#my yelling is cringe I AM AWARE

[takeariskao3]

an evening i will not forget (CONFESSIONS SHOULD BE BETTER PLANNED)

Buddy, how was the concert!??! Did it exceed your expectations or no?

it was incredible. it was everything i wanted and more. dermot’s voice is somehow even better live!?! and i got to shout lyrics that have pierced my soul with him and ten thousand other people. i was so fucking happy and i’m still riding that wave today. i have a couple vids but i’ve been hesitant to share them because you can clearly hear me screaming along and it’s actually super embarrassing

[lyssasdrafts]

★ 𓈒 ݁ STAR—CROSSED (rhysand x reader) ⊹

chapter six: (written) ✧

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“guess who!”

morrigan’s voice wakes you, causing you to jolt up from your table at the library. you had come here in the afternoon and it was already evening, meaning the sunlight from the library’s large windows had faded and it was starting to become dimly lit. the bright light from your laptop screen only further causes your eyes to strain.

“what are you doing here?” you say after letting out a yawn and stretching out your arms. you move slightly, patting down a seat for mor.

“just wanted to check up on you,” she shrugs. her attention shifts to the papers scattered around the desk, confirming that you had been reviewing your notes all afternoon. mor frowns when she notices the dark circles under your eyes and quietly fixes your hair while you talk about what you were studying for.

your laptop, however, was for a different task. you had been touching up some of the photos you took at rhysand’s photoshoot on your editing software, meaning his face was plastered across your screen. you cringe at the image and at the sight of the man who caused you so much irritation, no matter how good the photoshoot had turned out.

“are you making a fan edit of me now?” rhysand peers over your shoulder.

once again, you’re taken by suprise, almost jumping out of your seat when he appears next to you. perhaps it runs in their family.

“where did you come from?” morrigan almost yells at him. rhysand had been standing behind the both of you, hands in his pockets as he leans over to look at your screen.

“don’t get the wrong idea,” you retort. “i’m editing your photos from our photoshoot.” rhysand gives you a satisfied smile. perhaps it was even genuine.

“i came here to study,” he says, pulling up a chair and moving to sit across from you. “mind if i sit here?”

“actually, yes,” mor says irreverently. her cousin gives her an annoyed look and she crosses her arms. “no wonder my roommate can’t stand you.”

“i can definitely confirm he’s difficult to work with,” you give her a smirk while the both of you hold in your laugh at rhysand’s dismay.

“i will admit, the photoshoot did look good though,” you say hesitantly. “and thank you for crediting me,” you add, “it really helped me as a photographer.”

rhysand feigns shock, “is y/n being genuine for once?”

you immediately take back your words, “i liked you better when you were picking an argument with me.” you could recall the moments since that photoshoot where rhysand had acted normal in class despite knowing about your passion: when you got your exams back, or last week when you scored one point higher than him, or today in class when you started a debate about the formation of the universe. the entire class had witnessed your argument and you could’ve sworn your teacher sighed that you two were bickering again.

“you know that i was right today,” rhysand says, “as i typically am.”

you try not to roll your eyes at him, instead sorting through your notebooks and papers to find the reading you did earlier. “i know i’m right because i actually study the material. it says here that—”

morrigan had already mentally tuned out of your conversation with rhysand, rolling her eyes when you start shoving notes into her cousin’s face. “can the two of you please argue another time?” she almost yawns.

in the corner of your eye, you can see that familiar golden-brown hair peeking out from behind a bookshelf. you want to roll your eyes as you realize she’s watching how rhysand acts with you. nesta would definitely be teasing you about this later. you notice a second person’s hand covering her face as she giggles, spotting her brighter hair between the gaps in the books, and realize elain was spying on you too.

maybe going to the library was a bad idea today.

rhysand, the oblivious fool that he was, did not see the sisters behind him watching you. you wondered if he was even aware people did this to him, considering how your friends were definitely not the only people on campus to be interested in him like this. you nearly cringed as he continued rambling about how his argument was right, never dropping that satisfied look on his face. he hadn’t realized that you weren’t focused on the conversation anymore.

“do you always have to challenge me, rhysand?” you finally ask.

“do you always have to be right, y/n?” he quickly counters, further proving your point.

“well maybe, it’s because—”

you’re interrupted by the sound of loud footsteps and two large figures walking up to you, causing a few heads to turn in the library, including nesta and elain. you don’t recognize cassian and azriel, who you only knew as rhysand’s friends, until they come up behind rhysand and cassian starts to talk.

azriel pulls up a chair to sit with the both of you while cassian stands behind rhysand, hugging his friend from the back. rhysand seems amused, exchanging greetings with his friends before they finally noticed your presence.

“sorry, y/n, i hope you don’t mind us stealing away your boyfriend for a minute,” cassian gives you a smug look. “we just need rhys for a moment.”

you stare blankly at cassian, blinking. is that what they’ve been thinking? maybe rhysand had become more tolerable to you, but you still had every right to be annoyed with his friends. cassian looked like he was about to start laughing at rhysand before you look him straight in the eyes.

you lean back into your chair, crossing your arms and glaring at cassian, “he’s not my boyfriend.”

“he talks about you all the time,” azriel chimes in. this was perhaps your first time hearing his voice properly. in the few classes you had with him, azriel rarely spoke and brushed off anyone who tried to start a conversation with him. even a few more heads turned towards him when he spoke in front of you.

a look of panic flashed in rhysand’s eyes and he gave azriel a nudge with his arm, causing the dark haired boy to chuckle. morrigan makes a disgusted face, giving cassian and azriel a look that would’ve made you shut up instantly. but instead, they both continued.

“well then, i can’t really blame you for not wanting to date rhysand,” cassian is now standing over your table, placing his hands in his pockets as he leans down towards you. “he’s insufferable.”

“he is,” the cold tone remains in your voice, though an amused smile begins to tug on your lips.

“don’t say that, y/n. he’ll be so heartbroken later,” azriel speaks, a similar reluctant smirk appearing on his face too.

“that’s enough!” rhysand snaps, “stop embarassing me.”

you’re about to burst out laughing with cassian when rhysand suddenly slams his hands on the table, insisting that his friends leave with him. you don’t object to rhysand cutting his visit to the library short, watching how mor chuckles as rhysand drags azriel away and bids cassian to follow behind them. it’s like the four of them have a secret that you’re not in on. cassian gives you a playful wave goodbye that you hesitantly return before the three of them quickly disappear from your peripheral vision.

“that was… interesting,” you say to morrigan, only moments before nesta and elain confront you. you were still trying to process the fact that cassian and azriel had even looked in your direction, let alone without any disgust. some of the rudest people you knew on campus had just started a conversation with you, all because you happened to know rhysand.

nesta pretends to dust off the books on the shelves as she walks towards you, tracing the patterns on your wooden desk once she reaches you, her eyes almost bulging when she glances at all your papers. “y/n,” she says in a sing-song voice, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen her smile like that, “what was that about?”

elain doesn’t even bother to be discrete, simply trailing behind nesta and appearing behind her. although she obviously isn’t as curious, her eyes are also widened like she has questions about that interaction too.

morrigan nearly scoffs, “you mean rhysand?”

“i already know about him,” nesta’s smile almost drops completly as her face twists, “who was that big, strong friend he brought?”

“you mean cassian?” you say, mor nearly starts laughing again.

“he seems cute,” nesta shrugs, then continues teasing you. “does our y/n now have men fawning over you?” she gives you a look with a smirk.

“absolutely not.”

elain suddenly joins, her voice remains quiet and hesitant when she asks, “what about the taller one?”

she receives a look from both you and nesta, and you’re suddenly reminded of just how coldly azriel treats people. perhaps nesta would get along with him, but your other friends would definitely dislike him if they saw him in class the way you did.

“he seems kind,” elain softly says.

“something tells me you’ll be seeing a lot more from the three of them,” morrigan playfully hits your arm, your three friends officially ganging up on you to your dismay.

— NOTES

cassian and azriel teasing rhysand 🤭

almost got the whole gang in one place 🫶 cassian and azriel finally make their first appearance

nesta noticing cassian 👀 my nessian self just had to add it

— TAGLIST

@thelov3lybookworm @starsand @lilah-asteria @therealmoonstone @just-a-social-casualty-1 @ashjade19 @girlontheblock @cherry-cin @daughterofthemoons-stuff @starswholistenanddreamsanswered @sweet-chai-amore @kierramofficial @noelli-smv @c-dizzle99 @littlestw01f @marina468 @dragneel-brothers

[ellamuffin97]

Truth or dare ? 💚

Rating: +18

Word count: roughly 3.5k

Summary: playing a round of “Truth or dare” with the Avengers you challenged Loki for a dare -and he accepts it .

Warnings :NSFW,+18,smut,drinking , kissing,breast playing,fingering, edging,overstimulation, orgasm control, spanking , consensual sex

Final :orgasm, creampie , cum , a bit of soft Loki cuddles

The bottle was spinning and everyone held their breath. Steve had already danced the Macarena, Dr Banner had to eat fish which he totally doesn’t like at all , Thor was stripped , only in his underwear , Tony had to chew a whole box of menthol chewing gums and Natash had to scream her lungs out the balcony that her only boss in life is Tony Stark. As everyone watched, the bottle stopped turning, pointing its neck at Bucky.

