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thepigeonhasapen · 7 months ago

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I was wondering if you could do the Olympian Gods with a reader whose asexual? Like, what would their reactions be, would they mind, stuff like that d:

Asexual Reader, Olympian Edition

(Doing these asks out of order but shhhhhhh. Also strong warning for acephobia because Zeus in an ass)

🩷Aphrodite🩷

Very chill about it. She's the goddess of love and that includes ALL kinds of love. Self-love is one of her favorites. The fact that you know and accept who you are and that you're willing to let her in on it? Well, Aphrodite might just adore you even more than she already did.

"You’re...? Well of course I don't mind, dearest! In fact, I think that's positively wonderful!"

Regardless of whether or not you're interested, Aphrodite still can't refrain from making comments about your physical appearance. She'll try and curtail some of them if you find them uncomfortable, but she loves lavishing praise upon you and talking you up to her friends.

Partially jealous to be perfectly honest. She can't help but wonder if you have a more pure understanding of beauty because you're not looking at it though the rose-tinted lens of horny. Aphrodite is deeply fascinated by asexuality and even if she doesn't quite understand it, she tries her best.

⚔️Ares⚔️

Doesn't mind. Honestly, it doesn't even really impact him that much. Just neatly writes sex out of the equation and carries on.

"You seem nervous, my dear. You... oh? Is that all? No need to distress yourself so much over such things. I love you as you are and knowing this will not change that."

May ask you a few questions at the beginning but mostly leaves the subject alone after that.

If anyone's giving you shit, all it takes is a dirty look from Ares to shut them up. What can I say the man has a way with not using his words.

🏹Artemis🏹

You too?? Artemis tries to play it off cool but she's low-key thrilled actually. Internally screaming because thank the Fates, she can get as close to you as she wants and she doesn't have to worry about things getting Weird™️

"You’re ace? That's... cool. Sorry, that came off as really insincere. It's just... me too, you know? I got a little surprised is all. And um, we've been hanging out for a while and I just wanted to say, you know, now that we're talking about this and I know you're not gonna take this the wrong way, I think you're really neat. I love hanging out with you. ...Don't go spreading that around though, okay?"

Artemis is sex-repulsed. If you are too, she drags you to family events so she can make faces at you whenever her family starts talking about their sexual conquests. If you're not, she's deeply fascinated and will probably ask you WHY on earth you would want to do that.

Despite the fact that Artemis doesn't want to have sex, I feel like she'd still enjoy certain kinks. Primal play, petplay, and leather are things I feel she'd enjoy partaking in. (Source: I am ace and very kinky lmao)

🦉Athena🦉

What a good match, Athena is asexual too! She probably blanks your confession to be honest because she sometimes forgets that people actually have sex frequently and on purpose.

"Asexual? Yes, alright. And how fared your journey up to Olympus by the way? I hope Hermes treated you well."

Sex-neutral. Will occasionally give sex a go if her partner happens to bring it up but will mostly just forget it's existence as a thing entirely.

Athena is actually quite haughty about her asexuality. She is definitely looking down on anyone who is swayed from the path of wisdom by someone else's sex appeal. Loves that you can understand her point of view on the subject.

❄️Demeter❄️

As Demeter has aged her sex drive has shrunk to like nil so really nothing about your relationship is much different.

"Asexual...? Ah, like young Artemis, yes? Fascinating. I've never been able to pin her down long enough to converse upon the subject. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Demeter tends to be a touch more overprotective than she needs to be. If anyone even so much as gives a hint of giving you shit for it, Demeter is sending them an absolute withering glare that has the potential to kill even the most vibrant flower. She follows it up with some bitterly cold words if necessary but it rarely comes to that.

She's honestly quite relieved about it really. She was never really that horny of a person and is happy to find someone who can relate to that. I personally think Demeter is some kind of acespec but that might also be my asexual ass projecting my aceness onto every character I get my grubby little hands on lol

🍇Dionysus🍇

Chill about it. He's chill about literally everything, what do you expect? Dionysus is commonly associated with trans people and I like to believe that queer people in general just flock to him because he's just so open and accepting.

"Ace, yeah? Congrats, man, thanks for telling me. Just let me know if I ever step on any toes, 'kay?"

Not gonna lie, he secretly corners Artemis and Athena to bother them on the subject just in case he's got it wrong. He didn’t as it turns out, but he's glad he checked in anyway because it was an enlightening conversation. With Athena anyway. Artemis runs off at the first available opportunity.

Happy to go whatever speed you want, if you want to go any speed at all. He may still get a little handsy sometimes but he doesn't mean anything by it, he just really likes holding you like a teddy bear. Honestly, I think he'd get a real kick out of somebody aegosexual and think it was such a super fun party trick that you can say such horny things and not be interested at all. Probably mildly pesters you to engage with smutty things because he finds your unamused expressions absolutely fascinating.

🪽Hermes🪽

Bursts out laughing when you tell him. It's not for the reason you think and he does feel really bad about it when he sees your face.

"Haha, of all the...! Haha– oh, hey, hey, I'm sorry, it's not that. I totally don't mind you being ace or anything, far from it, it's just that I seem to have an accidental habit for attracting your type and I seem to be collecting you."

Besides you, the person Hermes spends the most time with is Charon... who is also asexual. Hermes, the uberhorny hypersexual fuckbunny who would literally die for a quickie every five minutes find this hilarious. Opposites attract I guess? Hermes has a good giggle about it everytime he thinks about it.

Doesn't mind if you don't want to have sex. If you do, great! But if you don't, it's not a big deal.

🔱Poseidon🔱

Poseidon is... confused. It'll work out better if you're sex-repulsed and straight up don't want to have sex ever, otherwise poor Poseidon will absolutely struggle. He doesn't understand the difference between sexual attraction and aesthetic attraction and is just genuinely so out of his depth. You like the way he looks... but you don't want to have sex with him??

"What's that? Asexual? I, uh... okay, just between the two of us, you're gonna have to explain that one to me, babe."

He talks to Dionysus. Even after that he still doesn't get it. Poseidon tries his best to be supportive but has like no idea how. Probably shooes away people who try to even mention sex in your vicinity. It's gonna take awhile before he understands how this works. Confused but he's got the spirit kinda?

May initially try to convince you that you just haven't had good sex yet. Sit him down, explain this all to him, and he'll probably get it. Okay, let's be honest, he still doesn't get it but he respects your choice and generally leaves the subject alone. His libido is quite high though so he will frequently sleep around just to scratch that itch.

⚡️Zeus⚡️

We were doing good until we got to you, huh Zeus? Zeus just quite firmly doesn't believe in asexuality. He definitely thinks you're just confused or that you haven't had sex right yet or that you'll change your mind at some point.

"Asexual? Oh dear, have you been talking to that daughter of mine, Artemis? She's always on about something or other, if she chooses to talk to us at all."

Zeus won't force you to have sex but he will make subtle (he thinks he's being subtle anyway) comments about how you're a tease or a prude. If you're interested in having sex, Zeus doesn't understand the definition and just thinks you don't find him attractive. His feelings are now hurt. He will be throwing a violent totally-not-a-tantrum now.

Will eventually, probably shut up about it. Look, he's never gonna understand it so shutting up about it is the best you're gonna get from him. This idiot thinks with his penis, okay? Athena stole all the intelligence from him at birth. Just doesn't get it, very confused, cannot even comprehend the idea of not wanting to bang everything in sight.

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anothertimdrakestan · 2 years ago

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Batboys Toxic Traits Headcanons

because no one is perfect, i wanted to get a little dirty with it and imagine what the boys are like when they're a little... too obsessed with you.

tw for romanticizing possessive, obsessive, jealous, aggressive actions haha xoxo

Jason Todd

- scary dog privileges wherever you go with jace, but he is ALL bite with one and only one warning bark.

- when a hand that isn't his brushes your thigh in a club, fingers get broken. when a cat caller thinks his compliment just has to be said to you, he most likely won't be able to speak again for weeks. And god forbid any villain try to use you as bait for jason, they've all learned if they value their life to never touch you. He's all for justice not vengeance until anyone tries to mess with you, then those words always get mixed up in his head.

- sometimes you cant even complain about people, they end up getting randomly harassed by a certain someone until they just move town

- jason is adamant as long as he's alive there won't be a problem of yours he can't solve with a little violence

- your biggest problem is that he struggles to let you have guy friends, obviously the ones he knows especially fellow heroes are more than fine, but he's been known to burst blood vessels when he sees you up close and personal with men he's never met

- he's proud of it too: "let another man try and touch y/n, it's been a slow night for me." or "i just don't get why you need him as a friend when you have me, myself, and i"

Tim Drake

- tim gets... obsessive.

- he tends to fall hard but with you he brought the house down with him

- before you were officially his he had hacked every security camera in the city to have eyes on you at any given moment

- both for your safety and his own maniacal flirting strategy: you admire shoes but frown at the price tag? tim's buying you the matching bag to go with the shoes he bought the second you looked at them.

- before you knew how insanely in love with you he was, you truly thought he was a mind reader

- well he kind of was, seeing as he scrolled through your search history every night to know which talking points to bring up with you

- once you finally fell for him and set some stronger boundaries he still occasionally found himself double checking your location when you weren't by his side, or lazily purchasing every item on your pinterest boards, he just can't help but dote on you

Damian Wayne

- damian doesn't really get close to people, but as always you were his exception

- however, this means his list of people to hang out with is extremely short, and he saw no problem in wanting to be around you wherever you went whenever he could

- like a kind of tall, dark, and brooding puppy, he quietly followed you everywhere, and when you strictly told him he couldn't follow along, you always noticed a perched shadow just a few building away

- eventually you got used to rolling over to damian coolly watching you sleep or patiently waiting to pick you up from your classes/job, happy just to walk you to your car

- just like jason, damian had a brutal and heartless style of problem-solving when it came to anyone giving you trouble

- too often you found yourself standing in between his rage and massive mistake whether it was nearly assaulting a friend of yours who tried to ask you out or threatening to buy out your entire workplace when you didn't get the promotion you wanted

- forever cooling his rage was worth having his adoration though, and you were happy to have your overbearing shadow follow you throughout your days

Dick Grayson

- for such a bubbly leader, dick often struggled with communication

- always used to bearing his problems alone you'd spent too many nights tracking down your own boyfriend only to beg him to tell you what's wrong

- he never understood that you didn't always want to solve his problems, but hold his sadness or hurt with him

- it was the worst when he was upset with you, whether it was jealously or insecurity that crept into his mind

- he'd take off in a rush hoping you wouldn't notice but you always did, either hunting him down or simply waiting with open arms for him to come home

- it would take years to teach your traveling-circus-raised boyfriend that you weren't going anywhere, ever.

