and as I clung to him, he pushed me down onto the nearby bed.

Azel: ...

Emma: Don't try to hide your embarrassment--... Mm!

Stealing my words, Azel pulls down my negligee along with my underwear with it.

(He's trying to make me feel embarrassed because he's embarrassed himself...)

He lightly grasped my chest, exposed in the moonlight, and kneaded it with exquisite pressure.

Emma: Ah…Nn… I'm not… fooled that… easily-- Ah!

The tip of my nipple was caught by his finger, and a heated breath melted into the night air.

Azel: Listen, everything you just saw was a dream.

Emma: I'm not... falling for that... anymore... H-Hey!

After pulling the rest of my negligee off, my legs were lifted into the air mercilessly.

I was hyperaware of his gaze fixed on that honeyed place, and a warmth spread through my entire body.

Emma: S-Stop... Ah...

He pressed his thumb against that sensitively swollen place, and my hips lifted involuntarily.

His fingers, as if searching for my weak points, found a certain spot and relentlessly tormented it. The sensation of nectar endlessly dripping from deep within me made me instinctively cover my face with both hands.

(I know I'm playing right into Azel's hands... but I'm so embarrassed I feel like I'm going to evaporate...)

Azel: You didn't see anything earlier, right?

Emma: ...You're... so stubborn... N-No, not there-- Ahh!

His fingers, thrust deep inside, churned my insides, and my body bounced on the bed.

Azel: Until you admit it, you'll be subjected to this humiliation.

Emma: ...That's...unfair...

Azel: Shut up.

He squeezed the nectar-coated swelling, and I gripped the sheets in intense pleasure.

Emma: Haa... But...

Before my consciousness faded, I somehow managed to raise my languid body and hug Azel.

Emma: That kind of... straightforwardness... I love it, too.

Azel: Would you please stop saying things like "I love you" so much?

Azel: --... It makes it impossible for me to keep up my pretense.

(He's thinking things that require him to keep up a pretense...)

(Azel's way of loving is so straightforward that it comes full circle.)

Emma: You don't need a romance bible, Azel.

I slightly pulled away and touched my forehead to his.

Emma: You'll never, ever admit it...

Emma: But even without that knowledge... you're always unconsciously doting on me.

Azel: ...I am not. >:(

Emma: You are.

I placed a kiss on his lips, which were determined not to acknowledge anything, and chuckled softly.

(Even now, in this moment...)

Emma: Your affection is overflowing.

Contrary to his blunt words, the arms that returned my embrace were gentle, and his mystical eyes were hazy with passion—

Azel: ...Is that so bad?

At his fading voice, my own chest overflowed with an irrepressible amount of love.

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FIN

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[faghubby]

Office Policy

I sat listening to the same old things, Cost cutting, PTO, blah blah. I swear they did this every 6 months. I know I was drifting off. My mind on what to ,ake for diner. When I felt a hand onnmy knee. I quickly jolted back to reality. Mark a younger good-looking guy who worked in Actually I didn't know what he did. His hand slid up my leg. I slapped his hand and made a noise.

"Andrea you had a question?" Maria from HR said stopping her babbling. Embarrassed I came up with.

"I was wondering about how we could" I started when Mark's hand continued up his fingers now running over my panties.

"Solve the vacation issues" I finished as Mark slid even closer to me. Andrea went on to explain how vacation times had been denied last month due to too many people requesting at the same time. I tried not to make a scene and quietly begged Mark to stop.

"What are you doing, stop it" I whisperedgrossly. His reply was to push my dsmp panties aside and pushnhis two fingers into me. My legs I had been pushing together to stop him now parted.

"Stop" I said biting my lip. Mark continued for another ten minutes or so before the meeting came to an end, he quickly just got up and left.

Great just like my husband he didn't finish I got up and made my way to the ladies room. I was so excited, I fixed my panties but I couldn't masterbate not at work. So I relaxed and went to my desk. As soon as I logged in I got an email.

"Meet me in the third floor conference room now" from Mark. I couldn't I was married. I will go put an end to this I thought and went downstairs. The conference room had no windows. I knocked then opened the door. Mark grabbed me as soon as I opened the door. He pushed me against the wall.

"Stop this right now" I said softly. As his hand cupped my breast.

"Tell me you don't want this" Mark hissed in my ear. As he lifted my skirt.

