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piratefishmama · 9 months

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Fake it till you make it | Part 10

Eddie declined the invitation to stay for dinner that evening, politely of course, and genuinely solemn in his refusal. He would have actually liked to stay, the Harringtons weren’t… bad. They weren’t bad. As baffling as that notion was, they weren’t bad, but Eddie had dinner with Wayne every night. It was part of their routine, had been since his freshman year of Highschool and continued to be even now when they could see each other a lot more now that he wasn’t in Highschool anymore.

It'd always been the only time during the day where he’d be able to see Wayne before he went to work. A time where they could catch up, Wayne could ask him about school, now it was about the band, or if he’d had any luck finding an actual job, or if he’d heard any new gossip.

Wayne loved a bit of gossip. Quiet as he may have been, he soaked up gossip like a sponge because nobody ever expected him to be actually listening to the conversations they had around him.

What the Harringtons were actually like, he’d be on the edge of his seat waiting for that bit of juice. Metaphorically of course, Wayne was always the picture of calm indifference whenever he asked about the gossip, like it wasn’t deep down his life blood.

They had pretty solid excuses to not see each other for the rest of that week though.

Eddie had band practice, Steve had work, they’d ‘see each other’ in between where the parents couldn’t see and the only phone call that needed to happen between meet the parents day, and the day they left, was the night before to arrange the time when he ought to arrive back at the house with Uncle Wayne in tow.

It was… heaven, actually.

In Steve’s case anyway, that week, leading up to the week away? Bliss. Complete and utter bliss.

His parents were happy with him, they weren’t trying to introduce him to anyone, weren’t bothering him, sure they asked a couple of times if Eddie would be coming by, offering an open invite for dinner again, but they didn’t mind when Steve gave them the same excuse of he’s having dinner with Wayne!

The only issue he had was Robin and her teasing little “you made out with Eddie Munson” sing song she brought out at random while working together midway through the week, and no amount of “it was PRACTICE” would shut her up.

“I just can’t believe it!” She’d said while they were stocking shelves “you, Steve Harrington, Keg King, ruler of the jocks—”

“Ex, Robin, ex-king, pretty sure I haven’t been king of anything in years now” he’d shed that title. Let it fly free to land on a douchebag who wanted it more.

“Okay but still, lord of the jocks, with Eddie. King of the nerds.”

“And why is that so weird?” Why was she acting as if it were actually real? As if she hadn’t been there when Dustin had suggested the faux relationship.

“I didn’t think he’d be your type!”

“He’s not” the only real issue he had, was that maybe that wasn’t actually… completely, strictly... true, as he was rapidly beginning to realise.

And Robin knew it, if her scoffed little “ch’yeah OK, an I’m not a lesbian.” Was anything to go by. She let it go though.

She let it go because the chime above the door rang alerting them to customers, and their day continued on as normal.

Their week continued on as normal, with a brief appearance of the kids on the Thursday evening to try and sneak an R rated movie by him for a sleepover at the Wheeler’s but they didn’t get very far.

They took the Goonies despite Dustin’s very loud complaints about having seen it five times already and that he wasn’t going to do the truffle shuffle again, so don’t anyone ask him to do it, only to immediately lose all the wind in his very serious sails when Jane mentioned she’d yet to see him do it.

Friday was uneventful save for the phone call with Eddie the night before.

And then It was Saturday, and he was watching an old pick up pull up to a stop out front, watching Wayne Munson, in his well-worn jeans covered in dust, work boots, and flannel climb out of the truck. He may have been up all night working, but he was awake, alert, and he even grabbed Eddie’s bags out of the truck for him while Eddie sorted out his carryables.

A gym bag that’d never been used for gym full of… well, Steve didn’t know but it looked heavy, and a guitar case that looked fit for an acoustic rather than the beauty hung over the mirror in Eddie’s bedroom.

Steve rose to his feet and poked his head back through the front door to yell “The Munsons are here!” Before making his way down the drive to greet them halfway, taking Eddie’s suitcase from Wayne to put it by the door with the rest of their things with a friendly “morning, sir! How was your shift last night?”

“Exhaustin, an boy I told you over the phone, it’s just Wayne.”

“I know I just… have this, memory issue, bopped on the head a couple’a times, so you’re just gonna have to keep reminding me.” It earned a chuckle from the man and a gentle pat to his shoulder, and then Eddie was there, a bundle of energy dressed in a band tee with the sleeves chopped off and ripped black jeans, a buffalo check flannel wrapped and tied around his slim waist to complete ‘the look’. His hair wild and free as usual. “Eddie, you uh… you clean up nice…”

The smile was replaced with a look of surprise, Eddie doing a quick once over of himself as if he hadn’t actually— “I do? I didn’t—well I wasn’t trying to I mean—” tried to look good. He just naturally looked good. Of course, he just naturally looked good, the bastard.

“Guess it’s just a you thing then. Looking good I mean.” So smooth, but it worked. Eddie actually looked frozen in place, like a wire had just decided enough was enough and shorted out. It recovered quickly enough though, allowing Eddie to cutely hide behind his own hair, cheeks a pretty pink, dimpled by his bashful smile.

“Guess games on then huh, boys?” Wayne spoke through an amused chuckle, before turning his attention to the two adults who appeared in the doorway, both in… surprisingly relaxed attire.

When Wayne pictured the Harringtons, and he had once or twice when he’d overheard them being mentioned in town, he’d always kind of pictured two highly manicured people, pencil skirts, blazers, pressed slacks, polo shirts and pastel colours. Nothing old, nothing well worn, everything looking like it’d only just come off the rack and dry clean only.

Lynda however, in her red house socks, soft, dark brown, woollen skirt resting just below her knees, and baby-pink sweater tucked into her skirt, looked comfortable. And John was wearing something Wayne probably would have worn himself! Jeans and a simple dark blue button down shirt.

The only ‘manicured’ thing about them was that John was clean shaven, and Lynda’s honey brown hair looked freshly blown out. She wasn’t even wearing makeup, he felt like he’d stepped into some alternate reality where rich people were normal folk. “Mr Munson” John greeted as he stepped out of the house, hand extended which Wayne took to give a firm shake then released. “I see our boys are in a world of their own.” Wayne turned back to them as if to check and yep, they’d begun loading Eddie’s things into the Lincoln… slowly. Matching smiles on their faces as they talked about… god only knows what.

Damn scheme would make idiots out of the both of them. “Seems like.”

“Why don’t you come on inside and have a coffee, let the boys load everything up.” Well, he wasn’t going to turn down whatever fancy shit the Harringtons had in their cupboards, was he?

“Don’t mind if I do, might wake me up some.” And he was inside. The damn hallway looked bigger than his whole trailer for a moment. But no, it couldn’t be, it was just… long, and felt emptier without knick-knacks or pictures lining the walls. It was clean though, not even a hint of dust. “So… Steve lives here on his own while you two are away?”

“It wasn’t ideal” Lynda admitted softly “but Steven had to finish school so we couldn’t take him with us, and well, after that he was old enough to take care of himself. We keep in touch the best we can” calls were occasional, and they dropped in from time to time, but Steve was an adult now. It wasn’t like he was still a child.

He could probably move out if he wanted to. It wasn’t like he didn’t have access to the trust fund yet. It was his! He just hadn’t touched it yet, worked for his money, was clearly saving the fund for something more important.

“And the boys…” Wayne began once they reached the kitchen, a room full of mahogany and marble, John already there setting the coffee maker, everything pristine. Steve kept the whole place spotless, all on his own. Could be as supportive as they wanted, there was no excuse for leaving that boy all on his own for so damn long. “You don’t mind them bein… themselves around you? Now I've walked in on them up to all kinds'a nonsense, in a total world'a their own. They’re kinda touchy an they ain’t about to be like some bashful damsels actin shy with each other, they’re both men, an you supportin that means they’ll assume it’s okay to be who they are around you.”

Even though Wayne knew they weren’t actually a couple, he saw them, he saw their chemistry, he saw how Steve looked at his nephew, and he knew, he knew Eddie had had his fair share of mole related crisis’s over the years being in Steve’s vicinity in school.

There was no way they’d come out of this cleanly. Either of them. No drawn out fake date scheme ever ended cleanly.

“Boys will be boys.” Lynda chirped as if she wasnt even the slightest bit surprised, huh. “The chalet is quite large, Mr. Munson—”

“Wayne, please, ma’am.”

“Then, Lynda, if you please, Wayne” he gave her a curt nod “as I was saying, the chalet is large, there’s plenty of places for them to hide away, and I know Steven knows all of them. We used to play hide and seek when he was little, we almost had the police out searching for him once or twice, so I know he knows where to go if he wants a little privacy. We don’t expect them to be… chaste, our son is—” she paused, then looked to John with a slight scrunch in her nose.

“A slut.” Wayne was glad he wasn’t drinking anything yet because it’d have been all over the floor as he choked on his own saliva. John so nonchalant with how he said it. “We were all young once, Wayne and he’s no innocent child. Now I don’t know Eddie, but if I know my son…” and he liked to think he did, at least a little. “With what I saw the other day... i'm not surprised that they've already rounded a few bases.” A fair assessment. Their chemistry was off the charts. “How’d you take your coffee, Wayne?”

“And that ain’t an issue to you? Just black’s fine.” He was handed a mug filled with black coffee, clean, black porcelain, plain. Nothing fun about it. He still kind of wanted to take it home to add to the collection, the rare ‘expensive house, rich family’ mug.

“Not really no. As long as they're staying safe. The world is changing outside of Hawkins, and when you own a business you either change with it or get left behind.” A solid business stance, Wayne couldn’t argue with that but… if it was just for business then—

Lynda placed a hand on her husbands’ arm, offering a warm smile that reminded him a lot of Steve, that boy got a lot of his softness from his mother it seemed. “Eddie is delightful, a little quirky, looks a little different to the people we usually find in our home, but… if he can make our son look that happy just by being here, well… even if we wanted to stand in the way of it, which we don’t… I don’t believe we could. Steven is an adult now, and we can either support him in his decisions, or lose him.” Those were the options. Support him, or Steve would inevitably find his own way. “We may not be around as often as we’d like, we may have missed a lot of him growing up… but we would still rather support him than lose him. People like them… they deserve to be happy too, don’t you think?”

Wayne took a sip of his coffee, damn near groaned at the rich taste of quality grounds, both in love of the taste, and in mourning of what he'd only have once, but nodded his head in agreement. Approval. “Couldn’t have said it better myself. The peace an quiet at the trailer’s gonna be real strange.” He was giving his go ahead. “But… I suppose I can let him go on ahead with you.”

Eddie could go and he wouldn’t stop him. Although the chief would know where Eddie was, just in case he mysteriously disappeared, as terrifying as that thought was. As sobering and... mind changing, as that thought was.

No, Eddie would be fine. He'd be okay.

“Wonderful!” Lynda cheered, as if Eddie really was welcome among them. “So… has Eddie ever been on a plane before?”

Part 12

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #yeah aint no rich person road tripping to canada from indiana #absolutely not

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bones4thecats · 4 months

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hii,

can u please write a scenario where reader bombs ruggie with kisses and compliments when they saw him in his spell drive clothes for the first time? Also loudly cheering him up during the game (#1 fan) <3

a small bonus pls: (after the game) reader pullling him away somewhere where no one can see them both and starts making out with him a lil bit ( juuuust a little bit spicy)

i hope this isnt to much but can u make reader flirty and shameless please.

(does this make sense?)

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Ruggie Bucchi Name: Ruggie with an S/O that loudly cheers at his first Spelldrive game Requester: Anonymous

A/N: If my memory serves me right, this would be my first Ruggie piece, so he may end up being slightly out of character! And, just as a note to those who have not yet read my announcement, I am going to be working on my Tokyo Revengers poll pieces until this Saturday. So, the requests will be opened sometime afterwards.