"Yes!" Natasha yelled, raising her fist in triumph, "Truth or dare?"

Everyone turned their eyes on him while Bucky let out an annoyed huff, the corners of his lips pulling into a disgruntled pout. "This is dumb." Yet, after a short pause, he scoffed "Ok, dare."

"Alright!" she squeaked with joy, squeezing her eyes shut, "Tell us a joke."

"A what?" Bucky's face went blank.

"A joke. You know, make people laugh," Natasha's voice oozed with disbelief but she grinned like a thousand volts nonetheless.

Bucky’s face was still blank, deep in consideration though.

Then he rasped slowly "Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?"

Silence.

"Because it was dead." He deadpanned.

Silence again.

"Ewww, that was gross!" Natasha broke the silence and stuck out her tongue, cringing as was the rest of the members, "And not funny at all."

"Mate, don't ever– just don't," Tony took a shot glass, filled it up, and held it up "Drink up. That was horrible, you deserve it."

Bucky drank up, but not without glowering at everyone.

Next was your turn. You spun the bottle and everyone stared at it expectantly. It stopped pointing at Loki.

His smug grin spread wide in his face when your eyes met. Before you could even open your mouth he already said "Dare for you,cutie."

You rolled your eyes. He was always like that. Smug and annoying. And handsome. He brought your blood to a boil in an instant with his cocky attitude. Time you showed him who held the reigns. "I dare you to get a Jacob's ladder!"

Just as fast as you said that your hands shot up to cover your mouth, cheeks going ablaze, eyes wide with shock over the words that had just come out of your mouth. The entire room had fallen silent, everyone was staring at you both, waiting for the scene to unravel in front of them.

But Lokis smirk spread even wider as he leaned forward to get closer to you, his mesmerizing blue eyes boring into yours.

“Already have that doll. Long time ago when I started dating midgardian women . be more original," he cocked his head and raised his brow, eyes half-lidded.

A deep inhale went around the room at his revelation, and you felt a heat pool deep in your guts, your cheeks going ablaze even further. At a loss for words, you did not know how to respond. Blood rushed in your ears and then you heard Loki break the silence.

"Now here's my dare. Your room or mine?" He rasped, holding out his hand.

Still too dumbfounded to respond, he raised to his feet, grabbed your hand, and pulled you up. With a big knowing grin, he dragged you off to the hallway, waving the others farewell with the words "Y'all can continue playing alone. Don't expect us back for the night."

“Hey rain deer games don’t even think that I will let you …Tony started but he s been cut out by Natasha’s elbow in his ribs . Her eyes burned him alive because she knew you held feelings for him and it was finally the time that he took the first step .

Once you reached the hallway, you blurted out "Loki. What the fuck are you doing?"

But before you got an answer he crashed you against the wall, latching his lips onto yours.

“I am aware of your feelings my little mortal *he cooed . And I am willing to show you that I feel exactly the same way as you

The kiss was so hungry, hot, and eager. His tongue dug deep into your mouth, while he pressed against you, his bulge already hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, rubbing into your hips.

A little whimper escaped your mouth, as his one hand slipped behind your neck, holding you in place, the other one trailed under your shirt.

The kiss got deeper the further up his hand got until it cupped your breast through your bra and that's when your resolve melted, moaning into his mouth, shuddering while a shiver crept up your spine.

“Lo please *you whimpered . Show me what you’ve got .

There was a slight chuckle against your lips and he squeezed your breast, first once then twice until he got impatient and pushed your bra up and your tits spilled free.

Your breaths turned heated, his lips pressed harder on your mouth, he tilted your head to dive in deeper as he alternately groped your breasts.

His hips rutted against you now with a feverish pace when he suddenly let out a curse and broke free, having you gasp for air. His eyes glowed hungrily, taking in your disheveled state.

"Y/n, you're gonna make me cum if we continue like this," he huskily whispered, a boyish grin spreading across his face.

You pulled your bra back down, swallowed, and managed to croak out "Your room then," mind still dizzy from the heated encounter.

He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you with him towards his room. Once through the door, he used his Æsir to kicked it shut and also put a spell on the room to become soundproof then finally he was all over you again.

It was a stripping off clothes, a stumbling, heated kisses pressed against each other's lips as you both managed to bridge the distance to the bed. Loki had kicked off his boots and you frantically pulled off his tunic revealing his lean, muscular torso .

Your breath hitched at the sight but he just shrugged and moved about getting you undressed.

Standing in your underwear in front of him, he cocked his eyebrow and whistled "Never knew you hide such perfection under all those clothes," and you couldn't help but feel the redness spread through your cheeks again.

He stepped up to you, and you felt his bodyheat, could smell him again, this intoxicating mix of whiskey and cinnamon . Your chest heaved and fell with every deep excited breath you took.

There was an insatiable hunger in his vibrant eyes and he pushed you slowly towards the bed. When the back of your legs hit the bed, you looked up at him.

"Lo, I-" but you couldn't finish when his hands wrapped around your back and with a squeak of yours toppled you over, laying you onto the soft sheets.

Not breaking eye contact, you propped yourself up on your elbows, crawling back, making room for him.

Chuckling lowly, he kneeled down as you watched him pull your panties down. He let out a sharp hiss through his teeth seeing the strings of wetness clinging to your panties snap, as he pulled them lower.

"Fuck Y/n–" was all he was able to mutter as you lifted your legs and he pulled the string of fabric off, smelled on them, and tugged them in his pant pocket.

“Ready to have some fun?” he straightened up, cocked his head, and grabbed his fat hard bulge with his hand, squeezing it and letting out a pleased groan.

You nodded shyly and he bent forward again, moving to hover over you, his eyes eyes so seductive, they seemed to suck you in. His lips were suddenly so close, his breath hot on yours and then he met you for a sultry kiss, lazily working his mouth against yours.

Writhing below him, you lifted your arms to weave your fingers through his soft raven hair, while he rutted his dick against you, thrusting hard against your already swollen sex. You could feel the heat of his erection through his pants, and you were gonna go insane if you didn't feel him inside you soon.

Arching your back, he snaked his hand behind it and undid the latch of your bra with his skilled fingers. Continuing to kiss, he pulled it off, while his mouth trailed down along your cheek, continuing to press hot kisses all over your neck and collarbone.

Once his mouth reached your breast, he started lapping, kneading them with his large calloused hands and you couldn't help but let out a choked gasp. He bit into your nipple, ignoring your sudden shriek. You couldn't help but screw your eyes shut, moaning out as every lick and nip sent a shiver up your spine. Eventuall pulling back, he released your breast with a plop and looked at you with eager eyes.

You were squirming below him, the heat between your legs burning like a melting furnace, needing more of him as you arched your back, begging for him to please you.

"So needy–"he purred into your inner thigh skin

“Yes,” you whimpered, too drunk on the feeling of him so close, invading all your senses.

His hand slowly snaked downward, coming to a rest over your warm folds and then he slowly slid his fingers over them. First once, then twice with an agonizingly slow pace.

“Gods , so wet,” he shuddered, teasing his fingers over your cunt again while you let out a weak whimper.

He started rubbing your clit, repeatedly dipping down to stroke over your pussy having you choke out one moan after another. With each swipe and flick over your clit you felt the climax nearing until you were right on the edge, closing your eyes in anticipation – but then he pulled his fingers out.

"LOKIIIIII !" You wailed out in frustration, throwing your head back at the sudden loss of stimulation, but he just chuckled lowly.

"What?" a smirk spreading across his face, knowing all too well what you were implying.

You moaned, hating his smugness, and reached down to try to give yourself the much-needed stimulation. But he grabbed your hand, pinning it above your head, latching onto your neck, and started sucking, leaving a reddening mark.

Then he eased two fingers inside of you without a warning. Your eyes went wide and you gasped at the sudden stretch. Clenching around his fingers, that relentless stimulation had the tension inside of you so close to bursting. He kept rutting his fingers in and out of you while you moaned and writhed beneath him, eyes almost crossing with lust.

But then, just as you were about to fall off the edge again, he stopped, pulling his fingers out, holding them high to show you the glistening juices clinging to them.

“Fuck– Loki," you choked, somehow managing to swap him at his broad chest, nearly in tears from being denied again.

He just snickered softly into your neck, teasing his fingers over your quivering cunt as he waited for you to come down.

As your breathing had calmed a bit, he pushed his fingers back into your pussy. Oversensitive and frustrated as you were, you couldn't help a shuddering moan from falling off your lips. As soon as his dexterous fingers curled up against your special spot, you were a goner, your climax surfacing so quickly, it had you breathless.

All you knew was him inside of you, pumping his fingers into your g-spot. You were speeding toward your orgasm, bucking off the bed, pushing your hips to meet his fingers, wanting him to go deeper. You started whimpering, your cunt tightening around him as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge again. You couldn't form coherent words anymore, desperately needing the release.

When you were about to release, your legs shivering, aching, falling to the side, your walls suddenly clenched around nothing as he pulled his fingers out again.

You almost cried, your body and mind aching with frustration. A teasing grin on his face, he sat back on his heels.

"You did fantastic, kærasta," he pressed a gentle kiss on your mound, making you jerk involuntarily.

Adjusting between your spread legs, he pulled his pants down and off to free his dick. Your eyes, lashes thick with tears, wander down and you gasped, not expecting the sight in front of you. He was big, girthy, and hard, his pink pierced tip dripping precum in excitement. You could see the metal barbells running along his underside and couldn't help but drool at the thought of him inside you.