"Take off your panties" he whispered. I pushed them down letting them fall around my ankles.

"You have such a great ass" he said as his fingers pushed into me again. I let him do whatever he wanted. I wanted to kiss him. I couldn't no this was just. What sex? Did thst make it okay. Mark had my blouse open and my bra unclasped as he finger fucked me. Taking my breast in his mouth. God I wanted him. I came on his fingers burying my face in his chest to muffle my whimpers. I could feel his excitement thru his slacks. Was he going to fuck me? I fumbled with his belt. But got his pants open letting them fall I reached into his boxes and grasped his manhood. He was bigger then I thought I couldn't close my hand around it I stroked him softly.

"Fuck me" I moaned.

"Show me how much you want me to" He told me. I dropped to my knees. I hadn't even sucked my husband in years. But I took him in my mouth. I stroked and sucked his cock. Without warning he came in my mouth. I had never let anyone cum in my mouth. I spit into the garbage can.

"You need to work on that. But don't worry you will get lots of practice" He told me. What an arrogant prick I thought. He then smiled and kissed me. Not a peck a deep tounge probing passionate kiss. Even after I had just had his cum in my mouth.

"I have to go" he said softly grabbing my ass. Before he fixed his pants. I was practically naked alone in a conference room at work. I quickly put myself together and rushed to the ladies room to wash out my mouth and fix my hair. I was still so horny when I went home. Paul wasn't home yet. And our daughter Amy and our son John had basketball practice. I went to the bedroom and pulled out my little pink toy. I rubbed it against my clit thinking about Mark. Then wondered I put it in my mouth sucking it. Trying to take more. It tasted like me I didn't mind it wasn't like a man it was sweet. I managed to take most of it while I fingered myself. Then plunged the toy into my soaking wet slit I cried out as I came. I got changed putting on sweats. And started dinner. But could not get Mark out of my head. I kept trying to see how far I could stick things down my throat as I cooking. Spatula handle, a banana. What was wrong with me I had cheated on my husband and I just wanted more.

I waited until dinner, homework was done, the kids where in bed. Then I dragged Paul to bed. He kept saying 10 minutes. But I needed it now. I surprised him buy sucking his dick. I realized how much smaller he was then Mark. I didn't know how big Paul was we never measured it or anything. Then Paul did the thing I needed he flipped me around and went downtown me. Man this man had a magical tounge. E made me cum for the third time today. Then he climbed on top and made live to me. As he kissed me I thought of Mark. He didn't make me cum he never did. But I loved this man.

I ran into Mark the next morning as we were walking into work. He gently grabbed my elbow in the crowd and steered me to the stairs. Once the door closed he kissed me. I didn't even have time to think.

"No skirt, have to be difficult" He said with a smile. He had my pants down and my panties off. Holding my hands above my head. He shoved my legs apart and drove his cock into me. HD lifted me off the floor and fucked me against the cold concrete wall. He was so big he filled me. I just kissed him as he took me. He came hard and deep inside me. He placed me back down kissing me agsin before vanishing out the door. I again found myself rushing to get dressed. Then heading to the ladies room. My make up a mess. I was actually late by the time I got upstairs.

The next morning I went prepared, leaving early. Not doing my makeup. Wore a skirt, put clean panties in my purse. But no Mark. It wasn't until almost the end of the day when my supervisor came and told me HR wanted to see me. God had we been seen on camera or something. I was nervous when I knocked on Maria's door.

"Andrea" Maria said with a smile getting up to greet me.

"Great news, a position opened up in accusations and your name is on top of the list" Andrea told me.

"Really, what position?" I asked not even sure what they did up there. Andrea stepped very close.

"Personal slut" she hissed. Kissing me. Startled I stepped back.

"What?" I managed to say.

"Mark has requested you be moved to personal slut, just one more interview." Maria unbuttoned her dress.

"I don't understand?" I stuttered

"Yes you do, you are going to lick and suck my pussy until I let you go" Maria told me. She continued to get undressed. She was a beautiful woman but this was. Personal slut?

"What's it going to be fired or" ahe leaned back on her desk., "Come on" she encouraged I stepped towards her I couldn't lose my job. I knelt. I had never been with a woman I just started to do what Paul did to me. Maria loved it she came fast. I had never been with a woman but I loved it I was soaking wet when instead up. Maria just fixed her dress. As she started to talk about my new duties. As she moved I thought about how she had not put her panties back on.

