#bc that stuff no longer comes naturally to him

[razzle-zazzle]

*looks at your tags* nice, nice—

PROSTETIC HEART?????

Sometimes you have an idea so so wild but with so much interesting thematic potential that you then have no choice but to try and figure out how to make it work 🤷‍♀️

Anyway 💅 still working on the how but basically the AU is as described: Branch's fleshy magic Troll heart is gone and in its place is a prosthetic one he made himself. Smth smth a Troll's music is their magic and their magic is their music and smth smth you can remove a Troll's magic by removing their heart (assuming they survive, which they normally wouldn't, but Branch is nice and insane and good at clinging onto life like that). So the AU focuses on the issues that arise from having a heart cobbled together from the materials he could find and the sort of disconnect from the world around him due to the loss of the heart he was born with. Again it doesn't make much sense but it's fun to think about so 🤷‍♀️

[brittlebutch]

interesting to me when people talk about kirk's fear of getting old in tmp it often seems to be talked about purely in terms of 'not being young anymore' instead of in the context of The Deadly Years where kirk is the only one of those affected to wind up with outright dementia

[chelseeebe]

seven minutes in heaven.

a/n: pure self indulgent smut here i really have no other way to describe this lmfao. i wrote this all in about three hours so please excuse any mistakes bc i had to get the idea out while it was still fresh in the mind. don’t get me wrong i love dominant eddie but let’s be real he’s just not, is he? he’s a fumbling little virgin and i love that

18+. smut. alcohol. sex with someone in the room (don’t do this. this is fiction.) eddie is so pathetically down bad for reader and also a virgin! they’re in college rather than hs bc i’m too old to be writing about teenagers here

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eddie’s insanely nervous when the bottle starts spinning, anticipating the dread of having to get in that tiny closet with well.. literally anyone.

he wasn’t exactly well versed when it came to sexual encounters. he’d barely just kissed a girl for the first time last year and had been successful in avoiding any and all games of this nature. it’s not like he didn’t want to, he just didn’t want to embarrass himself nor disappoint whichever poor soul had to stuff themselves into that closet with him.

it spins and spins until it lands on chrissy and some dude he’d just met tonight. breathing a silent sigh of relief as he now gets a further seven minutes to think up some excuse as to why he couldn’t kiss his match.

his ringed finger circles the top of the glass bottle, clinking against it in some unrecognisable beat. maybe he could run to the bathroom as soon as they came out? at least he’d have to miss another go, be free of the embarrassment a little while longer.

eddie’s eyes glide around the circle, eyeing up the potential matches. there’s robin, who absolutely not interested in him and especially not anyone of his gender. nancy, she’s cute but one hundred percent not his type and he’s sure that the fact both of her exes are sat in the room would mean they could get out of kissing. a few other girls that he’s sure would kiss him but they wouldn’t be thrilled about it. then there’s you. sat with your legs crossed, skirt riding up your supple thighs and a shirt that hung low enough that you shouldn’t have even bothered wearing one.

he only notices that he’s staring when steve makes some lewd comment about the noises coming from the closet. tearing his eyes off of your chest and onto the rowdy man.

oh shit, what if it lands on a guy? at least maybe they could just shuffle off and pretend to make kissy noises, see that’d be easy.

before he’s able to jump up and run off, chrissy and the unnamed guy stumble out of the closet, giggling with their cheeks flushed.

oh god oh god oh god.

‘ya have fun in there?’ steve bellows, clearly intoxicated and obviously way too eager to have his turn. why couldn’t he just be more like him, eddie thinks.

steve spins the bottle again. going round and round and round until it stops, the lipped edge facing you.

please no. please literally anyone other than him.

if he was clueless with the other girls he wouldn’t have a fucking clue what to do with you.

‘oh shiiit,’ steve hisses as he sends the bottle flying again.

it slows down just before him, thinking he’d escaped once again until the glass stops. pointing right at his gormless face. he blinks at the bottle, trying with all his might to send it flying again through some undiscovered telekinetic energy or some shit.

it doesn’t. obviously. because he’s not fucking superman.

‘come on,’ you speak, stood before him with your hand extended. oh fuck. he’s not sure he can even take your hand. it’s far too clammy and he’d expose his super-virgin status.

he groans getting up from the floor, gingerly taking your hand and following you through the corridor to the closet. his heart in his throat the entire time. he thinks he might just throw up. unsure of if it’s from the anticipation or just sheer terror of having to try and kiss you.

with your fucking tiny skirt and your perfect tits pressed against him. there’s no way he won’t pop a fucking boner. oh god, what if-

‘you okay?’ you ask, shuffling into the small space opposite with the tiny flecks of light shining on your smile. he hadn’t even noticed you’d shut the door, too caught up in his own head to realise that this was now and he was going to have to do something before you ran out of there laughing.

‘yeah- yeah,’ nodding frantically as he attempts to collect himself. maybe you didn’t wanna kiss him? you’d make some polite excuse about having a boyfriend or something and then you could stand and make small talk for the excruciatingly long seven minutes.

‘good,’ you mumble before closing the already tiny gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a haste.

eddie’s head is empty. absolutely nothing going on inside. frozen in time as your lips move against his. he should do something. he just doesn’t know what.

‘what? you never kissed a girl before?’ you scoff, pulling away slightly. are you mocking him? or is this flirting? fuck, why don’t they make books for this kinda shit?

‘y-yeah i have..’ he mumbles, arms still limply hung around his sides. if you could see his face right now, he’d be comparable to a ripe beetroot.

‘so kiss me back then?’ you giggle, connecting your lips once again, soft hand coming to caress his warm cheek.

okay, yeah. just.. kiss back.

he does what he thinks is right, eyes fluttering shut as his lips move with yours. this is good, he thinks. it feels right.

your other hand reaches out to grab his wrist, moving his hand to rest on your waist. giggling into his mouth, your breath tasting like alcohol and a hint of mint. it’s sweet, addicting almost as he chases the taste with his mouth.

adrenaline racing through his veins when your hand leaves his wrist and tangles into his hair, fingernails tracing along his sensitive scalp. he has to restrain himself from moaning into your mouth. it’s an entirely new sensation for him, makes his cock twitch in his tight jeans. he can’t stop thinking about how much he wants you to just tug it, pull his head back with your delicate fingers.

your knee slides between his legs, thick thigh nudging the growing bulge in his pants. letting out the most embarrassing noise into your mouth. before he even has time to curse himself for it your tongue slips into his mouth, using the opportunity to push your chest further into his.

deciding now to be brave, his hand shakily meets your shoulder, holding you in that exact position. he could stay here forever, he wouldn’t need anything else in life. ever.

your lips pull back slightly and he whimpers. literally whimpers in response to the sudden lack of attention. feeling your smile grow against his now swollen lips. who the fuck whimpers? if he hadn’t already established his virgin-ness, he definitely had now.

‘is that good, yeah?’ you breathe, the words almost sending him into cardiac arrest. they sound as if they’re dipped in honey coming from your sweet lips.

he nods quickly, unable to form a coherent response without looking like an utter fool. opening his eyes just enough to see you staring up at him through your lashes. if he weren’t leant against the wall, he’s sure he’d collapse into a puddle of goo.

‘what if i do.. this?’ palm sliding down over his neck and heaving chest before stopping at his belt buckle, waiting for a sign to continue.

his adams apple bobs as he swallows and you take it as a compliment and sliding your hand on top of his very obvious boner.

he’s a goner.

grip tightening on your shoulder as his breath stutters. willing himself not to cum in his pants right then and there. he would never ever live that down. not with that meathead harrington who would definitely pull him up on it the second you left.

‘oh yeah?’ you remark, smirking in the darkness at his pathetic stature. slowly moving your fingers as you palm him through his jeans. your hardened nipples brushing against his chest because of fucking course you weren’t wearing a bra.

there’s no way he’s making it out of this cupboard alive.

‘h-holy shit,’ he chokes out, eyelids fluttering as he fights off fainting. his head is fuzzy, sorta like how he felt when he got high and jerked off except so so much better.

‘maybe we could.. continue this later?’ muttering quietly so as to avoid anyone outside hearing.

he’s well aware that you only have at most a minute or so left before someone rips open that door and reveals the pitiful mess he is. the sentence doesn’t register for a few seconds until he realises what you meant.

‘y-yes,’ he finally responds, overly eager, ‘please,’ ashamed at how desperate he sounded. he’s sure that he’d kill someone for just one extra minute in here with you. not entirely sure how he would be able to hold on until later.

you don’t reply with words, mashing your lips together one last time before someone hammers on the door, signalling that his seven minutes in actual heaven were over.

‘get out you horny fucks, i want a turn!’ steve jokes from the other side, making you spring apart before he comes crashing into the room.

you smile at him again, seemingly so innocent when he knows you’re anything but.

the bright light of the hallway makes him blink before you bound off back to whoever’s room you were playing him. leaving him with the worlds most awkward stiffy and absolutely no way to hide it from the prying eyes of the fellow players.

‘god damn munson, are you alright?’ steve laughs at his outwardly flustered appearance. eddie is so fucking grateful that the boy is too invested in getting his turn to pay full attention to the obvious tent in his jeans.

sliding into his spot, discreetly moving one of the cushions to his lap. he doesn’t give a shit about the game, too busy wondering just when later would be.

it goes on and on.

robin and nancy head off to the closet, receiving a few woos from the gaggle of people.

then it lands on argyle and jonathan, the larger man having to drag jonathan into the closet with an excited wiggle of his brows.

steve’s fuming at every turn that isn’t his, throwing his hands into the air when it lands on anyone other than him.

and then the bottle goes spinning again, stopping on you. eddie’s not sure if it’s jealousy that it could land on anybody else or desperate hope that it lands on him again.

it doesn’t, goes flying right past him and ends up stopping right in front of steve who jumps up, absolutely ecstatic that he finally gets to go into that damn closet.

eddie’s eyes meet yours, ducking his head slightly and hoping that the searing envy wasn’t so apparent on his features. you give him a little shrug and that same damning smile before getting off the floor.

‘c’mon then big boy,’ rolling your eyes as steve pulls you into the closet.

eddie’s seething with jealousy and he’s not even sure why. you weren’t his like, this wasn’t an exclusive contract that meant you could only play the game with him. near enough drawing blood as his teeth dig into his bottom lip. it’s the thought of it. of steve and his big hands and his exuding levels of confidence. infuriating him to no end.

‘you good bro?’ jonathan nudges his elbow, completely unaware that he had been glaring at the same stain on the carpet for what must have been minutes.

‘me? yeah.. i’m good,’ standing to grab himself another beer. thank fuck the boner had subsided. at one point he had seriously considered disappearing to the bathroom to relieve himself but a few thoughts of his sixth grade math teacher naked had killed it completely.

he pops the top off with his ring, taking a long hard swig of the beer, counting the seconds until you’d reappear from the hallway. this would be the perfect time to grow some goddamn balls and show you how he felt. he could slide right into the spot next to you, maybe even extend an arm around your shoulder. you know, really hammer it home.

‘it’s been seven minutes,’ he blurts out instead, appearing more as a jealous weirdo than the cool, outgoing guy he so wished to be. stupid. internally cussing himself out.

‘you were in there for eight minutes, dude,’ robin laughs, shoulders shaking at his eagerness. great, now everyone in the room knew he was a possessive, jealous freak.

‘hah.. yeah right,’ shuffling back to his spot with the worst attempt at playing at cool that he’d ever seen. swallowing the gigantic lump in his throat and watching the doorway like a fucking hawk.

‘seven minutes stevie.. that’s it,’ your voice echoes and you finally reappear, pulling at the strap of your shirt, readjusting it to its rightful position on your shoulder.

‘holy shit,’ steve remarks, his stupidly perfect hair all messed up, red cheeks to match. eddie longs to grab his collar and pummel his fist into his face. he doesn’t of course, that’d make him look really normal.

instead he chooses to read the label of the beer bottle rather intently, ignoring the feeling of your eyes boring into him. perhaps later would never arrive and he’d just have to move on with his life.

the party dies down and eventually the game gets abandoned, party goers slinking off home or to the bedrooms or as argyle had, passing out on the couch. now would be the perfect time to scarper off to his dorm, not like anyone would notice he was gone. you certainly wouldn’t. not with steve hanging around your feet like a lost puppy.

when the music cuts out, he knows it’s time to go. later was quite clearly not coming. and neither was he. well, he would. just when he got home.