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🍩 When Ruggie and you first started your relationship, you would randomly run up to him and gift him with kisses and hugs, making him flush and chuckle at your reactions

🍩 And this year, they were getting new Spelldrive uniforms, since some of the older ones has become far to rough for the players to work in

🍩 Once the uniforms were delivered and washed, Ruggie and the team dressed in them for their first game of the year, unaware of the urges you would be consumed by

🍩 He smirked as he looked in the mirror of his locker, and he looked behind him as he heard the familiar sound of Leona's scoff

" Why are 'ya staring at yourself so much? Worried Y/N's gonna be embarrassed or somethin'? " " Oh far from that, I just wanna look my best. Who knows what they'll be thinking? Shishishi~ "

🍩 Leona rolled his eyes as the hyena-beastman walked out of the locker room and towards the entrance for the team, and once he caught sight of you in the stands, his tail began swaying

🍩 You were running your eyes everywhere, and once the announcer began their small rant about the sport and the previous season, you grit your teeth lightly as Royal Sword Academy's team was announced onto the field

🍩 But, once the familiar sound of Night Raven College's name rang out, you jumped up and began to cheer with your fellow students, Yuu and Grim were cheering with you, and also trying to calm you down

🍩 Ruggie smirked as he and his fellow teammates rolled onto the field to make their plan for defense and offense, his eyes wandering over the stands as their rivals took their places

🍩 When the whistle rang, he jumped right into action, and your eyes couldn't stay off of the man you were greatfull to call yours

🍩 Yuu smiled as you would cheer loudly for Ruggie's points, making Leona glare at you as the hyena would lose concentration from their gatherings to think of their next moves for the following quarter

🍩 Grim was getting more aggressive with his words as the game commenced, and because of this, you and Yuu had to hold the small beast away from releasing a blast of blue flames onto the field at the head of RSA's team

🍩 Once the game finished with NRC's victory and RSA's defeat, you ran down the stands with your two friends trying to catch up with you during your burst of energy

🍩 One thing was on your mind; Ruggie

🍩 You needed to congratulate him, and comment about how beautiful he looked in his uniform

" Ruggie! " " Dandelion! "

🍩 Grabbing his hand, you pulled him away from the exit and into the nearby hallway, one that was normally never occupied after a game, since the players just wanted to clean up and go back to their dorms for the night

🍩 Ruggie smirked as you backed up against a wall while holding his arms, gliding your hands up and down his thin, yet-muscular arms, a light amount of sweat layering the soft skin delicately

" You were amazing out there, my dear. "

🍩 The beastman smirked as your hands ran up his arms and behind his neck to grip his hair, his ears now falling back in pleasure, the feeling of your hands gripping his hair made shivers down his spine, all the straining muscles on the way loosening as you whispered in his ears

" The way you pulled that disc away with your magic was very enticing, I must say. And how your eyes narrowed with concentration was so... nice. "

🍩 He smirked, his small fangs shimmering with his cloudy blue eyes, great seven, when your voice was lowered like this it drove him crazy! He felt like he was losing control of his own body as his eyes drifted towards your lips

🍩 You chuckled lowly as you locked your lips onto his, and as each slow second passed, your minds began to darken with thoughts, but, before you could act upon said thoughts, a cough made you guys turn around

" Really? Ruggie get clean, great sevens this is nastier than Cheka's constant clinging... "

🍩 As Leona walked away with his ears down underneath his jacket's hood, you and Ruggie looked at one another and laughed, what a funny way to end a night, huh?

#Twisted Wonderland #Twst #Savanaclaw #Night Raven College #NRC #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Twst x Reader #Savanaclaw x Reader #Night Raven College x Reader #NRC x Reader #S/O! Reader #GN! Reader #Ruggie Bucchi #Ruggie Bucchi x Reader

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acrux-jr · 6 months

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Meeting Abby -

(Extension of Carousel - prequel)

Summary: What Mike didn't know was the two of you had already met, and Abby wholeheartedly approved.

Word count: 2.3k

Tags: pre-established relationship, fluff, dates

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This was your 3rd date since the carousel meeting. Mike was still well Mike, the more quiet, nonchalant, and tired type.

Mike really was interested in you but his mannerisms did leave you questioning if he did or of he was trying to get a quick fuck.

The two of you sat at the diner, it was 1 in the morning. It was an odd ass hour to have a date but Mike said it was because of his work hours. Though there was a tinge of fear that maybe you were a side chick or he was trying to land some action.

You were wide awake, you had a nap after class so the sleep wasn't creeping on you but it was slowly on Mike.

Every so often he would nod off and blink himself awake, hoping you wouldn't know; you did.

"Do you want to schedule this for another time?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head 'no.'

"You look tired Mike."

He liked it when you said his name, and showed concern.

"S fine. I have a semi-normal shift tomorrow."

"Then you should be sleeping then. I don't mind waiting. "

Mike didn't want to say so he shrugged instead. "S fine," he repeated.

You gave a sigh but nodded. You noticed the book by. "What's the title?" You asked, cutting the country fried steak to eat.

"Oh um it's called dream theory. It's … hmm.. it's about how every single thing we see is stored in our brain in like this deep vault and dreaming subconsciously unlock those tiny details."

"Hmm. I think I've something similar to the whole we remember everything subconsciously but I never really looked into it. Though I guess it could explain my art."

"Your art?"

"Yeah about half my paintings are landscapes, but I don't really remember any of those places when I was too small. Like um when we went to see snow the 3rd time around when I was a little older and able to grasp some things, I remember I dreamt this oasis of cold in the redwood forest, a tree had fallen down and was mostly covered but some red was showing. Anyway, I dreamt it but don't remember the actual day, just that one scene and when I painted it my mom was shocked I even remembered that specific place. I was still small, she even showed me pictures."

"What made it stick out that you mom knew it was the place you guys went too?"

"Oh um hehe yeah, there was this small grave with flowers on it. It was in the painting as well."

"How old were you?"

"Maybe anywhere from 3 to 5."

"And you remember that detail."

"I'm assuming so, the picture my mom showed was when I was like 1 but we revisited again about that age range. There were no pictures at that spot again because of the grave. We recently started going again and I leave flowers."

"That's nice, I mean to leave flowers for someone you don't really know."

"Yeah, I guess. It was such a lonely place for a grave though so I guess maybe that's why I leave flowers, so they're spirits can know someone else enjoys that spot too. They must have really loved it to be buried there."

"You believe in spirits and the afterlife and all that?"

You hesitated, "I don't know. Do you?"

"Maybe," was his short reply. The conversation came to a stop as the two of you ate quietly.

Glancing at the time, you say it was 1:30 a.m. now.

You quickly finish as Mike finishes his. "Come on l, get up." You leave $25 on the table for the food and tip. Mike protests but still allows himself to get dragged away.

The moon is full, and the asphalt is wet from the earlier rain. You jump on the bed of the small beat pick up truck, patting the seat next to you. Mike took the offer and sat next to you.

With the dead of night and few lights, the two of you stargaze. Mike listens as you ramble on and on about the constellations, giving a nodded and humm of acknowledgment to show he's following along.

He looked at you. As you talked and talked, he loved how your hair frames your face, or how he noticed you fret about your mascara even now and then especially if you laughed a little too hard you'd cry a bit, he liked how passionate you got, and he really liked how kind you were.

While he would get praised for taking care of his sister from strangers, for being kind and self-less. He still felt selfish in a way.

He looked at your headband, shiny black and small. Abby popped into his mind. He knew that after texting for a day he was already too deep to let this be a fling.

It became silent after you were done listing the constellations, now just appreciating the night.

Mike cleared his throat to talk, and you turned your attention to him.

"Would…," he breathed out, "would you want to meet my little sister Abby?"

Your eyes widened in shock. While Mike didn't say much, he said even less about his sister. Another reason why you thought this was maybe just a fling, or trial run before he really got out there.

You opened your mom to speak but nothing came out.

Mike sighed and got up. "It's fine. I gotta go-," "Wait!"

Mike stared as you went up, "I wanna meet her! I do, really. It's just I was shocked since you've never like well talk about her."

Mike stared at you still not really knowing what to say. "Look Mike. What do you want out of this? Before asking if I wanted to meet your sister I was kind of getting the impression this was like a fling. And I'm not really interested in a fling right now."

"Oh."

"Oh?" You questioned.

"Well what made you think this was a fling?"

Mike looked down, not really wanting to look you in the eyes. "I don't know, I just got the feeling you weren't too interested. Mike, well we've only been together for about 3 dat3s. I genuinely can't recall anything you like or dislike or memories you've shared. Even when I text you it feels a bit one-sided."

"Oh."

You hummed as you continued to look at the stars, giving Mike some time to collect his thoughts.

"I'm not really a big talker if you haven't noticed. To be honest, I like to listen to you talk. You have a nice voice."

"Okay."

He gave you a look, "Okay?"

"Okay I can work with that. I just needed to know if it was disinterest or if that's just how you are."

"So it's fine? If I don't speak a lot most of the time."

"I guess we'll find out together, but between you and me I like that whole stoic, "bad boy" look / attitude you have."

Mike laughed and smirked. "Bad boy?"

"Mike every now and then you look like a genuine degenerate."

Mike raised his eyebrow. He closed the distance between the two of you. "Yeah? Isn't that what you like though." He whispered before he gave you a chaste kiss.

You blushed and gave a small laugh. "Yes, yes I do."

You brought out your phone and the time read 2:30 a.m.

"What time do you have work?"

"11 a.m. to 5 p.m."

"Mike!"

He had an amused look on his face, "What?"

"Oh my god! Go home already you have work in less than 12 hours ! You still have to sleep!"

"Don't sleep much to be honest." You huffed air out of your nose.

"Well you should."

Mike grinned, and he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "I like the color green."

You smiled back. "Green? Hmm…"

"Hmmm… what?"

"It fits you."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah of course, green is a very strong but soothing color."

"It is."

The two of you sat in silence before Mike's phone rang. He looked at it and rolled his eyes.

"Hello. Yeah. Yeah, got it. Okay I'm on my way."

He gave a sigh, "Sorry that was my aunt. I asked her to babysit but I guess something came up at her place."

"Oh okay that's fine. Text me when you get home so I know you made home safe."

He gave a tired smile, "Isn't that my line to you?"

"It would be if you weren't running on minimal sleep."

"Fair enough. But text me too okay, in case I forgot while talking to my aunt or you get home first."

You gave a nod and he gave you another chaste kiss. You blushed again, and smiled. He hopped off the truck and waved bye. You waved as he left the parking lot in his beat up car.

You rushed inside your car and towards home, excited to tell your friends everything.

With texts of 'I'm home,' and 'goodnight' s, the two of you feel asleep dreaming of each other.

A week had passed before Mike brought up meeting Abby again. This date was way earlier and on his day off.

"Do you think she'll like me?"

Mike paused. "I'm not sure to be honest. Not ! Not that you're unlikable or anything like that! She's just a timid kid, hell she barely likes me."

"I'm sure she likes you Mike."

"Yeah well you haven't met her," he grumbled.

You gave an amused look but relented. "So she gets out in an hour right?"

Mike nodded.

"Okay and you said she likes art right? To draw and such?"

Mike nodded again. "Okay, perfect. I'll be back here at 3!"

As you started to slide out the booth, Mike stared at you confused. "Wait where are you going?"

"Don't worry I'll be back." You practically dash out the door to your car.

Mike gave a frustrated sigh and got up after paying the bill. 'I guess I'll just have to wait until 3 too then.' He ran a hand through his curly hair and hopped in his car.

Mike parked at the diner, looking back at Abby. "Okay we're gonna meet a friend of mine okay Abs?"

Abby furrowed her brows, "Your girlfriend?"

Mike nodded. Abby stayed silent. He got out of the car as did she. He held her hand as they entered, he spotted you immediately.

You h/c shining from the sun, you were drinking water while reading a book. Lost in your own world Mike cleared his throat. You looked up at him and then down at the little girl.

Abby recognized you as you recognized her. "Hi!”

Before you could get another word in, Abby motioned you forward. You raised an eyebrow towards who gave a shrug reply but you went with her request.

“Don't tell Mike about Mr. Bunny.” She said in a hushed whisper.

You stared at her then at Mike and then at her again. “Okay. Got it. But why?”

Abby looked at Mike, shoved him slightly to get away from their secrets. She cupped her hand, “Because I want to have a secret between us. I like you, you gave my Mr. Bunny when you didn't have to.”

You gave a warm smile, “ Okay deal. Pinky promise, and seal the deal.”

As you pinky crossed and thumbs stamped together, Mike gave you an expectant look.

Abby slid in across from you and Mike sat next to her.

“What?” He rolled his eyes.

“What were you two whispering about?”

“It's a secret!” Shouted Abby.

Mike looked at you again. “Sorry can't see, those are the secret rules and it's backed by a stamped pink promise. You'll never know.” You have a sad look and shrugg. Abby laughed at your expression and Mike shook his head.

“Well I guess it can't be helped.” You and Abby nodded.

You remembered a thought, “Oh yeah!” You rummaged through your bag and got the present for Abby you bought.

“Here you go Abby. It's a sketchbook for your private drawings.”

“Private drawings?” She turned her head to the side.

You smiled at her, “Yeah, drawings for yourself. I have a lot of them that I don't wanna share because they're private and for me.”

“You draw!”

You nodded and hummed. “Can you draw me something?”

“Uh sure. Is it fine if it's in your book?”

She nodded vigorously. “Okay what do you want me to draw?”

She pondered the question. “Oh! A bunny!”

“A bunny? Hmm okay like a realistic bunny or a cartoon?”

“Cartoon.”

“Yeah sure.”

Mike smiled. “Yeah she's been obsessed with bunny's after some girl won one and gave it to her instead.”

You fought off the smile as you drew, and Abby giggled. Mike gave her a questioning look but all Abby did was stick out her tongue, which Mike did back, only for a split second though.

Mike and Abby watched as you sketched out the cartoon bunny, erasing and redoing the line a couple of times. You finished the outline as food came, Mike ate and watched as you stuck your tongue out slightly finishing up the little details. It had a top hat and a bow.

“Alright Abby, here you go!”