"As a company slut. You may be aske to please several executives even at the same time" Maria said.

"Maria I can't I am married" I stuttered.

"No one says you can't sleep with him as well" Maria commented. "But it might be better if you just started cuckolding him"

My head was spinning. What was I going to do?

"Some men will expect to use your ass as well" Maria continued. I had never even let Paul use my ass.

"There are several company sluts you are not special, you will recieve a raise and a clothing allowance" Maria handed me some papers to sign. I squirmed in my seat.

"Your horny little slut aren't you" Maria smiled seeing my discomfort. I just blushed.

"Strip" Maria laughed. I was naked in seconds.

"You will have to learn to get to strip. Men like a show. And sexy lingerie is a must" Maria told me he'd hands cupped my breast smacked my ass. She examined me.

"Bend over" she commanded she walked around the room. She approached and applied lube to my ass. Her fingers pushed into my ass. She removed them and pushed something harder and bigger in. It hurt then it set.

"You like the plug slut? You want your ass stretched?" Maria laughed. She had me stand and applied nipple clamps with a chain. And led me out of her office. Everyone was gone. I was terrified as she walked me down the hall. She knocked on a door then entered.

"Good I was hoping you where still here" she said a older man in his 60s turned and looked at me.

"This is Mr Lewis" she told me and left. He casually walked across the room. Handed me the glass of whiskey he was drinking. I downed it in one gulp. He glanced down. I hesitated and he pulled the chain on my nipple clamps I dropped to my knees and fumbled with his belt. He just stood there as I dropped his pants and underwear. His cock still soft I took it in my mouth. He moaned as I made him hard. He wasn't very long but thick. I struggled to open my mouth wide enough.

"That's enough" he told me. I stopped and stood.

"Over the desk" he commanded as he finished getting undressed. I leaned over the desk. He came up behind me. His hands on my hips he slid his cock into me. A deep sense of relief washed over me. As I was so wet. He fucked me slow his little pot belly rubbing my ass. I came as he fucked me. I could feel my own juices running down my thighs. Then he came adding his to it. I got dressed in my gym clothes that I had left in my desk and went home to husband.it was late he was worried. After a long conversation I explained everything. He just sat there in shock. I reached over and stroked his cock.

"Baby I love you" still stroking him. "But I need this, I don't know why but I do." Paul unzipped his pants.

"I can't I mean it's sore" I told him. He just nodded as I stroked his cock. "He was really big, they both are"i told him. His little 4 inch dick squirted there was so little cum I thought after how much my bosses had cum. I kissed him and went to shower.

[applepi0nes]

Becky's older sibling joins the mission? Pt. 2

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Part 1

GN!reader X Demetrius Desmond (a bit aged up)

SFW (one mention of something being meant in non sexual way)

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This part is mostly gonna be about headcanons. (Can be read separately)

A/n: Tysm for all the likes on my last post, i geniuly wasn't expecting this much? (Yes I feel like it's a lot) I promise to continue running this Demetrius agenda till my friend starts like him instead of hating on him🙏🦈

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▪︎ The first thing I need to mention is that getting an actual date with my guy will be harder than actually asking him out.

▪︎ Starting with the presence of his family title and position. For your both safety measures going actually OUT on a date will be nonexistent or very very rare.

▪︎ The second one is that Demetrius doesn't have any interests outside of studying and succeeding as his father's son.

▪︎ Which also gets us to the point that he dates to marry his s/o since he doesn't seem any appeal or reason in dating for any other reason.

▪︎ Now we're finally getting to the actual reason why would he want to date someone. First, you fit his imagination of the future wife he has expectations about.

▪︎ Second, you peek his interest or he is able to actually understand you. It was mentioned few times that Demetrius doesn't understand other people and his mind is blank (I don't wanna spoiler why so if yk yk).

▪︎ Another thing i wanna consider is that if you get to him very close from the start he might not like it and eventually get scared since he doesn't know things like this which is after math of his family relationships.

▪︎ I can see him actually being relaxed and open with his s/o after some time, but it might have to take a lot of time and patience. Definitely just hanging out in his room or somewhere outside in nature like a picnics on fields.