- but, this made for many heartfelt nights where he held you and promised you the world, as if you'd opened him up in a way no one else could, pulling forward the most magical and loving side of your sweet boy

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darqx · 4 months ago

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Well i talk about it talk about it talk about it

The beginning of FUNKY TOWN is still stuck in my head.

❗️For commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ

Thanks, I'm glad my art improvement is noticeable :D I have actually KIND OF redrawn scenes before such as

and a bunch of frames from

so who knows i might do some more at some point lol!

YOU GUYS STILL SEND THEM TO ME :d

I don't actually get that many, i just tend to answer months worth all at once so it looks like a lot haha. I also don't answer a bunch of them if I've already answered something similar before or the answer is in my FAQ. Though I'm going to be honest some of the asks that get sent to me I don't think anyone expects me to actually answer, because they're just weird enough that if i turned off anon i'm pretty sure no one would be asking them.

My free time (...when I'm not procrastinating |D ) is trying to be spent on BP so I currently dont have any plans beyond the fun little doodles and animatics and stuff that I usually do. Gato is working on YKMET so if you guys like Strade then you have that to look forward to :)

(Why thank you!)

The armour follows his usual colour scheme which is gold on black.

You can tell this ask is from January lol.

Thanks haha my colouring style layers colour over colour so colour over grayscale always just looks oddly muddy in my POV |D ESPECIALLY LIGHT COLOURS LIKE YELLOW.

Demons can traditionally reproduce within the same species or with a compatible species.

Psychology, Law or Politics. I think these are the top normal majors you could take where the info you learn from them could be really useful in not getting fucked over and/or fucking someone else over.

I haven't been asked to make chibis for Gato this time around so you'll probably be getting something different for your finished runs!

Demon Commons.

All demons have some sort of specific mark that they are born with (anywhere on their body). The exact reason why has been lost to time, but it often gets used for identification. Here are some of the rest of my demon characs:

Hm, if I have to consider real life anatomy (nooooooo XD) the yellow is probably his iris.

Man i've answered so many asks i sometimes only remember saying something when another asks sounds familiar lmao 🤔 Ok; Rire, as a demon of station, has been captured in the background of some historical paintings and photographs, sometimes without his knowledge but always to his amusement later when he finds out. Like just imagine you are intensely studying art history and in those paintings of events with lots of people in it, suddenly your eye happens to catch upon a tall dark haired figure wearing sunglasses from that time period somehow blending in amongst everyone else there.

He has no particular preference in this regard.

Rire doesn't have like 🤔...a set criteria as it depends entirely on certain whims; like whether he is looking for business or pleasure, what he's feeling like at the time etc. If it's purely business then there are types of people he would approach that he wouldn't otherwise if it was for mainly entertainment.

They probably average out at about room temperature - they tend to reflect environment temp a bit and the main part that's closest to his back will always be a bit warmer than the rest of the ichor.

Probably not

They are evenly matched

Thanks very much! :D

Rire has been around for a while so yes he would have witnessed a bunch of things in human history. Who he met and who he made deals with is up for debate.

He is "polite" so he would thank you, at the very least. And yes they are his signature flower lol. It wouldnt be any special..er than receiving any other flowers though to him - we are the ones ascribing the meaning to it.

Two for the price of one 🤌🏻 Also this is an insanely old ask but yes you have permission to do fancomics or whatever with him |D

Anon, considering most people know him from a weird "dating sim", I dont think this is as startling an ask as you might think haha.

if it makes you happy.

Pick a nice smell that you particularly jive with and it would be that. This is individual specific so if a whole bunch of people are around Rire they may each perceive something different.

I get asked this question a lot |D I'm gonna be real with you guys - i haven't actively thought about a canon design for his parents because i'm kind of lazy to (since right now i dont need to know what they look like). Until that happens you guys will just have to go off the vague text descriptions i've given before :p

#boyfriend to death #rire answer dump #art #doodle #answer dump #long post

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serapharua · 5 months ago

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୨୧ 一 &TEAM REACTING TO YOU TRYING TO SET THEM UP BUT THEY LIKE YOU . . !

&team ot9 — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : yes. ☆ — &t masterlist

K :

You were certain K would appreciate the effort. After all, he was the type of person who was thoughtful, kind, and definitely deserving of someone who could match his energy. So naturally, you decided to play matchmaker.

“K, what do you think about Hana? She’s super sweet, loves dogs, and she’s into fitness too! You two would totally hit it off.”

K’s smile froze. He was in the middle of sipping his drink when your words hit him like a ton of bricks. Lowering his glass, he looked at you carefully, as if trying to figure out whether you were joking or truly oblivious. “Hana?” he repeated, his tone neutral, though the slight furrow in his brow gave him away.

“Yeah! I mean, you two would look great together. And she’s always talking about how cool she thinks you are,” you added, completely missing the slight tension in his posture.

K leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “She thinks I’m cool?” he asked, though his voice lacked any real enthusiasm.

“Totally! I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re K,” you said with a grin, oblivious to the way he sighed under his breath.

For a moment, he stayed silent, tapping his fingers lightly against his arm. Then he gave you a small, pointed look. “You know,” he said, his voice calm but carrying an edge, “if I wanted someone’s attention, I’d rather it be someone I actually care about.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” you replied, nodding. “Which is why Hana would be perfect. She—”

“Not Hana,” K interrupted, his gaze steady on yours now. His tone wasn’t harsh, but it was firm enough to stop you mid-sentence.

You blinked. “Then…who?”

K let out a soft laugh, though there wasn’t much humor in it. “You’re so dense sometimes, you know that?” He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “The person I care about? The one I’d want to be with? It’s you.”

Your eyes widened as the realization sank in. “Me?” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

K’s expression softened as he nodded. “You. And honestly, it’s kind of frustrating that you’d try to set me up with someone else when I’ve been giving you hints this whole time.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The pieces clicked together in your mind, the lingering glances, the way he always made time for you, the subtle comments he’d made that you’d brushed off. How had you missed it?

K shook his head, smiling faintly. “I like you, okay? A lot. So, if you’re done trying to set me up with other people…”

He trailed off, waiting for your response. You felt your cheeks heat up as you met his gaze. “I—I didn’t realize,” you admitted, your voice soft.

“Well, now you do,” he said, his smile growing a little brighter. “So, what do you say? Want to stop playing matchmaker and let me take you on a real date instead?”

Your heart raced, but you managed to nod, a shy smile spreading across your face. “I’d like that,” you said quietly.

“Good,” K replied, standing up and offering you his hand. “Because there’s no one else I’d rather be with.”

FUMA :

You had no idea why Fuma had been so quiet lately. Usually, he was the one teasing you or making witty comments, but now, he seemed unusually reserved. It all started when you brought up a topic you thought he’d be excited about, setting him up with someone.

“Fuma, you know who I think would be great for you?” you asked casually as you both sat on a park bench, watching people pass by.

Fuma raised an eyebrow, glancing over at you. “Who?” he asked, his tone calm but guarded.

“Hitomi from work! She’s sweet, always smiling, and I think you’d get along so well. She even mentioned she thought you were cool when I showed her that photo of us at the beach!”

His head tilted slightly, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “You showed her a photo of us?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

“Yeah, why not?” you said, smiling, completely oblivious to his sudden shift in mood. “You looked great in it, and she noticed!”

Fuma let out a dry laugh, leaning back against the bench and staring up at the sky. “Right. And what made you think I’d be interested?”

“Well,” you began, slightly caught off guard by his reaction, “she’s cute, smart, and super nice. I mean, who wouldn’t be interested?”

Fuma turned his head, looking at you with an unreadable expression. “Me,” he said simply.

You blinked at him, confused. “What do you mean? She’s—”

“Not who I’m interested in,” he interrupted, his voice firmer now.

“Oh,” you said, pausing for a moment. “Then who are you interested in? Do I know them?”

The look Fuma gave you could only be described as a mix of disbelief and frustration. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a soft sigh. “You’re really going to make me spell it out, huh?”

“Spell what out?” you asked, still clueless.

Fuma sat up straight, turning fully to face you now. “You. I like you, okay?”

The words hit you like a truck, and your eyes widened as you processed what he’d just said. “Wait—what?”

“I like you,” he repeated, more softly this time. “Not Hitomi, not anyone else. You. And the fact that you’ve been trying to set me up with someone else is… honestly kind of driving me insane.”

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to form a response, but nothing came out at first. Finally, you managed to say, “I—I didn’t realize.”

Fuma chuckled, though it lacked his usual playfulness. “Yeah, I figured. But I thought maybe, just maybe, you’d pick up on it eventually.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I guess I’ve been a little dense.”

“A little?” he teased, a faint smirk finally appearing on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, though your heart was still racing. “Okay, a lot. But… I like you too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Fuma’s smirk softened into a genuine smile. “Good,” he said, leaning back again, this time more relaxed. “Because now I don’t have to pretend to care about being set up with someone else.”

You laughed nervously, the tension between you easing as his usual teasing tone returned. “I guess I owe Hitomi an explanation,” you joked.

“Or,” Fuma said, shrugging casually, “we could just not bring her into this at all and go get something to eat instead.”

You smiled, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. “I think I like that plan better.”

“Good choice,” Fuma said, standing up and offering you his hand. “Come on, let’s go. First date’s on me.”

NICHOLAS :

You had been rambling for at least ten minutes about a friend of yours who you thought would be a perfect match for Nicholas. He listened quietly at first, nodding here and there, but the longer you talked, the more his jaw tensed and his usually calm eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m serious, Nicholas,” you said enthusiastically. “She’s so sweet and thoughtful, and she loves photography too! I feel like you’d really hit it off with her. You want me to set something up?”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, finally putting his phone down and crossing his arms. “Do you always try to play matchmaker, or is this a new hobby?” he asked, his tone dry.

You laughed, thinking he was joking. “No, just when it’s obvious two people would be great together. She even said she thinks you’re cute! I mean, what do you have to lose?”

Nicholas’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he leaned back in his chair, looking away from you for a moment. “What if I’m not interested?”

You blinked, confused. “Why wouldn’t you be? She’s literally everything you’ve mentioned liking in a girl.”