Abby squealed in delight. “Thank you!” She stared are your drawing as she ate, it did resemble Mr. Bunny. Mike noticed that too but thought it was a mere coincidence.

The meal went smoothly, with Abby begging for a shake and Mike giving in. Sitting here, you thought it was nice, maybe something to get accustomed to. In fact, you hoped it was.

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Y'all I can't stop writing im procrastinating 😩 anyway enjoy!!

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wrotelovelytears · 1 year

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Nymph on the track

Literally don't know what I'm doing

‍♀️The 22° does represent a type of death (and y'all can cry about it). Death isn't always the leaving of the physical plane, it could be the active suppression of something that leaves one feeling not complete/whole.

🐍I have this degree on my Moon, and when I tell you people constantly try to make me suppress my emotions AND when I actively do so I don't feel as complete as when I'm being my normally expressive self. It feels like part of me is gone not that I'm physically gone.

‍♀️As someone with a Jupiter in my first house I have no idea where people got this happy go lucky idea from. I've been told countless times I'm more of a realist or even a pessimist at times. And no my Jupiter doesn't have a ton of negative aspects (there's more positive ones).

🐍I believe Jupiter First house is more of a sign of hyper awareness of self (hence the realism) not ignorance.

🐍I am very aware of my limits and literally will not push myself if I know something is pointless.

‍♀️ I've been stuck in a Saturn ruled year/pattern for the past two years and in two years I'll be starting my Saturn return. I no longer like the number two

‍♀️This applies to the doms/venuses of these modialites Cardinals attract people in the same age range. Fixed attract people older. Mutable attract younger.

‍♀️As a Venue square Ascedant I can tell you now, I love the way I look until someone says something negative then I'm mad the rest of the day. In vice versa if someone says something positive that makes my whole day.

‍♀️I've also notice I get a lot of stares outside (regardless of what I wear), yes my Venus is in the 10th house, that might play a larger role in why others perceptions of me impact me so much.

‍♀️Pluto makes people really blunt and forward with you.

‍♀️Just because one has fame degrees it doesn't mean you'll actually be famous. Depending on the signs/planets/houses it's found in

‍♀️Aqua first house traits: Being called "UniQUe", Major rbf, diamond shaped head (yes you got a big head), coming off different than others in the room (if everyone is bubbly, you mean;if everyone is mean, you bubbly), calling people out then being upset about getting attention

‍♀️Aquarius placements might like the whole "-core" idea a lot. I have no idea why (it's literally just regular traits and interests being turned into a personality but that's just me)

‍♀️Having all three modalities in your big three can show you have great intuition. However your mars sign impacts how much you use said intuition.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

‍♀️Sun and Neptune are to intuition while Uranus and Mars are to expedition

‍♀️Despite an empty 11th house I tend to care too much about friends. Then I realized I have a 7th house Mars and North Node, therefore relationships are the focal point of my life. So no the 11th house isn't about friendships completely it's about your broad socialization.

‍‍♀️Having a first and seventh house stellium make you an ambivert. You wanna be around others but on your own terms.

‍♀️7th house NN is completely about using relationships to shape yourself into your best version. It's about experiencing all the social parts of life and learning the lessons that come with it.

‍♀️I might be biased but I've never met a Taurus I (out right) hated. I vibe so well with them (unless they start acting goofy).

‍♀️Having Neptune and Venus heavily impact you can make you idealistic, fluid, and

‍♀️Saturn is the most ghetto planet. I have nothing else to say in this.

‍♀️Heavy Pluto influence makes one seek out others reactions. Not that they're insecure they just love attention (don't even lie about it).

‍♀️That also applies to Scorpios, they do shit just for a reaction. The only case it might be out of some form of insecurity is if paired with Aquarius or Leo.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

‍♀️As Pluto transits Aquarius we might see more people diagnosed with nerve problems and long term illness.

‍♀️Another thing about Pluto in Aqua is the increase in cultish behavior/ organizations, terrorist attacks, and standoffish actions. Like I've seen people become real... racist, classist, sexist etc. Almost like all the behaviors we agreed were gross are now okay.

‍♀️North Node in Aries isn't helping with the lack of sociability. I wouldn't be surprised if people started being more individualistic to the point of isolation.

‍♀️Geminis got big ass ears (better to hear everyone's business with)

‍♀️Gemini kids may be vocal a lot sooner than their peers

🐍May also be more curious than other children

‍♀️Sag kids might really like fixed sign adults. Sag adults on the other hand...

‍♀️I mentioned a lot of Scorpios/Pluto doms may work well/with kids but I've noticed the sister sign Taurus might do just as well and work with kids too.

‍♀️Gemini adults are great with babies/toddlers, older kids not so much (because of similarities in disposition)

⋘ ... ⋙

‍♀️I've seen a lot of memes about kids "suddenly being aware of their surroundings" and the most notable ages that come up are 3,4 and 5 year olds. The magical astrology thing that happens around that age is your first Saturn square. That's why you'll see those kids asking a lot more why and essential questions

‍♀️Y'all gonna be mad, but the Sag/Gemini axis has more.... "familiar" issues than the Cap/Cancer one. I'm sorry I don't make the rules.

‍♀️I'm sorry but having a 5th house stellium is not an indicator of creativity. I've met and seen quite a few that couldn't draw a fucking line if you gave them an outline. They tend to be more gifted in whatever the sign is over their fifth house rather than "creativity" in general.

🐍My mom has a fifth house stellium but can't draw, color OR paint (despite taking plenty of art classes) to save her life. Yet she is an extremely good person with health based and routine problems (isn't a doctor but can easily tell you something a doctor would).

‍♀️The fifth house really can tell your preferences. I don't just mean "intellectual" or "sympathetic", it could also talk about the appearance and disposition of individuals as well.

🐍Gemini over the 5th can indicate the preference for androgynous (presentation, gender, energy) folks. That could be someone who dates gnc/non binary people more than cis or aligned trans folk. Or be with people who don't conform to gender roles (in a societal sense) by having equal masculine and feminine traits.

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

‍♀️I've been wondering when people were going to stop (over) hyping the K *insert literally anything* industry. And I realized it won't be until Neptune is out of Pisces. I made a post a hot minute ago about Korea being specifically the arts being linked to Neptune. And seeing that Neptune in Pisces high key started the globalization (the idea even) of many Korean based arts, it's not going to chill out until Neptune dances its way into Aries.

‍♀️Speaking of Neptune in Aries, we can expect a drastic change in media, the likes and overall expectations of the entertainment industry (that includes physical and digital artists as well). Since more "warish" "rough/hospitable" countries are ruled by Aries we could see the rise of heavy metal, folk (that includes heavy drumming not the more gentle one that's Cancer's domain), and loud, rough music.

🐍We would see a change from fantastical beauty being the standard to people who look like they've seen some shit. There would definitely be a decrease in cosmetic surgery HOWEVER it might also be an increase in steroid usage (everyone wants to look strong).

🐍We could also see more wars, aggression and overthrows during this time. The last time Neptune was in Aries was the mid 1800s. That was a time of government overthrowing, revolts around racial/ethnic inequality (Haitian Revolution, Civil War, Qing dynasty getting jumped, etc etc).

🐍We might actually see true differences made in the world due to this shift.

‍♀️I haven't really seen people talk about Uranus since last year so I just wanted to talk more about what this Taurus and future Gemini transit means.

🐍We have already seen banks and economies crashing. It's only been a few months of Uranus in Taurus and financial stability is looking like a whole joke. While this may not seem big to some or others may be looking forward to this, it's a very big cautionary sign. Since the world does rely on paper/coin currency having banks and whole economies flat line doesn't just mean we'll have some communist revolution, it means we'll have to quickly adapt to a skill base trade or watch the world go up in flames. We could see more wars, famines and disease due to this. I haven't seen anyone touch on the increasing tensions in the world due to the high inflation rates. Yes I mentioned more wars in the Neptune observation but with it corresponding with the current economic instability, yeah. We do have to learn trade/life skills because other things are becoming obsolete.

🐍Another Uranus in Taurus observation is the increased use in technology. You might be confused why this is being mentioned with Uranus and not Pluto, but I'll explain. Taurus is linked to stability and comfort (very similar to the 2nd house), and due to the ease technology gives many folks, it's not surprising we see more and more being used. This leans more into Uranus in Gemini, but AI technology will (for better or worse) become integrated into everyday life. That means communication will change drastically because teachers most likely won't be mostly humans but AI and robotic. Many languages might end up fully dying out by the time Gemini Uranus comes around because no one will be writing and verbalizing them anymore. In the near future I can already tell people will get more lazy in certain aspects leading to a decline in creativity and diversity. Because why should I have to think harder and be uncomfortable when there are things available to do that for me. We could see the rise of more mega cities (think Tokyo) due to human population clustering in certain areas and leaving others. Honestly the thing I can see happening and kinda fear is lack in biodiversity leading to us just cloning to make up for life lost.

‍♀️I said in a previous observation that Aquarius is linked to Nuerodivergence and now I figured out how. It relates more to the "physically visible" ones. I'm taking Tourettes, Epilepsy and Alzheimer's.

(If you learned something new or would just like to support me you can leave a wittle tip via the tip button or one of the links in my masterlist. Kofi: nymphdreams🧸)

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mrsmarinara · 7 months

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NUMBER 5 WITH TREVOR PLEASEEE!!

I honestly can’t count how many requests I got for this specific one lol.

5. “You sent me inappropriate pictures in public.”

You should have known what you were getting into before you entered a relationship with Trevor. The two of you had been friends for years before the two of you ended up solidifying your relationship with him on New Year's Day.

He was hyper and talkative and always found ways to be touching you. Whether it was snuggling on the couch, excessive PDA or simply holding your hand he always made sure his presence was felt by you. This, of course, didn’t change in the least bit when you started your new job.

You worked for the social media team for the LA Kings (which often led to Trevor calling you a traitor). Despite your boyfriend not sharing the Crypto Arena or having any other reason to be there, he still found ways to see you during the day when he wasn’t on a roadie or practicing. Sometimes he would bring you lunch, always bought from somewhere nearby because the one time he made you a sandwich for lunch it was dripping so much that the bread was too soggy to eat. Sometimes it was coffee, which you appreciated when it was a long day but most of the time he just texted you throughout the day.

Today, though, it was radio silence on Trevor’s side. You hadn’t noticed until after lunch when things had begun to slow down. It wasn’t until the hockey players were leaving practice for the day and heading home that you finally received a text from your boyfriend.

You had a mini microphone held out to Tobias as your friend, and fellow social media member, was asking him a question. When it came time to show him a picture on your phone it dinged. You didn’t think much of it, planning on looking at it after this mini interview. However, Tobias cleared his throat as his face turned a light rosy color. When you pulled your phone away in confusion and looked down at it you realized that it was Trevor who had messaged you and somehow you must have accidentally opened it while showing the player in front of you.

You nearly choked on air as you took in the message. There were two messages from your boyfriend.

From: Trev ❤️

When are you getting home I’m lonely and hate entertaining myself.

It was harmless enough but when you scrolled down an image filled the screen. You’re eyes widened as you took in the picture of Trevor holding his hard cock in his hand. You excused yourself from the two other people, you’re friend looked at you confused but Tobias simply couldn’t meet your eyes before you quickly strode down the hall to somewhere more private.

As your eyes scanned the picture some more you couldn’t tell what you were feeling. You were definitely embarrassed that someone you worked with saw the type of message you received even though you knew that realistically you were an adult and this was entirely normal. You also couldn’t deny the warmth that sent its way through your body at the image of Trevor waiting at home for you, thinking of you and ready to have you as soon as you returned.

The phone rang twice before Trevor answered. Before you could even speak he asked, “I’m guessing you got the picture.”

His breathing was heavy but through that, you could hear the cheeky smile on his voice. Even though he couldn’t see you you still rolled your eyes.

“Trevor,” you said, trying to sound stern. “You sent me inappropriate pictures in public.”

“I know,” he said, he groaned after the words left his mouth and that’s when it clicked that he wasn’t just messing with you by sending those pictures.

“You couldn’t wait thirty minutes for me to get off of work and get home?”

“I’m not the one in charge here. Little Trevor is.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculous statement. You wish you could have said that was the first time you heard him refer to his cock as ‘little Trevor’ but it wasn’t.

“Well, Tobias just saw Little Trevor.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting from your boyfriend but laughter wasn’t it. “Maybe it’ll give me a leg up in our game against the Kings tomorrow.”

“I can’t take you seriously,” you said laughing. Of course, Trevor wouldn't think much of another team seeing his nudes. He didn’t take things like that very seriously and you loved that about him.

“I’ll be home soon so please stop playing with ‘Little Trevor’ so that we can have some fun when I get back.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Trevor said, “just hurry up because we both miss you.”

“I’ll make sure to give you both a kiss when I get home.”

Trevor groaned at your words, “you’re gonna be the death of me y/n.”