With a smirk on his face, he grabbed you by the hips, and flipped you over onto your stomach, as if it was nothing. You yelped, surprised by the sudden change in posture. Grabbing your hips again, he pulled you towards him. Loki’s hands slid over to your lower back and gently but determinedly pushed you down to lie with your breast flush against the mattress.

Your ass and hips were now raised into the air, his fingers tracing little circles into the skin along your back, making you shiver.

And then you felt it. The hard metal of his piercing, as his tip pressed against your entrance. He slid his cock back and forth over your slick folds, smearing his precum with your juices. You were so oversensitive from all the denial that when the piercing caught your clit you had to bite into the sheets not to cry out loud.

"Lo, please,” you sobbed and pleaded, tears springing to your eyes, so desperate to feel him inside of you.

"I know babe, I got ya–" he said breathily and you just had enough time to take a deep breath before he lowered his body, his tip pressing into you.

Your hands fisted the sheets, your mouth biting into the fabric, the feeling of the metal ring on the tip of his dick rubbing along that special spot being too much. And then the first barbell entered and you bit your lip until it drew blood.

The feeling of him stretching your aching walls had you almost instantly fall over the edge as a loud choked moan spilled from your mouth.

"Shit, babe, I'm gonna—" You squealed out but a sudden sharp pain on your butt cheek had you screaming and ripped you from your blissed-out stupor. Loki ran soothing circles over the reddening spot forming on your skin where his hand had just smacked you.

"Don't cum yet," he scowled and you huffed into the sheets, frustrated tears pricking at your eyes.

Then he pushed in further, groaning with every barbell of his Jacob's ladder disappearing into you. It was more than overwhelming. There was so much of him pressing inside of you and he just kept going in.

“Lo—” having been edged so many times, you were so sensitive, just struggling to last, holding your breath, trying to focus on anything else but the feeling of him inside you, his cock filling you to the brim.

But you couldn't.

Your fingers screwed at the bedsheet, your breath hitched in your lungs and all you felt was the burn, the burn of him stretching you so thoroughly.

"Fuck, so damn tight–," he shuddered, allowing your body a moment to adjust to the size of him inside you.

“You OK?” He asked, kissing you softly on your back.

You were only able to respond with a shaky nod of your head, your entire body trembling like a firework close to exploding.

"Ok doll, let's do this," he purred into your ear after he gave you a moment more. And with that he started moving at a frantic pace, making you cry out loud.

With the piercings rubbing all the right spots, being so overstimulated, and finally being able to let go, you felt yourself hurl towards the edge, all feelings focused on him ramming in and out of you.

It sent heat into your gut, made your toes curl, as a tingling feeling increased and spread throughout your body, the coil winding tighter in your core, growing, tensing with each of his movements.

With everything focused on his pierced cock driving in and out of you, causing delicious friction at just the right spots, you forgot about your surroundings.

You could barely process anything anymore, your mind too dumb with the white heat starting to burn your insides. You slowly felt your composure crumbling and struggled to hold back your orgasm.

His hips bucked into you at an unforgiving speed, making you bounce from the force, each rut pushing you closer to your high. You couldn't hold back anymore, the pleasure too intense, your mind whitening out. You were crying for real now, lashes thick with tears.

"That's it, gorgeous, cum for me," Loki groaned, breathless, close himself.

That's all it took for you to go spiraling, falling as the coil snapped, sending the first intense wave of pleasure through your body. Your walls clamped down on him, increasing the pressure, each thrust feeling better, more intense.

You buried your face into the soft bed sheets, moaning desperately as yet another orgasm hit you full force, wrecking your body and your mouth dropped open for a high-pitched cry.

Loki was starting to lose it as well, lazy eyes hazy with pleasure, his climax building with every feverish thrust of his behind you. You heard him groaning, swearing under his breath, diving into you while you kept coming around his dick.

With a final broken moan, his hips stuttered to a halt, and you felt him twitch inside you as he came, pumping you full of his seed, while he panted above you, his hair sticking to his face in sweaty strands.

Giving his hips a few more agonizingly slow thrusts, he pushed his cum around, making a sticky mess between you and his pelvic.

A few moments later, he slid out of you. You instantly collapsed onto the bed, not having him hold you up anymore, your combined juices seeping out between your puffy folds and dripping down, making a puddle on the sheets.

It was suddenly so quiet, only your quickened breaths filling the silence between you both. He laid down on his back next to you, looking at you, his hand on your back, drawing small circles with his fingers into your skin.

You turn your head to meet his gaze, your face all red, black mascara smeared across it and your eyes still teary.

A big grin spread across his face as he snarled, " You look fucked out,Y/n.

"Well, that's an understatement," you sputtered into the sheets, still too weak and worn out to move.

"Come here” laughed out loud, genuinely, and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in close to him, ignoring your meager whines about having to move your sore limbs.

Nestling against his warm chest, you inhaled his masculine scent mingled with the smell of warm sex and fresh orgasm. It was delicious.

He kissed the crown of your head, humming in approval as you laid your hand on his stomach, tracing little circles into his soft,pale skin .

"So, what are we doing next? Going back?" You mumbled, rather sleepy.

"Nope ,I am not done with you yet .😈

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She is Happy Now Part (2/5)

Modern Aemond X (Ex Girlfriend Reader)

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Word Count: 2,116

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Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating, alcohol use, dubcon, and a bit of angst.

"Is she coming?"

"I don't know. Her asshole cheater ex is going to be there so she might not"

Aemond rolls his eye and clenches his jaw.

"It's been years, Heleana. You think you could maybe stop calling me that?"

" I love you Aem, your my brother but when it comes to you and her I'm on her side. You were a major Jerk"

He groans and runs his hand down his face.

He is sitting at Heleanas breakfast bar in her kitchen. Heleana is moving around the kitchen, getting breakfast ready, and putting coffee on.

"I am aware that I'm the asshole in this story." He lets out a sigh. "I just want to see her again"

"She's happy now, you know. So, any little magical scenarios you have made up in your head where you woo her back to you can be left right there in your head. " she looked at him warningly.

He doesn't say anything and just looks down playing with his fingers.

"She has been with Cregan for a few months now. He's good for her AND good to her. Something you failed at spectacularly"

"We were good together for 4 years! I wasn't horrible the entire time! I messed up once. One time. And she never spoke to me again!"

"If Gwayne had done to me what you did to her.... how would you react?" She looks at him eyebrows raised.

Aemond sighs and puts his head down on the counter. It's pointless Heleana never let's him get away with making up excuses for how your relationship ended and he knows she's right.

He tried for months after you left his dorm to contact you. Apologize. Promise it would never happen again. It was Heleana who ended up making him realize what was done was done.

"Have you heard from her?"

"Yes." Heleana sighed into the phone

"So did you ask her to call me?"

"I did. And then she sent me a video explaining why she didn't want to."

Aemond cringed. "A video?"

"Oh yeah. Like the idiot I am, I told her to record your reaction to her surprise, saying you would be so excited. So she got your entire reunion on video. You're a real prince charming, you know? Do not ask me to contact her again on your behalf. I won't do it and neither will egg. Least you could do at this point is leave her alone."

Aemond is pulled out of his memories by Gwaynes loud. "Good morning!" And the laughter of his niece and nephew.

"Uncle Almond," jaheara yells excitedly. She is only 3 and pronounces his name almond, which Aegon finds hilarious.

"Hey peanut" he reaches down and picks her up placing a big sloppy kiss on her forehead

"Ewwww! She shrieks, wiping her forehead and trying to wiggle out of his arms.

"Everybody ready to go get Uncle Aegon married today?" Gwayne says excitedly towards the kids.

Aemond puts down jaheara and sits on his stool stewing in his own frustration. He never thought that Aegon would be happily married while he was the one alone. Miserable and full of regret.

He never meant to let it get that far with his professor. He knew she was attracted to him right away. He could tell by the way her touch lingered whenever he turned in an assignment or the way her gaze would find him during lectures. He thought flirt with her, and a good grade would be easy. What he didn't plan on was bumping into her on his way back from his first college party drunk out of his mind and having not seen his girlfriend for months. He didn't plan on her offering to help him get back to his dorm, and he didn't plan on allowing her to come in.

He sobered up immediately when he saw her standing at the door, though. The gravity of what he had just done and what was happening in that moment hit him like a freight train.

"Shit! Baby, hold on, let me explain. " Aemond could feel his desperation tightening in his chest. He fucked up, bad, and he knew it .

"Oh, ummm, nope, no thanks"

That reaction was the worst thing he could have gotten from her. No yelling, no fight to be had she was just leaving and not turning back.

He started to panic. If she left right now like this after seeing what he had done, he was afraid that would be it. He grabbed her arm "wait please just give me one second "

You turned on him like a viper pushing his arm away "do not fucking touch me, forget my name loose my number I no longer exist to you"

His chest clenched, it felt like his heart was being squeezed. he swayed on his feet, swallowing down the sickness that attempted to make its way up his throat.

You had turned and went down the hall and out through the doors that led to the stairs

"Shit shit shit! " Aemond ran back into his dorm quickly, putting his sweatpants and sneakers on. His professor was sitting on the bed, strapping her shoes on.