“Because,” he said slowly, meeting your eyes, “I’m interested in someone else.”

“Oh,” you said, startled. “You never told me that. Who is it? Do I know them?”

Nicholas stared at you, his expression completely unreadable now. He tilted his head slightly, as if debating how much more obvious he could possibly make it. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice a little softer. “You do.”

You frowned, still not catching on. “Really? Who? Just tell me—I can totally help you!”

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You don’t need to help me. I’ve already been spending time with them. A lot of time, actually.”

It took you a moment to process his words, but when the realization hit, your eyes widened. “Wait… me?”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, smirking faintly. “Took you long enough.”

“I—” you stammered, completely thrown off. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I thought it was obvious,” he said simply, his tone calm but teasing. “I’ve been dropping hints for months. But apparently, you were too busy trying to set me up with someone else to notice.”

Your face heated up as you covered it with your hands. “I’m such an idiot,” you mumbled.

Nicholas chuckled, reaching over to gently pull your hands away from your face. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll forgive you… as long as you stop trying to set me up with other people.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, your heart racing. “Deal,” you said softly.

“Good,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. “Because now I don’t have to sit through another awkward matchmaking pitch. And maybe,” he added, smirking again, “you’ll finally start paying attention to me.”

You laughed nervously, still feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I’ll definitely pay attention now.”

“Good,” Nicholas said, his tone softer this time. “Because I really like you, and I’d rather spend my time convincing you to like me back than anyone else.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you smiled. “I already do,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nicholas’s eyes softened, and he leaned forward slightly. “Well, that’s good to know,” he said, his smirk returning. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”

EJ :

You were absolutely convinced you had found the perfect match for EJ. As his friend, you just wanted to see him happy, and your latest idea was to introduce him to a coworker you thought would be amazing for him.

“You’d like her, EJ,” you said brightly, scrolling through your phone to find a picture. “She’s really sweet, loves music, and she’s always smiling. She’d totally match your vibe.”

EJ’s smile faltered slightly as he watched you excitedly talk. “She sounds… nice,” he said cautiously.

“She is! Oh, and she loves Legos too!” you added, trying to sweeten the deal. “I told her a little about you, and she seemed super interested. What do you think? Should I set you two up?”

EJ blinked at you, his face carefully neutral. “Uh… I’m not sure about that,” he said slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“What do you mean? You two are a great match! You’re both thoughtful, creative, and she’s super easy to talk to. It’s a no-brainer!”

EJ’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he let out a soft sigh. “What if I’m not looking for a match?”

You tilted your head, confused. “Why wouldn’t you be? You’re such a catch, EJ. Seriously, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

He laughed softly, though it lacked his usual warmth. “Thanks, but… I already like someone.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, really? Since when? Why didn’t you tell me?”

EJ hesitated, glancing away before meeting your gaze again. “Because I didn’t know how to say it,” he admitted. “And I didn’t think you’d… get it.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, completely clueless. “I’m great at stuff like this! I could totally help you.”

EJ looked at you, his expression a mix of amusement and frustration. “I don’t think I need help.”

You frowned. “Of course you do! Who is it? I’ll totally talk to them for you.”

His jaw tightened slightly, and he shook his head with a small laugh. “You’re really not getting it, are you?”

You blinked, confused. “Getting what?”

“It’s you,” EJ said simply, his voice soft but firm.

Your heart stopped for a moment as his words sank in. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” he said, smiling faintly. “You’re the person I like. And while I appreciate your matchmaking skills… I’d rather you didn’t try to set me up with anyone else.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you stared at him, stunned. “Oh my god,” you muttered. “I didn’t realize—”

EJ chuckled, cutting you off. “Yeah, I noticed.”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “I’m so dense.”

EJ gently tugged your hands away from your face, his smile soft and reassuring. “It’s okay. I kind of figured you’d take a while to figure it out. That’s just… you.”

You bit your lip, feeling a little shy under his gaze. “So… what now?”

“Now,” EJ said, his tone light, “we stop talking about your coworker and start talking about us.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even as your cheeks burned. “Okay,” you said softly.

His smile widened, and he looked at you with so much warmth that your heart felt like it might burst. “Finally,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

YUMA :

You were practically bouncing with excitement when you brought up your latest idea to Yuma. “Okay, so hear me out! I have this friend who’s perfect for you,” you started, leaning forward with a grin. “She’s super stylish, loves dancing, and has a great sense of humor. You’d totally get along.”

Yuma raised an eyebrow, setting down the drink he’d been holding. “Oh? Perfect for me, huh?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp as they flickered toward you.

“Yeah! She’s great,” you continued, oblivious to his growing tension. “I mean, she’s confident, super sweet, and honestly, I think you’d really click.”

Yuma tilted his head, his lips twitching as though he was holding back a sigh. “Hmm,” he hummed noncommittally, his gaze fixed on you.

“I already told her a bit about you, and she’s really interested,” you added, smiling brightly. “I could set something up, you know, like a casual meeting? What do you think?”

Yuma leaned back, crossing his arms. “What do I think?” he echoed, his tone just slightly amused. “I think maybe you’ve got it all wrong.”

You blinked, confused. “What do you mean? She’s perfect for you.”

His expression shifted, a mix of exasperation and something softer as he sighed. “Maybe I’m not looking for someone like her.”

You frowned. “What? But why not? She’s amazing.”

Yuma leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at you, his gaze piercing. “Maybe I already have someone I like,” he said casually, though his voice carried a hint of irritation.

“Wait, really?” you asked, surprised. “Since when? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuma’s lips twitched, and a small laugh escaped him. “Maybe because you’re too busy trying to play matchmaker to notice.”

“Who is it?” you asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and guilt. “I can totally help!”

Yuma shook his head, a soft, disbelieving laugh escaping him. “Oh, you’re unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.

“What? What did I say?” you pressed, still completely clueless.

Yuma stood up from his seat, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked down at you with a teasing smirk. “It’s you, dummy,” he said simply, his tone light but firm.

Your mouth fell open, and you stared at him in shock. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” Yuma replied, his smirk softening into a fond smile. “You’ve been so busy trying to set me up with other people, but all I’ve wanted this whole time was you.”

Your cheeks burned, and you scrambled for words. “Oh… oh my god. I didn’t realize—”

“Yeah, I figured,” Yuma cut in, his voice laced with amusement.

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “I’m the worst, aren’t I?”

Yuma chuckled, gently tugging your hands away from your face. “Nah,” he said softly. “You’re just… you.”

You glanced up at him, still feeling flustered. “So… what now?”

“Now,” he said, leaning down slightly so his face was closer to yours, “you stop trying to set me up with other people and maybe let me take you out instead.”

A small, shy smile spread across your face. “Okay,” you murmured.

JO :

You were practically glowing with excitement when you approached Jo one afternoon, an idea brewing in your mind. “Jo, listen to me,” you began, clutching your phone. “I have the perfect person for you.”

Jo blinked at you, his usual soft demeanor not betraying much, though you noticed the slight furrow of his brows. “For me?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Yes! My friend is absolutely amazing,” you continued, your enthusiasm unrelenting. “They’re so sweet, love animals just like you, and I swear they’d totally vibe with your calm personality.”

Jo stayed quiet, his gaze dropping to his hands. He fidgeted slightly, the telltale sign that something was on his mind. “You really think we’d… get along?” he asked after a moment, his voice quieter than usual.

“Totally! I was actually thinking we could all hang out together sometime. You know, break the ice and see how things go,” you said with a grin, oblivious to the subtle tension in his expression.

Jo looked at you, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I don’t know,” he murmured.

“What do you mean? You’d be great together!” you encouraged, leaning closer as if to convince him with your excitement alone.

He hesitated, his fingers curling into his sleeves. “It’s just… I don’t think I’m interested,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your excitement faltered, confusion flickering across your face. “Why not? She’s so nice!”

Jo’s eyes darted to you briefly before he looked away, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. “Because… I already like someone else,” he said quietly, his words barely audible.

Your mouth fell open. “Wait, you do? Since when? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jo’s gaze dropped, and he shrugged, his face growing redder by the second. “You never asked,” he mumbled, clearly uncomfortable with where the conversation was heading.

“Who is it?” you asked, leaning forward eagerly. “I mean, I won’t push you or anything, but… who?”

Jo’s lips parted, and for a brief moment, he looked like he might say it. But instead, he let out a small sigh and said, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters!” you insisted, determined to support him.

Jo’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for the first time, there was a trace of frustration in his soft expression. “It matters, but you don’t see it,” he said, his voice carrying an unfamiliar firmness.

You froze, your excitement fading into confusion. “What… what do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, his hands gripping the edge of the table. “I mean it’s you,” he said softly, his voice trembling just slightly.

Your eyes widened, and your heart skipped a beat. “Me?”

Jo nodded, his gaze falling back to his lap. “Yeah. I’ve liked you for a while now,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “But you’re always trying to set me up with someone else, so I thought… maybe you didn’t feel the same.”

Your mind reeled as his words sank in. You stared at him, speechless, for a few moments before finally managing to say, “Jo… I had no idea.”

He offered you a small, tentative smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s okay,” he said quietly. “I didn’t really expect you to.”

You reached out, placing your hand gently over his. “No, it’s not okay. I was so busy trying to play matchmaker that I didn’t even think… I mean, Jo, I really like you too.”

His head shot up, his eyes wide with surprise. “You do?”

You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Yeah. I just… I never thought you’d feel the same.”

For the first time that day, Jo’s face broke into a genuine smile, soft and shy. “I guess we’re both pretty clueless, huh?”

You laughed, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Jo looked at you, his eyes filled with relief and quiet joy. “So… no more setting me up with your friends?” he teased lightly, his smile growing just a little.

You grinned, leaning closer. “No more. I promise.”

“Good,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Because I only want to be with you.”

HARUA :

“Harua, you’re going to love this,” you said excitedly, plopping down next to him with your phone in hand.

Harua glanced up from the book he was reading, his expression calm but curious. “What is it?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“I’ve been thinking,” you started, completely oblivious to how his posture stiffened. “I know someone who’d be perfect for you.”

He blinked, processing your words. “Perfect for me?” he repeated slowly, his voice neutral but slightly softer than usual.

“Yes!” you exclaimed. “They’re so sweet, super easy to talk to, and honestly, I think you two would really hit it off.”

Harua’s grip on his book tightened ever so slightly, though his expression remained composed. “You think so?” he asked, his tone steady, but you caught the faintest flicker of something in his eyes, discomfort?