#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #nhl imagine #my writing #2023 fall prompts

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seuonji · 8 months

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彡 as long as you're here, i can endure it. — yoon jeonghan

—office worker au! desk neighbour jeonghan.

notes ๑ gn!reader. oneshot. alt title: 9-5 jobs suck

genre ๑ fluff to angst.

warnings ๑ smoking (i don’t support smoking but it’s for the plot.)

word count ๑ 1k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

the agonising sound of keyboard clicks, printers printing, and overlapped conversations rang in your ear. overwhelmed, you curled into your arms and let out a distressed exhale. you covered your ears and for a while it was tranquil.

only for a while.

“ynnnn let’s go for a smoke,” your desk neighbour, yoon jeonghan casually tugged at your sleeve without looking away from his screen. one of his hands held his cigarette pack and a lighter. even with the bulk, he was still typing like he normally would. you squinted your eyes at his laid-back nuance but did not have the energy to point out his weird skill.

you took a peek to your screen and it seemed like a good time to take a break anyway so you fulfilled his demands and got up from your seat. you waited and adjusted your clothes, standing beside jeonghan who was finishing up to his goal.

"alright, let's go!" he practically jumped out of his seat after saving his work.

as you reached your designated smoking spot which was just the rooftop of the building, you embraced the breeze that greeted you. you held onto the railings and looked down at the semi-dead street, wishing you were down there catching a taxi that was headed to home.

jeonghan plucked two cigarettes from the pack and positioned one in between your lips. he sparked a flame and lit his cigarette before leaning closer to you. he held your chin and as the tips of your cigarette touched, your cigarette ignited.

“9-5 jobs suck,” you exhaled expressing your disdain for your current life situation. “did someone not warn you beforehand?” jeonghan chuckled before continuing, “i think even pre-schoolers know that.”

“i'm probably just tired of how works getting repetitive," you sighed before turning to him and asking, “how are you holding on?“

“i’m fine, i really don't mind this line of work,” he took another puff, eyes squinted because of the sun targeting his face.

“really? i would've suspected that you'd hate this job more than me."

he seemed taken aback by your statement, "do you know me enough to assume things like that?"

you pouted defeatedly and nodded in agreement. he had a point, your 'relationship' with him had only begun a few months ago and there was only so much you could know about him.

you and jeonghan were the newest employees of the company who had started on the same day. overtime when you started to get comfortable working there, you coincidentally ran into him on the roof. both of you knew you were there for the same reasons.

since then you two have gotten closer. you two would only rely on each other, even occasionally grabbing lunch together on your accord but most of all you two always spent your breaks smoking together.

“just assuming from what i’ve observed so far,” you answered, pinching the smoke in between your fingers.

“you’ve been observing me?” he said cheekily.

“barely,” you sternly say while rolling your eyes.

he was humored by your expression. moving closer, he closed the distance between you and him and leaned on the railing right by you. his shoulder grazed against yours and you jolted at the sudden physical contact but tried to hide your reaction.

you cleared your throat to fill the silence, “so, what do you like about this dreadful 9-5?”

“well...it’s a bit flexible in terms of schedule. the food in the cafeteria sucks though and the people in our unit are kinda incompetent, except for me of course. the air conditioning system is quite good but it gets stuffy at times. another thing, they seriously need to upgrade the machines and technology, the printer keeps jamming on me—“

you softly smacked his arm cutting him off, “you are describing it how a person who hates this job would.”

he sneered as he looked off into the distance as if he was in a movie. he had a slight grin on his face as he truly answered your question,

“i don’t mind this job because i met you in the process."

you were in the middle of taking a drag from your cigarette when he said that. caught off guard by his words, you profusely started to choke on the smoke. “yn? you good??” he worriedly called your name and patted your back, as if that would help.

“i’m good—” you said in between coughs. "do you want me to get your water?" he bent down to your level, still patting your back.

“it's okay, we’ve got to get back to work anyways," you weakly said as you walked towards the exit door.

you faced your colleague and kept up an energy despite your throat literally dying from the inside, "come on now, i’ll make fun of you if you work overtime again," you joked, silently changing the subject.

he shook his head in disbelief and laughed as he walked towards you.

you threw your cigarette into the ashtray and opened the door to the stairs. jeonghan followed behind you disposing his cigarette before placing his hands into his pockets.

as you both settled down at your desks, you shared a smile with him before silently getting immersed in your work. in spite of that, some parts of you drifted into thought.

on your side, you thought that if you knew any less, you would've assumed jeonghan had feelings for you with the way he worded that answer. it wasn’t possible, he meant it in the friendship way, right?

on jeonghan's side, he was a bit disappointed, he thought today was the day he could finally confess. maybe he should’ve been a bit more direct, or was it too soon?

overall he didn’t fret much, he gets it if it was a topic you weren’t ready for. for now, as long as he had you as his desk buddy who would smoke with him in any given moment, that was enough for him. sooner or later, he knew he could eventually work his way up to being something more than someone who just smokes and gossips with you.

that was what he thought, until he saw your phone one day. he happened to glance at it when it was near his side. it had just received a notification from a sender under the name, “shua” followed by a pink heart. he even caught a glimpse of your smile when your eyes saw the notification.

suddenly, everything in the world clicked but for jeonghan, everything had shattered.

「shua💓: hi my love! i’ll be home early today, what do you wanna have for dinner tonight?」

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soupsandwich64 · 9 months

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(COD men reactions to seeing a spider. And bees?)

(Note: I have entomophobia so this was written from a place of professional interest at best, in regards to the spiders well beings)

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Ghost: if its like a itty bitty spider, he doesn't care but will probably swipe/pinch it away like a normal person. If its like a house spider, he'll probably kill it and dispose of it just because it may make him feel like his house is dirty, and also just cause its not meant to be there. For a big spider, he'll probably take a picture of it and then move away if its outdoors but will probably kill it immediately with great ease if its indoors. In a relationship, he is the Bug Catcher. (The person who kills the offending bugs) he is more of a killer rather than a catch and releaser. Doesn't pay particular mind to bees.

Soap: if its a tiny spider, he'll probably watch it crawl around. Will probably brush it off anyway out of habit. A house spider will shock him a little if its alive but he'll quickly dispose of it (will probably get outsmarted by the spider.) a dead house spider will make him feel guilty about not cleaning his house enough to avoid a dead spider. If a big spider is in his house he'll yelp a little but he will probably ultimately be the one to kill it. Is easily persuaded to catch and release, he doesn't care either way. Definitely notices bees if they're around but doesn't mind.

Gaz: probably had an intense interest in bugs as a kid but it died out later in life so now he's just left with a large, albeit hazy, knowledge of bugs (or at least the ones he thought were cool as a kid) and a general feeling of "Oh, neat" when he sees a spider. I take it he doesn't really like things like cicadas or crickets, but is definitely intrigued when seeing the occasional banana spider or praying mantis. He's a catch and release if he can help it, but he doesn't really care if he kills him. This goes for pretty much all ranges of spiders (will kill harmful spiders, on sight). Doesn't mind bees or wasps cuz bro has definitely had his share of stings.

Price: he does not like spiders. He will kill them. And then put down house spray. Not a big fan of bugs in general, but more out of disinterest. Doesn't have time for catch and release unless someone (you) begs him to. Doesn't mind bees.

Konig: doesn't like bugs, kills spiders on sight if they're on him or in his house. Enough said. Will move away from bees, despite knowing they're harmless unless provoked.

Alejandro: likes to be the one that kills bugs in a relationship so his girl swoons. Doesn't mind spiders as long as they're not on him or in his house. Definitely the type of person to let a butterfly or bee chill on him, because he's not the type of person who freaks out over them. Can tell the difference between wasps and bees immediately.

Thats all I have energy for right now.

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dxy-drxxm · 1 year

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SYNOPSIS:

Kaedehara Kazuha is what you'd call “bastard”— a cheeky smile, red eyes that light up at the mention of you, and seem to act like a cheeky little shit with others. When it's behind closed doors, however, you can attest that he's quite a lovesick fool— like you. ( gen. neutral reader )

TRIGGER WARNING/S:

Fluff ; established relationships ; Kazuha is a lovesick bastard (/aff) ; mentions of slight stalking (not from either lmao) ; a tiny moment of angst (Kazuha doesn't take care of himself) ; it's okay lmao it's just a tiny bit of angst

Kazuha was someone people considered to be... Normal by many. At least, when you look at him, he doesn't seem the incel type to complain about certain matters.

No, far from it, actually.

For those who knew him, they can attest that he's a good kid. He looks young, but in his early twenties, he's build up a name for himself.

Online, he's regarded as a writer- someone that writes his experiences in his space of the Internet, which is mostly about his travels. Albeit it is difficult to attain some sort of following from it, many people had found solace and excitement on his logs and stuck around for more.

So many would ask him questions about his travels, some ranging from how it was like being there, to mentioning if he had saw them in his trips to the cities for his bookings. Even when he didn't say anything other than make vague mentions of seeing them, people made their conclusions and ideas from it.

In a way, he certainly fueled the fire and had people guessing of where he could be— which was quite amusing on its own, if not for the fact no one truly knew how he looked like or what his actual name was.

Outside of his online presence, he worked at a normal job as a web designer, knowing he can't live off of what he wrote alone in the digital space. Tasked to designing websites and the like, he got a good pay out of it for his skills— even if the clients were a little indecisive at times.

But to you?

He's what you'd call a lovable bastard.

“Kazuha, you have a client under a strict deadline. Are you sure you can slack off?"

“Haha, you know I can, maple,” the albino said with a smile, giving you a look that screamed ‘so what?’. “Do you want to deprive me off of your affection this much?”

Case in point: right now.

I'm going to punch this man, you mused, squinting at the red eyed bastard before you. Shame he's too cute... Or that he's my boyfriend to begin with.

You knew Kazuha had been busy for the past few weeks, mostly because of his work as a web designer. He hasn't gotten a lot of time off of it from a nightmare of a client, constantly demanding changes one day to end up getting mad the next when he did what they asked.

It was... Concerning. Extremely so, when many who worked like him had spoke about them and warned him not to. But by the grace of archons, he decided to take it on.

Like a fool.

He's had a bit of a break from the client for the time being after you told him he hasn't been taking better care of himself. You swore that if he doesn't, he's about to land a trip to the hospital with his habits of skipping meals and not taking an actual good night's sleep.

(You caught him several times either taking power naps or drinking enough coffee that he's gone through withdrawals, and you told him off for it.)

It was only now that he decided to finally take a break as he finished up the majority of the design, saying he can always look back on it tomorrow for final touches... Which was the deadline.

You swear this man has no concept of how much time he's got left.

Giving said man a look, you said bluntly, “Well, you said that you'll be taking a break now, but tomorrow is the deadline. You know that client is going to hound at you for missing it.”

His brows furrowed at that.

“Well, I can always say that's the final product. I'd rather not waste any time being with you now that I'm finally done,” he rebutted, making you pause for a moment. Well, he wasn't wrong, that's for certain.

... that client was a monster to work for, after all.

Sighing, you nuzzled closer to him in his embrace, smelling the faint scent of wood. This made the albino chuckle as he sifted through your locks.

“Got nothing to say, love?” he asked by your ear, making you scoff. “Not when you and I know that client is a nutcase.”

This made him laugh— such a voice that rings to your ear like bells.

It made your heart race for a moment.

“Perhaps. But then again, you'd be surprised on why I'm taking a break now after what I've found.”

... wait, what?

You craned your head up at him, brows furrowed in thought. Did he found something damning? If so, why now? He's usually never kept secrets like this- especially if its something so serious.

“What did you find?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Kazuha's lips curved to a smile.

“Oh, you'll see, darling.”

It was only when he's sure his lover is slumbering when he got to work.

With his laptop in front of him, he turned his head and focused on what was before him. He's never told anyone what he had found out, as they'd never see him the same way again.

If, well— they knew the client personally, that is.

“To demand me of such work when you've got criminal records like this...”

He shook his head while he wrote a simply announcement on the front page of the blog, his once vibrant eyes narrowed as he stared at the amount of evidence he's got stored. Multiple accounts of stalking on another person— one of his friends, no less— and even blackmail and messages that can be rather concerning.

... it's even worse with what he's demanded, that one. Often demanding more and more of their shameless photos, but to turn it around and use it for more in fear of them getting out in public?

How despicable.

When he was sure he's managed to say his piece there, he's attached as much as he could onto the website. He was a petty man, but he's had a good reason to do so; especially when the client he's working is not someone he wished to be associated with.

Gathering information has never been easier, he mused. It's such a shame he's never a good one to hide his tracks.

When it was all done and attached in places he's sure everyone could see, he saved the website and it's code before messaging the client, letting him know that he was done...

... while neglecting to mention what he's changed, for if he knew, he'd demand some sort of recuperation. Of payment in return for his shame.

If he doesn't pay me back, I suppose that will serve as my insurance.

He did wait for the payment, for he endured 3 weeks with the client's nightmarish demands. And after telling him what he's done and the accumulated payment for the constant major changes, his client refused to pay.

Hah. I should have known.