"You know I wouldn't have come up here with you if I knew there was a girlfriend." She looked at him angrily

"I'm sorry" was all he could get out as he ran out of his dorm down the hallway and down the stairs and right through the doors to outside. He ran down the walkway, looking both directions, but didn't see you anywhere.

"No no no no! This can't be it, no, no!" Aemond was yanking at his hair, his eye full of tears. He tries to run to the left but is not steady on his feet because of how much he drank and ends up falling on the sidewalk. He attempts to get himself up but gives up exhausted and lets out a huge loud sob.

He rolls onto his back on the cement of the walkway and just looks up at the sky while tears roll down his cheek.

"This isn't really how we end, is it?" He says to no one

"Hello! Earth to Aemond!" Aemond crashes back into the present with Heleana snapping in his face. She sighs and looks at him tenderly.

"Cmon, eat your breakfast and get ready." She taps his shoulder as she heads out of the kitchen and up the stairs to get her and the kids ready for Aegons nuptials.

He isn't able to get much down, but he takes a few bites and heads upstairs to get himself ready.

He drives to the ceremony with Heleana and Gwayne sitting in the middle of the backseat between the twins in their booster seats.

"I'm gonna marry you one day" Aemond says dreamily looking up at his ceiling.

It's summer of junior year and you are both squished onto his twin bed his arm under you holding you close.

"Oh?" You say picking your head up and looking at him.

"Isn't it obvious, darling? Can't live without ya. Marriage is a given at this point" he laughs, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Would you want to get married in the grand Sept or on the beach?"

"Anywhere as long as I'm marrying you," aemond leans in for another kiss.

"I'm serious I want to have it all planned out ahead of time!"

"Then plan it out, baby. Because no matter where it is, I'll show up to marry you"

You giggled as he rolled over on top of you kissing you with purpose

The car door slams. They have made it to the grand Sept, and it is time to get this show on the road. Aemond makes his way inside and heads to the grooms room where Aegon is bouncing around with excitement, putting on his finishing touches.

"Aemond! Smile, man! This is a joyous day!" Aegon yells at him while grabbing his arm and pulling him all the way into the room.

Aemond forces a big smile on his face for Aegon's benefit. It's not that he isn't happy for his brother, he is. He just can't help the jealousy that is flowing through him at this moment.

This could have been them. Should have been them. Would have been them if he didn't screw it all up.

When it's time for the actual ceremony to begin, everyone makes their way to their places. Aemond smiles at Ellyn as they get in line. He can feel his heart rate speed up at the thought that you might be out there. After years of being so far from you, you both might actually be in the same room at the same time.

Aemond waits impatiently for the pair ahead of them to step in front of the doorway and start to walk down the aisle. Once Criston and Maris step out and down the aisle, he and ellyn move forward and stand in the doorway. He sees you right away. You're looking down at the ground, but he could spot that little heart tattoo on the back of your neck anywhere. He has a matching one on the inside of his wrist. He's happy to see yours hasn't been covered or blacked out.

"Matching tattoos? are you daft?" Aegon laughs while looking at Aemond incredulously.

Aemond ignores him slathering on some of the aftercare products he had been told he would need to put on a few times a day.

"And what will you do when you split up? Walking around with that on your arm to remind you forever?"

Aemond laughs and continues applying the balm,"we aren't going to split up egg. This tattoo is forever, and so are we"

"You are 18 Aemond! You couldn't possibly know that you will stay together forever! You leave for university in less than a month! You really think the long-distance thing is going to work? For 4 years?"

"I know it will. Just because you don't understand commitment doesn't mean I don't, " Aemond says haughtily.

Aegon rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say. Just don't let mom see that. She's gonna kill you!"

Ellyn yanks on Aemonds arm and looks at him perplexed.

He clears his throat and starts to make his way down the aisle. Unfortunately for him, he can't really see you now because you're on his blind side. They make it up to the altar and release their arms, each moving to their assigned spot. He flicks his eye back towards you, and you're hard to see. Why did you have to sit so far back?

He pays no attention to how the ceremony continues going on around him, shaking his leg impatiently.

He hears his mother clear her throat from the front row. He looks at her, and she opens her eyes wide and waves her hand at him in a way of telling him to cut it out.

He straightens his back and stands up tall, taking in a deep breath. Focusing on Aegon and Cassandra. They are putting the rings on each other's fingers, and he feels a wave of pain roll through him.

His hands clapsed before him, he started unconsciously rubbing his wrist where the heart tattoo sits. He had no idea this was going to be this hard. His whole body is shaking with emotional overload. When finally Aegon and Cassandra kiss and then turn to their guests, raising their claspsed hands above their heads and starting to make their way back down the aisle he moves forward on shakey legs and joins his arm with Ellyns once more, walking down the aisle he keeps his eye trained on where he knows you are. Your head is turned away from him, looking at the entryway. He can see your arm is looped around the arm of the brown haired man standing next to you. How he would give anything to switch places with him. Even just for a minute. As he continues down the aisle eye trained on you, you turn your head, and it happens. Your tear filled eyes find his, and he forgets how to breathe. Those eyes he has seen filled with rage and hurt for years in his dreams are there right in front of him, filled with tears, and he thinks they have never been more beautiful.

He is forced to stop looking at you once he passes, but he knows your last conversation can't be the last interaction you ever have. No, he has one more chance to talk to you.

At the reception.

A/N: Part 3 is in the works. I have a mid-term tonight and a lot of homework this weekend, so I probably won't get it out until Monday. Thank you to anyone who reads :) ❤️

Part 3

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[beevean]

If I’m being honest, you are all getting way too hung up on fake diseases and attacking a writer as if he personally attacked your family. It’s a strange obsession you have and you guys always come at any small nitpick as if it’s the end of the world. It’s a weird obsession and you have all been doing it for years. Maybe you liked Sunset Heights getting a remix but you also play victim when people don’t like the 2010s games. You can see Sonic is more successful now and doing things much better but you just like to sit in your anger towards the series for years. I’ll add that you’re much more sane in your reactions than RandomtheFox, but this whole side of the fandom here is so pathetic. The endless loop of anything new coming out for Sonic, and your little posse hating on it because it isn’t the meta era or because Ian Flynn has his name on it makes me glad you guys are a small minority in the fandom.

Do you want to know why we're discussing this?

If you go back and read our discussions, see how much we brought up with this little detail!

I looked up the effects of low gravity on the human body: I learned something new about science. I tried to put into words why this detail is harder to accept than Sonic breathing in space: this is about stories and world building. I immediately found a replacement idea. We discussed about SA2, its gameplay mechanics, its cutscenes. Someone even brought up the idea of drawing parallels with AIDS and how it would affect Maria. Negativity can stem from a place of reasoning, "how would I do that?", and it makes me use my brain in a fun way. I'm aware it's a inconsequential detail, but I'm having fun!

As for the rest of the message, yeah, we are a minority. Which makes me wonder why you care so much about a group of, what, four people?

Why don't I get any engagement when I'm positive, but suddenly people are up my ass when I talk about something negative? I didn't even tag most of my posts. Bro half of the Sonic fandom blocked me already because I'm a dirty sinning IDW non-enjoyer. I am not bothering anyone.

By the way, my negativity about IDW once even resulted in me writing a fic about it. Again, creativity and genuine discussions about writing a story and its downfalls. It nourishes the brain.

I don't like this new direction for Sonic. There, happy? I don't feel catered to, as a 2000s fan, by all this "REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE COOL????" stuff, not to mention I'm just not a Shadow fan so seeing him with wings and shit does nothing for me. I am annoyed because this used to be a franchise dear to me, but the current environment, both games and fandom, alienates me. I am also aware that, precisely because I'm in the minority, I'll just have to wait until ST changes trend again.

If my writer side activates when I talk about a writing decision I don't like and I'm having fun dissecting it, let me, alright? You can find me cringe, if you want to, but I'm not doing anything different than other fans, just directed towards a less acceptable target and in the privacy of my blocked blog.

Also: to be perfectly honest, if it only takes me one day of mild bitching to get anons yelling at me that I'm a joyless bastard doomed to be sad because I refuse to be happy, it kind of makes me want to be saltier out of spite. I'm already a bad person, might as well, right?

[savi0rr]

Hi!!! I really like your Stone x reader, i was wondering if you could do like a Stone x rich reader where there’s some sort of ball in Ramshackle and the trio attends for some reason and stone has pickpocketed reader a few times before so they have some history but then reader and Stone dance together?😱😱😱😱

Stealing a Dance

Stone x Reader

a/n: 😱😱

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You stared at the trio. Your eyes narrowed at Stone. You could recall him along with his friends, Vinnie and Skipp, pickpocketing you. “Why the hell are they here…” You muttered, confused. “I thought this was a rich only ball…” You shrugged, sipping your drink. “Better keep an eye on them…”

“Wait, why are we here again?” Skipp asked, confused as he ate away at the pastries on a table. “It’s a hot spot! So many rich people drunk and aware? Perfect to pickpocket.” Vinnie said, putting her hands on her hips. “They better be drunk enough that they don’t notice us.” Stone said, drinking a glass of wine. His eyes looked around the ballroom, music and voices filling his ears. But his eyes landed on you, making him cringe. “And I guess someone already noticed us. Do you remember that person who chased us down?” Stone asked, his eyes leaving yours. “Don’t tell me they are here!” Vinnie groaned, turning over to look at you. “Great!” Vinnie signed, shaking her head. “We just have to stay away.” Skipp said, Vinnie nodded.