‘well, i’m going to bed,’ you announce, pushing yourself from the couch, staring directly at him. is that a hint? is this later? god, he doesn’t know.

hesitating just a moment too long as steve interjects first, ‘me too.. you don’t mind if i crash here, do you?’

your eyebrows raise slightly, still staring him down. waiting for a response well, for anything from eddie.

‘i-i’ll take the couch, if that’s okay?’ thinking that maybe your lack of response was also a hint? it’s really not clear and he just wishes that you’d directly tell him what to do.

‘sure.. knock yourself out,’ you shrug, a tinge of disappointment in your voice. so it was a hint. you wanted eddie to volunteer to stay in your room, he gets it now! now that it’s way too late.

‘great! well, i guess we’re roomies,’ steve smirks, gazing over at you. disgustingly smug in the way his hand lingers on the small of your back. that should be him. if only he wasn’t such a bumbling idiot he might’ve been the one leading you up the stairs. fingers sprawled out on your back and a mischievous grin to match.

he takes his spot on the couch, shuffling out of the denim jacket that had clung to him all night. he’s sure he can hear a distant banging, some muffled moans and a squeaky mattress. or maybe it’s his subconscious playing cruel, horrid tricks on him. whatever it is, he hates that it’s got him excited. it’s incredibly disgusting and perverted but he can’t help it. he’d sported a slight chub for most of the night which was definitely not helping right now.

tossing on the uncomfortable couch until his head is buried in the cushion and he can’t hear it anymore. certainly rock solid as his eyes squeeze shut. oh fuck. the bathroom seemed like a perfectly valid idea now, that wasn’t weird right?

just before he can convince himself to get up and go the stairs creak and he can hear a soft padding of feet climbing down. freezing in his spot, hips pressed into the soft cushion so as to not give away his precarious position. it’s just someone getting water, at least he hopes.

‘are you a fuckin’ idiot?’ your voice whispers harshly from the doorway, muttering curses under your breath as you stumble across the room to the couch.

‘w-what?’ he speaks, turning his head but leaving his body flat against the back of the sofa. now he definitely didn’t want you to see that.

‘you were supposed to- fuck, where are you?’ groaning as your toe collides with the coffee table, still blindly feeling your way to the couch.

‘here,’ he calls, holding his arm out for you to find.

using his voice to finally find the stupid couch, fumbling around as your leg slings over his sideways turned thighs, ‘why are you lying like that? move,’ speaking in hushed voices, trying not to wake the gentle giant on the opposite sofa.

your bossiness certainly doesn’t make matters any better, his dick straining against the denim as he reshuffles, lying flat on his back. he’s grateful that you’d straddled his thighs and not his raging boner.

‘you were supposed to say that you were staying with me, you idiot,’ sitting tall atop his legs.

his hands are suspended in the air, hesitant to touch you. or touch the wrong part of you even. eddie’s brain reboots when you shuffle upwards, mouth running dry as the cogs turn ever so slowly to formulate a reply.

‘i- wha? i thought.. you and steve.. uh, in the closet?’ his eyes somewhat adjusting to the darkness, just about making out your figure and your furrowed brows. oh god it’s so hot- you’re so hot when you’re mad. his mind flashing back to that dingy closet and how fucking good your hand felt in his hair.

‘no,’ you grimace, ‘i don’t want to fuck steve, i want to fuck you.. are you stupid?’ coming to place your hands on his chest. sure that you could feel his heart pounding through his shirt. ‘he just touched my tits a little and besides, i hid in the bathroom until he passed out.. you are stupid.’

his mouth opens and subsequently shuts again without any words forming. there weren’t any. yes. yes he was stupid. quite clearly. most people probably would’ve gathered what was going on when you’d fondled his balls and very obviously stated that you wanted to fuck him later. well, eddie wasn’t most people.

‘you do?’ is all that he manages to squeeze out, sounding like a small child. eyes shining bright in the little light leaking through the curtains.

‘oh my god,’ you complain, leaning down to connect your lips, wanting to shut him up if nothing else.

even now, he’s still taken aback but he’s not completely brain dead yet as his hands find your hips. see? didn’t even need your guidance this time.

your hips grind down against his, pyjama shorts riding up as you move. eddie’s positively gutted that he can’t see them in this light, he knows they’re soft, can feel that at least. he’s more confident now, a new air about him that just wasn’t there mere hours ago. he thinks that maybe it’s because there isn’t a room full of his friends listening to your every move outside.

that or the sheer level of arousal coursing his veins.

but his tongue is the one to slip into your mouth, noting that you’d definitely brushed your teeth and he wished he’d done the same. your fingers walk the length of his chest, coming between your bodies to his belt buckle.

this is it. he’s going to lose his virginity. and to you no less. oh fuck.

you pull away, tapping on his chest with your other hand, ‘sit up,’ forefinger hooked into one of his belt loops.

he obliges immediately, shifting to sit back against the arm rest. making sure to hold onto your waist as he does. you feel so soft, his fingers melding into your skin perfectly. the cold metal of his rings leaving tiny indentations as his grip tightens. he’d do anything you asked him to, especially if you were poised above him like this.

your hand goes back to working his belt off, unbuttoning his jeans and working them down his thighs. brushing against his length with your fingers. he’s almost panting, head lolling back instinctively, stifling the ungodly moan that had found itself in the back of his throat.

‘look at me,’ you whisper, still tracing the veiny cock beneath you.

his head shoots up, looking back into your eyes. desperate to please you, abiding by any and all instructions that you barked just incase he fucked this up. he would have to pack his bags and flee the country if he did. not sure that he would be able to live with himself.

‘are you a virgin?’ you ask quietly and he feels his cheeks flush immediately.

was it that obvious? the fact that he’d popped a boner the second you’d kissed him was probably a dead giveaway, actually. you don’t seem to care.. he has no reason to lie. unless this is all one big prank and you’re actually about to climb off of him and start laughing.

it’s totally shameful but actually that’d probably still get him off.

‘yeah..’

you nod, taking your eyes off of his to look down at his cock. there’s a tiny wet patch which had actually most likely been there for hours when he thinks about it.

‘you want to, don’t you? we don’t have to.. could suck you off or something?’

‘n-no no, i want to.. trust me, i want to,’ sounding as desperate as humanly possible. over his dead body would he would fuck this up. now he’s not sure how long he’ll last but he’s sure it won’t be long.

‘okay.. good,’ you smirk, bringing the waistband of his boxers down. his cock springs up to his stomach and his eyes flit shut. was his dick small? is that something you cared about? he didn’t have much to go off here except from porn and even he knew that wasn’t exactly realistic.

he can hear you spit into your hand and he’s back to full attention, watching as it drops into your palm and trying his hardest not to cum right now. with your chin shining and your lips wet, it’s all too much.

and when your tender hand covered in your spit wraps around the base of his cock, he chokes on nothing. fingernails leaving crescent moon shapes in your hips, certain that he’s probably hurting you but unable to let go without busting a nut.

you pump your hand a few times, watching intently as he struggles to stay with it. it’s heaven. no no, it’s better than heaven. better than anything he’d ever experienced in his entire life. and the man had gotten creative with some of his masturbation sessions to say the least.

a snore rips through the room and it’s then that he’s reminded of the other man passed out on the other side of the room, ‘shit.. sh-should we carry on?’ nervously taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

‘just be quiet, he won’t wake up,’ ignoring the drunkard and continuing to pump your hand.

eddie’s unsure if it’s you or if he’s feeling things but he can feel a something wet on his thigh. not brave enough to take his hand down there to find out.

‘you sure you want to?’ leaving your hand at the base of his cock to move yourself upwards.

‘y-yes.. please,’ nodding like a maniac.

that’s all the confirmation you need to shift your shorts out of the way, sitting straighter on your knees and positioning his tip at your sopping entrance.

he’s not prepared one bit for how intense it feels. the sensation sends shockwaves through his entire body, sending his head spinning.

lowering yourself down onto him with a soft sigh, hands now finding his shoulders for leverage. eddie’s about to start levitating. you’re so warm, enveloping him inside just right. the second you move, he’ll probably start crying.

his eyes struggle to stay open, rolling to the back of his head. moaning far too loudly when your hips move forward causing your hand to clamp right over his mouth. as if that wouldn’t make him cum ten times faster.

‘shh,’ you hiss, working your hips at a steady rhythm. soft squeaks leaving your own mouth with every bounce but keeping your eyes steady on him. enjoying the sight of him coming completely undone underneath your body.

your hand leaves his shoulder for a second, manoeuvring his hand onto your chest, ‘touch me,’ mewling when he gets the gist and starts palming your tit. the feel of your hardened nipples underneath his palm only sending him hurtling faster towards his already fast approaching orgasm.

he’s one second away from blurting out that he’s in love with you. which he doesn’t think is far off of the truth to be honest.

you trust him enough to not start babbling and take your hand from his mouth, grabbing onto his shoulder again to quicken your pace. clit catching against the patch of pubes he wishes he had time to tame. it was driving him fucking insane, knowing that he was the reason you were panting and cursing under your breath.

there it is. that familiar sensation of something tightening in his stomach, except a hundred times more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. quickly shaking his head to give you some forewarning though it’s pretty useless.

‘f-fuck, oh fuck,’ lifting his hips from the couch to empty himself into you. eddie could’ve never imagined that this is what you would feel like. pure ecstasy vibrating through his limbs, spurts of white hot pleasure exploding behind his eyelids.

his thighs shaking as he collapses back into the couch, still mumbling a bunch of sorries as he attempts to float back down to planet earth. he’d lasted a measly few minutes and for that, he wanted to curl up and die. if it weren’t for the fact that you were so fucking sexy and so warm and so perfect- he probably would’ve lasted at least a couple minutes more.

eddie’s eyes stay closed as you climb off of him, readjusting your shorts as you settle on his thighs once again, ‘you back in the room yet?’ chuckling quickly, leering down at him.

a strangled laugh falls out of his lips, daring to look at you. ashamed even though he knows it’s not that bad. sure he’d lasted longer than at least one other person out there.

‘sorry.. i swear, gimme like.. like ten minutes..’ doing everything in his power to convince you not to leave. because truthfully if you stayed like this, he probably would be hard again in a matter of minutes.

‘hey.. it’s okay,’ you lean down, chest flat against his, ‘don’t worry ‘bout it,’ head perfectly tilted to gaze up into his eyes. maybe he wouldn’t need ten minutes at all. not with the way you’re looking at him like that, doe eyed and whispering sweet words of encouragement into his ear.

‘wanna.. uh,’ the words stick in his throat, ‘wanna get you off,’ blushing despite the fact his dick had literally just been buried inside of you. it’s ridiculous really.

‘you can.. don’t worry,’ pressing your lips to the stubble beneath his chin.

his cock twitches at the sensation and he truly realises how completely pathetic he was. fully at your mercy but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[secretly-dum]

Could I get a Joel miller x reader fic where the reader gets her period and her past partners always made her sleep on the couch bc they thought it was gross and Joel is just like wtf at someone treating his daeling like that?

Come Back to Bed, Please?

pairing: joel miller x AFAB!reader

genre: romantic fluff <3

summary: you get your period and freak out over what Joel’s reaction could be.

warning/contents: reader has a period, blood mentions(obv), Y/N is used, AFAB reader, mentions of past relationships, it gets a tad bit angsty.

additional notes: ty for the request!! Im actually AFAB(I identify as agender btw) so I can relate to this 😭

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Your stomach starts to hurt and you immediately realize what time of the month it is. You rush to the bathroom and grab your stash of pads underneath the cold sink.

Knock, knock.

You completely forgot about Joel..

“Uh..Y/N? You..you alright…?” Joel questions worryingly, thinking the worst that could possibly happen to you.

“I’m alright…I’m just on period!” You yell out nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t make a snarky remark or say you’re disgusting.

“Alright, just tell me if you need anything.” He says and you hear him walk away. Fear washes off of you, but confusion starts to settle in when he didn’t give you the reaction you thought we was going to give you. Cleaning yourself up, a cold darkness settles outside, indicating that you should start to go to rest.

“Took Ellie to sleep, she told me to tell you ‘goodnight’” Joel says chuckling softly and you smile.

“Well, I’m tired too. Think I’m gonna head to bed now.” You say as you pick up your pillow and a blanket from you and Joel’s shared bed.