He scoffed and sent one last message:

[ I understand. However, if you have decided to not pay me back, then do not blame me for what happens next. ]

And before he could say something back to the web designer, he blocked him from his contacts, setting his phone aside. Stretching his arms, he felt his muscles tense as he turned his head.

Kazuha reached over to close the tabs and shut his laptop down, standing up from his chair to walk to the bedroom with his beloved. He needed to unwind, and he's sure tomorrow will be a day of pampering.

Settling under the covers, the albino wrapped his arms around them to pull them closer to him, his head nuzzled to the crook of their neck. Letting out a sigh, his muscles relaxed and he finally felt drowsiness get to him.

... how nice, he thought with a smile. To feel a lover's embrace is rewarding. I love you too much, my dove.

Reaching up to kiss their forehead, his eyes closed as he finally, finally, fell asleep.

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thedreadvampy · 2 months

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vaguing a post that's on my dash that I don't want to engage with (as usual) but actually no CPTSD isn't a diagnosis for 'when things were a tiny bit bad a lot' or 'if you experienced relationships that were toxic but not abusive' it's a diagnosis describing the impacts of CONTINUOUS TRAUMA. not less significant but more frequent trauma; trauma which is ongoing/continuous/recurring in developmental years.

like I'm not trying to gatekeep here and I recognise the value of saying 'it doesn't have to be a Single Big Obvious Trauma' because one key thing about CPTSD is that generally it makes traumatic incidents Your Normal so you don't necessarily view them as unusual or concerning. but I often see people talk about CPTSD as if it implies smaller individual incidents than PTSD and that just is not the case.

most experiences I have seen people be diagnosed with CPTSD for (myself included) are not 'a little bit toxic'. they are things which, each incident taken separately, an outsider would still recognise as traumatic - medical emergencies, rape and sexual abuse, significant physical violence, emotional abuse and coercive control, homelessness, severe poverty, war, torture, etc - and the thing that makes the PTSD C is not the relative level of the trauma, but the fact that it's enough of a repeated and consistent pattern, at an early enough stage, and sufficiently embedded in everyday life, that it becomes a person's baseline for 'normal'.

CPTSD is not a synonym for emotional microtraumas or cumulative trauma or 'death by a thousand cuts'. It's specifically defining the psychological differences in response to long term formative trauma as opposed to traumatic events which you process as an aberration (eg the difference between regular violence against you from trusted adults in childhood vs being physically abused for the first time in adulthood with existing experience of healthy relationships). Traumas causing CPTSD tend to be pretty similar in type, scale and severity to traumas causing standard PTSD - they are just more embedded and normalised earlier in life.

all this to say there's nothing wrong with acknowledging that cumulative microtraumas can't affect us in traumatic ways. there's nothing wrong with pointing out that there's a broad range of types of trauma, and trauma can include stuff like growing up marginalised or ill as well as abuse, war, injury or immediate loss. there's nothing wrong, too, with acknowledging that a lot that is traumatic doesn't necessarily feel traumatic to you.

but like. no. CPTSD is not a diagnosis for people whose trauma wasn't 'big enough' for PTSD. CPTSD is not cumulative microtraumas. CPTSD is a response to formative macrotraumas or to a long term traumatic situation without hope of escape or change and if you want to talk about microtraumas then do that but it's not what CPTSD is!

#red said #this has really pissed me off sorry I've seen several people post things like this #so this post just tipped me over #but like. goddamn. cptsd is not microtrauma.#and there are benefits to encouraging people to think of things as potentially traumatic before they're ready to register them as harm #but imo that's counterbalanced by the fact that again a major part of CPTSD for a lot of people is that we Think Severe Trauma Is Normal #so i do not think it's USEFUL to AGREE that CPTSD is a diagnosis describing the buildup of Small Normal Microtraumas #when it's generally a response to LARGE HORRIFYING trauma that KEEPS HAPPENING #listen ok so PTSD might describe an adult's response to being posted into a warzone or having their home unexpectedly attacked #CPTSD might describe a child who grew up in a warzone and struggles to feel safe into adulthood bc they have no experience of a safe world #they're both significant traumas but one is an interruption of the way you thought the works works #and the other is the only lens you have to view the world through #but crucially NEITHER ARE MICROTRAUMATIC AND THAT'S NOT WHAT THE COMPLEX IN CPTSD MEANS

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sleepingdeath-light · 4 months

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relationship hcs ; james

requested by ; anonymous (21/05/23)

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; james

outline ; “OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE WILLING TO WRITE FOR TEAM ROCKET IM SO EXCITED

ok ok so uh may I request general dating hcs for both jessie and james please ? (maybe someone who has a good living since both are homeless 🥹) THANK YOU !!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

despite his work as a member of team rocket, james is an incredibly sweet and attentive partner — the type who has a keen memory for everything you love and who will do anything he can to boost your confidence and make you smile whenever you’re together (he’s your #1 cheerleader even if he isn’t the most confident in himself most of the time — but he’s working on improving that with your help)

he doesn’t talk about his family, or his past in general, all that often but he when he does he always has something positive to say about his grandparents (his parents and ex fiancée less so, he loves his parents but they aren’t on the best terms at the moment and jessiebelle is, well, jessiebelle and enough is said about that) — and when you finally met ‘nanny’ and ‘pop pop’, they absolutely adored you (both as your own person and because of how happy you make their sweet little grandson)

if you wear makeup then he’s more than happy to help you put it on or perfect a look — he has a keen eye and a steady hand that comes in handy if you struggle with symmetry — and on a similar note he’s also happy to let you put makeup on him or to do his makeup alongside yours (he’s far from opposed to dressing up, cross-dressing, or wearing costumes with you, after all)

james loves using terms of endearment with you, to the extent that you’ll rarely even hear him say your first name unless it’s a necessary formality (like a first introduction or for a dinner booking), and they range from cutesy to traditional depending on his mood — for example, when he’s feeling dejected and clingy after being scolded by giovanni then he’ll curl up on your lap and call you ‘hun’ and ‘sweetie’ as he vents his woes to you, but when he’s in a more flirty mood then he might dip you in his arms and call you ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’ (context matters more than anything here, but he has been known to use just about any pet name in any situation)

he’s a complete gentleman and will go the full nine yards to woo you even after you’ve been officially together for what feels like forever — partially down to his upbringing and the expectations pushed upon him by it, and partially because he’s just that sweet — which includes him doing things like: bending down and kissing the back of your hands/each of your knuckles, opening car doors for you and helping you step out, holding doors open for you in whatever building you’re in, buying you flowers whenever he can scrape together the funds to do so (he may have been born wealthy but nowadays, not so much), offering you his coat whenever you mention being cold, and other things along those lines

jessie has caught him staring at you, or staring into nothingness whilst clearly thinking about you, more times than she’d ever care to count and this eternal puppy-love state has caused the trio to mess up on missions because james is just too distracted to stick to the plan — it would be adorable in any other situation but it usually frustrates her to the point of anger because that mistake was so avoidable, why can’t you just be normal about them for ten minutes?

when it comes to sleeping, james isn’t too bothered about what position you drift off in as long as the two of you are cuddling — he can fall asleep wherever he is, and being in a proper bed for the first time in weeks helps, but he sleeps most peacefully when he can hear your breathing and can feel your weight and body heat right up against him when he’s with you

whenever his team fails a mission, or he’s scolded by someone, you’re the first person he gets in contact with — either finding a phone to call you or stumbling sadly through your door and collapsing in your arms and just… staying like that for a while as he briefly lets himself forget what had left him feeling so low (you’re his rock, really, and he’d do the same for you if you needed it, but for now all he needs is to hear your voice and know that you still love and accept him as he is — despite all of his mistakes and failures)

#sleepingdeath #fluff #fluff hcs #gender neutral reader #pokemon fluff #pokemon x reader #pokemon james fluff #pokemon james x reader #team rocket james x reader #team rocket james fluff

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Hi, i love your account! I wuold like to ask the reaction of the Sakamaki's and the Mukami's to Megan Fox in "Jennifer's Body" (2009). If you do, Ty! ❤️❤️

Hi love, thank you so much!!! I'm sorry for how long this took me, as I was busy with some work.

I really appreciate the support, and I hope this take was good!!

Just a TW for Cannibalism, as Jennifer's Body does have such themes. Overall, enjoy.

Word Count: 4527 Topics: Jennifer Check (Pre-Possession), Jennifer Check (Post-Possession) & Jennifer's Relationship with Needy

Sakamaki & Mukami’s Reaction to Jennifer from Jennifer’s Body!

Jennifer Check (Pre-Possession)

Sakamaki’s:

Shuu (Ririe):

・❥・ Shuu normally likes confident girls, ones who garner attention and know how to make a statement whilst being secure within themselves.

・❥・ His taste ranges, either he’d go for the typical ‘shy girl,’ someone who’d be easy to manipulate and fluster.

・❥・ OR someone who’s a bit of a challenge. Someone who has the confidence and isn’t afraid to show it. It makes for great sport, and it’s one of the only times you’ll see this man work.

・❥・ Usually, he lets his partner (in any case) do all the work, so to see a difference in power dynamic either will annoy him to a degree, or will get him into it.

・❥・ He can obviously tell if someone’s attractive, and ding ding ding– does Jennifer meet his standards.

・❥・ Shuu is canonically into the whole ‘Femme Fatale’ woman. So anyone who’s a maneater, even more so in this case, has his interest peaked.

・❥・ Considering how he definitely used to be somewhat of an ‘it’ boy himself, he can understand the infatuation and commotion over Jennifer.

・❥・ Would he act on anything, though? Not necessarily. Since she’s in the spotlight, he most likely won’t want to chase anyone.

・❥・ After all, Shuu has people attracted to him. Begging for him. Never the other way around.

・❥・ He’d rather die than pursue anybody.

・❥・ In the rare case that she pursued him, he’d play along, using her only for entertainment before leaving her high and dry and wanting more.

・❥・ Realistically, he wouldn’t want to pay her any mind, though. Considering that just because she happens to be popular, doesn’t mean she’s all that.

Reiji:

・❥・ Reiji does like confident women, but would he go for someone like Jennifer? Not really.

・❥・ He’s more into those who are driven, ones who are studious and focused on their future with drive.

・❥・ The ones who are very secure with themselves that it’ll take a notch or two to break them in.

・❥・ However, he’s very perceptive. He’ll pick up on a few hints and clues that’ll suggest her mentality and subtle insecurity with everything that she does.

・❥・ Kind of how Shuu goes into his analytic mode.

・❥・ It’ll all tally up at the end, and depending on how it plays out maybe then he’ll use her as a test subject.

・❥・ In reality, he’d see Jennifer as a challenge.

・❥・ In the sense that he’d find it as entertainment to see how far he could push someone like her, and how long until she’d break.

・❥・ He wouldn’t be sloppy, and wouldn’t risk actually doing her harm that he knows can’t be reversible, since, of course, she’s in the spotlight and a constant magnet of attention.

・❥・ But realistically, would he go out of his way for a human that’s like most girls in their school? Definitely not.

Laito:

・❥・ Laito, like Ayato, is into women who absorb the spotlight.

・❥・ Seeing a pretty, charismatic, popular girl is exactly his type and he’d use every single charm in the book to spend a night or two with her.

・❥・ Perhaps flash his sly grin, learn her schedule, stalk his prey. You know, that sort of thing.

・❥・ Especially since Jennifer would remind him of his mother.

・❥・ With the whole promiscuous behaviour, subtle insecurity that she hides with her looks and a not-so-obvious facade, especially with her need for male attention. Laito would surely exploit this.

・❥・ He’d degrade her even. Making her question herself potentially.

・❥・ It would go both ways for him. He’d either be really into Jennifer, or attempt to kill her as a way of imposing his trauma and being rid of it slowly.

・❥・ However, he’d drift to wanting to get with her, just like Ayato.

・❥・ Honestly, those two are very similar in their tastes. They like a fun, popular, go-lucky girl that makes the night worth it.

・❥・ Laito would like the competition. The fact that everyone wanted Jennifer, coupled with her obvious attractiveness, helps with her ‘market value.’ As Laito would put it.

・❥・ He has a track record for going for these types of girls, as those who market themselves as ‘prudes’ ignites his interest to want to ‘corrupt’ them.

・❥・ If any of his brothers wanted to join him, since it’s canon that he’s into voyeurism/is a voyeur, it’d most likely turn him on tenfold.

Kanato:

・❥・ Realistically, he’d find her attractive, just as anyone would. After all, what else are the glasses and contacts for, right?

・❥・ Is Jennifer his type of woman? No.

・❥・ He’s into a softer, more docile woman. However, depending if Jennifer would show interest in him, he’d somewhat play along.

・❥・ Make no mistake, if Kanato doesn’t get what he wants he will turn on her. After all, he is who he is with his bratty tendencies.

・❥・ If he’s going for someone of her popularity, admittedly it’d urk him. Especially since Kanato doesn’t like being in the spotlight.

・❥・ Perhaps he’d admire her from afar, shame her and make small remarks to his Teddy as she passes by his locker. The small stuff.

