Accidentally started rereading Northanger Abbey, and was sudden reminded all over again that Jane Austen is, in fact, fucking hilarious.
NA is her parody/satire of Gothic novels at the time, and she starts the book by choosing violence-- she describes the "tragedy" of the main character, Catherine Morland, a girl Determined to be a Heroine even though ALL ODDS are against her: she has a sane father who doesn't lock up his daughters, a healthy mother who didn't die in childbirth, no preternatural talent for music or drawing through which to reveal her Deepest Soul, and-- most shockingly of all-- absolutely zero love interests for whom she can wander the hills mourning their starcrossed fates until she wastes away from the sheer Sentimentality of it all.
But don't worry! She's got this FIGURED OUT. She KNOWS why she has not yet found her TRUE LOVE:
There was not one lord in the neighbourhood; no—not even a baronet. There was not one family among their acquaintance who had reared and supported a boy accidentally found at their door—not one young man whose origin was unknown. Her father had no ward, and the squire of the parish no children.
But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.
(SPOILER: She is introduced to a mysterious young man who lives in an ABBEY, which everyone knows means he has a DEEPLY MYSTERIOUS SECRET PAST and is maybe a TRAGIC HERO or even a ROMANTIC MONSTER and either way this is IT this is Catherine's TIME TO SHINE she is going to get a good grade in DOOMED LOVE, a thing that is normal to want and--)
(...meanwhile Henry Tilney-- an ordinary guy who never expected "get cast as the Hero in some Grand Gothic Romance" to show up on his bingo card-- starts wondering when exactly he started finding Catherine's attempts to locate bloody daggers in his linen closet charming.)
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I was thinking about scaramouche, because he's technically a puppet, fem reader would come to the conclusion that he doesn't have any sexual hormones in him cus hes not human? But maybe that's not actually the case for him, but she uses alternatives like masturbating or other methods to relieve herself since she assumes that he's not gonna be horny if they did do the thinggg im rambling but feel free to ignore if you want
Ooh, I like to think that after learning so much about certain human behaviors and habits Scaramouche has come to understand the concept of sex. Humans do it for a variety of reasons: to reproduce like all animals often do, out of physical attraction, out of love and sincerity, etc. He knows that there are various types of sex: romantic sex between lovers, loveless sex between individuals who aren't in love emotionally but perhaps physically, and so on. Like love, sex is complicated (to Scaramouche, at least). For the longest time he's been so certain that he has no need for those types of relations, but after he meets you his entire opinion has begun to change.
Scaramouche has never truly been horny before (mainly because he's never known how to accomplish such a feeling). Sure, he's felt sadistic exhilaration when he was a powerful Harbinger who could command the strongest of people to kneel and bow with but a simple command, but that has never really brought him the carnal, lustful pleasure that humans might feel when they bed another. Scaramouche has picked up novels (sweet, flowery romances and steamy erotic literature) to finally understand the complications of love and sex. There's always a build-up, tension, kissing, maybe even a confession, but what's always present in every story he's read so far is contact—close bodily contact that forms the stickiest of connections. As appealing as sex sounds in the novels he's read, Scaramouche suspects it's far messier than the poetic prose he's reading. Lots of fluids staining the sheets. Sweat and semen and maybe even blood.
But the more he thinks of you in a sexual manner, imagining you in the sex scenes he's reading in these erotic novels, the more he begins to see you in such ways. It's the little things (an innocent brush of your hand against his, the rain that soaks through your clothes and makes the wet fabric stick to your body in a way that accentuates all of your assets, and even the way you groan when arching your back in a stretch) that perk his curiosity, though he'll never admit to it if you tease him for staring.
Every time he's admiring you and you do something that has his thoughts racing, he can feel himself becoming eager to witness more. He'll tease you to see how far he can push you until you push back. He really enjoys bantering and bickering with you, and each time you grouse over how he always has something to say and never shuts up he's so very tempted to tell you that he can put his mouth to use in other ways. Shut him up with your own mouth and you won't hear a sarcastic peep from him. :)
When some of your teasing remarks border lewd territory, he is so very excited. You can hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes: the eager, almost breathy cadence and the electric thrill that widens in his eyes. These feelings are unlike others he's felt, but they invigorate him in a way he enjoys.
And when the effect you have on him and his body becomes so very clear, he finally starts to realize that perhaps all this time he's been lusting over you and has just never classified his daydreams (and actual dreams involving you) as horny thoughts.
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i just think joshua would be so pretty specifically when he's deep in focus, been in his comfy sleep clothes all day, and has been absentmindedly running his fingers through his messy curls for hours. like him finally looking up from whatever he's doing when he feels your stare and you tell him he's pretty and the way he'd slightly blush, shake his head (because he doesn't see what you see and can't take a compliment), quietly thank you and turn back to his work.
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