“Woah woah woah! The hell are ya’ doing?”

“Picking up my stuff…?”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I’m on my period, dummy.” You nonchalantly reply, and lay down on the couch. Joel looks at you with the most confused expression ever and realization hits you like a truck.

“That don’t mean you have to sleep on the couch.” His southern deep accent breaks the short silence between the two of you. Opening your mouth, your voice seemingly disappears from your throat, and now you’re the one confused.

“But that doesn’t…that doesn’t make you disgusted? Or something? Doesn’t that bother you?” You say, barely above a whisper.

“No…? Y/N…god dammit.” He pinches the bridge of his nose making you even more confused.

“Wha-“

“I’ve dealt with all sorts of blood before. I’ve seen clickers in front of me, and those shits are nasty. You really think blood like that is gonna bother me?”

Now that he says it, that really doesn’t make sense. His statement lingers in your head for a while before you say something.

“Well- I guess that’s just a reaction I get a lot. My past partners didn’t like the fact that I naturally bled, so they usually made me sleep on the couch.” You admit, looking down at the floor to avoid looking at Joel’s face. He stays silent longer than usual and you look up to see him being shocked.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggle.

“That’s fucking absurd? No one should treat you like that, ever. They’re lucky I don’t know who they are.” He says walking to you and pressing his forehead against yours, pinning you down on the couch. A warm, fuzzy feeling enters your heart and you let your left hand trail up to his cheek. Moonlight hits the floor, brightening the living room.

“It’s not that serious Joel.” You say, playfully rolling your eyes.

“It’s that serious to me, you’re…you’re human. It’s something that happens naturally, if they don’t like that then you should’ve left them.”

Your gaze at him starts to turn blurry as tears show up in your eyes, you kiss him and he unexpectedly picks you up bridal-style. You squeal out his name and he tells you to ‘shush up’. He gently places you down on the bed.

“Get yourself comfortable, I’ll be back in a minute.” The covers of the bed get on top of you and Joel leaves the room.

A few minutes passed, where is this man? you thought, and he walks in the moment you stop thinking.

“U-Uh..H-Here..” you grab a mug out of his hands and embrace the warmth of it.

“What is it?”

“Tea…it’s from a uh..tip that Tess told me that would help with cramps..” Red tints his face, but luckily from the darkness it’s not visible.

“Aww Joel, you didn’t have to do that!” You say as he steps in bed, you take a few sips from the tea and place it down on the table next to the bed. Joel slips more under the bed and fully gets comfortable, and you position to be the big spoon. You arm wraps around his back and you feel Joel kissing your shoulder.

“I love you, don’t let anybody tell you different.”

“Joel…

I love you too.”

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NSFW Alphabet | Junhan/Han Hyeongjun

Junhan/Han Hyeongjun | WC: 1.6k Genre: smut Summary: nsfw alphabet game thing Warnings: this is just. PURE filth. I'm sorry. (No im not). NOT proofread, just straight up rambles. Light kink stuff, knife play mention but not descriptive at all. Uhhh subby junhan at the end, sorry if that's not ur thing >,< A/N: X is excluded bc i will Not be writing about him in that kind of detail <3 Thank u anonie for requesting this one too <3 ALSO these just keep getting longer... sorry but not sorry...?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The sweetest angel ever frfr but I think he’d end up laying there just needing to catch his breath for a second, so he’d let his fingers trail up and down your arms so he could remind you that he’s still there and feeling good, just out of it for a second.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Let’s be so for real right now, he loves his fingers… watching them trail over your body and tease you, or watching them disappear inside you and make you whine and beg… yeah. Yeah. 

On his partner, I think he’s very much someone who likes the little things. What I mean by that is he’d take such notice of how your wrists looked and felt in his hands, how soft the inside of your thighs are, what parts of your neck made you whine when he kissed there…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Don’t hate me… I don’t think he’s a big cum guy. He doesn’t seem the messy type or the breeding kink type to me. It’s more about the feeling of being with you than it is coming inside you or on you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Is it really a dirty secret if it’s not that secret… collars. Not only does he look So good in them but he loves using them too… mutual pulling on each others collar and/or leash? I need to take a walk.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not exactly the Sex King but he knows what he’s doing, for sure. He knows what he likes and he knows what you like, and he doesn’t hold back.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This goes back to the collar thing, doggy would be fun so he could yank on you a little, be it with the collar or with your hair in his fist. AND!! AND AND AND!!! Thigh fucking <3 teasing the both of you by only using your thighs when your sitting in his lap or pushed against a wall <3

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

More serious than goofy, for sure. He’s not going to pass up a chance to be giggly with you, of course, but he’s a man who knows what he wants.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As always, I keep it simple: natural but well groomed king <3

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s not that he’s not romantic. He is and he can be, but the level of intimacy with him is something that goes far beyond romance. He’s not going to be whispering about how much he loves you over and over (even though he absolutely does!), he’s going to be breathing heavily and grabbing you, marking you and reminding you that you’re his.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

And if I say he gets off from edging himself over and over, then what? Depriving himself just a touch until he’s shaking and can’t take it anymore until he comes and shakes and ends up laying there for a minute after, the aftershocks sending shivers up and down his spine while he twitches in his hand

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Again, collaring, but also hair pulling… not even during sex itself but foreplay as well! Grabbing your hair and pulling it to make you look at him, just yanking at it to make you whine and gasp out… AND ALSO! Shibari. <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home, always. BUT! Not necessarily in bed every time… over the dining room table, the arms of the couch, his desk, the kitchen counter, against a wall, anywhere he wants you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Knowing he owns you and you trust him is something that he not only loves outside of sex but gets him going for sure. The fact that you can be at his mercy if he asked and you trust him to make you feel good even if it involves a lot of teasing or some pain makes him so needy

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I’ll touch on this again later but he’s not into pegging… follow me on this. He doesn’t get much from it which is why he doesn’t love it, but he’s for sure thought about it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a hair puller, of course he loves getting head where he can move you at whatever pace he wants. Guiding your mouth up and down his cock slowly to tease himself, making you look up at him while he’s in your mouth… 

Giving wise, it’s not that he won’t, but it’s not at the top of the list of things he loves. Don’t get me wrong, he loves using his mouth on you, but there are other things he loves a little more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A bit of both. Hear me out. Slow but not sensual. Where he’d do it more to be a tease, pushing all the way in you before pulling almost all the way out, taking his time so you feel every inch of him. At the same time, fast but not rough. Curling his fingers inside you, still moving his fingers after you come so he could overstimulate you… yeahhh…

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not going to say no if you’re really desperate, but he loves foreplay, so he’ll never initiate one himself.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes but also no… he isn’t the biggest kinkster in regards to extremes, but he’d be open to things that weren’t things you couldn’t come back from. What I mean is like, instead of knife play, he’d use a frozen credit card, instead of handcuffs he’d use silk or something he could easily yank off if you weren’t feeling it anymore.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He comes twice, always. Not back to back, of course, but one isn’t enough for him. Three is too much, but getting to come twice is perfect.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Now… again, follow me on this. He gives switch vibes, in the sense of dom/sub, despite leaning more towards dom to me. Still, I think in those subby moments, he would love to have you hold a vibrator against him, or use a cock ring, or even a chastity cage, albeit very rarely,

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease, but not during. Like I said, he’s huge on foreplay. Moving his fingers up and down your inner thighs but never touching you, biting the soft, sensitive skin where he had just touched, pretending not to hear your begs… he’s so the type to say “Hm? What was that?” whenever you beg for him to stop teasing and touch you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Growly boy… not on purpose and not to be or do anything, but just because the feeling of you around him drives him crazy and he loses himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

This is the part I’ve been waiting for… switch Junhan. But let’s talk about his subby side, since this has been mostly about his dom side… I am subby Junhan shooter #1… It’s rare, sure, but not nonexistent. He isn’t into calling his partner “Mommy” or anything, but he’s absolutely not opposed to saying things like “Mistress”… he’d be SO whiny too, squirming every time you’d teasingly run your nails up and down his cock, barely touching him… the way he’d gasp out little “please”s and “m-more”… GODDD I know he’s SO pretty when he cries too… overstimulated but needy, lost to everything but your touch... The way he’d bite his lip so hard trying to hold back and listen to you, the way his hips would rut and buck trying to get any kind of touch… the way he’d be so whiny if you laughed at him… someone stop me before I go insane. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Ahem… anyways. He’s not gonna be begging for it every day, he can take care of himself if he really has to, but anywhere from 2-3 times a week if he’s feelin it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He’s a sleepy boy… if he was domming, he’d make sure you were both okay, hydrated and clean before he’s out, but if he’s being a sub… he’s out like a light switch the second the scene is over. Not because of any negative reason!! He’d just be so fucked out and safe with you that he’d be out like a light, waking up slightly when you cleaned him off so he could thank you and whisper his love confessions to you.

[somewhereincairparavel]

🐚 Daughter of Neptune headcanons list 🌊 part one..

Note: I've never done a pjo hcs post like this with the aesthetic pictures and everything- but I've been Itching to make a daughter of Neptune one, since I consider myself as a Neptune child. So this is sort of a self insert haha, and I thought it'd fun cuz I have so many hcs abt this, I've only over seen ppl do a daughter of Poseidon one.

Also this one has reader x Jason Grace as romantic pairings, but it isn't the main focus. Like I said, this is a self insert, and I love my bb jason ;) + imagine having Percy as a big brother, goals fr

• Okay so you'd come to Camp Jupiter at the age of 8-9, so you definitely have a considerable amount of childhood before you came to camp. Which only made it harder for you to adapt to the barbaric ways the Roman camp worked.

• Also, Since Neptune was not a very respected Roman god, your arrival was considered bad luck. Octavian made you go through an intense trial (that motherfucker was like 10 years old and an augur, and was already such a bitch lol) + forced a newly elected praetor Reyna (who was also just 10 at the time) to hold a senate meeting before you were even offered a position at camp.

• Neptune is very feared by the romans though, since he represented the harsh brutality of the ocean, so you got the Roman Nico di Angelo treatment from camp. Everyone was scared of you, flinched when you walked passed them. this was to your advantage tho, since you never got bullied, mostly out of fear.

• so Neptune temples in Camp Jupiter are only taken care of by you, if you left for a quest or something then the shrines would be in such a horrible state, bc no one cares enough to offer Neptune anything or even clean up his shrine. You'd do the cleaning and offering.

• and the worst part? Your dad wouldn't even notice you even after your efforts.

• okay, your powers are quite similar to Percy's butt I feel like since Roman/Greek siblings always have powers that compliment eachother, you'd have better control over the earthly side of the domain. Like you can cause longer earthquakes, control seismic waves, and make volcanos erupt + cause bigger avalanches, Stuff like that.

• Your water control was actually a little limited, up until Percy arrived and helped you enhance your powers. And you helped enhance his control over earthquakes, since his earthquakes usually only lasted for a few seconds, his dad is more water dominant. So when you met him, you knew he was a missing puzzle piece in your life. You'd even be able to communicate telepathically to Percy underwater, a power you both never knew you needed.

• Seriously tho it would be hilarious to look at, bc to the others, you both sound like squeaky dolphins but in reality you are just telepathically speaking with one another. The others wouldn't understand, and poor Frank would be so confused as to why you both are making strangled fish noises

Leo would troll you guys so bad for this lol

• your eyes would actually be black. Not blue, not sea green, just black. Your eyes would literally glitter like black obsidian rocks. because Poseidon is the calm side of ocean, hence sea green eyes for Percy, Neptune is the dark and scary side of the ocean, so that's black eyes for you. that difference would clearly reflect in your guys's eye colours AND personality (I'll expand on this more in part 2)

• but your scariness comes with a downside, you had no friends. No friends, except Jason and Reyna. it's just your dad's naturally strict aura surrounding you that makes your overall personality a Lil grumpy and moody tbh. You did have such a resting bitch face that wasn't helping either.

• Jason, being the noble boy he was, knew you were going to be his friend the moment you made a dramatic entrance to camp for the first time, getting scouted by the waves to New Rome. He knew what it was like to have a powerful, scary dad, but he acknowledged and empathized that you had it harder than he did. He was considered a golden boy, while you were considered a scary bad luck charm. But regardless of that, Jason was your first best friend. And eventually, your boyfriend.