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You felt someone cold hand brushing against your waist, causing you shiver. Quickly turning around, your eyes were meant by Stone’s. The two of you stood there in silence.

“Hey.” Stone said, staring down at you with his tired eyes. “You really had to pickpocket me when you have all of these people?!” You whispered yelled, your eyes narrowed. Stone shrugged, his hands still on your waist. “Get your hands off of me.” You huffed, rolling your eyes.

The music started and everyone got a partner and started to crowd around you.

As you and Stone tried to make your way to the dance floor, you found yourselves caught in the middle of a crowd. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you felt yourself being pushed against Stone. "Damn it," Stone muttered, trying to break free from the crowd. Eventually, the two of you were forced onto the dance floor, much to your dismay.

"We have to," you muttered, placing your hand on Stone's shoulder and your other hand on his. He responded by wrapping his arm around your waist. "This is ridiculous," he grumbled, but you shook your head. "It'll only be a few minutes," you said softly.

As the music began to play, the two of you started to sway slowly. You counted the beat under your breath, "One...two...three...one..." but before you could finish, Stone stomped on your foot, a smirk on his face. "Asshole," you grumbled. "People are staring," he retorted, twirling you around before pulling you closer.

"I hate your touch," you muttered, looking up at him. "I still remember when you first pickpocketed me," you added, your eyebrows furrowed. Stone chuckled, "You paid for dinner that whole week," he said as he continued to move with you.

You looked into each other's eyes for a moment before he pulled you even closer to his chest. "You might just pay again," he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eye. You rolled your eyes, "Really?" but before you could say anything else, he revealed that he had your wallet once again. "You're lucky I won't cause a scene," you huffed, stepping on his foot as payback.

Before you knew it, the spotlight was on the two of you. "My, my! What two lovely dancers!" a man exclaimed, starting a round of applause. Your cheeks turned bright red, and you held onto Stone even tighter. "Let's go," he said, tugging you along. "And they are off! Lovers, love is in the air!" the man continued, causing the crowd to cheer even louder.

"I am never doing that ever again," you said, breathing a sigh of relief as you made your way off the dance floor. Stone chuckled, "Knowing both of our luck, it will most likely happen again."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 40

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Numb. All your life, you strived for that state. To not feel a thing. It only took the sacrifice of your independence and body to achieve it.

Your mind is spent, you just can’t care about anything. Not the man suddenly missing, not the baby attached to your tit, and certainly not that dull tugging in your pelvis. 

“Dear, are you hungry?” Dottie asks as she appears in the doorway, “little thing must be takin’ it out of ya.”

You grumble. Your stomach clutches but your appetite is almost nonexistent. Everytime you see yourself, everytime you get a glance at your body, you can’t help but cringe. No wonder he’s gone. You were no prize before and now he’s ruined any semblance of attraction.

“You have to eat,” she chides, “‘specially if you’re gonna keep this one well fed.”

She comes to you as you finish feeding. You look down at the baby. You’re still waiting for the light switch to flip on. That magical moment everyone mythologises when you’ll feel that motherly yearning. When all common sense is wiped up by the primal instincts of maternity. You got nothing. 

The baby gets no reaction from you. Not disgust, not fear, not love, or joy or anything else they say you should feel.

You hand her over to Dottie. She burps the child and lays her in the rolling bassinet nearby. You lean against the pillows and stare at the room. You refused to stay in the one you shared with Lloyd, instead you took one of the guest beds.

If he ever shows up, you doubt he’ll want anything from you. You can’t offer him anything. The doctor says at least six weeks. If it’s up to you, never.

Dottie leaves you. She tries to get you to do more than grumble and sleep but there’s nothing else you can do. She is Marion’s mother. She hasn’t said a damn thing about him running off and you haven’t seen Harlan since the delivery room. You can’t tell if the are ashamed about their son or merely stuck in an awkward situation.

You close your eyes. This is what you knew would happen. This is what you yelled at Lloyd. And as always, you’re right and he doesn’t fucking listen. For as unpredictable as you believed he was before, you see through him more and more. You know who and what he is.

For a moment, you miss the life you had before. The one you thought was a prison but now you see was freedom. Working nights, coming home, sleeping on your own hours, eating on your own clock, coming and going wherever you liked, even if it wasn’t often. If you could go back, you would. 

You would pretend like Colin loved you and just forget about Ally. At least he kept the act up. Your eyes burn and you wiggle your nose.

You will not cry. You are numb. You don’t feel. You don’t want to feel. You don’t even want to be.

💎

“A walk will be nice, dear,” Dottie says as she lays the baby in the stroller.

You sit on the bench near the door. You feel weak and worn. It’s only been two weeks. You have a lifetime left of this. You won’t survive it.

Dottie can’t stay forever. If you were her age, you’d already be off enjoying your retirement. When you are her age, you’ll still be stuck here.

Unless… he decides to throw you out. The kid will be grown by then. You’ll be old and ragged and useless. With any luck, you won’t find out one way or the other.

“The doctor says a slow walk is good. Keeping active will help you recover.”

You nod. You don’t argue. In a way, you are humiliated by her constant doting. More like pestering. She knows you can’t do this alone, just like you do. She does a good job of hiding her anger. If you were her, you’d be livid at your son for pulling this shit.

“Right, well, let’s get going,” she chirps as she opens the door and wheels the stroller through.

You don’t move as she rolls it down to even ground and she kicks the brakes down on the wheels. She comes back in and offers to help you up. You slide to the edge of the bench and grunt as you stand on your own.

You feel her gaze on you and you refuse to meet it. There’s something unsaid. Staying active. You have a lot of weight to take off. Yeah, you know.

You follow her slowly across the entry way and come out into the sunlight. You lean on the railing as you descend after her down the few steps. You keep your head down, shoulders slump, and keep your hand from meeting your stomach out of habit.

She flips the brakes up and she slowly sets off. You do your best to keep up, watching the toes of your speaker. The sun beats down hotly. Summer still blazes hotly. The loose hoodie you wear fills with heat and has you sweating.

She goes through the gate and turns onto the sidewalk. You lean against a pole to catch your breath. She stops patiently, cooing at the baby as you push yourself away. You apologise and press on. It is easier to be outside. It doesn’t feel so stagnant.

Dottie comments on the houses you pass, the pretty flowers, and the trimmed hedges. She likes the neighbourhood. To you, it looks like a circle of hell. You turn back at the end of the street and head back to the house. You’re drained entirely.

“Any ideas for lunch?” Dottie asks.

“Not hungry,” you answer.

“Aw, well, you do have to eat, just like Luna,” she says gently.

“Yeah,” you utter.

You’re startled as your name comes from behind you. Before you can reach the gate, you pause and face the speaker. Andy jogs towards you and stops before the stroller as Dottie turns it with her.

“Uh, hey, I saw you passing by,” he smiles and gives a nervous look at the other woman, “I haven’t seen you around, I just wanted to say hi. I… I didn’t know the baby was here already.”

You stare at him. You see the doubt in his cheek, a small twitch. You can’t just let him see how defeated you are.

“Two weeks,” you inform him, doing your best to keep your voice light, “she’s doing well.”

That’s the thing you noticed. Now that the baby is born, people don’t ask how you are. Not until they ask about the baby.

“Wow,” he says, “um, I’m Andy,” he says to Dottie, “I live next door.”

“Oh, wonderful,” she steps around the stroller to shake his hand, “I’m Dottie, the grandmother.”

He looks between you and the older woman. You squint. He doesn’t think…

“Oh, she’s not mine, the daddy is,” Dottie chuckles, “still, she’s a good daughter. Couldn’t be luckier.”

“Mind if I…” he points to the carriage.

“Go on, she’s a cute thing,” Dottie allows, “name’s Luna. Like Moonlight.”

He nears and hunches to see into the stroller. He aws and wiggles his finger at the baby. You watch him. He smiles at the child so easily. Every time you look at her, you just want to cry.

“Great, er, so just wanted to put it out there, if you need anything I’d be happy to help out,” he offers as he retreats to stand across from you, “you know, I’ve done it all before. I probably have some toys and stuff still hanging around.”

“You got kids?” Dottie asks.

“I had one,” Andy’s veneer falls just a little, “he had an accident.”

“Oh, hon, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t imagine,” she preens, “you are so kind. I’m sure we could use some company in that big house.”

“Lloyd will be okay with that?”

“He’s away on business,” she dismisses quickly and your muscles tense as you try to conceal your chagrin.

“That’s too bad. How about I come over and make some dinner? Tonight? Tomorrow? Give you two some time to relax.”

“Ah, wow, you are gallant, ain’t ya?” Dottie says, “how about tonight? The weather’s supposed to be fine, we can eat outside.”

“Works for me,” Andy announces triumphantly, “I’ll be over at five, does that work?”

“Sure thing,” Dottie affirms, “now, we should get the little one down, she’s starting to fuss.”

“Of course,” Andy grins and your eyes meet his. You try but can’t muster a smile. “See ya then.”

You nod as Dottie returns the sentiment. You turn and continue towards the gate. 

“What a nice man,” she says, “beautiful eyes… oddly familiar, don’t ya think?”

“I guess,” you mutter as you drag your feet. 