▪︎Now i FINALLY got to my original scenario of your first and second date, because yours first date was definitely in his room. And not in any weird or sexual way, he cannot really go outside and he spends a lot of time in his room.

▪︎ The start of your date was kinda awkward, especially if you expected you two going somewhere out and Demetrius geniuly doesn't know how to do anything beside what he was teached. Which consists of hard work, studying, some social etiquette and that might be all. He hardly had any hobbies since it only worked as an distraction. (For some reason i can see him playing GOLF haha).

After one sided conversation with Demetrius you had quite mixed feelings, but the strongest one you could pinpoint were definitely embarrassment and disappointment. With the thoughts of burying yourself in a hole you plopped on your date's bed and closed your eyes.

You weren't sure how many time passed from the moment you closed your eyes, few minutes or an hour? Unfortunately or fortunately the mattress shifting and dipping made it's way as an reminder of the situation you are in.

"I don't think I really understand why you're laying on my bed with your eyelids closed in a broad daylight."

So now you had Demetrius laying next to you, a good or a bad thing? Not sure.

"Then why are you doing the same?"

"Well maybe if i will copy your movements, i might find or feel the reason of your doings..."

▪︎ Congratulations, Demetrius actually cares about this realitionship even if it might be impossible to notice sometimes.

▪︎ My own little personal headcanon is that Demetrius would like you to read out loud to him or the other way, him to you. Your voice is definitely soothing no matter if it's more on the higher or deeper level, because anything sounds better than his parents tones of voice.

▪︎ It doesn't even have to be anything meaningful, just read out to him while he's next to you or eventually laying his head in your lap and the world and responsibilities doesn't exist to him anymore.

▪︎ Now the second day is definitely you dragged him outside on some field or forest or anything in nature for a picnic.

▪︎ From one of the newer chapters we know that Demetrius doesn't mess with his food and if he eats then there will be no crumbs left. So if you aren't a good cook or even bought something from a convenience store, he's eating it all up and you're going home with an lighter basket than before.

▪︎ Dating Demetrius will definitely involve him asking you about school at least once in each conversation which might end up in you being tutored if he has time. (He will tell you to ask the school's tutor the first time you ask him)

▪︎ That brings us to study dates, expect with Demetrius you HAVE TO study and you can't really slack of so chose whatever suits you.

▪︎ Meeting each other's families? Good luck with that one because you will need to be more than ready to meet his family.

▪︎ Meeting your family (the Blackbell's) is definitely the better side. Becky is gonna ask milion questions about your realitionship and later report back to Anya with all the details.

▪︎ There is shown a bit about Becky's father and his kind of a... too big clinging to their realitionship so i can see him being very protective, but secretly proud for you bagging the Desmonds oldest son.

▪︎ Now get ready for the final boss, because if you're not second Melinda or someone who won't get into the Desmonds family actual business you are NOT gonna be liked by Donovan.

▪︎ Let's be honest Melinda couldn't care less, she might feel a bit pity for you since she expects you to end up like her.

A/n:(It's not oficial, but as a person who was forced to go to 8 psychologists as a little kid (I had no idea why I'm here too at that time) she's definitely not okay both because of her fear and because of her post mental illness)

▪︎ Damian either loves you or hates you, nothing in between. He might even get a tad bit jealous since you're getting the attention from his brother he never had.

▪︎ My final headcanon is that even if he didn't love you back you are NOT gonna be cheated on by him. First he geniuly doesn't have time for such a thing and second it's against his morals.

In short, realitionship with Demetrius might be pretty hard to maintain definitely at start. But if he will let you help him and love him you're secured for the life sis.

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Tagged:

@luvsymai

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I'm sorry that this is more headcanons and abit different from my last part, but I'm planning to make another one.

(I'm gonna fix the grammar when I feel better, sorry for the mistakes)

I also got sick (it's literally the last week of this semester for me) so if anyone has requests or any ideas feel free to share with me, hope you enjoyed my writing today. 💕🦈

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[lavender-tea-fling]

Author ask tag

OH SHIT HELLO @sorrowsfallallaround AND @sunny374940 ! Thanks for thinking of me!

Let’s focus on something a little different, shall I?

What is the main lesson of your Story?

I think that if “Proven Guilty” had a lesson, it would be that people, while often well-intentioned, are imperfect and have human memories. Things shift and change through the lens of time, and sometimes things that seem obvious in hindsight are not so obvious at first.