• Reyna on the other hand, badly wanted to befriend you because she admired your mental strength, you were 9 years old and you were openly scoffed at by the legionnaires simply because your father was a scary man. Yet you handled it all so well. But she befriended you a little later than Jason did. Since she was so busy, she barely had any time to chat with anyone. You, Jason and Reyna bonded as a trio when you guys had your first quest.

• Reyna secretly shipped you and Jason from the very beginning lol, bc a Jupiter x Neptune union? Y'all were powerful and cute af together. The mutual pining drives her crazy though, like kiss already smh.

• Also, Nicknames! Your nickname was ALWAYS "kelp head" because your hair was wavy and shaped like seaweed lol. As much as you hated to admit it, the name fit a little too well.

• okay enough with the friendship stuff, let's talk about how much that bastard Octavian makes it his mission to make your life a hellhole. It isn't even funny anymore, he hated you from the very beginning. Not only because you were considered bad luck, it's because he envied that you were a direct descendant of such a powerful God, he couldn't even handle Jason's arrival, yours was just the last straw for him. He opposes your opinions in front of the whole senate + prevents you from getting elected as Centurion + attempts to prevent you from going on quests, bc he can't handle someone else taking the glory.

• He was also the reason you were put into the unpopular twelfth legion. The underdog legion. But Jason? That sweetheart made it worth being in the twelfth legion so you weren't complaining tbh.

• honestly? Octavian and you are famous in camp for your bickering though lol it's just always a back and forth between you and him, such burning rivalry and enmity. You LOVED roasting him and you were fucking great at it too. He deserved that for making you go though hell. You'd laugh like a maniac when he trips and he smirks when has the upper hand against you in senate discussions.

• Reyna is the only reason you both didn't beat eachother up at this point tbh

• once, Reyna came running up to you all panicky because Octavian went missing from camp. In response, you beamed and told her that you'd get the balloons ready in the dining hall for a grand celebration. Jason would burst out laughing lol.

• you'd steal his teddy bears and give them to younger campers, asking them to hide it from octavian. So the younger campers absolutely adore you, unlike the older ones.

• you are also quite the rebel in camp, JUST like Octavian predicted you would be, when you first came to camp. It was actually written in his auguries that the new child of Neptune arrival would be always shafting the rules, since the sea can't be controlled. It's in a nature for a Neptune child to walk their own pace (lol have you seen Percy??) That gave another reason for him to hate you.

• Even some of the lares in CJ would call you an abnormal roman bc you never acted like one. You were wild and temperamental.

This rule breaking tendency you had did earn you lots of punishments that included scrubbing the whole camp with a toothbrush. But it was worth it for you. Camp Jupiter sucked. And you were already in trouble, so what's a little more, right?

• you'd sneak out at night to explore New Rome, because again, the Romans had this weird bedtime curfew like. they have rules for every. Fucking. Thing. It pissed you off so bad. They wouldn't even let you explore the city at night? They were seriously wasting the beauty of the city, You'd definitely rope Jason in to break the rules with you. Like don't be such a goody two shoes smh. I feel like that's what attracted him to you in the first place. He's a goody goody boy with such a boring life, youd just make it interesting for him.

• besides, sneaking out is SO much easier when you can fly. So Jason is your personal airplane. The Jason Grace airlines.

• okay so after all your hardwork in the legion, you'd finally get elected to Centurion, after you successfully finished a quest to retrieve a lost Roman artifact, which was formerly Jason's position and he would become a co praetor with Reyna. But you were still very much disrespected in camp tbh, it just became an internalised thing for everyone to hate you at this point, Octavian was also great at putting your reputation under dirt, but you didn't really care anymore.

• now here comes the catch, Jason and you were sort of in a half-pining half-relationship situation, Before that jerk goes missing. because neither of you knew how to confess, and camp was SO strict when it came to relationships for some reason?? Like even dating has to be lowkey.

• you and Jason are totally the grumpy x sunshine trope lol except you're the grumpy, snippy and batshit one and jason is calm, levelheaded and optimistic one.

Perfect balance. Gosh your dynamic would be so cute :(

• you'd just be grumpily stomping around while jason stalks behind you, laughing lightly. You're super short compared to him aswell, so yeah it makes it funnier.

• You were in charge of welcoming Hazel to camp, since Jason and Reyna had some serious meeting stuff about the new prophecy Octavian told them about.

• poor hazel would be scared to death while meeting you, not just bc it's you, it's bc she just came back from the dead, so this is all rlly new for her.

• That's where you met him. Nico di Angelo. You'd bond over your shared mistreatment in camp. So you became homies w him fairly quickly. He saw you as this cool big sister he could have happy meals with talking abt life.

• you would be a little curious when he keeps disappearing off to somewhere tho, you knew he was lying about where he came from.

Okay part 1 of this is done, this was so long lol, part 2 would drop later, that's where you and Percy meet and stuff.

Update: part two is out! https://www.tumblr.com/somewhereinhogsmeade/746489087922520064/daughter-of-neptune-headcanons-list-part-two?source=share

[madockisser]

Hello! I love your analysis and had a questions for you

What are your thoughts on Vivi and Heather? Do you think vivi is toxic?

Vivienne Duarte analysis/short vivi and heathers relationship analysis

hii! Thank you for the ask! btw yes i have seen your other asks and i am working on them! just verrryyy slowly(most of them are more than halfway finished but i am missing little tidbits of info)

let me just get this out of the way: her upbringing.

Vivienne very obviously adored Eva and Justin and considered them family. we don’t have a whole lot of her speaking abt them, but in the lost sisters Vivienne says that Eva was once speaking w her, in the bathtub, and Eva had pretty much told her to be kind. To be kind just because she should:

it makes me think a lot abt Eva and what she thought of the fae, and also madoc, but from vivis pov, she wasn’t too pleased w this as a child, and she “thinking it unfair, began drowning boats under the suds again”(not word for word)

i just thought it was worth mentioning. Vivi doesn’t seem to take her mother’s advice, but perhaps she COULD act worse. she COULD act like a monster, yet holds herself back from doing so? Vivi is half human, but faerie blood breeds true.

anyway, Jude only had good memories of her parents, they seemed to be very good to them all, Justin, who never raised a hand to discipline them, and Eva, who “threw her head back when she laughed” and stuff. I don’t recall any negatives of their parenting. Of course minus hiding the world of faeries and that danger from them, but can you fault them for that? Not really.

Anyway, vivienne had more memories as she was around 2 or 3 years older? She was 9 when madoc took her to elfhame.

The point is, she holds more fondness for the mortal world since she was there longer, and also acts like she has more fondness for their parents bc she is elder and has more memories of them.

i think she also holds more fondness for the mortal world bc she doesn’t want to face the reality that her father is a horrible murderer.

It’s unfortunate that we don’t see if she ever KNEW that she was fae before madoc came around, which would’ve been interesting, and if she didn’t, maybe she copes w being “a monster” by staying in the mortal world.

Her character is devastating.

She doesn’t seem to fault Eva for “stealing” her, or Justin for anything. She places all the blame on madoc(understandable, i only mention this bc jude doesn’t seem to do the same, partly so it’s easier for her to come to love madoc) and as the girls come to care for him, she seems to begins to try to convince them otherwise thru hurting them and raging.

random knowledge dump abt vivi below before the actual analysis:

1. vivienne is described a lot of ways, by Jude and Taryn, selfish but in a fun way, and moody when things don’t go her way. her behavior seems very up and down, could be from trauma, could be from her fae nature.

2. Vivi stays in elfhame for Jude and Taryn, and when Jude and Taryn are no longer at home, she leaves for the mortal world. which is bittersweet that she stayed for them and only them.

3. Vivienne faults orianna abt treating Jude and Taryn in a sort of discriminatory faerie way, but she also sorta does the same, through her actions.

Anyway sorry for the ramble, here’s the actual analysis:

I’m splitting this into parts, w her relations, like w heather. Vivi and heather, now i love them. Especially in the 1st book, a fae x human couple that meets up at the mall and at art school is soso cute!

but like every fae x human relationship, or any relationship at all, there’s bound to be problems.

Most of these problems stem from vivis personality and nature itself.

Before i get into it, i wanna quickly add that we see vivi thru Jude’s pov, so there already some bias, there. Also this is just my perceived opinion!

Vivi, throughout the whole series, is a very interesting character. honestly i often think that she’s pretty unfeeling toward humans.

she faults Taryn and Jude for loving madoc, for succumbing to the magical aspects of elfhame and the fae. which makes sense, she is fae herself, she has few reasons to have any sort of attachment to elfhame or the fae.

but it’s to be noted that vivi has the capacity to be quite cruel, slapping and pinching Taryn and Jude for loving madoc and the beauty of the high court.

(now you could say that cruelty was stemmed out of love, out of her want for her sisters to be safe, but vivis other actions are also pretty cruel, in the sense that she may not mean for it to be awful, but it is. she’s fae, so it’s harder to analyze her true feelings)

but what we see of Vivis personality, is that she is very selfish. Jude says that vivi acts like what has happened to their parents is her tragedy and hers alone. she also says that vivi is selfish in a way that can be fun, she eggs ppl on to have fun w her. (eva Duarte vibes)

i can understand how vivi may feel about the girls in elfhame, perhaps she blames herself for what happened to Justin and Eva, since of course, madoc came for vivi to bring to her elfhame. and then she perhaps further faults herself for not being able to persuade them to leave elfhame w her.

one of viviennes main problems however, is that she simply does not try to understand. she does not try to understand humans and their feelings, her sisters and their dreams, or why Jude and Taryn feel the way they do for madoc and for elfhame. She doesn’t understand that elfhame is their home.

Taryn says this in her internal monologue in the lost sisters:

now I’ve got mixed opinions on this. Of course she doesn’t want Jude and Taryn to stay somewhere that is vehemently unsafe for them, that harbors their murderous father and every other horrible thing for humans. but she almost acts like them staying and facing hardship is what they signed up for. she doesn’t seem to understand that they have little to no choice.

they’re human and she is not. they cannot glamour, and they are mortal. Leaving elfhame means eventual death. Jude doesn’t seem to fear it, but Taryn’s actions make it almost seem like she does. not just wanting to belong- they want to live long. who doesn’t want to live an immortal life in a magical world?

and not just that of course, it’s that Jude and Taryn, (mostly Jude since she states it in her pov) is that they don’t feel like they belong in the mortal world anymore.

now she is fae, but we have seen faeries with the emotional capacity to act without selfishness, to love wholeheartedly (obviously she loves her sisters)

i think vivi is painfully comparable to Locke. Don’t hate me for that take but I’ll explain how they have similar qualities, especially when it comes to treating humans. Humans they are supposed to care abt

the same way that Locke did not try to love the way a human loves, to only explain to Taryn not to expect a faeries love to be like a humans, effectively dismissing his neglect toward her, is pretty similar to how vivienne did not bother to not only tell heather at a suitable time abt faeries and that she is one, that she comes from a world where humans are hated, but also to completely dismiss heathers feelings and drag her to elfhame anyway.

And despite the abuse she has witnessed Jude and Taryn endure, she doesn’t even bother properly telling heather how to be safe in elfhame.

vivi acts very often when it benefits her, trying to drag her sisters to the mortal world, not telling heather abt what she is, etc. she wants and expects things to go her way.

She also pretty often dismisses her sisters dreams. Jude’s knighthood, taryns “throwing herself on some faerie boy”, Jude’s being queen, and oaks future.