You really wish she hadn’t accepted the invite. You just want to be alone, or as alone as you can be with a child attached to you.

[floofeh-purpi]

Sorry if it's cringe

Tiny little rant, but back then, before I started writing here on Tumblr, I actually wrote some fanfictions of fandoms— in which I forgot— in a notebook that I would bring to school (she doesn't check my bag). Bro, one day, she found out and we had a one-sided argument and she started yelling to me about how cringe my writings were and that they were trash before tearing my notebook and saying that I should die because they were useless. I cried so hard that day.

That time, my dream to be an author was crushed, and I thought my old ambition won't resurface again, until at some point when I started reading fanfiction under the SAGAU and the Self-aware Genshin tag, like the fics that highly involve the fatui— yandere AU or not. They were underrated before my brain made me go, "Yk what? Lemme write my own series of this au with these mfs." I was very reluctant at first cus like, what if this series flops? Or What if my writing style ends up looking like shit? Bitch. Was I proved wrong.

Because as soon as I pressed the post button to publish the part 1 of that series, and went to checked on it the next day, alot of you guys actually liked—or loved, it so. Damn. Much. I actually cried happy tears for a while before deciding to write part 2.

Looking back at it right now, I am so proud of how far I have come with my ambition, I also just realized how I just proved my mom wrong with the works that I made and with how I got the courage to indupge into myself and write for another fandom <3. And don't get started on how I get compliments for just, practically doing things that I genuinely like to do from you guys!

I know I have favorites, but I love every. Single. Follower. That I got here. 🥹🫶

And it also seems that Tumblr is now a huge part of my life, I don't know why but I genuinely feel happy and safe when I vent my feelings here :D

(Happy belated 200 followers to me <3)

[nightshadehoney]

I never watched James Somerton's shitty Killing Stalking video because I was trying to be good to myself and avoid something that I knew would make me very angry. In fact, I never watched any of his stuff because the fact that he made a video like that was enough to discount any thing he ever had to say (also I heard about the Celluloid Closet plagiarism).

But man, is the James Somerton discourse bringing a lot of Killing Stalking-related feelings back up for me. Because I'm mad; I'm still so mad. There are a suprising amount of people on social media who are saying they never watched any of his stuff except for the Killing Stalking video. I'm annoyed not just to find out that the vid had that sort of reach and influence, but also because Somerton's unmasking hasn't seemed to make people reasses the validity of the kind of thing he was saying. People are just now being like "hmm I think this guy might have Issues With Women" but that doesn't warrant any reflection on what exactly the motivation is of people who complain about women enjoying a niche webcomic? Because I don't actually believe you're concerned about the influence of some obscure piece of media when you advertise its existence to your large audience many of whom had not heard of it and would never have heard of it but for your transparent outrage porn video. It's rage bait and the target was women that are perceived as straight. A big channel has publicized the fact that they excised a section that endorsed the opinions in this video from their own because they became aware of Somerton's plagiarism and dishonesty (presumably; if it was actually because they recognized his views were coming from a sexist place I would welcome a clarification). And you know, I don't think that's a good look actually. That you needed to be told he was a bad person and couldn't idependently put together that the misogynist man was saying misogynist things.

The comic ended years ago and the fandom has gone mostly quiet, but to this day people are still the peddling the"fujoshi/stupid teenage girls who don't know what's good for them are shipping these characters because they are too braindead to realize it's not a romance; it's a horror, two things I believe are mutually exclusive. I am smarter than all of these cringe degenerates" bullshit. It's in the comments of the hbomberguy video even; one comment was such a gross misrepresentation of the series that my friend needed to talk me down from getting into a pointless youtube comments argument (bless him) because these people are officially making me lose my marbles.

This narrative is full of shit, it's demonstrably not fucking true. You can go on the artist's twitter right now and its full of her retweeting shippy fanart of that pairing readers were apparently never intended to ship.

(I don't think Koogi knows or cares about James Somerton; she just reblogs the works of fans who tag her. This made me laugh though).

Now this is all speculation because he died decades before social media existed, but I think if Nabokov was alive today his twitter would not be full of Humbert Humbert x Dolores Haze fanart. And yet, I have unironically seen people compare shipping Sangwoo and Bum in Killing Stalking with the misreading of Lolita as a precocious sexual temptress more than once.

And this isn't me saying that Killing Stalking is the disgusting"pro-sexualized abuse" comic that tumblr purity police used to characterize it as either. One of these days I'm going to go truly bonkers and end up banging pots and pans on the street corner, yelling at random innocent passerbys about how stories about romantic and sexual relationships are not required to be Hallmark movies. You can make art about the negative, dark, and troubling parts of these feelings and relationships without creating a pat morality tale. You don't need to approach media analysis like your 7th grade teacher has assigned you an essay on explaining what a novel's "message" is.

Nobody, not the author and not the fans, genuinely thinks that Sangwoo and Bum have a healthy or aspirational relationship. This hypothetical person that does not understand the relationship is toxic doesn't exist. Because girls and women, even the ones having cringey fandom fun on tiktok or whatever, are not so stupid and naive that they are unware that breaking someone's legs and locking them in a muder basement is bad. The type of concern troll rhetoric Somerton employed in his video is directed near exclusively at women interested in men and there's a reason for this. Women are not responsible for abuse that men do to them; nobody is responsible for their partner abusing them. If I never saw people spit this bullshit again it would be too soon.

[philsdrivinglicence]

Killing the white supremacist inside you. Easy mode. From one whitey to another.

Disclaimer: I am not an academic or an expert. Just a white person who's life was changed for the radically better during the BLM protests of 2020 who wants to share what worked for them.

Below is a non-comprehensive list of first steps you can take to begin the hard work of unpicking the layers upon layers of white supremacist bullshit baked into you from birth by the culture we live in (even if you grew up progressive or in a big city you are not exempt from this).

I made this list because POC in the phandom have been doing a lot of heavy lifting the past few days. I figured the least I could do is share what worked for me to understand what racism is and how its more subtle forms can manifest.

I hope we can all use the below as a starting point to help make the phandom a less racist and more welcoming place.

(btw I do think we are generally more self ware than many fandoms but as we are a mostly white space we have to keep ourselves accountable as white supremacy is an insidious bastard that will catch you unawares if you let it.)

So. Without further ado.

- read this article

- Read "Why I'm No Longer Talking To White People About Race" by Reni Eddo Lodge (how you choose to source this book I will not judge but consider supporting a local book store)

- Stop being so afraid of being called racist. - Hopefully, if you are engaging in good faith then you already accept that racism is baked into our society. Racist is not a dogwhistle for "evil person". It is a descriptor of very specific behavior that we can all fall into if we don't keep ourselves sharp. So part 2 of this step is -

- Look back on your life and identify a time when you have participated in racism. My go to example is my 14 year old "never met a black person in real life" self, yelling along to N****s in Paris (uncensored, duh) at a house party with a bunch of other white 14 year olds. If you're getting really introspective you'll probably have multiple of these such moments. Sit with them, feel the cringe, think about what you might say to that version of yourself now, how you might have acted differently had you been aware the behavior was problematic. And then forgive yourself. Self flagellation does nothing good, the thing to do now is learn and progress. But you can't know what to change/avoid if you don't have examples to work off of. (This one is lowkey hard mode but worth doing early on so you can see your own progress over time. Also, if the examples you are thinking of were directly harmful you may also want to consider making amends in some way).

- Look at your playlists/album collection. If you don't see many/any POC musicians make a conscious effort to change that. Seek out interviews with your favourite artists and see which black artists have influenced them. Add them to your rotation.

- Do this with youtubers, authors, actors, screenwriters etc, etc. In all forms or art and entertainment, look at what you consume and if you find it overerall skewing white, make an effort to fill it with colour.

(Kill the voice inside you that says "I just prefer - blank-", or "the stuff they make just isn't for me, I prefer stuff I can relate to". This is the white supremacy talking, POC are not a monolith, look harder, you will find artists you connect with)

- Every time a POC points something out to you that seems off to them (I often refer to this as "this doesn't pass the sniff test") before jumping in to defend your fave/point of view/TV show etc. really sit with what they have said and try to consider why what they are pointing out, while not a big deal to you, could be a big deal to them.

Like I said up top, this is a non comprehensive list and is only intended as a starting point.

I usually wouldn't post something like this as I prefer to stay out of discourse but the conversation going on this past few days has really disappointed me. So many people are being dismissive toward POC fans and completely missing the points they are trying to make. So here's my two cents. Hope it's helpful.

[leviraaaaaa]

Cw: Spiders.

Levi Ackerman doesn't like spiders.

He isn't scared of them no, he simply doesn't like them. At least, that's what he says. He finds them disgusting and believes spiders are the next thing in the list after titans that needs to be gone from the face of earth.

Everything about them makes him cringe. The 8 legs and the way they skitter. The fur. How it spawns like hundreds of kid from one egg. (It's very creepy, in case you've never seen it.) . How the baby spiders eat the mother right after.

No. Levi Ackerman and spiders don't get along.

Most found it surprising. (Of course he'd rather die than admit it, only a very few people close to him were aware of it. And even then, he had to let them know because he was desperate.) And Hange would often pull his leg whenever they got the chance– ("Humanity's Strongest soldier? And you're scared of that tiny creature?")