・❥・ He wants to avoid anyone who even has a slight resemblance to his late mother. The thought of being with someone even close to her provocative, ‘whorish,’ tendencies ignites a lost trauma in him that he doesn’t want to deal with.

・❥・ If he absolutely needed to, he’d trap her and use her as prey before discarding her.

・❥・ But this is unlikely, since he, as well as anybody, knows his brother’s types and would want to avoid any discourse with them at all costs. Especially if he knows there is no point.

・❥・ Since he knows this is the type Ayato and Laito get off on, he’d leave her to their wants and desires.

Ayato:

・❥・ If there’s one thing this boy likes, it's girls who know how to attract attention.

・❥・ He’s definitely into the popular cheerleaders, the ones who’d be there for most of his matches and cheer him on.

・❥・ And Jennifer? Fits every single box for his criteria.

・❥・ He’s into the hot, popular chicks who everyone wants but can’t have. Something that’ll give him an excuse to show off is more than enough for him to start taking names.

・❥・ He’d probably even get possessive over her. Start acting all territorial because of his insistent need to one up everyone.

・❥・ Ayato would not be able to tell if Jennifer had any insecurities since he’s so caught up in the fantasy of taking something that everyone wants.

・❥・ He’d treat her like property, acting as if he owned her because of his slight interest in her. (Like how he did with Yui on day 1.)

・❥・ Ayato would most definitely scare off any guys who try to go after ‘his prey.’ It ruins the fun for him and as we all know, he isn’t that keen on sharing.

・❥・ Ayato would be trying to find her every single second of the day. Like no joke, you’d think they were attached by the hip. He wouldn’t let her leave and would get crazy upset if she tried to disobey what he wanted at the moment.

Subaru:

・❥・ Subaru wouldn’t want to get that concerned with someone like Jennifer.

・❥・ He’s quite shy around women, and with his obvious trust-issues, all that’s going off in his mind are alarm bells.

・❥・ He’s afraid of dealing with any woman again after what happened with his mother, so since that’s realistically all he knows, he’d keep her at arms length.

・❥・ He’d find her attractive, thinking that she’s pretty, this, that, and the third.

・❥・ But he’d be pretty unnerved to go up to her or even say anything. Especially knowing what his brothers might do. That’s what would mainly put him off.

・❥・ His brothers have eyes all around the school, whether it be friends, teachers, staff, and their personal familiars, they’re always watching.

・❥・ So if he were to suddenly show interest in any girl, especially a popular pretty girl that everyone wants, he’d never hear the end of it.

・❥・ He, along with Jennifer, have an insecurity which they base their entire personality off of. Jennifer tends to hide it better, but Subaru? He’s a total train wreck.

・❥・ He would never live it down if his brothers or the new circle of Mukami’s and Tsukinami’s + Kino that surround themselves within his presence had caught him with a little stupid crush.

・❥・ He would, however, gain more confidence in himself if he were tipsy. Making it easier for him to loosen up without the constant stress and reminders that he’s not good enough and could never be with someone as unattainable as Jennifer.

Mukami’s:

Ruki:

・❥・ Like Reiji, someone like Jennifer wouldn’t be someone he’d actively pursue.

・❥・ As in, he’s too busy to care about someone like her when he has his brothers and ‘The Adam and Eve’ plan to fulfill.

・❥・ He would keep more of a lookout for Yui at this time, perhaps even compare the two women in hopes of bringing Yui down.

・❥・ He’d see her just as every other popular girl at school, wouldn’t necessarily have any notion or reason as to why he’d care about a human.

・❥・ He’d barely have any actual, physical interactions with her, so that being said, why would Ruki care?

・❥・ On the slight chance that they do have interactions, he’d find himself curious as to what makes her tick.

・❥・ More specifically, what exactly is it that people are finding themselves interested in? After all, she’s just a mere human, right?

・❥・ He’d think the same for Yui, before realizing that unlike Jennifer, Yui has some degree of value to him. Even if it’s not as conventional.

・❥・ If Reiji was to pursue her, or show mild interest, I suppose he would too. Considering the competitive streak those two have going on.

・❥・ Canonically, Ruki does things to purposely spite Reiji, so it wouldn’t be so far off the mark if he were to mess around with a human to gain a reaction.

・❥・ It’s all in good fun, and after he’s done with toying around with Reiji and the girl (Jennifer,) he’d get back to what’s truly important.

・❥・ As in my opinion, Ruki’s drive for the plan even at some points outweighs how much he’d care about his own wellbeing along with Yui’s. Or anyone for that matter.

Kou:

・❥・ Kou would be interested in a popular girl. By all means.

・❥・ He himself understands the appeal and need to put up a front, especially for his fans due to his idol profession.

・❥・ Even if beauty is skin deep and on the surface level, Kou wouldn’t mind joining the train to appreciate it. He has a large appreciation for pretty things with appeal.

・❥・He especially loves the popularity, and to gain more fans by coexisting with Jennifer? He’s all ears.

・❥・Kou would definitely send a few flirty remarks her way, maybe even walk her to class to pass the time.

・❥・He’d immediately notice her reactions to the students deaths and figure something was off. Her carefree demeanour would be a pinpoint.

・❥・However, at the start he might chalk it up to different reactions to trauma or just a more over-the-top optimistic attitude.

・❥・Kou would use this as a chance to manipulate her if he truly needed something. It’s just keeping his options open, and considering how he always looks for the dual-uses in everyone he meets, it won’t be any different for Jennifer.

Yūma:

・❥・ Yūma honestly wouldn’t be that into someone like Jennifer.

・❥・ Sure, she’s definitely conventionally attractive by all means, but he wouldn’t want to care as much as messing with a girl of her social stance.

・❥・ He’d find it to be more of a hassle, especially with the Sakamaki’s chasing after her and getting all over her. He wouldn’t want to waste his time with someone who’s like the rest.

・❥・ He’s also really into independence. As in, for anyone to have something for themselves, he loves how driven people can be.

・❥・ For Jennifer, I don’t think he’d strike her as a girl with those same priorities in mind.

・❥・ Yūma would only see her as someone who could just be used to pass the time with, if the case called for it.

・❥・ Sure, Jennifer tends to be independent in some things, but the same energy isn’t being put into these important things which would turn Yūma away from the whole appeal.

・❥・ Yūma’s more of a bully-type if anything, and if he were to see her around the halls and saw any of the Sakamaki’s interact with her he’d definitely say a few remarks. Just to keep himself in the loop.

・❥・ He doesn’t care for superficial things, Yūma likes authenticity and being real. Most of the girls at his school are a cut and paste version of a blueprint who most likely lack the drive and ambition he prizes.

・❥・ So for someone like Jennifer, who prizes looks a lot, and isn’t exactly the kindest to her best friend, whilst caring for validation from others, to step into the picture… Yūma would disregard it and move on.

Azusa:

・❥・ Azusa would think she’s pretty, perhaps get lost in thought thinking about her.

・❥・ If he were to approach her, I don’t think it’d turn out the way he’d like it too.

・❥・ Azusa has this fear factor to him, not necessarily the ‘scream and run for your lives’ sort of factor, but the unsettling, unnerving factor which leads people to often misunderstand him.

・❥・ Especially with the whole ‘suicidal maniac’ vibe he’s got going on. And with his slower-than-normal processing.

・❥・ Jennifer would probably degrade him, call him names and slurs and want him to get away from her if he starts to bring up his knife collection or acts as standoffish as he does in the anime when first meeting Yui.

・❥・ He’s kind, and would mostly go for someone else who outlines that sort of mojo.

・❥・ If he saw her acting as impassive and indifferent as she does in the movie, I doubt he’d be interested in her.

・❥・ It would most likely remind him of the girl from his childhood at the orphanage, Christina, who bullied and abused him, which built up his masochistic needs.

・❥・ So if he were to see that side of Jennifer, he’d definitely be interested, but only in the sense of wanting to be degraded and pushed around.

・❥・ Unfortunately, Azusa is somewhat of a pushover in the sense that he’d allow anyone to step all over him, but only react if someone were to do that to his brothers. (He’s such a sweet boy.)

・❥・ If Azusa knew his brothers had an interest in her, he’d back off immediately. He respects and values them too much.

・❥・ If he truly liked and had a crush on Jennifer, he would give it up and take the pain, rather than losing all he has left (his brothers.)

Jennifer Check (Post-Possession)

Sakamaki’s:

Shuu (Ririe):

・❥・ Shuu definitely didn’t see that coming. Like at all.

・❥・ He’d have prior knowledge of the type of demon she was, considering how studious he used to be in his childhood.

・❥・ His ‘Femme Fatale’ turning out to be more trouble than it's worth was not something he’d be very excited or keen on dealing with. He’d most likely leave it to the others (Reiji) to deal with, only stepping in if he absolutely has to.

・❥・ He wouldn’t want to be a potential target, mostly because it’d be too much of a bother, but on the flipside, he’d be very unsettled.

・❥・ The entire cannibalism thing definitely unsettles him, like he feels the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stand up at the thought, coupled by the goosebumps.

Reiji:

・❥・ Reiji has definitely heard of the Succubi/Succubus demon type. Considering how thorough this man’s research is.

・❥・ He’d be the most equipped to take out Jennifer if needed, especially if he finds himself in the position of becoming a potential target.

・❥・ You know how Needy did her research in the library? He most definitely has all those books at his disposal in his personal library and the library found within the Sakamaki Mansion.

・❥・ Reiji would be the most logical about this, taking measures to not have the fact that demons and vampires are found/revealed to be in the school.

・❥・ After all, that would be a catastrophe that even he doesn’t want to deal with. And Karlheinz’s reaction? There’s no telling what wrath would unleash. So safe to say Reiji would be quick on time and take care of the situation before it became worse.

Laito:

・❥・Laito, along with his triplet brothers are part demon, so a succubi demon isn’t exactly shocking.

・❥・It’d be rare to see one outside of Makai (The Demon World) and he’d probably bring it up mindlessly with his brothers.

・❥・Hell, you wouldn’t put it past him to have even previously dated a succubi.

・❥・Laito would find cannibalism in a sense, strangely romantic. To be one with someone else and love them so much to the point of consumption so a part of them would always be with you. It’s almost like Ayato’s ideology of ‘the weaker get eaten by the stronger, and a part of them stays.’

・❥・Would he want to stay away? Parts of him would want to be the next victim. A small lingering feeling as he roams the halls that he clings to. As he does canonically see death as the ultimate reprieve for a vampire. So he’d think it wouldn’t be that bad.

Kanato:

・❥・Kanato, along with his triplet brothers are part demon, so he’d know about the succubi kind.

・❥・He definitely has more knowledge about these certain types of demons, and how to deal with them. Like this boy has books that he religiously studied in hopes of pleasing his mother.

・❥・Kanato would be right in the sense that she gave off the ‘maneater’ vibe. Just like his mother.

・❥・Boy, does everything come in a full circle back to his mother. It’s like he can’t escape her, which makes him feel at the end with Jennifer and her existence.

・❥・He’d steer clear, especially considering his size, he’s not one to underestimate his potential opponents, despite how it may seem.

Ayato:

・❥・Ayato, along with his triplet brothers are part demon, so he would have sufficient knowledge.

・❥・Perhaps he even played around with one and dated one years ago. After all, he and Laito do have similar types.

・❥・Since all Cordelia ever made him do was study, he and Kanato would be the most educated out of all the brothers with how to deal with succubi and other forms they could take.

・❥・But for his Jennifer to be a succubi and be responsible for all the recent killings? In a sense, the cannibalism part would shake him the wrong way. Despite knowing, it still has a layer of discomfort to it. Especially when comparing it to his own small ideology.

・❥・He might keep a small distance, largely because he wouldn’t want to be the next victim of an attack. But don’t say that in front of him, he’d deny that he was even a little bit scared.

Subaru:

・❥・ Subaru would be thanking the moon and the stars for his gut feeling.

・❥・ He knew something was up and knew that it wasn’t a good idea to get involved with Jennifer, specifically any woman or human in that matter.

・❥・ He’d be really freaked out. After all, eating people? That’s a whole other thing that seems like it’d come from nightmares.

・❥・ He understands the blood for vampires. Sure. But letting bodies drop for the need of flesh and bone? Subaru wouldn’t be able to defend it.

・❥・ Subaru wouldn’t understand it at all. He’d feel very sympathetic, however.

・❥・ Especially with Jennifer’s kidnapping and assumption of being assaulted. He has experience with that from his mother, so it might be somewhat of a sore subject.

Mukami’s:

Ruki:

・❥・Ruki would be interested. In the sense of ‘how does a human get to this level of depravement?’

・❥・Like Reiji, it’d be a hassle, but he’d want to do more personal research on how it impacts Jennifer. As in, how does the restless hunger impact her mentality and consume her whole until she becomes a monster in need of satiation?

・❥・Ruki would assess Jennifer’s possession in terms of its potential threat to himself and others. He would analyze her abilities and any risks she poses, determining whether she's someone to be wary of or if she can be exploited for his own purposes.