“Of course! You’re both so kind and thoughtful. It’s a match made in heaven!” you said, grinning. “I could set up a time for you two to meet.”

Harua looked down at the page of his book, his gaze unfocused. After a moment of silence, he quietly asked, “Why are you trying so hard to set me up with someone?”

You blinked, thrown off by his question. “Because I want you to be happy,” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

His lips pressed into a thin line, and he let out a soft sigh. “I already am,” he said under his breath, but you barely caught it.

“What was that?” you asked, leaning closer.

Harua glanced at you, his cheeks dusted with the faintest hint of pink. “I’m already happy,” he repeated, his voice firmer but still gentle.

Your brows knitted together in confusion. “Then why do you always look so quiet and serious when I bring this up? Don’t you want to meet someone?”

Harua shut his book carefully, his fingers lingering on the cover as if it were grounding him. “I don’t want to meet someone,” he admitted, finally meeting your gaze. “Because I already like someone.”

Your jaw dropped. “You do?!”

He nodded, his expression calm but with a touch of shyness.

“Wait, why didn’t you tell me?!” you asked, staring at him in disbelief.

Harua hesitated for a moment before responding. “Because you’re the person I like,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing to say, though his ears were visibly red.

Your brain short-circuited. “M-me?” you stammered.

He nodded again, his gaze unwavering. “Yes. So, it’s a little hard for me to listen when you try to set me up with other people.”

You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to process his words. “I… Harua, I had no idea,” you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” he said softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But it’s true.”

Your heart raced as you searched for something to say, your face growing warm. “I’m so sorry for being so dense,” you admitted, a nervous laugh escaping you.

Harua shook his head, his smile growing a little. “It’s okay. I was waiting for the right moment to tell you anyway.”

You looked at him, your own smile forming as you realized just how much he meant it. “Well… for the record, I really like you too,” you said, your voice soft but sure.

His eyes widened slightly, a spark of happiness lighting them. “You do?”

“Yeah,” you said, grinning. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize sooner.”

Harua’s expression softened even more, and he let out a quiet chuckle. “Maybe we’re both a little slow,” he teased lightly.

“Maybe,” you agreed, leaning closer. “But I’m glad we’re on the same page now.”

He nodded, his cheeks pink as he glanced at you. “Me too.”

And just like that, the awkwardness melted away, replaced by the quiet warmth that only the two of you

TAKI :

You rushed over to Taki, practically buzzing with excitement. He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, but he looked up as soon as you called his name.

“Taki, I have the perfect idea for you!” you announced, sitting down beside him.

“What idea?” he asked, his expression bright and curious, though the way you were grinning so wide made him a little nervous.

“I want to set you up with someone!” you said, completely oblivious to the way his smile faltered for a split second.

“Set me up? With who?” Taki asked, his tone casual, but his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie.

“Okay, hear me out,” you started, completely unaware of how stiffly he was sitting now. “They’re so fun to be around, and honestly, I think you two would be adorable together. You both love the same kind of food, and they’re super sweet!”

Taki forced a smile, though his brows knitted slightly. “Uh-huh… and you think they’d be good for me?”

“Definitely!” you said enthusiastically. “I mean, how could they not like you? You’re amazing, Taki!”

His cheeks turned pink, but not for the reason you thought. He glanced away, scratching the back of his neck. “You really think so?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed. “I mean, you’re so easy to talk to, you’re funny, and you’ve got that cute thing going on—”

Taki coughed, cutting you off as his ears burned red. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he said quickly, his voice slightly higher than usual.

You blinked at his sudden reaction. “What? I’m just saying the truth. Anyone would be lucky to date you!”

Taki sighed, leaning back against the couch and slouching a little. “If that’s the case, why are you trying to set me up with someone else?” he muttered under his breath, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You tilted your head. “Huh? What did you say?”

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, sitting up straighter.

“No, I heard you say something,” you pressed, narrowing your eyes.

Taki groaned and rubbed his face, clearly debating whether or not he wanted to say it out loud. Finally, he looked at you, his expression a mix of exasperation and shyness. “I said, why are you trying to set me up with someone else when I like you?”

Your eyes widened, and your jaw practically dropped. “Wait, what?”

Taki’s face was completely red now, but he held your gaze, albeit nervously. “You heard me,” he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. “I like you, okay? So it’s kinda weird—no, really weird—when you’re trying to get me to date someone else.”

Your brain froze for a moment, replaying his words in your head to make sure you hadn’t misheard. “You… like me?”

“Yes,” he said firmly, though his cheeks were still burning. “For a while now.”

“Oh.” You blinked, your mind scrambling to process this new information. “Taki, I—wow. I had no idea.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” he muttered, crossing his arms and looking away. “You’ve been trying to play matchmaker like it’s some kind of hobby.”

“I didn’t know!” you defended, feeling a little guilty now.

“Well, now you do,” he said, glancing back at you. “And for the record, I’d rather spend time with you than anyone else. So maybe… stop trying to push me toward other people?”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his straightforwardness. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I really didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

Taki’s expression softened, and he gave you a small, almost shy smile. “It’s okay. I just… wanted to be honest.”

You smiled back, your heart fluttering as you realized just how serious he was. “Well, for the record, I like spending time with you too.”

His eyes widened slightly, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his surprised expression. “Wait, does that mean—”

“Yes, Taki,” you interrupted, grinning. “It means I like you too. And I promise, no more matchmaking.”

Taki’s face lit up with a huge smile, and he let out a relieved laugh. “Finally!” he said, leaning back against the couch with a dramatic sigh. “Do you know how hard it was to sit through all your ‘perfect match’ ideas?”

You laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder. “Okay, okay, I get it. I owe you for being so patient.”

“You do,” he teased, nudging you back. “But I’ll let it slide this time… since you finally got the hint.”

“Better late than never, right?” you said, grinning.

Taki nodded, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and happiness. “Right.”

MAKI :

You had noticed Maki acting a little strange lately, more fidgety than usual, his words sometimes trailing off, and his quiet smiles that lingered just a bit too long. But today, you were determined. You were going to set him up with someone. He deserved to be happy, and you had someone in mind who you thought would be perfect for him.

“Maki!” you exclaimed as you walked into the room where he was sitting, scrolling through his phone. “I found the perfect person for you!”

He looked up, blinking at you with mild confusion. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean, I found someone who’s totally your type,” you said with a grin, sitting down beside him on the couch. “They’re smart, funny, and so good-looking! Honestly, I can already see you two hitting it off.”

Maki raised an eyebrow, though a faint blush was starting to creep up his neck. “Oh really? Who is this person?”

“Well, they’re super cute and love the same things you do. You both would have so much fun together!” you continued, unaware of how Maki’s eyes had widened a little more with each word you said.

“That sounds nice,” Maki said, his voice flat but tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “So, when are you going to introduce me?”

You beamed. “I’m glad you’re excited! We should all hang out soon, like, maybe this weekend? I’ll set something up!”

Maki nodded, but his lips pressed together tightly as his fingers clenched slightly. His thoughts were racing, his chest tightening at the idea of you with someone else. He hadn’t been able to gather the courage to admit how he felt about you, and now here you were, planning a whole thing to set him up with someone else.

“Yeah, sure,” Maki replied, though his voice lacked the usual warmth it carried.

You didn’t catch the hesitation. Instead, you were too focused on your idea, pushing forward with your plans.

“I’ll text them later about it, and I’ll let you know,” you said brightly. “I just really think you two would hit it off! Like, imagine you both at karaoke together, there’s no way it wouldn’t be fun!”

Maki’s eyes flickered with discomfort, and he rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to look too upset. “Mm. Karaoke sounds nice,” he said, though his tone was quieter than usual.

“Great! So it’s a date!” you said with confidence, completely oblivious to how uncomfortable Maki was. You stood up, ready to continue with your plans, but Maki’s voice stopped you.

“Wait.”

You turned back, confused by the strange urgency in his voice. “Yeah?”

Maki bit his lip, his face flushed as he struggled to get the words out. “Can I… can I talk to you for a second?”

You raised an eyebrow, but nodded, sitting back down next to him. “Of course! What’s up?”

He took a deep breath before speaking again. “I—uh, I don’t know how to say this, but… I like you, okay?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and your mind went blank. “Wait, what?”

“I like you,” he repeated, this time more firmly. “And I really don’t want to go out with someone else.”

You blinked, utterly speechless for a moment. “But… I thought—”

“Yeah, you thought,” Maki interrupted, a nervous laugh escaping him. “I thought you’d pick up on it by now, but apparently not. So I figured I’d just say it.”

It all clicked in that moment. The way Maki had been acting recently, the hints he had been dropping without you even realizing it, and now here he was, confessing his feelings for you. You sat there, frozen, for a moment before your face broke out in a grin.

“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” you said with a laugh, covering your face with your hands. “I’ve been trying to set you up with someone else when you liked me all along?”

Maki chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing as he watched your reaction. “Yeah, pretty much,” he said with a grin. “I really wasn’t expecting that.”

You leaned forward, still laughing at how clueless you had been. “I’m so sorry, Maki. I should’ve known.”

Maki smiled, his usual playful confidence returning. “It’s okay. I’m just glad I finally got it out.”

You reached out to take his hand, your smile softening. “So… does this mean no karaoke with someone else?”

Maki raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “No karaoke with anyone else. It’s just you and me now.”

Your heart fluttered, and you couldn’t help but laugh again. “Okay. I think I can get behind that.”

Maki squeezed your hand, his grin widening. “Good. Because I was getting really tired of pretending to be okay with you trying to set me up.”

You both laughed together, and it felt like everything finally fell into place. No more misunderstandings, just you and Maki, finally on the same page.

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anjeliquesworld · 5 months ago

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Thaddeus ABC headcanon

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A - Artistic: Thaddeus has a surprising talent for sketching, often expressing his emotions through intricate drawings that he keeps to himself. He actually keeps a little sketchbook in his pocket. It's one of the many little secrets he has.

B - Bold: Thaddeus doesn’t shy away from making his intentions clear. If he’s attracted to you, he won’t waste time playing games. His confidence is magnetic, and he knows how to make you feel like the center of his world with just a look or a playful, suggestive remark.

C - Charming: Despite his rough edges, Thaddeus has a certain charm that makes him hard to dislike, especially when he’s being sarcastic or playful. He knows for a fact how attractive he is and uses it to his advantage. He knows how to work a room and isn’t afraid to show a little bit of his more playful, daring side.