She thinks of herself. she swims with Locke and cardan and nicasia and valerian, fully aware of the abuse jude and Taryn endure with them, because they’re friends.

maybe you can chalk it up to viviennes being immortal, so she sees Taryns and Jude’s inconveniences as not worth her time.

but as the one person who should be protecting her sisters, she sure seems to piss off and do whatever else is convenient for her.

add on: Her being friends w their abusers was always so strange to me. it sorta feels like a “told u so!” to Jude and Taryn. she WANTS Jude and Taryn to come live in the mortal world, so maybe she just doesn’t try to help in elfhame for that reason. like she goes out of her way to be a pain (by befriending their abusers) so they get fed up and LEAVE.

another edit bc idk where to fit this: vivi was also friends w rhyia, who, in Jude’s opinion, shared vivis content to throw away customs and sorta act unlike her status and title. free! anyway that leads me to how Jude also said that vivi also liked bringing shame to madocs name and would be proud of her if Jude did something to bring shame to their house (encouraging bad behavior is very funny of her)

i also want to add that vivienne knew that Taryn was sending messages to Locke. before Jude started seeing him. this is stated in the lost sisters. but when vivi is asked if she knows who Taryns secret man is, she doesn’t know. so either she’s dumb or she REALLY doesn’t pay any care or attention to her sisters at all.

now she is a redcap, we are reminded of this not only when she admits that she’s been waiting for the day to kill madoc and shoots him, but also when Jude punches that mortal boy, milo, who was hitting on her. Vivienne starts giggling and glamouring.

redcaps, such as madoc, are often described as sorta air headed (in other holly black books) much more focused on bloodlust or whatever conveniences them.

and that’s another thing. The glamour. She seems mostly fine with glamouring her sisters, and also heather. which probably means that she does it pretty frequently in the mortal world as well(aside from just glamouring herself to look human and glamouring leaves). take that info as you will, but i always thought of glamouring as pretty screwed up, though it is completely unsurprising that she would do it in the mortal world and it’s not something to hold against her. it’s just how she survives.

Similarly to how Jude struggles to survive in elfhame, even if that means becoming a spy and whatnot. Just survival yk

though she does admit to Jude that she never glamoured heather before the night of taryns wedding, which is good. bare minimum tho, esp compared to how cardan didn’t dare glamour Jude, and asked for her permission once tasked w doing so.

also if i remember correctly vivienne was pretty dismissive about glamouring heather when Jude confronted her.

now on a more positive note: vivi helps Jude when Jude asks, which was bittersweet (sisterly bonding time searching for a dead body!) and i loved that. i love that despite it all VIVI is always there for her when she asks. Even if she can be sorta cruel sometimes, she’s atleast there for Jude and Taryn.

After the coronation, vivienne said that she would’ve murdered madoc if his plan had gitten Jude hurt. I love her devotion to her sisters. And her willingness to off madoc at any given moment, especially for them. AND that she never gives up on them. She is always asking them to go to the mortal world w her. Stubborn! (I also like when she calls balekin an asshole!)

Vivi lets her live w her in the mortal world, she takes oak in, she helps Jude and Taryn randomly, etc.

now oak. poor vivi, being trusted w raising a whole faerie child and protecting him bc he’s a little prince! very similar to how madoc had little kiddies thrust upon him! Except this was not vivis fault, and she had no choice.

i think her and oaks relationship was cute, how they are still family despite not being directly related, how she raises him in a very big sisterly way! i think her raising oak also helped a lot w her character development. though we don’t see it, id like to think that she learned things from oak, how to be a better sister mostly.

though naturally she threatened to leave oak at school or ditch him (LOL she’s a very accurately written big sister imo) she didn’t, and cared for him, maybe in an offhand way, and maybe she dismissed his dreams, but that’s just how she is lol. Long lasting sibling tradition to dismiss their life’s work ig!

in qon, which im rereading rn so i apologize if i mistake something, heather and vivi are broken up(deserved) and heather asks vivi to wipe her memory of it all.

now vivi, again, doesn’t even TRY to understand. lol. i wonder a lot at the parallels between Eva and madoc relationship, to heather and vivis.

If they are even a little similar, then OF COURSE Eva left madoc, minus every other reason to leave him lol.

anyway, before her memory is wiped, heather is in elfhame, cardans a snake, and heather is an angel as always. she comforts Jude and tells stories to find some sort of solution to cardans curse. eventually, they’re off to patch things up. memory wipe and other romantic endeavors!

I’d like to add, that i think that vivi has the capacity to change, i think she did, while we only got glimpses of their relationship in tsh and tpt, the heather and vivi crumbs seemed so very sweet.

(Edit after reading “faeries never lie” i think vivienne HAS changed by the end, understands heather and where she is coming from, and truly does love her, and was willing to give away years of her lifespan for heather)

and i really adore the thought that she changed her previous foul behaviors for heather. that’s sweet. it’s HUMAN. Vivienne loved like a faerie, i assume like madoc, until she unlearned it, for heather, because she knew that heather deserved better and that their relationship was suffering bc of it.

i highly recommend faeries never lie, as it is adorable, and i loved it. Heather is a really cool character and I’m glad we got her pov on their relationship!

i won’t spoil too much, but what vivi puts heather thru, (GRANTED, heather DID ask for her memory to be wiped, but only bc of the trauma she endured in elfhame) was so sad to read. but their ending bro. IT WAS SO CUTE.

and I’m glad Heather sorta proved herself and proved vivi that she could be cunning, that she can handle the fae even despite her fear of them.

I’m glad to see that their relationship patched up nicely. even if it took vivi a second try to fix things, vivi def deserves a happy life after what’s she’s endured.

anyway, i think Jude’s and heathers relationship is pretty sweet. and vivi acting the way she does, helps the plot move along, and also helps with Jude’s character development. it really outlines that Jude truly is isolated.

moral of the story, i do like vivienne even if more than half of this was negatives (sorry) she could’ve been a better sister considering it all, but it makes sense to me why she wasn’t. She endured A LOT.

anyway, thank you for the ask! i hope it made sense, i sorta just dumped out all my vivi knowledge lol 🫶 (didn’t go back to get Taryn’s pov in the lost sisters bc i don’t trust that sketchy pdf 😒)

Anyway sorry it took AGES upon AGES to get to, i am really sick rn 😐 hope my feverish delirium made any sense at all, especially considering i kept going back and adding paragraphs between paragraphs (IM SORRY LOL)

[necrotic-nephilim]

For the ask game

How do you think the batclan and the league of assasins would react to a consensual rastim au where because of this tim becomes the heir therefore the next demon's head

for the ask game!

heir of Ra's!Tim my BELOVED. i don't care how realistic it is it's real in my heart. i love when they're consensually fucked up together.

i think it's fun if it's sort of a slow descent, for Tim. like he goes into this completely confident he's going to backstab Ra's and come out with clean hands, but he's falling deeper and deeper. Ra's is a far more complex man than everyone has told him, and the longer Tim is entrenched in the League, the more he's drinking the kool-aid. it doesn't help he's already in a grief spiral full of self-isolation and Ra's is showing him all kinds of attention. Tim can't say when it went from "i'm going to stop him in the back" to "huh Ra's' bedroom has more of my stuff than his" bc it was so slow and gradual. maybe the search for Bruce takes longer, maybe Tim finds Bruce but sticks with Ra's for a totally rational reason with a plan he definitely plans to follow through on, eventually. but he gets closer and closer to Ra's and his lack of identity without Robin makes it easy for him to latch onto all the ideas of grandeur Ra's gives him about building a better world. Tim isn't *completely* sold, but he's able to meet Ra's in the middle for most of it

on the side of the League, i think there are a lot of divided opinions. Tim is a hit with younger League members like Prudence, but the more senior members who've been with Ra's for decades are a tad incensed at getting so quickly outranked by a teenager who doesn't even believe in murder. a lot of what Tim believes goes against the very nature of the League but. at its core, the League is loyal to Ra's. any of them would die for him or his cause and they have wholehearted faith in his judgment. because he has a point, the kid is smart, a brilliant strategist, and with some more work, won't be too half-bad in a fight. when Ra's names Tim as his heir, everyone knows it's a very distant future thing (Ra's still has a few more centuries in him and he makes sure they know it) so there's still time to work out the kinks in Tim Drake. Ra's has gone so far as to share the Lazarus Pit with Tim, so *clearly* this isn't some ploy and Ra's is dedicated to him. there's pushback, and i do think there would be some schisms in the League, smaller groups fracturing off and attempting a few coups of the League. even if Tim goes over relatively smoothly, there will be some fights that break out. and Ra's leaves it to Tim to handle, proving a point. making it clear Tim is an equal leader to the League and is more than capable of handling conflict with brutal efficiency. that wins over the last bits of support for Tim, some through genuine respect, some through fear. either way, Ra's is quite proud his choice of partner and heir has proven himself.

the Batfamily on the other hand is a complete shitshow. i think the most positive reaction would be Jason, not necessarily because he approves, but because i think he'd find the ironic joy in watching Tim finally get out from Bruce's thumb and cause absolute chaos. in a way, Bruce really has no place to talk with his history with Talia, so it's not like Tim's completely ex-communicated. they're all constantly trying to get Tim back, trying to convince him how bad of an idea this is and how terrible of a person Ra's is. i think Tim would keep close to the Batfam, partly because he *does* still care about them. Dick, Helena, Cass, Bruce, are all still some kind of family, for Tim. but there would be a clear rift. obviously it'd be the worst for Cass, who has the strongest opinions on morals and was so close to Tim and has to deal with feeling deeply betrayed. i'd have a lot of long conversations between them, where Tim talks about how he's trying his best not to compromise his morals and he's really doing this for the greater good he believes in, while Cass tries to understand his point of view and cope with the betrayal. Steph would also feel pretty betrayed, even when they break up there's a deep love between Tim and Steph and this change for Tim feels out of nowhere. they're all constantly reaching out to Tim, sometimes for serious conversation but sometimes just inviting him to hang out, hoping to get through to him slowly. they still care about each other, but the trust is what's gone. especially from Damian, who never trusted or liked Tim in the first place and would be the most furious he's replaced as an heir by Tim of all people. it's messy, but it's complicated.

for the rest of Tim's social circle, the Titans and whatnot, it's a similar reaction. the more distant of Tim's hero friends have no issue cutting him out, but people like Cassie and Bart and Kon would try to talk to Tim about it because it feels so uncharacteristic of him. they've known Tim a while, sometimes in more personal ways than the Batfam, so this switch up is sudden. i think he'd feel the most guilty about hurting them, just because they're genuinely his oldest friends in the superhero world. but he sticks to his guns and makes it clear he's happy with Ra's, and he's doing this whole League thing, like it or not. they'd still come to Tim's aide if Tim needed it, and god help anyone who hurt Tim's friends bc he'll raise hell for them, but emotionally they're distant from him. it's hard for someone like Kon to reconcile a person willingly working with Ra's given Kon's own parentage. there's still love, but it's messy and complicated. i do think slowly though, Tim would try to get them on his side. it starts with innocuous side comments made about the state of the Justice League/Titans, him not holding them back from going too far in a fight the way he usually would, as sensible team leader. it'd take a slow, long while, but i do think Tim could slowly get at least a couple Titans to be his allies, even if they're not full League members.

all in all, Tim rlly does get to have his cake and eat it too. sure, trust is lost and people aren't as close as they used to be, but Tim loses very few people he genuinely cares about. either they love him too much to abandon him, or he slowly talks them into agreeing with his new moral code. because he's still anti-murder at the end of the day, and it's clear with him at the helm, the League is slightly shifting. even Ra's seems more agreeable these days, far more open to working with heroes without instantly stabbing them in the back like he usually would. Tim can't change who Ra's is and he honestly doesn't want to, but that's the fun of it. the way they're always so opposed and arguing half the time, yet still managing to make it work because they love the chase.

[domm1etae]

sent to tempt me - chapter five

chapter five: unavoidable connections

chapter summary: Yunho’s day goes from bad to worse when a group project forces him and certain someone to work together, leaving him dreading what’s next

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut (not yet but there will be eventually), angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually) | mdni

word count: 2.1k

warnings under

collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics, aaaand more will be added soon hehehe

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Yunho woke up feeling like he’d barely slept, though the heaviness in his chest told him otherwise. His dreams had been restless, and now his thoughts picked up right where they’d left off—circling endlessly around Mingi.

The room was still and dim, the faint morning light filtering through the blinds. Yunho stayed curled under his blanket, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His body ached with the kind of exhaustion that went deeper than just being tired. He rubbed at his face, trying to push away the memory of the awkwardness last night—the sharp tension in Mingi’s voice, the unreadable look in his eyes.

Yunho wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much. It wasn’t like they were close. Mingi wasn’t exactly the type of person you got close to. With his sharp tongue and that intense stare of his, Mingi was the kind of guy who could shut you down with a single look. He wasn’t mean, but he was… intimidating. Someone who took up space in a room without even trying.

Yunho had been terrified of him at first. Moving in with a stranger like Mingi, who seemed so naturally confident and untouchable, had felt like the worst luck in the world. But over time, Yunho had noticed something else about him—something quieter. Mingi wasn’t outright friendly, but he wasn’t cruel, either. He didn’t yell when Yunho accidentally left his stuff on the shared desk. He didn’t make snide comments when Yunho fumbled through introductions with the group of friends Mingi had brought over one night.