・❥・Best believe that if he can exploit her, he would. After all, you don’t see something like this everyday.

・❥・ If he had to interact with her, everything would be calculated, as in he’d have everything set up on his terms. Don’t ask how he’d accomplish it, he just will.

Kou:

・❥・Admittedly, Kou would be shocked at first. Definitely not what he was expecting.

・❥・Or was it? Considering that maybe he would have a slight hunch, thanks to his all seeing eye and all.

・❥・After the shock factor wore off, he’d be curious, though. He’d approach Jennifer and ask questions about how the possession worked and how much she needed to replenish her hunger.

・❥・Considering how Yūma is a cannibal, he’d know some limited knowledge. Enough to get him by, but curiosity is one of Kou’s major traits that makes him end up in situations, either knowingly or unknowingly.

・❥・Despite it, he’d still approach with caution, as even Kou has his limits for how far he’d go to play around with someone.

Yūma:

・❥・ Considering that Yūma is canonically a cannibal, he’d understand the need to satiate an overwhelming hunger.

・❥・ Like out of everyone, he’d understand the best. And he’d get the whole stigma around it.

・❥・ But would he expect it? Hell no. Definitely not on his 2024 Bingo Card.

・❥・ He’d be empathetic to her situation, but after finding out that Jennifer prays on men, especially taking interest in larger men like him, he’d make it a point to steer clear.

・❥・ If the situation did arise where he was face to face with her, he’d be the one to kill her 100%. Considering how even he has the common knowledge that whatever this is, isn’t at all okay for the human realm. And without stating the obvious, that he can easily kill her, or anyone for that matter with his sheer strength.

Azusa:

・❥・Because of Azusa’s obvious fragile mentality, he would assume that she and him were one and the same. Especially with having a lurking darkness within her.

・❥・Azusa would be sympathetic towards her cannibalistic tendencies, and her situation. Given how this also impacts Yūma, his dear brother.

・❥・Azusa might see Jennifer as someone who shares his experiences of pain and isolation, leading him to want a connection with her. Would this work? Not exactly.

・❥・If it came to the point that Jennifer made him a target, he’d have mixed feelings. On one hand, he welcomes any pain and abuse into his life, so long as it’s him on the receiving end, and nobody else. On the other, fear would come into play as he wouldn’t know how dangerous she is.

・❥・Azusa’s self-destructive tendencies would make him a prime target, especially with his little-to-no care for his well-being, his brothers would have to intervene.

Jennifer’s Relationship with Needy

Sakamaki’s:

Shuu (Ririe):

・❥・ Shuu’s perceptive enough to see the tell-tell signs that those two aren’t just friends.

・❥・ Considering his relationship experience, he’d be able to tell if someone had hidden feelings for another.

・❥・ Perhaps because he’s been in the same predicament.

・❥・ Shuu would find their friendship very one-sided. Perhaps taunt Needy about it if they had a slight interaction.

Reiji:

・❥・ He knew there had to be more than what was beyond the surface.

・❥・ Although, Reiji would be very reluctant to admit that they had something more than ‘friends.’

・❥・ He’s very backwards in terms of thinking and beliefs.

・❥・ So for individuals in the modern world to have ‘undertones’ of liking the same gender… he would be at odds with that.

・❥・ Shuu’s definitely the more accepting one out of these two. However the standard might be.

Laito:

・❥・ Laito would be into it. (Obviously.)

・❥・ He’d tell straight away if Needy’s affections or Jennifer’s affections for one another surpassed that of ‘best friends.’

・❥・ Although he knows his mother had women as her partners before, he still isn’t as crazy about it.

・❥・ He’d remember his mother a lot in this time, often drawing back on her memory with her many escapades to make sense of it.

Kanato:

・❥・ Kanato obviously knows and has knowledge about women potentially having feelings for eachother.

・❥・ After all, his mother was someone who got around. Seeing as he was forced to watch said moments, he’d make the correlation.

・❥・ He’d have a realization moment that Jennifer was almost exactly like the woman his mother was when she was alive. Thus, noting how it was a good call to leave her for the others.

・❥・ Kanato would essentially find their friendship to be fake and judge Needy’s desperation to Teddy.

Ayato:

・❥・ Ayato wouldn’t want to believe that there was even a slight chance that those two had feelings for eachother.

・❥・ He’d get Needy to back off. Break off the friendship. It doesn’t matter.

・❥・ Ayato definitely doesn’t understand it that well. He isn’t as conservative as Reiji, but he’s definitely confused.

・❥・ Even he’d be able to tell that something about their relationship was a bit weird. However, he might chalk it up to ‘that’s just how girls are.’

Subaru:

・❥・ Subaru, considering how he’s some centuries younger than his brothers, would be more accepting towards it.

・❥・ He wouldn’t understand it as well, but would do his best to not criticize or spread hatred to someone just because they’re different.

・❥・ He’s been through hell and back with his older half-brothers, and understands what it’s like first hand to feel like your entire existence is a mistake.

・❥・ Subaru would be pretty skeptical of their friendship, often calling it into question and asking if it’s really a genuine relationship.

Mukami’s:

Ruki:

・❥・ Like Reiji, he’s definitely the opposite of forward thinking.

・❥・ He’d judge them, hardcore.

・❥・ He’s smart enough to know the signs, but for Jennifer and Needy to not be embarrassed? It’s confusing. He’d definitely need to be explained thoroughly.

・❥・ He’d laugh at their pathetic excuse of a friendship, perhaps even think back to the parallels between Azusa and those children at the orphanage.

Kou:

・❥・ Kou with his truth seeing eye would’ve seen this coming from a mile away.

・❥・ He’d be okay with it, however knowing that it could threaten his likeability isn’t something he’d be that crazy about.

・❥・ Kou would be skeptical of their friendship dynamics, and probably if he stuck around that long, he’d use his eye to confirm or deny any questions he might’ve had. After all, he’s quite nosy.

・❥・ But I doubt he’d care about it? After all it’s not his business nor his friendship, so he wouldn’t necessarily get involved. Only to tease but that’s all.

・❥・ However, he’d find it admirable how much they both care for each other, in their own twisted way, that is. It’s an honourable trait, and even when Jennifer is undergoing possession, she still resists hurting her best friend.

Yūma:

・❥・ Yūma was raised in a very religious conservative village. By the time he was just getting his memories back he was relearning what the ‘modern world’ revolves around.

・❥・ Yūma is naturally a down to earth person, however with his repressed trauma alongside religious upbringing he’ll be a bit skeptical.

・❥・ He wouldn’t tell Jennifer or Needy anything to their faces, however the lingering after thought would constantly be there.

・❥・ At first he’d assume that their friendship is decent, considering how in the village many were just attached by the hip. However upon closer inspection he would realize that it’s more control if anything.

・❥・ It’d remind him of his upbringing, which would send him into a deep thought process about his own roots.

Azusa:

・❥・ Azusa would want Jennifer or any person he liked to be happy. Regardless of whoever that happiness is with or is found with.

・❥・ He’d be sad, especially knowing he doesn’t think very highly of himself in the start.

・❥・ Would Azusa understand? Not as well. But if he were to do research then his comprehension would be a lot better than it started.

・❥・ In terms of their friendship… he’d remember the way the children treated him at the orphanage before joining Ruki and the others.

・❥・ It’d make him wonder if not everyone likes that sort of treatment, or if it was wrong to begin with. This would confuse him and have him questioning a lot.

I hope you stars enjoy this tidbit, and thank you again to the user who provided this ask!! <33

Side Note:

For Jennifer’s relationship with Needy, I based it on the comics and Needy’s confirmed underlying attraction for Jennifer which Jennifer at times plays into/reciprocates back.

#tw cannibalism #ask reply #diabolik lovers #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami

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All Eyes on You (Felix)

1- Orientation

Author's note: This is my first fic In a while please be patient. ( Daisy Lyn is the Musian name - this is not real-)

PAIRING: College Felix!! x Musician fem reader!!

GENRES: social media au, smut, fluff, angst, mystery, drama, enemies to lovers, college au, celebrity au, non-idol au.

WARNINGS: cursing, slow-burn, alcohol/drug consumption, addiction, sexual jokes/ sexual content, toxic relationships, mental health disorders, trauma, mentions of abuse, offense jokes (NOT RACIST NOR ANYTHING LIKE THAT), Felix and MC have a small age gap (He's older by 2 1/2 years) THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY LINKED TO THE REAL DEALS!

SUMMARY: You're an up-and-coming musician with a decent platform. You and a Friend of Felix's get close eventually leading you to meet Him. Liking each other at first, wasn't in the cards due to several misunderstandings. Throughout the year You start gaining attention from more than just your fans. All eyes are on you.

You knew moving out was the right idea. Daisy Lyn was now becoming a name and You were also approaching the first week of college. Your phone rings, it's your best friend. "It's 5 in the fucking morning Soojin." Seo Soojin, one of your best friends since middle school had a bad habit of calling you at absurd hours. "It rang once why are you still awake Y/N?" She had an idea but you know she wanted you to answer. "Pulled an all-nighter." You left out the fact that you hadn't actually slept in days. Soojin sighs, "What time are we going to the orientation?" You stopped to think.

"Wanna say 7? 7:30? Why not call Minnie?" Soojin's girlfriend, also Your best friend since middle school. Granted you knew her first. "No, she's sleeping." You sighed, "I could've been sleeping." She laughed at that, and you rolled your eyes. You both knew that wasn't ever the case. "I'll look on the campus website and I'll let you know in a bit," You said already typing away at your computer. Soojin thanked you and hung up, not long after she sent you the time for the orientation.

You rolled you're eyes at one of the many memes Soojin had stolen from you throughout the years. You checked the time and the clock read 5:15 am. Since you didn't have to leave til around 8:15 you decided to take a break from working on your first-ever song and watch some well-needed TikTok. You normally scrolled on a secret account you had since you had a decent-sized platform on your main account, but today you decided to go to your main to interact with people.

It wasn't long before you got bored and decided to text one of your group chats. You had one just between Soojin, Minnie, and Yourself and you had another one with two of your other friends. Jeongseob and Soojin were cousins and you two had met when you were sophomores. Sunoo and you had become friends your junior year because you both shared a very boring English class. Eventually, you introduced Sunoo to the rest of the group and they accepted him.

Jeongseob and Sunoo were both starting their junior year the following week and it was their first year without the girls. You had told them that you were always willing to help them with school and all that. Just because you guys were starting college didn't mean that you would forget them. Eventually, 7:00 rolled around and you got up from your mini music studio and got your ass in the shower. You couldn't help but be nervous as the first day of college was approaching. Yeah of course you were excited but this is the first time since 6th grade that you didn't share classes with your friends.

And honestly, that worried you. As you rinse the shampoo out of your hair you could hear your phone chiming. It was probably the group chat and you told yourself you would check later. Your shower ended and you waltzed back out to your room with your phone in hand. Soojin and Minnie were spamming the group chat.

You sighed knowing for your dream to become reality you had to work for it. And even though you were putting in the work to grow your platform so you could begin releasing music. Now you had to work even harder to actually produce your music. Eventually, the time came around for you to pick up your friends. So you grabbed your car keys, phone, and purse and headed out of your apartment.

You parked in front of Soojin and Minnie's shared apartment and gave 2 loud honks. After that, you sat in your car as Smack That by Akon played in the background. Not too long later the two lovely ladies appeared Minnie hopped in the front seat as Soojin opened the door to the backseat. The clock on the car said 8:49 am, You back out of the driveway and make your way to campus. It really wasn't a far drive but you were a punctual person and you wanted a good parking spot.

"You sure you can handle ten classes a week?" Minnie asked concerned for your well-being. You were overworked at it was and you had been that way since you were 16. You nodded as you focused on the road, "It's nothing I can't handle." You tried to reassure but you saw the look she gave her girlfriend in the back seat. They nodded silently as the music filled the silence in the car. 15 minutes later you were turning into the parking lot. It was slightly emptier than you expected and you managed to find a good spot.

You all left the car making your way into one of the school's many auditoriums. The place was already pretty packed but you found a small section of 3 seats next to a guy who was sitting on his phone. "Hi... Is anyone sitting here?" You ask as Soojin and Minnie stood behind you. The guy looked up at you, "No you can sit," He took a pause, "You guys freshman?" He asked you as you took your seat next to him. "Yeah we are, are you?" You ask him to be polite.

He shook his head, "Nah I'm a sophomore but I'm transferring in." He explained with a smile. "I should introduce myself, I'm Y/N and these are my friends Soojin and Minnie." You say as Minnie nudged Soojin to say hello and waved. "Nice to meet you, My name’s Jeongin, but you can call me I.N."

taglist: @seungseung-minmin

#stray kids #k pop #music #skz #skz stay #skz imagines #skz felix #stray kids fanfic #college au #enemies to lovers #lee felix #yang jeongin #i.n skz #kpop #lee yongbok

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obi-nob-kenobi · 9 months

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what's done is done

“Obi-Wan, right?” Obi-Wan cleared his throat, voice and pants tight as he said, “That’s right.” Maybe he started to understand why Satine jumped on the boy. He had heads turn to him just by entering the room. Despite this, Anakin only had eyes on him. Too angry to talk to his ex, Obi-Wan seeks out the man she was cheating on him with for some answers. But upon meeting an angel, Obi-Wan decides to have him all for himself.