D - Deep Thinker: Beneath his tough exterior, Thaddeus often reflects on life’s deeper meanings and struggles, though he rarely shares these thoughts with others. He has a tendency to overthink people’s actions and words due to his tough past.

E - Empath: He may not show it outwardly, but Thaddeus cares deeply about those close to him and can be surprisingly empathetic when they’re in need.

F - Funny Durian: Thaddeus loves to make people laugh, but his jokes tend to be a bit sharp or dark, matching his more cynical side. His teasing can range from sweet to sarcastic, but it’s always done in a way that makes you feel like he’s trying to keep things lighthearted, even when things are a little serious.

G - Glutton: Thaddeus loves candy. When he feels sad, he eats a bunch of sweet treats. His favorite candy is Tanghulu (that's a fact ATP XD), a Chinese fruit skewer coated in a clear, hardened sugar syrup.

H - Heated: When things get heated, whether it’s a heated argument or a more intimate encounter, Thaddeus dives in fully. There’s no holding back when he’s in the mood; he gives everything with a fervor that makes every touch feel even more electrifying.

I - Independent: Thaddeus values his independence and often pushes away help, preferring to handle things on his own. He looks for people who think with their own heads and are independent as well.

J - Jealousy: Thaddeus’s jealousy manifests in a darker, possessive way. While he usually maintains control, when he feels threatened, he becomes extremely territorial. Thaddeus doesn’t like feeling vulnerable, and his jealousy can turn into a quiet, smoldering rage that he keeps hidden, biding its time until the right moment to strike.

K - Kindness in Disguise: Beneath his rough exterior, Thaddeus is capable of great kindness, though it’s often hidden under layers of sarcasm or gruffness.

L - Loyal: Once someone earns Thaddeus’s trust, he is fiercely loyal and will go to great lengths to protect them. He would even go out of his way to protect and cherish them.

M - Mysterious: Thaddeus often keeps things about himself shrouded in mystery, leaving others to guess his true feelings or intentions. He finds it difficult to let people into his heart and mind.

N - NSFW: Thaddeus has a playful side to him, especially when he’s feeling mischievous. He knows just how to make you blush with barely more than a few words. Whether it’s the way he whispers something naughty or the way his hands linger just a little too long, he knows how to stir up desire and leave you craving more.

O - Observant: Thaddeus is highly observant, catching details that others might overlook. It makes him excellent at reading people. He pays a lot of attention to details, even if they seem small and insignificant.

P - Protective: He’s incredibly protective of those he cares about, even if it means putting himself in harm's way. He goes to extreme lengths to protect those he loves, even if it means doing things that appear twisted or questionable in nature. When he’s really into someone, he has this way of holding you close, as if he doesn't want to let you go, and he’s not shy about it.

Q - Quick-Witted: Thaddeus is quick on his feet with sharp comebacks and clever remarks, often using humor to deflect from uncomfortable situations.

R - Rebellious: Thaddeus doesn’t like being told what to do and often goes against authority or societal expectations just for the sake of it.

S - Sexy Time: There’s a roughness to Thaddeus, a raw intensity that makes everything about him feel a little more dangerous. That, makes him sexy. This is part of his appeal—it makes him seem unpredictable, like you never quite know what he’ll do next, which is both thrilling and alluring. His physical appearance obviously plays a big part.

T - Touch Starved: Thaddeus may have difficulty sharing his emotions and feelings, but he loves physical contact, especially when in a relationship. He would find any excuse to touch them and have them close to him. He likes the feeling of your smooth skin under his fingers. He may, from time to time, appear clingy, but that's only because he's deeply devoted to you. Thaddeus is surprisingly affectionate in his own way, though it’s often more intense and possessive than soft.

U - Unpredictable: You never quite know what Thaddeus will do next, which makes him both exciting and difficult to deal with. He's an adventurer at heart, always looking for new challenges and to explore new horizons.

V - Vengeful: When wronged, Thaddeus has a tendency to seek revenge, especially if someone has hurt those he cares about.

W - Wounded: Thaddeus carries old emotional scars, and they occasionally bubble to the surface, making him act out in ways that confuse others. That's why he often isolates himself and finds it difficult to open up and make true friends.

X - X-rated: Thaddeus has a secretive, sultry side that he rarely lets anyone see. When he's feeling particularly confident or drawn to someone, he becomes a master of subtle flirtation—using his words, his gaze, and his body language to send messages that are anything but innocent. His charm can be dangerously persuasive, and though he keeps this side of him tightly under wraps, when it comes out, it’s intense, often leaving people both intrigued and a little flustered. He’s fully aware of his effect on others, but he enjoys the control it gives him, knowing he can get under someone’s skin without ever saying a word.

Y - Yearning for Something More: Thaddeus secretly longs for a deeper connection with others, but he’s too proud or afraid to admit it. In romance, he looks for a long-lasting relationship where trust and loyalty are mutual and unconditional.

Z - Zoning Out: Thaddeus has a tendency to zone out when he’s deep in thought or processing his emotions, especially when he's feeling overwhelmed or conflicted. During these moments, he can become incredibly distant and unresponsive to those around him, sometimes losing track of time.

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agamic-capreolate · 4 days ago

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ok but many of us AREN’T treated favorably to women in the same position. and there are experiences unique* to transmascs (needing gynecological care but being denied it, needing to be included in conversations about abortion but being ignored. getting baby trapped by cis male chasers, hyperinvisibility, people wanting to detransition us into women for their fetish). most of us experience misogyny even though we don’t identify as women!!!

you can’t just map trans men and women onto the same social phenomena as our cis counterparts. you are assuming we all pass and that most transphobes meaningfully care about the difference between us before they harass us in public. some of us fail to pass as either binary gender on hrt and get treated like circus freaks regardless of whether we are tmasc or tfem!!!

we all get treated like shit in the same and very different ways, and treating trans men as analogous to cis men in some kind of trans equivalent of the patriarchy is ignorant and harmful. trans men do not meaningfully have privilege over trans women. sorry if that fucks up your attempt to “validate” our genders by trying to match them one to one with cis gender roles (or more likely, simplify them for your own comfort). or maybe you’re trying to prove to a certain subset of trans inclusive radfems that you’re one of the good ones 🤡

it feels like y’all hear the word men in trans men and think of a buff skinny white passing trans man and then assign misogynistic dudebro behaviors onto him. it really does.

*im sure there are examples of intersex ppl also having similar issues but this is being framed as transmasc vs transfem so that’s what i mean by unique if that makes sense. not trying to erase intersex ppl >~<

#oh my god cis people shut up forever about transmascs until u learn to behave #sorry if this is incoherent #i’m annoyed #transandrophobia

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keisenthusiast · 4 months ago

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pov: you are dating oikawa tooru

[oikawa tooru+fluff+dating+headcanon]

words count: 754

dating oikawa tooru is basically like dating someone who is both your biggest headache and your biggest fan. he’s dramatic, he’s affectionate, he’s confident—except when he’s not, and that’s when you see the real him. the one that’s overworked, constantly trying to prove himself, and secretly a little insecure. but if there’s one thing that never changes, it’s how much he adores you. he’s also one of the most devoted boyfriends you could ever have. he loves loudly. he makes sure you know exactly how much he adores you, whether it’s through grand gestures, teasing texts, or random compliments that leave you speechless.

he is so proud to be with you. it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating, he still acts like he’s trying to impress you. one time, he played an entire practice match better than usual just because you were watching. iwaizumi literally dragged him by the collar afterward like, “stop showing off, trashykawa.” he’s so in love with you, and he makes sure you and everyone else knows it.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 things he does:

- sends you soooo many selfies. sometimes he looks good, sometimes he’s making the ugliest face possible. usually with captions like "thinking about u~" or "this is the face of a man in love with u (lucky u!)" either way, he expects compliments.

- keeps a picture of you in his volleyball bag. not just on his phone, but physically. when makki and mattsun found out, they would not shut up about it.

- walks you home after practice, even if his legs are dead tired, because “what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you go alone?”

- insists on braiding your hair if it’s long enough, “trust me, i have an older sister, i know what i’m doing.” if it’s short, he just plays with it absentmindedly when you sit next to him!

- sometimes steals your hoodies, your hair ties, your snacks—anything that belongs to you, he will claim.

- insists on calling you his [y/n], like it’s a title. “sorry, i have plans with my [y/n] today,” he’ll say dramatically, hand over his chest like he’s the most devoted boyfriend in the world.

- very touchy. a hand on your waist, fingers brushing against yours, a kiss on your forehead before a match—absolutely demands a good luck kiss before every game. even if it’s just a forehead tap or a quick peck on the cheek, he won’t step on the court without it.

- loves taking couple pictures. like, a ridiculous amount. “wait, wait, the lighting is good here—one more!!”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 how he handles arguments:

- oikawa is stubborn. and sometimes, his pride gets the better of him. when you two argue, he tends to react on instinct, maybe gets a little defensive at first, a little whiny “but that’s not what i meant—”. but once he cools down, he really cools down. he’s self-aware enough to know when he’s being immature, and even if it takes him a few hours, he will come back and apologize properly.

- step one: pout dramatically somewhere nearby, making it obvious he’s sulking.

step two: rethink everything he said, realize he was kind of dumb, groan into his hands.

step three: find you, hug you from behind, and sigh deeply “okay, okay, i get it. i was wrong.”

step four: bury his face into your shoulder and dramatically whine about how much he missed you in the last three hours of not talking.

- he’s not afraid to admit when he messes up because he hates being on bad terms with you. he’d rather swallow his pride than stay upset, but he also makes sure to explain how he feels, too. he wants you to understand why he acted a certain way, not just say sorry and move on.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 how things is with his fans..?:

- you definitely get some side-eyes from his fangirls, but oikawa is surprisingly firm about it. he likes that people admire him, but he loves you. and he makes that clear.

- oikawa, to his credit, is never dismissive about your feelings. if you ever feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, he takes it seriously. he reassures you constantly, never giving you a reason to doubt his feelings.

- whenever someone crosses the line—like leaving mean comments about you, he doesn’t hesitate to shut it down, “if you respect me, you should respect my relationship, too.”