He’d even done small things that Yunho didn’t know how to take. Like that one time Yunho couldn't find a snack he bought for himself, and Mingi had wordlessly handed him an extra choco bar of his without making a big deal about it.

Those moments had been rare, but they’d stuck with Yunho. Enough that he’d started to think maybe Mingi wasn’t as terrifying as he seemed.

But now, Yunho wasn’t so sure.

Whatever had happened between them last night felt like a sharp crack in the thin thread of understanding they’d built. It wasn’t like Mingi had yelled at him or even said anything particularly harsh. It was just… different. The way Mingi had looked at him, like he was annoyed or disappointed, gnawed at Yunho’s chest.

What did I do wrong?

The question haunted him as he lay there, waiting. He strained his ears, listening for the sound of Mingi moving around the room. The faint rustle of clothes. The click of a bag zipper. The door closing softly behind him. Yunho stayed perfectly still, barely breathing, until he heard that last sound—the door shutting.

Even then, he didn’t move right away. He stayed under the blanket for a while longer, staring blankly at the wall. A part of him hoped that maybe Mingi would come back, if only so Yunho could try to figure out what had gone wrong. But another part—the bigger part—wanted to avoid him altogether.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Yunho dragged himself out of bed. The room felt emptier than usual, and Yunho hated how much he noticed it. He shuffled into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror as he splashed cold water on his face. When he finally glanced up, he almost winced. His reflection was a mess—his hair sticking out at odd angles, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion.

“Get it together,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair in a half-hearted attempt to fix it.

But no matter how much he tried to shake it off, that uneasy feeling clung to him. As he grabbed his bag and stepped out into the hallway, Yunho couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, half-expecting to see Mingi standing there with that sharp gaze of his.

He didn’t. The hallway was empty, just like he’d hoped. And yet, the pit in his stomach only grew deeper.

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Yunho slumped into his seat in the lecture hall, setting his notebook on the desk without bothering to open it. The low hum of students chatting around him felt too loud, grating against his already frayed nerves. He kept his head down, hoping no one would notice him.

The professor’s voice droned on, words blending into white noise. Yunho tried to focus, scribbling aimless shapes in the margins of his notebook, but nothing stuck. His thoughts kept slipping back to Mingi. That strange look in his eyes. The way Yunho had felt so small under his gaze.

He tapped his pen against the desk, the rhythmic click barely cutting through the sound of rustling papers and muted coughs. His chest tightened as he caught himself replaying every awkward moment from the night before. What if Mingi thought he was weird? Or annoying?

A sharp laugh from somewhere in the room made him glance up, and his stomach churned. For a split second, he thought it was Mingi—but, of course, it wasn’t. Yunho shook his head, hunching lower in his seat.

By the time the lecture ended, he hadn’t written down a single thing. As the other students filed out, Yunho stayed behind for a moment, staring blankly at the empty page in front of him. It felt like he’d been sitting there for hours, trying to make sense of something he didn’t even fully understand.

With a sigh, he shoved his notebook into his bag and headed to lunch, hoping—unsuccessfully—that the day would get easier.

Yunho dragged his feet to the cafeteria, his tray feeling heavier than it should. He wasn’t sure if it was the weight of the food or the weight of his thoughts that was making his arms ache. He quickly spotted his usual spot near the windows and slid into the seat, grateful to finally sit down. The cafeteria was buzzing with noise, the clatter of trays, the hum of overlapping conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter filling the air.

He stirred his soup absentmindedly, barely registering the steam curling up from the bowl. His notebook, tucked under his elbow, still had faint doodles of shapes he’d drawn earlier in class while failing to focus. He sighed, the sound getting lost in the din of the room.

“Yo, Jeong Yunho!”

Yunho startled slightly as Jisung’s voice cut through the background noise. His friend approached with his trademark grin, dropping his tray on the table with a thud and plopping into the seat across from him.

“Hey,” Yunho muttered, poking at his soup again.

“What’s with the face?” Jisung said, squinting at him. “You look like someone just told you winter break got canceled. Did the professors gang up on you this morning, or what?”

“No,” Yunho mumbled.

Jisung tilted his head, unconvinced. “Uh-huh. Come on, man. What’s up?”

Yunho hesitated, chewing on his bottom lip. “Do you remember how yesterday I said Mingi wasn’t actually that bad? And you were like, ‘What? No way,’ and I was like, ‘Yeah, he’s okay’?”

“Yeah?” Jisung leaned forward, his eyebrows raised with intrigue. “I remember that. I was ready to write it down as one of the great mysteries of the universe.”

“Well, that changed yesterday,” Yunho said flatly.

Jisung blinked. “Wait, what? What do you mean? What happened?”

Yunho exhaled heavily, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t know. One minute everything was fine, and then it wasn’t. He just—he just started acting weird. Like, distant. And then when I wanted to say something to him, he looked at me like…” He trailed off, struggling to put his frustration into words.

“Like what?”

“Like I was annoying him. Or like he didn’t want to be around me anymore.” Yunho frowned, stirring his soup again without taking a bite. “It’s just… I don’t know. It’s been weird.”

“Damn,” Jisung said, his lips twitching upward in what was likely a repressed grin. “So Mingi went from ‘okay’ to back on your hit list in less than twenty-four hours. That’s gotta be a new recordr.”

“I’m serious, Jisung,” Yunho groaned, dropping his spoon onto the tray with a clatter. “It’s throwing me off. I don’t even know what I did wrong. One second, he’s fine. The next, it’s like I don’t even exist.”

“Well,” Jisung started, leaning back and crossing his arms, “if I had to guess, I’d say either he’s stressed about something, or he’s just messing with you because he knows you’re too nice to call him out.”

“Maybe,” Yunho muttered, though the knot in his stomach didn’t feel any smaller.

Jisung waved it off. “Whatever. Don’t let him get in your head, man. He’s just your roommate, not your life partner.” He smirked, clearly proud of himself, and changed the subject as easily as flipping a switch. “Anyway, enough about Mingi. Guess what? I’m hanging out with some friends later. You should come with.”

Yunho glanced up, furrowing his brows. “Friends?”

“Yeah, just a couple of people I know. Well, a couple who’s a couple,” Jisung said with a grin. “They’re good people—fun to be around, chill vibes. You’d like them.”

Yunho shook his head. “I can’t. I have to study.”

Jisung groaned dramatically, throwing his head back. “Oh, come on! You study all the time. One afternoon won’t kill you.”

“I have a quiz next week,” Yunho lied, suddenly finding the edge of his tray fascinating.

“Excuses, excuses,” Jisung said, wagging a finger at him. “Fine. Be a nerd. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

“I won’t,” Yunho said with a faint smile, pushing his tray away.

As Jisung launched into a story about his disaster of a new project, Yunho tried to focus on his friend’s voice. But his mind kept circling back to Mingi—his sharp, unreadable gaze and the way his presence seemed to fill the room, even when he wasn’t speaking.

Yunho didn’t understand why it bothered him so much. He told himself it was just because they lived together. That had to be it.

Right?

By the time Yunho got to his last class of the day, his nerves were shot. It had been a long day of dodging Mingi at every possible turn, but now he had to sit through an hour in the same room as him. The thought made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

The classroom was buzzing with pre-class chatter as Yunho slipped into his usual seat near the middle of the room. He glanced toward the back, unable to help himself. There Mingi was, leaning back in his chair, one arm slung over the desk behind him as he laughed at something one of his friends said.

Yunho quickly looked away, his stomach twisting. Mingi was relaxed, like nothing about yesterday had fazed him at all. Meanwhile, Yunho felt like he was being eaten alive by anxiety. He dropped his bag on the floor and focused on pulling out his notebook, flipping to a blank page.

The scrape of chairs, the hum of voices, the faint tapping of someone’s pen against their desk—it all blurred together as Yunho stared at his notebook, his pen poised above the page. He tried to focus on the little doodles he was making in the margins, spirals and shaky lines that barely resembled anything.

The noise in the room quieted slightly as the teacher entered, clapping her hands to gather attention.

“Alright, everyone, let’s settle down,” she said, smiling as she walked to the front of the room. “I have an important announcement to make.”

Yunho straightened in his seat, his stomach sinking. Important announcements never mean anything good.

“We’ll be starting a group project,” the teacher continued, her smile widening as if she thought this news would excite them. “This project will count for a significant portion of your grade, so I expect everyone to take it seriously.”

A few students groaned, while others muttered to each other about what the project might entail. Yunho’s grip on his pen tightened.

“Now, I know some of you were hoping to choose your own partners,” the teacher said, raising her voice slightly to cut through the chatter.

Several students perked up, a ripple of murmured excitement spreading through the room.

“…but I’ve already assigned the groups.”

The excitement evaporated instantly, replaced by groans and complaints. Yunho barely noticed, his pulse thudding in his ears.

Please, not Mingi. Please, please not Mingi.

The teacher pulled out a sheet of paper and started reading off the pairs.

“Eunji and Minho.”

“Jiwon and Haneul.”

Yunho barely heard the names as they blurred together in a steady stream. He clutched his pen tighter, the edge of it digging into his palm. His leg bounced under the desk, the faint tremor keeping pace with his racing thoughts.

“And finally,” the teacher said, looking up from her paper, “Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi.”

Great. Just great.

[moonshynecybin]

Hi! I have been thinking about Marc and the ways he expresses his anger... giving the cold shoulder... the silent treatment if you will (he will speak ABOUT vale but not TO vale let alone WITH vale)... need your input please....

hmm good question.... this got. STUPID long sorry

uhhh marc is, in general, good at keeping his (negative) emotions in check. like i think marc loooooves to think of himself on track as a mature, controlled, and rational dude. above distraction. a killer. a cyborg. idk his dad has talked about how he doesnt really complain much about injury and there's also allll these stories about what a mature kid he was... so i think that when he was young - ESPECIALLY in a racing sense because he was so much younger than most of the people he was competing against - he internalized that in order to do all the stuff he wants to do racing-wise, he reallyyyy has to keep a level head and not well. act his age! and i think that extends to a lot of how he manages his emotions today (at least in a public setting). even in places where im pretty sure hes PISSED (sepang. phillip island 2013.) he just kind of. visibly contains himself. not a confrontational dude in the outright sense he'll clench his jaw and try to work through it.

which is part of what makes his valentino-oriented crazy so interesting. bc people were noticing that marc in 2015 was kind of. being weird. as his and valentino's relationship deteriorated. like they were both outwardly very much like we can keep it on track :) until the big fallout towards the end of the year but uhhhh. well marc has said that vale started pulling back in september of 2014 like he was noticing SOMETHING, and they clashed on track A LOT in 2015, and i think marc sensed vale cooling on him and freaked a lil. hashtag neurotic 22 year old moments. he is my favorite crazy ex girlfriend. like usually he IS good at separating that stuff out and managing his emotions in the racing sense but in assen that year when vale overtook him off track after they made contact he raised a BIG stink with race direction and actually had some uh. not especially chill quotes about it. (it should be noted marc was also flopping for the first time in his motogp career. like in his brain he stopped winning AND vale stopped talking to him he was goin through it) adn all the reporters noticed too they were like. why werent you sucking and fucking in parc ferme. like vale's left turn wrt to spaniard sabotage comes outta nowhere but people WERE noticing that things were changing. i bet marc noticed too. BUT they are not the type of people to talk about these things so they keep it to vague flirting in presscons and escalating on-track tension slash proxy wars waged in race-direction contexts... liek truly you are 22 you are not going to keep your championship title and your hot sports idol bestie is no longer flirting with you on twitter and you COULD just talk to him about that but you'd rather DIE so youre going to ask honda to back you up to race direction about your last race where you DEFINITELY lost bc winning is the ONLY thing thatll make you feel better. even though thatll help convince your hot sports idol that you are engaging in a benedict arnold level betrayal scheme against him. an insane time to be marc marquez. 2015 really kind of is a study on how both of them handle losing: NOT WELL.

and then the thing about sepang is that then the lid is blown clean off and marc spends the ENTIRE race being annoying on purposeeeee. hes so fucking pissed and hurt at valentino that he decides to get under his skin for REALSIES instead of focusing on his race. like idk he probably would have fought hard for the win without the drama that how he works but uh. i think he was being annoying specifically to bite at vale's edges. and part of that is bc marc is naturally and effortlessly annoying. but i think part of it was SPITE. like his team advised him not to speak on anything from that presscon and he didnt, but he can still fuck him over on track. get under his skin. like he cant tell vale to his FACE that he's angry and confused and hurt. but he CAN let him know on that fucking racing line. where he cant be ignored. idk like i cant see marc letting anyone else get under his skin like that.