Growing up in the underground, he had practically lived with such creatures. Rats, cockroaches and everything else, and spiders were everywhere as well. And as clean as he tried to keep his surroundings, he was bound to encounter one every once in a while. And though he tried his best to get used to it, but never did.

Okay but, imagine Levi, knocking at Erwin's office at 2 AM, standing in the doorway awkwardly. And once Erwin asks him what's wrong, he's like–

"Can you...come to my office?"

And Erwin is just gaping because what the fuck is that supposed to mean? At 2 in the morning?

But he follows, curiosity getting the best of him. And once he understands the situation, he's like-

"Levi."

"What?"

"it's... just a spider."

"Yes. I know. Get rid of it."

"You can literally smack it with your shoe if it bothers you."

"Are you dumb? It has an egg. Next thing you know, that shit'll crack and spread hundreds of those little shits all over my office."

Or Eren and the other cadets. He'd tell them to clean his office, then casually point out the spider web with the spider on. (A corner of the office he'd been actively avoiding.)

Oh but Hange?

Like they know Levi doesn't like spiders but just can't resist to fuck with him a little.

OR–

"HANGE GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME–" Levi hissed, ready to jump back if needed to, using the desk between them as a barrier and he's like 5 seconds away from pulling his sword.

"BUT LEVI, JUST LOOK. I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS SPECIES BEFORE!" Hange yells excitedly, reaching over the table to show him the spider they found, totally unaware about Levi and his hatred for the creatures. "IT'S SO PERFECT!"

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. FUCKING BURN IT-"

Have I told you about that one time Hange had collected a lot of spiders for an experiment to figure out the material of the webs, and accidentally emptied the box on Levi's desk? No?

Yeah, Levi doesn't like talking about it either.

[universaln0b0dy]

Bully twist au v.s reader (untouchable part 2)

《Summary 》: You wanna break them in a way no one else can and maybe you are just manipulative enough to show them you will be superior

《Note》: Bully au inspired by: @.azulsluver also reader is on a revenge trip in this one!

Vil: I wished you were a pretty boy

You hated Vil. He bullied you, made you insecure about everything you were. You hated him with a fiery pation, the way he spread rumours about you and made stupid comments about you every day.

Something in you snapped as he forced you to lick his boots. You hated him from that day on, only wishing to break him with all your might...

"So, you are Neige LeBlanche?" You ask looking at the boy with a smile. You had learned from Vil how to make your eyes have hearts swimming in them, as if you truly loved someone.

"Uh, yeah? You must be the prefect from NCR, right?" He asked and you let out a slight giggle along with a nod. The black haired boy suddenly eyed you with great intrest.

"I heard you are a great fan of mine?" He asks and you smile realising everything is going according to plan. He was as manipulative as you were, you could feel it, but that was alright. You nod.

"Would you be intrested in getting a coffe with me?" He asks and you eagerly nod.

"I-I would love to!" You squeal making Neige grin, before the boy puts a finger to his mouth.

"But shh, those meetings have to stay a secret."

"Potato, where are you going?" Vil barks out and you quietly giggle. "No were." You answer, fully aware Vil had used Rook to check on your affairs over the past 3 months.

You were secretly dating Neige for 3 months already and Vil only now decided to question you about it. It was a win. You could see it on his face. It was eating away at him, you his favourite punching bag has decided to date his enemy.

"STOP LYING." He hisses grabbing your chin and digging his nails into your face. You force tears into your eyes. In reality Vil didn't matter to you. He already broke you, but you could never show him that you didn't care anymore. Not now at least.

"I-I am not lying!" You say letting out a few chocked up sobs and Vil growls. He let you enjoy his presence, you a speck of dirt a useless potato, but you still choose Neige? He can't contain his anger anymore. He wanted you to feel his pain.

"Oh Neige it was horrible!" You loudly exclaim, tears in your eyes. The ravenette hugs you close in a possessive manner. You didn't care that what you were doing was cringe. Neige fell for your act and that was all that mattered. You knew Rook was watching, you knew that he would tell Vil everything like the pet he was. "Well my cherié, come stay in RSA! Everything would be better for you!" Neige murmurs.

"R-really! You would let me?" You ask Neige with a smile on your face and he nods. He would have everything arranged just for you. Rook would probably report everything back to Vil and you could-

Someone storms into the room panicking. "Vil Schoenheit was poisoned and only a true love kiss can help him!" You look at the person in shook, not bothered to even think about Vil. It seems that everything has played into your cards currently.

You are forced to go to NCR, despite you yelling that you and Vil are nothing. The true loves kiss wouldn't work, but the person didn't care, pushing you into the room Vil was in.

You had never seen him in such a state. He looked like he was about to die, wich he probably was actually. You didn't know who poisoned Vil, but you were indebted to him.

"So they even send useless potatoes in to try." He snarls, sure you would come close to him and kiss him and he mentally gagged. At the same time he wanted to have you in such a chokehold, but what you do suprise him even more.

"If only you were a pretty boy Vil. Maybe than we would have worked. But there are plenty people that love you aren't there? I am not her to be a knight in shining armour." You softly caress his cheek, before walking out of the room with a gloomy expression on your face.

"I am sorry, but it didn't work."

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Azul: Just an insecurity

Azul, Azul, Azul. That boy was horrible, mainly because he only send his henchmen to bother you. He forced you into deals that put you in uncomfortable positions and many many other things. We don't even want to talk about the incident were he ridiculed you in front of the whole school.

But you knew how to get revenge. Azul had tried to get rid of all the pictures of him, but you still had one. One picture of him as a child in a very embarrassing situation. No one knew you possed it, you even had forgotten you had it for a while. You had gotten it from somewhere, probably the museum but you didn't really remember.

You sat in mostro lounge, using a phone someone had lost. It was easy to log in after you realised the code was the numbers 1-9. You created an anonymous magicam account and tagged everyone you could find, posting the picture from Azul you had found with the caption; look at my dormhead!

You wiped the phone after that, logging out of the account and getting rid of any other evidence before hiding the phone. You would probably add a few rumours later on, but that picture was enough for now.

After all you had hit him right in his insecurities.

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Carter: The best masquerade

Carter was a two faced bi.ch. He used his clones to make your life a living hell, even ridiculing you by making you the stupid friend at any occasion, but you were feed up with everything and ready to spew some venom of your own...

"Has someone seen the Ramshackle prefect?" Carter asks casually asks, looking at some students that just shake their heads. It irked him that he didn't know were you were, after all he wanted to play a prank on you, his social media needed content after all.

He suddenly noticed a few students whisper about something looking directly at him. He watched them, they giggled and pointed at him before continuing to walk past.

He brushed it off.

After finally finding you hiding in a tree, he decided that he would pull the prank on you know, making it a live stream.

The prank was simple and a classic, dumping cold water on someone. Just that your clothing became kinda see through once it was soaked.

He cackles seeing you scream in shook and jump up, calling you names saying that you were sensitive, he had the camera pointed at you, not noticing everyone could see you crying.

He put an arm around you grinning into the camera. "Aren't they to sensitive guys? Like it was just cold water." He doesn't notice your uncomfortable expression.

The next day there were more people looking at him weirdly, ignoring him or giving him rude comments. He didn't understand it, why would they do that.

He was angry for the rest of the day. He needed you to become his personal punching back, but unbeknownst to him, someone filmed him...

Carter didn't know how to feel. There was a major call out on him and hate comments filled his videos. Someone had took their time to analyse his videos after the live prank and called him out on his behaviour.

"Also, I think the prefect needs some justice?" The person suddenly said, talking about the fact that you were always a victim, even showing the proof of Carter bullying you.

From one week to the other his whole life had turned around, he couldn't get even remotely close to you and he became a bullying and prank victim.

You smiled to yourself, the grin not even once leaving your face as you look at your friend. "Thank you for helping me!" You say and the friend nods.

"It was fun taking part in this masquerade."

Part 3: Malleus: heart of stone, Kalim: my world is blue, Trey; Rotten teeth

(Also request are open!^^)