- he also makes it obvious he’s taken. posting pictures with you, walking you home, literally introducing you as his girlfriend, it’s impossible to mistake it.

also, i kinda want to talk about this:

i saw some people on tt talking about this n someone said "she probably dumped him because he's flirty with his fans" hmmm i don't think so 😊 i feel like it was probably more about his obsession with volleyball. we've literally see how intense he is with vb, his entire life revolves around the sport. i wouldn’t be surprised if he neglected his relationship without realizing it, which would obviously a much bigger issue. so yeah, i doubt it was because of the fangirls. but like, it hasn't been confirmed so..

i apologize if there's any mischaracterization!

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schmergo · 9 months ago

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If you think I was a kid who loved to read, you’d be right, but that doesn’t just mean I was reading, like, Newbery Award nominated prestigious children’s novels. Because in my experience, most kids who love to read are more gourmand than gourmet. I was also reading:

* Class rosters. I begged my teachers for these. I wanted to try to memorize everyone’s middle names.

* Similarly, old yearbooks. I liked judging whether people’s names matched their faces and making up different names for them if they did. I also loved reading baby name books and making lists of names I liked.

.* The personals section of the newspaper. I liked picturing the people as they described themselves and imagining which combination of people on the page might like each other.

* The ingredients of food packages. Not even for any real informational reason, I just really liked certain fantasy-sounding words like thiamine and riboflavin.

* An old World Book Encyclopedia from the 1970s. I would sneak out of bed to read it because the bookshelf was near my bedroom door and I could crawl to it without making the floor creak. My favorite entries were the ones about Hawaii and tigers. I kinda developed a ritual of rereading the Hawaii article when I had read a scary book before bed and needed to calm my brain down.

* My dad’s Dave Barry and Woody Allen humor books and also transcripts of all of the Monty Python’s Flying Circus episodes. This is probably why my sense of humor has been so weird from such a young age.

* The part of the church hymnal with ceremonies for baptisms, weddings, and funerals. I liked to imagine them.

* Wine catalogs at friends’ houses. The descriptions of the wines seemed so poetic and abstract. I also liked when they said “fruit on the nose” because I pictured a dog balancing a whole piece of fruit on its nose.

* My parents’ parenting books. I liked to see if I was exhibiting developmentally appropriate behavior. I am not 100% sure if doing that is, in fact, developmentally appropriate behavior.

* Those little brochures advertising various roadside attractions and tourist activities at rest shops. I would grab as many as possible when we stopped to use the bathroom on a road trip. Also, travel guides in general.

* I checked out the entire “unexplained” section of the library over the course of third grade. (Dewey decimal 001.9.) Ask little me about Project Blue Book, I guess.

* I LOVED party planning books, especially ones with highly specific themed parties that seemed impractical to put on in real life like a whole chess-themed party culminating in a game of human chess, complete with lemon chess pie for dessert.

* Seed packets. I find the writing style of these very endearing. It always sounds so affectionate toward the plants.

* My grandma’s Reader’s Digest magazines, which felt like Russian roulette because they sometimes published disturbing articles that gave me nightmares. (Reader’s Indigestion?) I especially vividly remember a feature on adopted kids who need to wear Ilizarov apparatuses to straighten their limbs because they became malformed due to severe neglect at orphanages.

* For some reason, I loved reading restaurant menus and imagining what kind of food different fictional characters would order from there.

* And last but certainly not least, because I think this is a relatable one: the AMERICAN GIRL CATALOG! No, I never had an American Girl doll, but getting the catalog was a source of much excitement.

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definitelynothim-notalex · 3 months ago

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Title: "A Dark Attraction"

It was a warm night in Santa Carla, the kind of night that seemed to pulse with an eerie energy. The streets were alive with tourists and locals, but you found yourself walking along a quieter stretch, drawn in by something that was hard to name. You had always been the kind of person to keep to yourself, generous and kind-hearted to those you loved, yet occasionally showing a possessiveness that came with the loyalty you felt toward the people you cared about.

The city had its mysteries—one of those being a certain group of boys who always seemed to hover just on the edges of your world. They were notorious for their wild, unpredictable behavior, but it was David, their leader, who caught your eye. There was something captivating about him—his dangerous charm, his confidence, and the way his eyes seemed to see right through you.

You hadn't meant to find yourself here, in the dimly lit alley where you now stood. But your curiosity had led you to this moment.

As you walked, you heard a sound from behind you, soft and deliberate. The hairs on your neck stood up as you turned around, finding none other than David himself leaning against a wall, his sharp, almost predatory gaze fixed on you.

"You've been watching me," he said, his voice low, a hint of amusement dancing in his words. "I can feel it."

You straightened up, eyes narrowing slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He pushed himself off the wall, stepping closer with an effortless grace that only seemed to amplify his magnetic presence. "Don't play coy with me. You *do* know. I can see the way you look at me. But you're afraid of what that means, aren't you?"

You swallowed, not wanting to admit the truth. You had been intrigued by him, maybe even a little fascinated. There was something dangerously alluring about him, something you couldn’t ignore. Yet, you didn’t trust him. He was a vampire, a creature of darkness, and you were… something else entirely.

"I don't play games, David," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "And I’m not afraid."

His smile widened, sharp and knowing, as if he found your defiance amusing. "Not afraid, huh?" He took another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Then let me show you how dangerous that can be."

Before you could react, he was in front of you, his presence overwhelming, leaving you breathless. He reached out, his fingers brushing a lock of hair from your face, the touch impossibly gentle for someone who radiated such danger.

"You think you're in control," he murmured, "but you're not, sweetheart. You're mine now. Whether you want to admit it or not."

Your heart raced as you took a half-step back, suddenly aware of the dark pull between the two of you. But despite the danger, there was something else—something undeniable that you couldn’t fight. A part of you wanted this, wanted him.

"You think you can just claim me?" you asked, a hint of defiance in your tone, but it was mixed with something else, something softer and more vulnerable.

David chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I know I can. You’re possessive, aren’t you? But not just with things you care about. You crave someone who can match that. Someone who will never let you go."

You glared at him, but inside, your heart twisted with conflicting emotions. He was right. You *did* want someone who could hold your attention, who could make you feel like you were the only thing that mattered. But you weren’t sure you were ready to let someone like David control you.

His fingers trailed down your arm, sending a shiver through your body. “Let me show you, sweetheart,” he whispered, stepping even closer, his lips brushing your ear. "You won't regret it."

There was a brief, dangerous silence as you met his gaze, feeling both terrified and exhilarated. You knew this was a line you couldn't uncross once you took that step.

With a mix of fear and desire, you whispered, "What makes you think I won’t regret it?"

David leaned in, his lips barely grazing your skin. "Because you’re just like me," he said, voice dark and smooth. "You want what you can’t have. And I’m exactly what you need.”

And in that moment, you knew, deep down, that you were already lost to him.

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The night stretched on as David led you into the shadows, his presence a constant, consuming force that wrapped around you. There would be no going back, and you realized, with both awe and terror, that you didn’t want to.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #x reader #david tlb #david x reader #female reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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WIBTA if I told my parents to get a divorce?

So, I (26M) live with my sister (19) and parents (67F and 63M) due to financial circumstances (that usamerican economy, eh?). The things described with my parents have been going on since I was in pampers.

My parents fight all the time. Over little things. In nasty, insulting the person and belittling them types of ways. Everything my mom does that my dad doesn't fully agree with or think she's doing exactly how it should be done, he yells at her for it and things become a screaming match. Sometimes my mom just stops talking, or just responds "Okay." until my dad tires himself out or gets so frustrated that he drops the argument. And she'll do similar things to him.

I've talked to them both one-on-one before about how aggressive and explosive they are during arguments. I've tried to impress upon both of them that personal insults don't make people change. Problems need cooperative solutions, where both parties are working towards the goal, whether that's dinner at a certain time or laundry at a certain frequency.

My dad justifies himself because my mom is just too difficult to deal with, and doesn't listen no matter how much he tries to tell her about an issue (his words. Not reality in my eyes, because he's never *telling* her an issue, he's *yelling* an issue at her). He's under the impression his demands for her to change are cooperative and equally-involved.

My mom doesn't tend to comment on her behavior beyond "I know. I get frustrated, but I know" or some excuse or another for my dad's behavior (her go to is "But I don't want to hurt the child in his heart anymore than his childhood has". In my eyes, not her responsibility to heal my grandma's neglectful, piss-poor parenting, especially when my dad has no interest in therapy of any kind). She doesn't think cooperation is possible with my dad, and doesn't want to start that conversation. In her words, it could end in a fight, or he just won't do his half of the work, so she might as well do the full task and save herself the frustration.

This, again, has been going on since before I could wobble on my own two feet. I don't think either are going to change. I hate seeing my mom roll over, especially because having grown up with this *I thought it was normal for a relationship to be so mean.* I had to put in a lot of work and experience a lot of difficult lessons to unlearn that. And I hate seeing my dad so frustrated to the point of blowing his fuse over mundane topics like dishes and parking spots. I worry about his health, and his happiness. I worry about both of their happinesses. I hate the pettiness. I hate the disrespect and the refusal to hear each other out.

The breaking point was today, when during an argument my dad started berating my mom over leaving the shower towels out too long. Yes, the towels were starting to ripen. But he started saying (yelling. I could hear him from upstairs, door closed) that as a mother she should know better than to let towels, especially towels that go on your face and hands and stuff, grow bacteria, and that she's disgraceful for not changing the towels daily. (Towels that, mind y'all, he ALSO could be changing daily, since one of those two towels is "his" shower towel).

I've been at the end of my rope for years. Yes one option is just beg a friend to let me rent a room off one of them and try to make ends meet, but that still leaves my sister stuck in this mess, and now stuck in it alone. I'm not keen on doing that. So. Would I be the asshole if I told my parents I think it's time to seriously consider divorce? Or hell, is there another option?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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madamebaggio · 11 months ago

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Notes: Previously...

THIS IS WHAT SOME WOULD CALL A MIRACLE.

I hope you enjoy it ;)

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8 - New position. (Try something completely new!)

Chapter 14

Sam sighed as he watched Jon playing with the pint on his hand. When his friend had asked him out for a drink, Sam imagined something had happened and that it had something to do with the Sansa situation -how he called it in his head.

Sam knew Jon very well; they’d been friends for a long time and went through a lot together. There wasn’t much he didn’t know about the other man.

Sure, he hadn’t expected Jon to get into this… Situation with Sansa Stark. He’d never got the impression that there was anything between them, and he’d seen them together on many occasions. Jon hadn’t talked much about Sansa before, so it was a bit of a shock.