AND another big ass exception to the marc marquez anger management philosophy is from misano 2019 where vale messes with his qualifying lap. a lovely anon sent me some videos of marc talking to the press and jesus christ i dont think ive ever seen him angrier oh my god. AND the anon also linked the race from that weekend where he won and he celebrated harder than ive seen him celebrate some TITLE wins like he went. notably nuts. the commentators were all like uhhhh. he mustve REALLY wanted to get one over on vale adjfhlkdh... idk if any of this answered your question but his relationship to his emotions fascinates me hes so weirddddd. and its interesting to me that he can shrug off jorge ruining his last race at honda and be friendly but also be like. kind of aloofly pissed at bezz. because of valentino! he can repress the rest of it, but valentino shines through the cracks.

[qiupachups]

hobie brown

.｡.+*☆ headcannons 🎸💭

contents: general hcs, london based hobes bc i live there

a/n: my wife! the picture above is ‘stay close to me— omega sessions’ by bad brains (super cute song and so hobie)

When he’s not playing shows, antagonising fascists, or staging unpermitted political action slash performance art pieces— Hobie takes care of his garden. There’s just about anything growing on his canal boat that can survive London.

It’s fun just like him! He can repurpose whatever he finds into a planter, which includes old Henry Hoovers.

Most things we take for granted are ridiculously scarce in his world, like running hot water. Not wanting to waste this luxury, Hobie developed the skill of taking extremely fast showers.

Sometimes it feels like he steps in and comes straight out. It’s a little unnerving.

Once a month, Hobie does a super deep clean of his canal boat. He finds all sorts of inter-dimensional trash he’s collected over the weeks. After heaving it off the deck, you swear the boat groaned in relief.

Where does it all go? Miguel’s dimension, of course. The man didn’t have to guess the mystery fly-tipper when he saw the bags flickering through the colour spectrum. In Hobie’s defence, the waste disposal system is better in Earth-98.

If you hadn’t realised yet, Hobie is a methodical and thoughtful spidey. He plans for the best times to grow his produce and harvests them at the perfect time (not always since he’s usually… busy).

After freezing or preserving the amount he needs, he gives the rest to his community. So, expect some strawberry jam materialising at your doorstep.

For as longer as he remembers, Hobie could always cook. There was never a time he didn’t help feed his community or volunteer at F.E.A.S.T— even with his responsibilities post spider-bite.

In Hobie’s eyes, there’s nothing better than a good home-cooked meal. He can make something (amazing) from nothing so you can trust him even when it feels like there’s just dust left in the cupboard.

Multiple spideys can agree that Hobie’s singing isn’t the best. When Gwendy gave him a very forced smile, it only broke his heart a little. The face of Hobie’s idol basically admitting his singing sucks isn’t a big deal. Duh. He’s a big girl— he can handle that…

Thankfully, playing his MaryJane (guitar) more than makes up for it. If he’s not using it to torment police, he’ll make the best damn art that’s gonna stick in your head rent free.

With at least eleven piercings and counting, the dos and don’ts of them are like second nature to Hobie. That’s only eleven we can see— who knows how many more he has hidden? Without a doubt, there’ll be more to come.

Instead of getting blood poisoning from Claires or judged by a pretentious tattoo artist, go to Hobie. He’ll refuse payment but he wouldn’t turn down a drink.

Hobie isn’t called the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man for nothing. His genuine (almost violent) care for his community has earned him the respect of basically everyone, despite their initial concerns.

“A dependable young man.” That’s how the elderly women tend to describe Hobie. They’re his biggest allies since he’d drop almost anything to help them cross a road or carry groceries.

Gwendy’s chucks aren’t the first and certainly won’t be the last thing he’ll steal. (You seriously think Hobie just happened to have shoes in her size and colour?)

He’ll definitely nick something of something of yours when you’re not looking. Once you realise, he’ll hold it high above your head and force you to jump for it. Why? Because he can.

Like every other British teen, Hobie’s dabbled in some underage drinking. It’s not illegal if you don’t get caught! When he’s drunk, he’ll be obnoxiously sweet and yell stuff like “You’re gorgeous, luv!” because he truly means it.

In addition to Hobie’s strange array of skills, being good at pub games is another. Beer pong, darts, etc… you name it: he’ll clear it. Hell, he might start organising them if he’s drunk enough.

In his personal humble opinion, roses are way too cliche for a romantic gift. It’s overdone, boring and stupidly difficult to obtain in his universe. So instead, Hobie rips off that patch you’ve been eyeing and gifts that to you.

As much as he’d like to, Hobie couldn’t rip off every patch for you. Instead, he makes a matching set and he’s cheesy enough to sew his one over his heart.

tag: @vhstown thanks for bean card xx

[nerdy-frog98]

Okay, so I just finished my first watch of s2 of 9-1-1, and here are my overall thoughts:

- So Abby just completely disappeared? No decency to tell Buck they were over? No wonder I’d never really heard about her.

- I’ve only known Eddie for one season but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone and then myself.

- Guys, when I’d heard about the Buck and Eddie ship, I’d expected subtle queer coding, not blatant flirting…? The times they interacted this season were charged with sexual energy, what do you MEAN some people don’t see it?? I guess if you see that shit for seasons and then nothing ever happens about it, I can see why people would complain of blatant queerbaiting.

- in kind of the same point as the last… Buck and Eddie don’t really seem like best friends yet (because their interactions are few and far between, and when they do interact, it’s laden with sexual tension), but I ADORE how much Buck already seems to care for Christopher. I know there is much more to come, but it’s cute seeing them in the early days.

- The threads for Buck’s bisexuality have been there from the beginning btw, said as someone who knows very little about what the plans were. If the intention was to have Buck be a straight man, they maybe shouldn’t have had him connect with basically every gay person he meets & then stare at boys like that.

- The character development happening with every single one of the characters is soooo satisfying. This show is addictive. My fav character is definitely still Buck, but Hen is a very close second.

- I love Maddie so much, and her story is very heartbreaking. Mildly triggering, tbh, but important.

I definitely liked this season better. The character dynamics are more natural now, storylines are getting more satisfying conclusions (though I would still love more of the stuff they mention off screen to happen ON screen), and because the season was so much longer, there were episodes that were dedicated to the backstories of the characters…which helped me connect more with them. I love every character in the 118 and I’m nervous about what’s coming (bc I know the tsunami is coming 👀)

Okay thanks for sticking with me. More later :)

[venusandsaturnsrings]

inceltaru is so genius. kisses ur forehead. i have so many thoughts.

grinding against each other while he sits in his gaming chair, walking in on him watching some weird hentai anime, finding the nsfw manga he keeps in his bedside table.

ESPECIALLY. him thirsting over a chubby reader because his brain is too rotten from all the hentai with chubby girls hes consumed. jsut thinking about if he could ever get you to agree to recreate those nasty things with him

KISSES U BACK!! i can’t claim the idea of inceltaru as a whole (i stumbled across smthn abt him on twt like a year ago) but i’ve very much tailored him to match my preferences and how i see his character better!! when i first started writing him, it was bc there was no other content like it out there and if you want a job done right, you’ve gotta do it yourself y’know?? modern problems require modern solutions etc etc… ANYWAYS you’re a genius here this is for you MWAH!! >///<

if you asked Ajax his favourite genre of manga, he’d tell you something unassuming like slice of life or romance; he may even name some titles if pressed. he’s also a big fat liar with shelves of various adult materials, primarily centred around chubby girls and breeding. his computer has numerous tabs and folders dedicated to his favourite sites and videos unabashedly visible on his desktop. it’s not hard to come across something related to his perverted interests unless he’s chosen to stash it all away; he does this when you’re coming over.

to set the scene, it’s well into the evening and you’ve spent the day lounging in his house playing various games and chatting about mostly nonsense but he was still hanging onto every syllable that left your mouth. after drinking what you think was his fourth energy drink of the day, he went to the bathroom and you decided to poke around at the things he never let you touch. your first objective was the small shelves hidden behind a door under his bedside table. as quietly as possible, you opened it up only to be faced with a basket of… toys… and various mangas with covers featuring plump girls covered in certain substances. you were slack jawed. you had known Ajax was a bit of an oddball immediately upon meeting him from the way others talked about him and warnings your friends had given you but he was just so sweet and had a certain pathetic charm about him that you couldn’t resist. you just hadn’t quite expected these sorts of things to be amongst his collection of knick knacks.

unbeknownst to you he had reentered the room. Ajax cleared his throat and you whipped around only to be faced with the ginger sporting a half hard-on and a generous blush across his pretty face. he shifted slightly from foot to foot without making eye contact before speaking, though his voice cracked slightly.

“snooping around huh? i hadn’t quite… planned for you to see this sorta stuff so soon,” he paused as if thinking, “it’s only appropriate that you apologize, yeah? but i’m not sure that’ll cut it…” Ajax walked closer to you and bent down to be level with your face, his pupils blown wide and drool practically spilling out his mouth. “i can forgive you if you let me try out some of that stuff with you?”

he was nothing short of handsy for the rest of the night, flipping you through various positions but his hands never left your full hips for longer than a handful of seconds. Ajax practically had hearts in his eyes every time he blew his load straight against your cervix and made you whimper from the depth and feeling of fullness. his nervousity never quite left, fingertips trembling and brows furrowed, but the unsure nature of his movements was endearing in an odd way. it was a passing thought you couldn’t dwell on with the small vibrator held firmly to your clit at all times.

[le-poofe]

Hello Poofe! Me again! (Srry if I pop into ur ask box too much- I'm a very chatty human-) Anywho I have a question! More of an opinion type! Do you think Grillby likes country music? If so, are there any country artists you think he'd enjoy? Very random question im just curious! Hope u have a fantastic day/night! ^^

This question is something I apparently didn’t know I needed. The second I read this, my neurons fired so hard, it’s like I’ve been waiting for this day. I put it all under the cut~

I grew up with country music Pandora stations as background music all the time at home, and I’ve listened to some for the general vibe when I’ve drawn Grillby/Sansby stuff. But I have yet to actually apply it directly like this. This may be longer/more extensive than you anticipated hehe, lemme crack open my arsenal. For extra flavor, everyone is in cowboy getup and Grillby’s is a saloon now-

Bartender by Lady A jumps out at me for obvious reasons hehe. This feels like something one of the regular npcs would play on the jukebox. Mayhaps Drunk Bun.

Little Bitty by Alan Jackson and similar ones could be a good one. In an au I can picture Snowdin residents having fun doing line dances in the bar. Very rare occurrence to get Grillbz to dance along. And even when you do, he’ll deny he did it. While we’re on Alan Jackson - Chattahhoochee, Tall, Tall Trees, Margaritaville, and It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere also feel fitting

3. Natural Disaster by Zac Brown is a fun juxtaposition to throw at Grillbz’ quiet demeanor. If you’re imagining him singing these, he’d pop off for the duration of the song and go right back to his calm collected self the second it’s over

4. This is a specific pull, but People Are Crazy by Billy Currington sounds like a song for someone talking to Gerson at the bar

5. Wagon Wheel by Darius Rucker is That One Song everybody plays on the bar jukebox, the regulars are sick of it but they can’t help singing along to the chorus

These next ones have less specific imagery to me, but are worth a mention imo 6. Ten Rounds with Jose Cuervo by Tracy Bird

7. Chicken Fried and Knee Deep by Zac Brown Band

8. These Are My People by Rodney Atkins

And while I’m at it, here’s some Sansby ones-

Project by Chase McDaniel is a cowboy au Sans @ Grillby song and you can't convince me otherwise

2. I Need You Now by Lady A is one that I think speaks for itself when you hear it

3. Just a Kiss by Lady A is soft, y’all know that I’m weak for softness

4. Midnight Ride by Orville Peck because it would be a sin to not include Mr. Peck

Mini Category for Zac Brown specifically bc a lot come to mind- 5. Beautiful Drug bc I like it, and there's some good lyrics that relate to fire. I take what I can get

6. As She’s Walking Away - is a cute one, v good for first meeting scenarios.

7. Toes - I see Sans plucking at a guitar and mumbling this one under his breath while looking at Grillby from across the bar. Especially that “my bartender” line, y’all know the one.