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

I want to clarify in advance this is not about anybody specifically in this Fandom, this is just me trying to get my thoughts in order and perhaps to just feel like I am being heard in any regard. Likewise, do not take my word as gospel, for I am merely a lurker of the community who has never truly experienced Fandom outside of looking at fanart and fanfictions. I would like to start creating fanart, fanfictions, and even fancomics should I ever figure out how backgrounds work, but Fandom scares me, especially in regards to one as large as the Fire Emblem community. While I understand that just because one guy sucks in a Fandom it does not mean the whole Fandom sucks, I am also aware of how much damage one person can do, furthermore statistically there are likely to be more bad apples in this bunch then other communities I lurk about in, I mostly lurk in niche Fandoms with the exception being Fire Emblem. I already know my opinions do not tend to align with the majority, and while that is not necessarily a bad thing on its own, it does start to become a bad thing with the horror stories I have heard about Fandom. While I do hope they are just that, horror stories, there is still the nagging feeling of any of them having a basis in reality, I do not want to be a Fandom's punching bag, but I also do not want to remain a mere watcher forever. I have ideas for making fanworks myself, I want to work on these ideas, and I want to share them, perhaps even one day on my own blog instead of just anonymously, but the nagging fear in relation to the mortifying ordeal of being known is making it difficult. Things are only made worse because I find reading people difficult, less so when it is face to face, so the process of understanding whether somebody is jokingly calling something I make awful is completely unknown to me. Yeah, I know just block people who are being assholes, but what if it is taken the wrong way, and I proclaimed a thin skinned idiot who cannot take criticism because the person blocked took it out of context and yelled about it to the rest of the community, who took their word as truth. Only for me to be punished because of those very bad apples I have feared before. I feel as though I am a hypocrite, I have sent anonymous messages in before saying how much I love to see people sharing what they have created, no matter how supposedly cringe people may think it is, I say I live by the motto that cringe is dead, yet I still live in fear of the unknowns of Fandom, all because I have never truly participated in the past. I want to discuss the things I enjoy, yet it appears as though whether it is with those who have never played these games or even fellow fans, I may forever be an outsider in this regard, and I hate that such a thing is even a possibility. I love these games dearly, and I want to talk to people about the games, and all the different concepts I have had about the series, be it fangames, fancomics, fanfictions, whatever. Most of my concepts are in the au category, and as I have stated time and time again, I wish to share my ideas someday. I would like to act like none of this is actually concerning to me, but it would be a lie, no matter how many times I tell people I do not care it is all a facade, I care very deeply. I do not want to be hated because people see that I ship a rarepair and think that means I hate every other ship, I do not want to be hated because people think my au ideas are stupid, I do not want to be hated because I have never written a fanfiction before, nor ever posted about one. The mortifying ordeal of being known is living up to the word mortifying, and I hate this is even a problem for me to begin with, it just makes me feel like such a coward. Besides, I am still using anonymous for this confession, is that not truly the act of a coward?

.

[l3viat8an]

HI MY LOVEY!

The amount of Racism is spreading so damn severely and my fingers hurt. I cant keep typing, I am trying to spread awareness with my voice, but girlie. I already used my voice to scream to a bunch of songs and shii. Cant handle it bbg😭. I wish i can pay for everyone's therapy to all the cringe but i can't even buy that controversial ass Unbrush.

Anyway, i was imagining MC who talks ALOT. They say, "Oh my God" or "The devil is a lie" maybe even "I will fight until Jesus touches earth again".

Or literally just any type of funny religious sayings😭🤭

ANYWAY, SIT BACK AND RELAX. DRINK SOME TEA AND WATCH DEMON SLAYER {ha! see wut i did there? yknow bcuz- uUgh whatevs} OR MAYBE SOME CHAINSAW MAN! LAUGH AT CRINGEY VIDEOS, THEN LIKE ALL THE FUNNY COMMENTS! TELL ME HOW YOU'VE BEEN AND IF UR FINGERS HURT FROM ALL THE TYPING!

ANYWAYSSSS! FUCK EVERYONE ELSE, I LOVE YOU💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋🥰🥰💋🥰💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Hiii sugar!! Gods my fingers hurt from typing and I’m so damn tired of just life in general right now 😭 *sighhh* but we must keep going!!! Tho I’m not sure how much therapy would even help anymore hskshsj and the amount of videos I’ve seen of that unbrush lately is crazyyyy like I thought it was just a hair brush jsjsjjs

About the MC saying stuff like ‘Oh god.’ and other funny religious stuff!!- I always imagine the characters yelling at MC like “Language!” or “Mind your language.” cuz obviously in hell that would be goofy lolol

‘n!!! Now I’m gonna get some snacks, something hot to drink might get coffee not tea tho and absolutely watch demon slayer lolol (I get it jshsjs and I am a whole season behind 😔) oooor a really good and funny anime is ‘the vampire dies in no time’ legit my favorite anime to watch when I’m in a bad mood!! I’ve been just living, tbh not much to say honestly life’s a lil boring just going to work and classes day in and day out rn 🧍🏼‍♀️but how have you been???

AND I LOVE YOU TOO 🥰💚💋💋💋

[doomzday-zone]

ok but actually. i know i said this in the tags on ur post but genuinely i love ur faggy infinites i love ur attitude i love how u post whatever u want and put it in the main tags bc u are unapologetically urself when it is so easy to try and fit in. u have the confidence i aim to have for myself and it's so refreshing to see somebody who embraces being Weird <3 i've never engaged because i am unwell about people being aware of me but i've literally been lurking on you and the dog and hog gang for at least a year (i never really spoke much about liking them despite having interest for years) and. just. you're all so chill. the critical thinking, lack of judgement, this world needs more of that shit fr!! i hope u have a great day – good vibes from a transfag autism brained freak (and thank u for ur tags on my essay. i'm so glad other people care as much as me <3)

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I IWISJ I COULS ANSWER TJIS AND KEEP TJIS IM ,MY IMBOX FOREVER RAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO GLAD U LOVE MY BOYSSSSSSS<33333 RAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! i usually try n segment my replys to address every beat but this is so much........ to my liddle tiny heaet........ im ,iteralkly cyinf rnn can you tell????? UIVTBJVJBJVBKJ. this means. the world to me<33333 im glad<33 im glad i can inspire some of that in u<3 like for the longest time i was literally larping as one of the normies :sob: like i get it 100% the want 2 fit in and b accepted esp in fandom is strong but in my case it is utterlly unsustainable 2 follow the crowd. i cant pretend i dont like what i like. i cant pretend to be normal r have normal relationships 2 things r have normal opinions jnkjjkjbjk. and its hard!!!!!! there rlly isnt a real tangible space to be fucking insane and into weird n gross shit n etc in fandom like there is for the sanitized kiddy friendly stuff or the hyper horny stuff, its an awkward middle line 2 tread.(n im wayy too autistic 4 fandom anyways.... lol) and ik im not the only one. i wouldnt b able 2 be so unabashed and real and freaky w/o the support of all the amazing ppl ive met in my little freak circle<3333(IT IS SOOOOOO cheesey n cringe-sounding but im being so fr when i say my weirdoes n infinite the jackal saved my life<3333333333 i literally probably wouldnt even b alive today w/o em<333 thanks 2 all of u for helping me grow stronger btw hehe....)

Every day i choose to be insane and gross and a freak and a transexual faggot and autistic and TOO MUCH !!! for meself obv<3 but also for the ones i love and ppl like YOU!!!!!!!!!! >:D i cant change the world w just my little paws. but i CAN b crazy on main. i CAN show everyone that you dont have 2 be afraid of your own interests for fear of not being accepted in the greater fandom<333 even if these ppl never rlly come out of their shell... theres always someone, someplace out there thatll accept u. theres always more freaks, theres always more faggots<3 even if you never come out and yell it to the world if i could inspire just a tiny bit of this love in ppl thatd be enough for me :)

anyways. lol. kjnobjbiubjk thank you<33 a lot<3333 i mean it<333333 so many words i wish to say in this moment but ik you get it<3 mwamwa<333333333

life is short babey!!! dont be such a stranger okay ^_^

[13eyond13]

how do you think Soichiro and the task force would deal with a female! L? I think In canon Soichiro does grudgingly respect L and goes along with a lot of his insane schemes. I don't think Soichiro hates L as some people interpret their relationship, but I do think that he'd be a little more comfortable second guessing her and being protective of his own daughter. Especially if she suspects Light, he might accuse this of being more personal. I also low key think that since L is 24 the more bold guys on the taskforce might uh question why she isn't married and worry about her "Christmas cake" status which would annoy her to no end. Light encouraged this both to have fun messing with her rival and sew chaos in the task force (while secretly hating the idea of a man marrying L because only SHE is good enough for L!)

Another good question!

I am basing this mostly off my own idea of the characters and how I would write them in a fic or something rather than exactly how I think Ohba would write it himself, but I think after the initial surprise and slight gruff uncomfortableness that Soichiro would act fairly similarly toward fem!L for the most part. He'd maybe be one of the more respectful and less awkward of the task force about her not being a guy. I think he's fairly mature and compassionate and even fairly flexible at times about changing his views on certain things whenever he's challenged on his POV. I believe after the initial shock that he'd still try to be respectful and deferential to her as his boss, since the stakes are so incredibly high, and since she has proven herself to be the only only who can ever solve the unsolvable cases like these so many times before in the past. If he WAS at all a bit more sexist toward her at times, I think it would be mostly a paternalistic sort of sexism, where he sees her almost like one of his daughters and feels an exaggerated sense of worry about her safety/honour, and will yell at the other men for being rude/ignorant if they step out of line too much with her (like if say, Matsuda said something awkward and inappropriate to her because she was a woman). And yes, I think it would be mostly the rest of the task force that might have a harder time with a female L. I could see fem!L and Matsuda getting along even less, because he'd probably say and do all those things that are her biggest pet peeves about being the only woman in the group / in a leadership position with a team of all guys... I don't know if she'd really be his type necessarily, but he'd probably just be hyper aware of her gender and unthinkingly say his own clueless takes about women to her constantly, which would probably mentally exhaust her and annoy her to no end (he's just written to be that guy on the team who is always saying/doing the wrong thing and putting his foot in his mouth constantly, you know haha). Aizawa would probably be a bit awkward about it as well, and maybe question her authority and her trustworthiness even more than he already does with male L ... Can't really see Mogi acting all that different, he mostly just keeps almost 100% of his thoughts to himself. I had never heard of that "Christmas Cake" thing before, so I had to look it up, but omg I could definitely see that. Haha hopefully L would just take it in stride, but I would be cringing on her behalf nonetheless!