However, Sam didn’t really think it was the craziest match possible. When he’d thought about it better, it did make a lot of sense. They were both steady, loyal and kind people. In Sam’s head, Jon and Sansa made more sense than most of Jon’s previous relationships.

The man in question let out a long sigh, and Sam figured he was ready to say whatever was in his head.

“I’m in love with Sansa.”

Well… Now Sam was glad he hadn’t taken a sip from his beer. “I see.” He dragged the last word.

Jon looked at him. “You do?”

“I mean…” Sam cleared his throat. “I think it was bound to happen.”

Jon frowned. “It was?”

Sam snorted. “Jon… Come on. You’re the king of getting involved with people. And Sansa is pretty amazing. It isn’t shocking that, once you spent more time together, you’d realize she’s amazing and…” He shrugged.

“You could’ve warned me.”

“I’m pretty sure when you told me it was already too late.”

Jon sighed again. “We spent time together before.” He defended himself quietly.

“Not like this.”

Jon’s next sigh was even more dramatic. “Are you going to tell her?” Sam wanted to know.

“Not yet.” When he saw Sam’s arched eyebrow, Jon hurried to explain. “Sansa is… Discovering herself right now. We’ve had a lot of discussions, and only now she feels more comfortable to say what she wants or not. Her self-confidence took a lot of hits in the last years and in her last relationships. She needs more time.”

“More time for what?”

“To decide whether what she feels when she’s with me is real or not.” Jon’s eyes dipped back to his untouched pint. “Right now she’s enjoying the high, learning about herself… I don’t want to confuse her.”

“I see your point, but then you aren’t being exactly honest with her, right?”

“I don’t intend to drag this indefinitely, Sam.” Jon assured him. “Not even to the end of the list. I also don’t intend to lie to her. If she asks me about my feelings, I’ll tell her honestly. But I think she needs a bit more time. She needs to feel more confident and more certain of what she wants or not.”

“Including you.”

“Including me.”

“I get what you’re saying, Jon, I truly do. But…” It was Sam’s turn to sigh. “Don’t wait too long. Yes, she might need time, but you don’t. You’re in love already. The more time you let pass, the worse this can get for you.”

“I know, Sam.” Jon nodded. “As I said, I don’t intend to lie to her, or anything. I just want her to figure it out on her own.”

Sure. Nothing could go wrong with that, right?

***

As Jon had assured Sam -many times- he didn’t intend to extend this situation indefinitely. He agreed with his friend that it wasn’t a good thing to do -for both of them. He also didn’t plan on ‘tricking’ Sansa into a relationship with him.

She’d either want to be with him… Or not.

And sure, the idea that she might not want to be with him like this would hurt some -or a lot -but these feelings were his to deal with.

He planned on giving her a bit more time, but they’d need to talk honestly about this sooner rather than later.

It was with this in mind that Jon went to Sansa’s apartament that day.

“Jon.” She smiled brightly when she saw him, but she also looked a bit nervous.

“Hey, San.” He kissed her cheek. “Is there something wrong?”

She pulled him inside and closed the door behind him. “Not exactly.”

Jon frowned. “Right… Are you sure? Because…”

“It’s about this next item.” Sansa admitted in a rush.

Oh right. It was the new position one. The one she was worried would turn into some weird yoga that would give her a cramp.

Jon picked her hand and pulled her closer. “We can skip this one.”

She cleared her throat. “Actually… I’ve been thinking about it and that’s something I want to try.” She was blushing and it was cute as fuck.

“Go on.” He encouraged her softly.

“It’s nothing really crazy.” Sansa was quick to assure him.

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“Well… I want us to…” She sighed. “Come with me.”

Jon was somewhat bemused as he followed her to her bedroom. Sansa was still holding his hand and she seemed suddenly quite decided on something.

She stopped once they were inside the room. “I want us to do it.” She took a deep breath in. “In front of that mirror.” She pointed at the large full body mirror on one of her walls.

Jon closed his eyes.

“Jon?” Sansa called softly.

“I just think I might need to go back to church after this.” He told her, his eyes still closed.

“What?”

“The gods are being very generous with me right now.”

“Jon!”

He opened his eyes and grinned at her. “I think this is the best idea I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Sansa snorted. “Is that so?”

“Aye. Even better than the World Cup.”

“That’s a great idea indeed.” She grinned at him.

“And…” He cupped her face. “Not wanting to be repetitive and all, but if you change your mind we can always not do it.”

“I know.” She assured him. Sansa looked around the room, but Jon had the impression she wasn’t really looking for anything, just thinking about how to say something. “Can we turn down the lights a bit?”

“Sure.” He agreed easily.

He let Sansa fuss with the lights as she wanted, while he kicked off his shoes and took off his belt. He looked at her vanity and found a hair tie.

“Now what?” Sansa asked a bit nervously.

“Come here.” Jon called softly. He put her in front of her mirror, her back to his chest. “Can I braid your hair?”

Sansa’s nose scrunched up. “Then will we have a pillow fight?”

Jon laughed. “No. I love your hair, but I want to be able to see all of you. So… Can I do it?”

“Yes.” She answered softly.

Jon gathered Sansa’s beautiful hair and let his fingers run through it for a while, before he divided the strands and started braiding it.

“You’re quite good at this.” Sansa commented.

“My mother taught me how to do it.” He told her, as he finished the braid. “I helped her with her hair when she was sick.”

Sansa’s eyes softened in her reflection. “Jon…”

“It’s okay.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “This isn’t a sad memory.” He assured her.

Sansa looked at him over her shoulder. “Okay.”

Jon kissed her softly. “Are you ready, sweet girl?”

Sansa nodded.

He gently turned her face to the mirror. “Keep your eyes on us.” He told her, his voice soft and low.

Jon opened the zipper of her dress slowly, as if he was discovering her skin for the first time. His fingers ran over every inch of her that was revealed in a reverent way that Jon felt was quite telling. He pushed the dress down and it fell to the ground, then Sansa kicked it to the side, her eyes never leaving the mirror. Jon opened her bra and she also threw it carelessly. He dropped a kiss to the back of her neck.

Jon pulled his T-shirt off, and watched as Sansa bit her lower lip through her reflection. He felt a bit vain, since he knew how much she enjoyed the view of his chest. He’d never thought of his body as that particularly attractive, but he liked the effect it had on Sansa.

His hands went to her waist, tracing the lines of her body. It was a bit dark in the room but he could still see his favorite freckles on her skin, he loved to see her delicate skin sinking under his fingers with every touch.

Jon had never been particularly possessive, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he got from touching her like that, from knowing he was giving her something no one had given before. He didn’t like knowing her exes were such assholes and left her feeling so insecure, but he did like the fact that she was allowing him to change all of that.

Even if it had been his idea.

His fingers caressed the underside of her breasts, before he cupped them both. He massaged them gently, carefully, before playing with her nipples. For some reason, he was in no hurry whatsoever just then.

Sansa’s head fell back against his shoulder and Jon kissed her neck. “Is this good, San?”

“Yes.” She whispered softly.

“You look so pretty like this.”

“Jon…” She protested, but it was ruined by the flush of her cheeks and the satisfied smile on her lips.

He said nothing else for a bit, just played with her breasts for what seemed a long time, dropping soft kisses on her neck.

At some point she got a bit impatient, he guessed. Sansa covered his right hand with hers, then pushed it down her body.

“I’ll do it.” He whispered to her. “Put your arms up.”

Sansa raised her arms and sunk her fingers into Jon’s curls. He groaned in appreciation. “Eyes on us.” He reminded her.

Sansa’s eyes went immediately to the mirror, following the progress of his right hand. It hand dipped inside her panties, his finger finding her clit and playing with it.

“Jon.” Her fingers tightened their hold in his hair as he teased her, and her hips started moving, seeking more of his touch.

“So beautiful.” He nuzzled her ear. “Can you see how perfect you look?”

But Sansa didn’t answer, her eyes were fixed on his hand moving inside her panties, her face flushed.

He’d never seen anything prettier in his whole life.

Jon pushed a finger into her and Sansa’s back arched. “Jon.” She called again.

“Aye?”

“I want more.”

“You want another finger?” He teased.

“No.” She whined. “I want…” She was clearly trying to find a way to say it without falling into that dirty talk that she supposedly didn’t like, but she quickly gave up. “I want your cock.”

Well… Fuck.

Suddenly Jon felt - very - impatient. “Off.” He pushed her panties down, and those were also quicked away quickly.

Jon shoved a hand on his pocket and grabbed a condom. He was being way less suave than he’d like to admit, but just then he didn’t care - at all.

“Put your hand on the wall.” He directed Sansa, who obeyed, bracing herself against the wall, the mirror between her hands.

He ran his hands down her back, following her spine. He then opened them to caress her waist and hips, before running a teasing touch to the inside of her thighs.

“Enough teasing!” Sansa complained.

Jon chuckled, but he agreed. He grabbed himself and pushed inside her slowly, slower than he’d ever done before. So slow it felt as if time had stopped.

Sansa’s head fell forward and she tilted her hips back, taking him in deeper, making him lose his mind just a bit more. Once he was completely inside Jon stopped for a minute, appreciating the feeling of being like this with her.

He pulled Sansa back against him, and Sansa gasped at the move.

“Look at this.” He told her softly. “Look how beautiful you look.” He kissed her neck. “How perfectly you take me.” He pulled back a bit, then pushed inside her again. “Does it feel good?”

“So good.” She agreed, her words coming out in a moan.

He started moving slowly, whispering words of praise against her ear, telling her to keep his eyes on them in the mirror. He hadn’t needed to bother saying it, because Sansa couldn’t look away. Her eyes mapped all of them, his hands on her, the way their bodies moved together - not exuberantly, but delicate and deep.

One of Jon’s hands went to her clit, his movements becoming harder even if still slow.

When he felt the tension taking over her body, Jon’s free hand held Sansa’s face. “I want to see your eyes when you cum.” He told her.

Sansa held his eyes in the mirror, until her orgasm took her and she closed her eyes.

“Absolutely perfect.” Jon praised her.

#madame baggio #crackship #game of thrones #au #sansa stark #modern au #jon snow #jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #a special bucket list #cross posted on ao3 #jon snow x sansa stark #sansa stark x jon snow

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butterflydm · 2 years ago

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wot rewatch (book spoilers edition): 2x3

And here are my additional thoughts that contain spoilers through all the teasers and the books through book 13: A Memory of Light.

I was watching show-only reviews to try to figure out if it's safe to call Ishy 'Ishamael' yet but reaction seems mixed on whether or not Moiraine's words clued people in on the situation, so I'm going to stay ambiguous about him in my book spoiler-free posts for now.