8. Free - Say it with me now, soft as fuck

This is by no means an exhaustive list, just what i was able to come up with mostly off the dome. If anyone has their own suggestions, yeet them in the replies

[kannra21]

Pros of moving to Mephisto's mansion (let's say that he let you to suck-up to Diavolo lol, you're still a foolish human tho):

He's rich. The mansion is fucking huge!

It's just him and his little brother- so LOTS of privacy.

No family drama in the house. It's peaceful.

No stressing ab food bc no Beel. The fridge is always full.

New stress unlocked- he wants to eat something you don't want to (you want to eat simple bacon and eggs, he wants to eat Les cuisses de Grenouille wtf?? he thinks you're eating peasant food), so breakfast choice is always uncertain...

You bicker over stupid stuff like TV programs and et cetera. He's crossing his arms and hmphs in attitude. He's so annoying.

Cooking duties? Probably non-existent bc he has lesser demons to take care of it (though it would be kinda hot seeing Mepho in an apron tbh... what's wrong with you? you're thirsting for an idiot sandwich).

His bro is an angel tho, you love him. He called you "mom" by accident and you blushed, but it made Mepho feel some type of way. The thought of playing house, it's just too cute.

At first you hate him, but then you realize he's cranky and gloomy not bc of you, but bc of the back pain from sitting in his goddamn office all day and stressing himself out. If you offer him a back massage, he will change his opinion on you very quickly. In fact, he actually starts liking you more.

The longer you live with them, the more you learn about their everyday life and routine. Him and his bro have a habit of roasting marshmallows by the fire at night, Mephisto plays guitar or tells him stories. Sometimes they play fight and you warn him to go easy on his sibling. Mepho shows you canines and tells you what they're doing is perfectly natural bc it's important for a demon child's growth. He supports him in any kind of rough play. That's the way he was raised too. "Even a horse is choosing a strong, dominant owner he can depend on." You realize purebred demons are wilder than fallen angels. Fallen angels will never be real demons, in his theory. He's also prejudiced against humans bc of the whole power dynamic with pacts. But you're nice, so he doesn't mind you.

If you like Diavolo, congrats, you'll spend as much time with him as you want. Bc they're friends and he'll drag you everywhere with him.

Will spoil you rotten, but only if you behave... he's not so bad.

Will walk around the mansion shirtless just to mess with you. Bro doesn't understand why MC is so flustered for no reason. You tell him it's just a common cold, you go make some tea.

You prank him to take your revenge, like touching his bare neck with your ice-cold hands. You realize that he has a cute lady-like scream and you can't stop laughing. He gets grumpy and traps you in a big, tight hug to annoy you. You don't mind being held by him. Your confession made him melt.

One day you're lying in bed together, tangled in each other's limbs, talking. He says he loves you and that no rare version of Demonus could ever replace that feeling. If you ever decide to be with someone else, he'll understand, bc he behaved very badly towards you. He doesn't expect you to accept his apology bc he doesn't want your pity. He's a man, he's prideful, he has an image to maintain. But you're not pitying him. Being able to admit one's mistakes is an admirable trait. That's why you decide to give it a chance.

He wakes up and smells blood. He's panicking and asks you if you're OK, but you tell him you're on your period and that your stomach is hurting. The dude was almost in tears, shame on you. Goes to the pad's aisle and asks you what pussy size you wear. Now don't underestimate him, he's a very educated man. However, he grew up in a man's household and his mother never rly talked ab it, so it went over his head. Woman near him is holding her sides and laughing. He doesn't mind her, he thinks she's drunk or something. Buys everything from sanitary products, to painkillers, to chocolates. "Baby I'm coming home, just hang on for a bit!" He's afraid you're in danger of serious bloodloss. You facepalm. At least he's funny.

Before visiting his horses, he lectured you for the millionth time and gave you a long list of precautions, bc he doesn't want anything to happen to you or his horses. Yes, he's annoying, but that's bc he cares too much. He's not leaving any room for mistakes. These horses are huge and trust him when he tells you that they can hurt you. Long story short, they accepted you right away.

He gets overprotective of you when you talk with the brothers at RAD. Mammon won't take it well. He'll initiate a fight and Mepho won't hold back, so you have to interfere to stop the whole ruckus. And ofc they're annoyed bc "Why's he acting weird? He used to hate MC." He doesn't care about their confused looks, he cares that you arrive to your classes on time and that they don't pose a distraction to you. You assure him that they're your beloved boys you used to live with at HOL and that you have some catching up to do. He respects your decision and leaves you alone, bc he trusts you.

Although he loves private time with you, pls don't visit him too often in his office. He wants you to concentrate on your education and he wants you to pass those tests. It's not a problem, he'll spend his time with you at home.

He has a need to mark your neck or whatever part of your body that's visible to the outside world. It's primal, it's something that demons like to do. You don't want painful bruises all over your body so you suggest a pact as your best solution. He agrees, that's how you bonded to each other.

You enjoy Seductive speechcraft a little too much these days. You're taking it outside the classroom and people are either happy or upset about it. It's not your fault that your man radiates with such confidence and charisma.

He likes holding hands with you in public or even kissing, he hopes Lucifer is seeing it and secretly dying inside

You love and hate Mephisto. He's straightforward, bold and daring. Which can be rude and flattering at the same time. He wants you, and he wants others to know that they can't have you.

He wants to take you out to a nice restaurant so he suggests you put on your best outfit for the night. He even dressed his bro and gave him a cute little bow tie. It was the most adorable sight, you needed to take pictures. However, when Mephisto came out of the corner dressed in a three-piece suit which consists of a maroon blazer, black dress pants and a waistcoat of similar color that is paired with white dress shirt underneath, embedded with a golden tie bar clipped onto his black tie, it left you speechless. He stared at you too, you chose a nice black dress that flattered your figure and looked very elegant on you. You couldn't rly flirt since the kid was there so you just complimented each other. On your walk towards your location, Mephisto held his brother's hand or sometimes allowed him to sit on his shoulders (he's doting on him too much). They talked and laughed about random stuff and your eyes softened. You knew that he has a soft spot for kids, he looked like he could make for a good daddy someday. Your embarrassing thoughts got interrupted by him offering his hand to you, which you gladly took.

There are days where you play with his bro and spoil him more often than not. He's your son now. OK, Luke will always remain your no.1 son, but he has the honors of being your no.2 if that makes any sense. Mephisto is jealous of his own brother lol. You suggest your two sons meet and play together, but Mephisto is still sceptical of the angels. He doesn't trust them easily. You assure him that he has lots of things to learn from Luke and that he'd be a positive influence on him. He trusts you, as always.

People notice he's less cranky than he used to be. And all because of you. You're still bickering over stupid stuff tho. He'll kiss you to make up for it.

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 3

Propaganda:

Gene -

"Has a special interest in film and almost works himself to death because he doesn't think his film is as perfect as he wants it to be. He completely botches a project on purpose, an action blockbuster, because he felt like it wasn't respecting the thing he loves the most."

Kei -

"It was the scene in which Makoto and Nao discover that he was able to stuff so many wild plants into his bookbag bc there was literally nothing in it that sold it for me. I can't put it into words. I just see that and I know. I know that boy is autistic."

Arthur -

"His powers are literally fueled by his special interest in knights and chivalry."

Euini -

"I relate a lot to his social anxiety, especially his performance anxiety that occurs when he's being watched by people, particularly due to his stress at needing to follow the plan/do things the "proper" way in order to not feel like he's a failure. he also stands like a lil autistic kid and i appreciate him so much for that.

(LIGHT SPOILERS) basically, he has a test that he needs to take in order to advance as a witch, and he keeps failing it because he cant perform properly while being watched by other people, even though he knows the "right" spells to use and why he's supposed to use them. on his third attempt of the test, he's prepared a "script" to use so that he can follow it and not worry about failing in the moment (in this case, his script is a hand-written book of the proper spells to use and the order in which he's supposed to use them), but when a part of the exam changes, he's no longer able to follow his script. because he's been taught all his life that there's only one proper way of doing things, his way of thinking is very rigid and he's not able to deviate from his plan without panicking. luckily, one of his fellow examinees (richeh from the autistic anime girls poll 💕) is able to convince him to try and change the way that he does things to something that is more attuned to his personal needs- basically change the way that he casts his spells and which spells to use so that he doesn't need to struggle with doing things in the way that everyone says that he should; the way that he cant seem to manage. but, even before richeh helped him with that though, he was still finding way to modify the "proper" spells a little bit to better suit his weaknesses. he was trying so hard to fit in to the mold that witch society gave him, but it just wasnt right for him and he was making it work however he could."

Westar -

"something something Westar's entire character is an anomaly amongst the other denizens of Labyrinth in that he's a big goofball in a world where everything is dictated to the extreme by its ruler. if that's not an autism metaphor of some kind I don't know what is."

Sousuke -

"Sousuke Sagara is an ex-child soldier turned teenage special ops who has to go undercover at a high school to discreetly bodyguard another student. The only problem is that he has no IDEA how to act like a "normal" teenager. Sure, you can say that a lot of his mannerisms come from the whole "raised as a child soldier" thing which, fair, you could make a decent case for (C)PTSD. However, he's also extremely serious and has notorious flat affect and does not understand when other people are joking at all. He's incredibly literal; there's several scenes where he misinterprets what someone says, like the time he asked the art teacher what a model was supposed to do and got a rambling flowery metaphorical response about "becoming one with nature" so he ran off to hide in the woods. Another thing, his social skills are… lackluster at best. He's very blunt, and also a terrible liar for an undercover agent, when the student in question confronted him his strategy was to repeat the same phrase over and over again. One time he's challenged to see if he can pick up any girls, and after a brief misunderstanding his "improved" flirting tactic was to jump in front of them and say "Hi! Would you like to know the names of defense agency spies?" Speaking of, Sousuke has an obvious special interest in the military tech and giant robots he works with. He reads their magazines for fun and was able to rattle off the specs for a model Russian tank. The first time he actually looks happy is when he accidentally starts infodumping in front of the class while introducing himself. One time he got distracted on a mission (and need I remind you, Sousuke takes his job VERY seriously) because he found someone who was also interested in the giant robots and got into a full-on conversation with them and completely forgot what he was doing. It is IMPOSSIBLE to read this boy as allistic. And sure, he might be a little stiff, but he's also very caring in his own awkward way. One time he gave a girl flowers as an apology gift…because they were poppies and he told the girl she could get rich by selling opium on the black market. The "picking up girls" challenge mentioned earlier ended with him helping a grandmother pick out a toy for her grandson. He agreed to pretend to be someone's boyfriend for a day (it went exactly how you'd expect, but it's the thought that counts). In conclusion: stan Sousuke Sagara. and vote for him too."

Katsuhira -

"His entire thing over the course of the entire show is that he doesn't feel pain or emotions like other people. He isn't 'interested in himself' or other people (low empathy) and doesn't realize that the things that happen to/because of him do effect other people, he doesn't realize when people have a crush on him or want to be friends, and all of this is stuff he kinda comes to realize as the show progresses. He struggles to care for himself physically because of the lack of physical and emotional input he experiences, and his friends canonically often cook for him and have to remind him to eat, and is a bit picky about what he eats. He cannot read social cues to save his life and is very blunt and honest when communicating with others, and doesn't talk with much tone or emotion in his voice."

John -

"Is very loud and passionate and says everything he thinks out loud, not understanding why others may see that as weird. Has difficulty controlling his volume, so he's almost always shouting."

Yuuri -

"So he models his entire life around the first celebrity he gets a crush on. He's takes up that celebrity's hobby, he gets the same kind of dog that his crush has, and he definitely has his bedroom wallpaper with his crush's face. But then, he actually meets his crush. And his crush likes him back. Naturally he panics over this and proceeds to deny it for months until his crush straight up kisses him. Then like a day later, he just, buys a ring and proposed to his crush on the spot. He's the guy ever. He's so socially awkward, yet somehow still incredibly cocky."

Yoshimori -

"Baking special interest but does Not Get math my beloved."