What did you use as inspiration for your world building?

I LOVE crime dramas and spy fiction, specifically Columbo, Knives Out, Glass Onion, and Only Murders in the Building. Funnily enough, though, the main world building inspiration was probably good old fashioned Film Noir: the femme fatales, the high profile victims, and the wet cat ass detectives (except, due to the sheer lack of really pathetic female characters, mine is a chain-smoking caffeine addict who is surviving on spite alone).

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? So you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help them grow as a person?

I guess my story sort of has two MCs: Detective Inspector Ethel Carter, and Dr. Julian Fox (the murder victim). The primary driving force is Ethel, who is trying (sometimes in vain) to find the truth despite the chaos and conflicting stories. At the heart of it, Julian wanted the same, and got killed for it.

Julian is, in many ways, who I wish I was: clever, unapologetic, and committed to the freedom of information and justice in the face of a corrupt government. I wrote them to be an inspiration, but there is something to be said for the fact that they don’t make it — something I fear deeply the more controlled information becomes.

Ethel is a bastard. I say that with love. She is who I see myself as now: tired, angry, but determined. She is also a cautionary tale: despite your best efforts, people can be dumb. They can lie without meaning to, forget major details and change their story without realizing. In the end, you may solve the murder, but there is a toll.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

It’s a play, actually! Two acts, six scenes. Runs about 90 minutes based on its debut. It has gone through edits since, though.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

It is original content! I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to do with it beyond finishing up the little details and sending it to the copyright office. Maybe try to get it published? What do yall think?

When did you start writing?

Oh a LONG time ago. I think my first short story was when I was 5 or 6. It wasn’t good: I had no concept of age, so I assumed 16 was grown up enough to have a baby. Looking back, I wonder what my teacher thought.

My first work on ao3 was a BBC Sherlock fanfic I wrote back in 2019 (it is no longer connected to my account bc I got really embarrassed about it), and the rest is history!

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of Writeblr?

Sure do! @sorrowsfallallaround mentioned it in their post, but write what you want to read. Proven Guilty was born from a bunch of burned out techies talking about what we would want to see in a mystery. Also: imposter syndrome happens. It doesn’t mean it is correct, but it will suck regardless. Someday, you might look back on an old piece and cringe; but, someday, if you’re lucky, you will read an old piece and finally see the brilliance in your own work. You got this.

Tagging @the-font-bandit @themontess @woundedsoul12 and anyone else who wants in!

[swaglet]

i'm gonna be so real with everybody. i think it should be completely illegal for these to be sold. there's no benefit to them at all. they don't actually make you smell good. putting any harsh chemicals, especially fragrances and detergents, anywhere NEAR your vagina disrupts its pH balance, which in turn disrupts its ability to clean itself (yes it really is a self cleaning organ which we all are aware of but apparently the majority of the world is not for some reason) and increases the risk for yeast infections and UTIs. i'm fairly convinced that one of the reasons so many women get frequent UTIs could be related to how they handle vaginal hygiene and what products they use, specifically ones with fragrances and detergents.

just use mild, unscented soap!!!! or even just water and a clean washcloth!!! i promise you you don't need anything else, you are clean down there if you are using water and washing it, it does a large part of the work for you. that's what your discharge is for. just wipe your vulva with a washcloth and wash it off with water (and mild unscented soap if you're particularly worried) and you are good to go, squeaky clean. whatever smell comes out of you is, with 99% certainty, most likely meant to come out of you. first of all, it's an organ. second, it sits very snugly between your thighs and both of your buttcheeks all day long while you go about your business. you're probably going to sweat at some point throughout the day, you could be on your period, you are going to get discharge. all of those are normal things that happen and come together to make smells that aren't going to be the most pleasant thing on earth, but they came from the body of a living animal that secretes waste while she does her thing. a man in your same situation (who doesn't even menstruate, by the way) probably took a shit and didn't completely wipe his ass and also took a piss and left a little droplet of it in his underwear when he pulled his pants back up and didn't give a shit. and you're worried about YOU being gross. ok. men literally leave piss in their underwear and shit flakes in their ass hair but i have never seen an aisle full of male hygiene products like we have for women. at most, i see dude wipes for poopy sweaty asscrack hair and monkeybutt powder for sweaty nutsacks. AND MOST OF THEM DON'T EVEN USE THAT STUFF THEY JUST DON'T GAF.