I loved the changes that the show made to all Nynaeve's tests. They all make sense in context of the show and Nynaeve's character, they all tell us something about her, and there's also some great connective threads between them. We've known for a while (or guessed) that her first test would take place when she was a kid because her mom appeared in the casting lists... quite a few months ago. Ages ago. But I definitely prefer this one to the book version. It was so heartrending and touching.

2. The crimsonthorn strand throughout the tests is very interesting to me. I talked about this in the other post, but on a more spoilerly note, I like that the show is not defaulting to "all the Wondergirls feel a draw towards Green because They Like Men" and that Nynaeve is actually getting tugged between Yellow and Red in these last two episodes, as Liandrin tries to influence her. It makes me wonder if maybe they'll have Elayne incline towards maybe Brown ("I like to tinker with things") instead of Green. Though Nynaeve did put Egwene in the Green Ajah in her personal AU (which did such a good job in only using elements that Nynaeve was aware of when she went into the arches! No Elayne in Nynaeve's AU; and no Rand because she believes him to be dead).

4. Side note: thrilled that Nynaeve does not have to be naked for the test. The amount of times that women have to strip down for rituals in the books gets pretty ridiculous (especially when men doing the same kind of ritual -- ex. going to Rhuidean -- does not require them to strip). Stripping down to her shift makes the point well enough.

5. A thought I had about the people attacking the Two Rivers -- could this have been happening during the Andoran Succession Crisis that led to Morgase being Queen? And so the Queen's Guard, instead of keeping the roads clear of bandits, were busy with the civil war among the nobility, which let bandits get even as far as the Mountains of Mist. That could actually serve as a really good reason for the Two Rivers to basically nope out of being part of Andor -- "you were so busy squabbling amongst yourself that you let bandits rove the lands and kill innocent people". I'm not certain if the timeline matches up, but I will put it out there as a theory.

6. Her second test is based on the same worries that she had in the books -- that she's abandoned the Two Rivers and she won't be there when they need her and someone who isn't a good Wisdom will have taken over for her -- but shifted the details to hit harder in the show version, and to use characters that the show viewers are already familiar with. It really worked for me. I also liked them essentially using Perrin's lies about Rand to Tam in the books for Nynaeve here instead, where it makes a lot more sense -- she doesn't want to steal the only comfort that she can give a dying man by telling him that his son is dead.

7. Liandrin genuinely got herself invested in Nynaeve! I liked seeing that. I really like that the show is giving more emotional depth to our Darkfriends. Both Sheriam and Liandrin come across as very genuinely upset that Nynaeve hasn't returned through the arches. Because they both think of themselves as the good guys! Liandrin's motives in the show seems to be along the lines of "You need to have power so that others can't have power over you" while Sheriam's in the books were about being Black Ajah essentially to get ahead in the Tower but never expecting that she would actually need to do anything TOO terribly bad in exchange. Neither of them wanted Nynaeve to die or get hurt (they were both probably hoping to turn her to the Black Ajah). It's also really funny that it's entirely possible that they do not know that the other one is also Black Ajah.

8. Theory: being able to sense latent channelers may be a Talent rather than something either everyone or no one can do. Because it's one specific damane who comes out to point out the individual women to get dragged off to be damane, rather than it being the two women who were used to attack the village.

They are hitting the dehumanization angle hard. Egwene's 'training' is going to be so hard to watch.

9. Ishamael doesn't seem like he was expecting to find Perrin here, so I don't think Ingtar has been in regular contact with him. I really do wonder where exactly the Darkfriend social happened, timeline-wise, to the rest of the season thus far.

10. Ah, goodbye, Uno. I'll miss you, but you went out like a boss. Given the changes that were made to the plot, this does make a ton of sense -- Uno is not a man who backs down easily and he's also not a plot-relevant character really... ever, at any point. He's a fun character for flavor but someone who can be sacrificed to illustrate a narrative point without needing to change any of the story in the future.

11. Changing Logain to being able to see men who can channel as opposed to ta'veren makes a lot of sense on a practical level -- Mat was sitting right next to Rand, so if he saw ta'veren, then he would have seen both of them glowing; making it about Rand being a channeling focuses Logain's attention and memory in on Rand specifically.

12. Rand being kept out of the knowledge loop here kinda cracks me up because "Rand is on an information diet" is something that kept coming up in the books and it frustrated me so much because, in the books, it was consistently a result of his allies just never being willing to tell him a fucking thing ever unless he bullied them into it or spied on them. It makes a lot more sense here that he doesn't know what's going on with anyone else's plotlines! Taking something frustrating from the books and making it make sense is a really good habit that the show has been doing.

13. Lanfear continues to be the funniest girl in the world. She is just on cloud nine so far in s2, cruising along living her best life. Also, we see that her inn cheekily has her personal symbols as their sign.

14. Given how much Rand is experiencing the class divide in Cairhien and how much he's seen the poor get mistreated and looked down on by the rich and titled, I almost wonder if he isn't going to get a bit of Mat's arc from the books when he finds out that Elayne is a noble and needs to realize that she's not like the Cairhienin nobles.

15. Mat escaping from one abusive situation only to land right into another one definitely reminds me of the Tylin->Tuon pipeline in the books, of course. The main difference being is that we're dealing with mother figures in the show and not 'romances' (please take that word with a very large grain of salt). Possibly the biggest way that they can set Mat x Tuon up for success is actually showing us her relationship with her mother and how toxic and cruel the environment that she grew up in is. I feel like not killing off the old Empress at all and instead having Tuon take over a faction of the people and split off them off from the Empire would give us a sense that she really IS Not Like The Other Seanchan, instead of just wanting people to believe Mat when he says it despite there being no evidence in Tuon's actual behavior (I'm trying to remember who originally suggested that idea, but it was a while ago, so I have forgotten; I'm sorry!).

16. Liandrin grinding in to Mat how worthless and what an awful friend he is will, presumably, be some pretty good setup for him to show himself to be both loyal and vital in the final episode, though there will probably be more pain for him in the upcoming episodes (maybe involving what happens with Min's viewing about him stabbing Rand).

17. Lanfear is buzzing on such a high of getting show off of her Personal Dragon to a fancy group of lords and ladies at the start of this party.

18. Rand's conversation with Moiraine's sister is particularly fascinating! There's a queen of Cairhien but I suspect that it's not a Damodred (maybe I'll be wrong and Anvaere is the queen! We'll see!). That Anvaere reaches out to the mysterious ~outlander lord~ and shares so much with him is very intriguing, especially if we end up seeing her again later in the season (once Moiraine arrives in Cairhien?).

18. Here is where the cracks in Lanfear's illusion of perfect happiness with her New Lews Therin are beginning to show: he's keeping secrets from her, he's doubting her, and then he just leaves her behind. She is probably getting some very unhappy flashbacks right about now.

19. I wonder if Rand's bad experience with Logain here will inform his choices in the future. In the books, there isn't really a good reason for him to give Taim free rein over the school, but if it's more of a "Taim vs Logain" situation and he already doesn't trust Logain (and Taim appears less affected by the madness), then him trusting Taim might make more sense.

20. Mat being released from a prison cell and not knowing where to go and then (temporarily in this case) returning to his prison gives me echoes of "Mat inexplicably appears by magic in Ebou fucking Dar, a place that treated him like shit for months" from A Memory of Light, lol.

21. Perrin feeling wary about getting too wolfy because of his encounter with Ishamael feels like a much better reason that we got in the books... though I wonder if we'll follow it up by having him meet... shit, the guy who lost himself to the wolf; do not remember his name. But I'm thrilled to have him hanging out with Elyas and the wolves (Hopper?) for now.

22. Liandrin calling Mat Cauthon, agent of chaos, "nothing if not predictable" feels like it needs to bite her in the ass at some point.

23. Yeah, on rewatch, the sex dream is definitely Lanfear feeling like she can finally show her possessiveness and anger in Rand's dream. She is MAD at him for keeping secrets and leaving without her, but she can't show it when he's awake because it doesn't fit her carefully crafted persona. She does NOT like her men with an air of mystery -- she wants to know every tiny thing that he's thinking and feeling. I wonder if Rand actually did light the roof on fire or if Lanfear helped it along -- she's definitely taking advantage of his vulnerability in the aftermath of the fire. "If you ever leave me like that again, I will kill you." Yeah, that's absolutely Lanfear.

And, you know, her inn burning down does mean that she doesn't have to worry about dealing with it anymore. Now that she's had a taste of Rand in fancy coats, I think she probably wants to try to figure out a way to make it happen again.

24. Nynaeve's dream does have a couple of painful easter eggs in it -- Mat gets a wound over his eye; Perrin gets killed by an axe.

Nynaeve does forcibly bring back the arches in the books too, just without so much happening in the illusionary life. But I liked this a lot because of how much it gave us from the other characters who believed that Nynaeve was dead.

25. So, my theories about what we might get in episode four. Wow.

Rand's trajectory... I don't think he's done with Logain. But I feel like ep4 is going to be a big one for him, based on the title (Daughter of the Night). Rand may find out the truth about Selene in this episode, which would be a. be a pretty big betrayal but also b. might make him realize that it's not likely that the Dark One is actually dead.

Moiraine is presumably on her way to Cairhien right now, but it doesn't seem like she thinks Rand himself is there, but more that she's investigating the poem situation, so they may run across each other by accident.

Everyone is going to get to react to Nynaeve powering her way out of the arches (like a boss). I am very curious if Lan is going to spend an episode in the Tower before going after Moiraine... but if Actual Lan goes to the Tower... hard to imagine he wouldn't tell Nynaeve, at least, that Rand is still alive. He knows how deeply Nynaeve cares about the Two Rivers kids.

Unless Liandrin tricks Nynaeve, Elayne, and Egwene into leaving the Tower before Lan arrives there?

Where are Mat and Min going! Mat can't be going after Egwene & co to save them because... nothing to save them from at the moment. Where would Liandrin want him to be led? Falme? I mean, maybe, but he can't channel, so it's not a secure prison for Mat like it would be for the girls.

Perrin's storyline is going to teach us more about the Seanchan and wolfbrothering, I imagine. Maybe some scouting. He can truthfully tell any Seanchan soldiers (if he runs across any) that he's taken the oaths.

Will we follow right on from episode 3 or is there going to be a timeskip to give the characters some time to travel to new locations?

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