i cannot preach to you just how NATURAL the smells coming out of you are. and i cannot tell you just how much nobody cares. matter of fact is, you are worried about it in your own head, but most other people most likely can't smell it at all. i have had friends tell me "omfg i need to go to the bathroom right now do you have a wet wipe i'm so scared my coochie stinks" and i'm like "? i smell nothing how could anyone even smell that unless they were directly looking for it" and my friends would always get kind of upset at my for saying that but I'm being so honest how could anyone even smell that. i've never been in a situation where i've smelled someone's vagina odor unless she was pantsless and her crotch was in my face

and if you DO have a smell coming from your vagina that is worrying you, please do not be embarrassed to call a (FEMALE, IF POSSIBLE) gyno and ask her about it!!! you may have some kind of infection that can easily be treated by prescription medication, NOT harsh fragrant chemicals from the drug store 😡 PLEASE TREAT YOUR PUSSIES KINDLY 🫶🏻 THEY LOVE YOU

i'm mostly talking about these things, like soaps and wipes and deodorants specifically designed, labelled, and packaged to be used on your vulva and inside your vagina.

please reblog for the largest sample size possible i Want answers. why is that aisle even in the store

[best-fictional-pterosaur]

To warm up before the tournament itself, and to help me a little with bracket making:

Please reblog for a larger sample size, and follow if you haven't already and would like to participate!

[sparklingchim]

[shigussy]

i keep getting tiktoks of these younger gen z kids referencing a time they did something relating to fandom in public and now they're embarrassed by it and everytime i see one i sit there thinking over all of middle and high school and having genuinely 0 moments that i feel embarrassed by, like i definitely did a lot of shit these kids would be embarrassed by but i think these are all just really fucking funny

also photographic evidence of the kinda kid i was. these are from 2014/15 when i was in 8th grade

-desolation row one shot(still on wattpad gerard way/reader smut)

-twerk it on (mcr crack fanfic no longer on wattpad but i have another fic in my library called twerking in taco bell which definitely ALSO used for my reading log)

-frank iero must die(a serial killer/assassin frerard fic, still on wattpad)

-hair (really vague maybe a phanfic? nowhere in my wattpad library rip)

my binder i used in 7th grade i had a blue one that looked pretty similar to this for 8th grade but idk where it went, also the parts i scribbled out are my full legal name i had written on it. i wrote it normally and then the big spot is where i wrote my name REALLY BIG in elysian code from the vladimir tod books. also the lines are from when i used an exacto knife to cut up some papers and forgot that my binder was underneath

in conclusion yall can now see why im so shameless about talking about shigaraki the way i do

[anonyanonymouse]

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[clenastia]

you know what irrational pet peeve i have in writing? when people have a character who CANNOT lie (magic, fae, Lucifer from the TV show, etc) and then.

They have them say something that's a lie. and then follow it up with a "just kidding!" like.

no?

that's still a lie? like if there is magical impetus in not lying. then you can't lie and just follow it up with a just kidding, or a that was sarcasm darling?

like maybe it's just because in those gundam wing fanfics that i've never properly written out i put way too much effort into making certain every single word and statement duo says are 100% true while still being misleading. but.

ugh.

i dunno.

it just bothers me so much when other authors just don't put in the same degree of effort into making sure their characters literally never lie.

[fallingtowers]

i feel like a lot of the time fatphobia tends to manifest as a similar phenomenon to the "temporarily embarrassed millionaire" thing especially among older people. sooo many people who have gained weight with age see themselves as temporarily embarrassed thin people. like 60+ y/o people who have not been thin since their 30s but they still keep going on diets. it sucks to see cause it reads like such a clear expression of self-hatred to me, like they're punishing themselves for their bodies developing in ways that they probably in reality had very little control over. fatphobia is such brain poison dude

[red-dyed-sarumane]

2/6 fan arts i want to give to producers at vomas done

[slowmo-yo-yo]

IM THE KING OF NICHE PAIRINGS😋😋☝️

what’s the most niche/lame/embarrassing thing you’ve ever read fanfiction for. looking things up as a joke or for morbid curiosity doesn’t count i mean like intentionally just searching up and reading for personal enjoyment

[svbhuman]

go away intrusive thoughts