Rating: E Wordcount: 4,920 Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Tags: Modern AU, Top Obi-Wan, Bottom Anakin, infidelity (not between Obi-Wan/Anakin), Past Obi-Wan/Satine

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Obi-Wan was considering simply changing his number at this point. For the past two weeks straight he’d been receiving endless voicemails and texts from his ex, tones ranging from white hot fury to sobbing apologies. If it wasn’t her, then it was her sister, living a country away, yet with a transcontinental persistence. And if not those two, it was their mutual friends, trying to get Obi-Wan to hear her out.

But Obi-Wan did, or at least he thought he did. The day Satine suddenly insisted on an open relationship, after five years of monogamy, Obi-Wan heard her out. He wasn’t against open relationships as a concept, it was just so out of character for her to want it.

They were each other’s first love in college, ending when she moved back to her home country, then reconnected fifteen years later now that she worked in the states. She was still looking for a place to live when Obi-Wan offered his spare room. Being roommates lasted no more than a few weeks as they rekindled their relationship. It was like they were eighteen again, and no one around them mattered. She was the only person Obi-Wan had his eyes on, and he swore the same for her.

Her question, however, was further proof of her odd behavior over the last month. She was coming home later than normal, but said summer was always the busy months for work. When she was home, her eyes were glued to her phone when she would always turn it off during non-work hours as to not distract her. In case she had an important email or call, she would say.

And not that it should matter, but their sex life had come to a screeching halt. Before she would playfully seduce him to take her anywhere in the condo. Now, he considered nights where he was able to hold her in bed as close to intimacy as possible. If he tried to seduce her first, she’d smile and let him get handsy over her clothes, and that’s as far as they’d go.

He also didn’t want to think that some days she came back smelling different. She had a particular floral perfume she sprayed on every morning yet somehow came home either muted, or masculine, like body spray. The cheap stuff that young male college summer interns would wear, because that’s all they could afford.

He didn’t want to believe it. She couldn’t, not after all this time. She wasn’t the type to cheat.

At least until she asked for the open relationship.

Maybe if they discussed this when they first got together. Maybe if she didn’t stare down every intern or receptionist that looked his way like they were a challenge. Maybe if she was actually working longer hours and had a coworker cover for her, instead of finding out through her colleagues she was leaving every day at five. Then maybe he would have heard her out.

When he said he couldn’t give that to her on top of her secretive behavior, she began shouting. And awful things were said. Obi-Wan regretted it too, which was why he was surprised not two weeks later she was begging for them to talk.

There was a part of him that kept saying she was cheating, and he couldn’t let that go. If she was sleeping with someone else before their break up then asking for an open relationship was just to alleviate her guilt. After all these years, for as long as they've known each other, she tried to have both him and a side piece, rather than honestly communicating in the first place.

He couldn’t even guess who she’d be having the affair with. All her coworkers said she was out by five and was seen alone in her car. She had other usual spots, such as the restaurant across her office where she frequented for lunch, or the mall strip on weekends where they would sometimes go on a stroll. Any of those places could have had her other partner.

He would have given up. He already broke up with her and didn’t want to talk. Best take his losses, five rekindling years down the drain, and just move on.

That was until he ran into Padme Amidala, Satine’s coworker, while he was waiting in line for Starbucks near his workplace. She had to have sought him out since their office was on the opposite side of the city.

“His name is Anakin Skywalker.” She said after sitting him down, fingers picking at the cardboard heat protector of her coffee. “He was our IT intern. His internship ended and that’s when they started. I’m sorry Obi-Wan.”

He and Padme were simply acquaintances, never having the chance to truly sit down and talk as they were doing now. He had been ignoring her texts too, assuming she was trying to get them back together. She didn’t have to come to him with this so despite the anger boiling in his chest, he thanked her for telling him the truth. It was more than what his own ex was willing to do when confronted.

He knew the name of Anakin Skywalker. During the spring, his longtime friend Mace Windu would mutter his name like a swear word. Skywalker was the CompSci kid with a sharp tongue whenever he sat down for Mace's Philosophy lesson, a required course for undergrad students. Meaning Anakin had to have only been in his early twenties.

A quick search of his name popped up his LinkedIn. Name, age, and public resume were all on display.

Anakin Skywalker, twenty-one, University of Coruscant. Last place of work: IT at Coruscant Senate.

Satine went and fucked a twenty-one year old.

Did she want to relive college that badly she had to take on a student lover, from the university just down the street from his work? That was rubbing salt in the wound.

What did this Anakin know about her anyway? Why would he go for someone much older when Padme was there? Satine was a beauty, and time made her better, but the age difference was large. She went to prey on a college undergrad, and he probably stayed with her for the money.

Thought that didn’t explain why she was suddenly begging Obi-Wan back. Trouble in paradise perhaps? He could ask her, but he had a feeling she’d just try to fix their relationship rather than admit the truth of it all. Did she even know Padme was the one who ratted her out?

He wasn’t going to her. Instead, he found Anakin’s public instagram account and messaged him there. A much more casual approach than his LinkedIn. It was a long shot, and he was sure his message would fall into the request folder.

After sending, Obi-Wan wondered what his plan of action was. Why did he need to see who this kid was? Both profiles were public, he could see while he now worked on the campus computer department his real interest were in cars and video games. He had a younger step sister that always commented on his posts, and he had a prosthetic arm, issued by Republic Tech. It was part of their durasteel brand, a sleek black and gold finish. Some photos, if Anakin was wearing short sleeves, his arm was in full view. In others it was covered by a glove.

He was a handsome kid from his photos, Obi-Wan would give him that. But nothing on his socials screamed any common interest with Satine. How did these two even get together?

The thought swirled in his head, then anger grew inside him because it didn’t matter. She chose to cheat and here he was now, sitting in his condo, by himself, staring at a screen.

Hey man. Sorry. Yeah that was me. Fuck it’s awkward like this. Can we meet? There’s this bar I go to. Let me buy you a drink and explain.

At least the kid could legally drink. She didn’t cradle rob that young.

They scheduled to meet Friday evening. Obi-wan had a presentation later in the afternoon for work while Anakin had a lab that ended around the same time. And while the bar was full and noisy it was enough of a distraction to keep Obi-Wan calm, maybe less likely to throw an outburst at the young man for sleeping with her.

Anakin’s instagram photos didn’t do him justice. Because when he received the message ‘just walked in’, Obi-Wan was met with the face of an angel.

Young and tall, his face was rounded and cute, soft like blemishes could never exist on him. Blue eyes glowing from the crowd, and dark curly hair Obi-Wan wanted to run his hands through. Anakin licked his lips as he scanned the room, before checking his phone again for Obi-Wan’s message, indicating which part of the bar he’s in. Soon Anakin was approaching him, almost tripping on another patron, before taking the seat across. “Obi-Wan, right?”

Oh, he liked the way he said his name.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, voice and pants tight as he said, “That’s right.”

Maybe he started to understand why Satine jumped on the boy. He had heads turn to him just by entering the room. Despite this, Anakin only had eyes on him.

“First off, I’m so sorry. You need to know I had no idea she had a boyfriend.”

If all the anger was dissipated when Anakin entered, Obi-Wan now felt a wave of tranquility when he spoke. His voice was deep with a shy tone to it. He spoke in a slow drawl that he could listen to for hours. “Ah, it’s quite alright. I just wanted to know how you two came to be.”

“Can I get you that drink first?” He asked, head ducked slightly with a smile. “Think it’d be easier with it.”

A drink would have made the conversation easier, but staring at the boy was already doing it for him. “Thank you, I’d like that.”

Anakin jumped out of his seat, weaving his way to the bar and grabbing the tender’s attention. Suddenly he could no longer be too angry at Satine for cradle robbing, because he already had so many thoughts of what the two were doing. Thoughts that were quickly replaced with Obi-Wan and Anakin instead.

And on the boy’s instagram profile, he indicated bi. So it couldn’t hurt to fantasize.

Despite the crowds, Anakin managed to return ten minutes later with two large pints of Guinness. They clinked their glasses together, Anakin only taking sips as Obi-Wan drank to at least half. When he put the glass down, Anakin stared at him with wide, doe like eyes. Adorable.

“So… uh. Just to be clear I approached her first. Thought she was pretty and asked her out to coffee. She was flirting with me the whole time so I didn’t assume she was taken.”

Obi-Wan took in his words, a little surprised Anakin was the one initiated just because of his shy demeanor. “How many dates did you two go on?”

Anakin scoffed. “One, if coffee counts. Once my internship ended she was mostly in my bed—apartment. But she never spent the night, and hey if she only wanted to have fun I get it.”

He paused to take a longer sip. “Ah, then I heard her talking on the phone...with you. Saying how she’s working late and couldn’t make it home for dinner.”

Obi-Wan winced, remembering that phone call exactly. It wasn’t a special night, but work for him ended early that day since a client had to reschedule, so he decided to cook a nice meal. Just as he pulled dessert out of the oven, she phoned in saying she wouldn’t make it on time, and to just wrap it up for later.

“I should have asked her then but I didn’t. I thought she could have been…well I don’t know who she could have been talking to. But she suddenly showed up at my door, saying we should go away for a weekend. She seemed upset, and when I asked her what happened--”

“You realized you were the other guy.”

Anakin sighed but nodded. “Look, I don’t mess around like that. I’m not gonna be the guy who ruins someone’s relationship. I’m sorry she did that to you. And,” with a resigned look, he continued. “I do feel bad, for both of you. I uh, take it she left your home, right?”

Obi-Wan grimaced, one of his last words to her being if she can’t commit to their relationship then she had no right to be in their bed. He had meant to mean he couldn’t go to bed with her, but didn’t correct her when she packed her essentials and left. Padme all but confirmed that’s where she was staying for the time being.

“She asked to stay with me, and I let her ‘till Padme was able to get her place ready. We didn’t sleep together,” He added quickly, “Just, you know. Let her take the bed. She left once Padme’s was good to go.”

Even after being used, Anakin kindly housed her. A new guilt crept in Obi-Wan, so angry from their fight he didn’t think what if Padme couldn’t take her? Where would she have gone last minute? A hotel maybe, but that’d be expensive in the long term.

He could have been much nicer, even if he wanted to end it.

“Thank you, for doing that.”

Anakin shrugged. “No problem. Sorry again. For all of it.”

With a dry chuckle, Obi-Wan raised his beer glass to Anakin. “How about we stop feeling sorry? What’s done is done.”

He was met back with the cutest smile, and Anakin’s glass clinking with his. “What’s done is done.”

Obi-Wan finished his drink with that toast, while Anakin’s glass barely reached a quarter empty. His tanned face was forming a drunk blush, with the way his cheeks and nose turned a rosy red. A lightweight.

“Would you like another?” Anakin offered.

“I should be good on this, though if you can’t finish yours, I can do it for you.”

Without hesitation Anakin slid his drink over, their fingers barely touching as Obi-Wan grabbed the glass. “So uh, what do you do?” Anakin asked, his eyes following the glass’s movement, from the table all the way to Obi-Wan’s lips. “Like, if she’s a politician...”

“Well, not in politics necessarily.” He said with a light chuckle. “Lawyer, I’m on a team with Republic Industries.”

Anakin’s eyes lit up at the familiar name of the largest tech company founded in Coruscant. With benefits of six figures, unlimited PTO, and holiday bonuses, it was every person’s dream in tech to work for them. Students fight for the secretary and personal assistant intern positions, and their law department was in just much demand. Obi-Wan sweet talked his way in when they had almost gone with another candidate, hence earning him the nickname ‘Negotiator’. Or silver-tongue depending how tipsy everyone was at the bar.

“No way, you work there? What do you with legal? You must help draft up a lot of NDAs huh?”

It may have been the alcohol, but Obi-Wan was taken aback by Anakin’s interest in his career. More so than Satine ever was, since she always asked why he didn’t go into Judiciary law to be closer to her work.

“I do.” He said, and to test the waters, he pushed forward to say, “Though, I do kiss and tell.”

When he saw the clear fluster in Anakin’s cheeks, Obi-Wan knew he reeled him right in. The boy was speechless, mouth open with cute little noises to say something, and instead came out jumbled. Anakin’s durasteel fingers drummed against the table, his eyes trying to look at anything except Obi-Wan. But he always fell back on him.

“What if I don’t want you to tell?”

“Oh? Just a kiss then?”

“Kisses, if you’re up for it.”

The bar table was small, only meant for two, and was easy to lean into as he gave Anakin a kiss on his lips. Chaste, Obi-Wan thought, but when he pulled back he knew it was more than a peck on his lips for Anakin.

“My place is just a cab over--”

“Mine is around the block.” Anakin blurted.

Obi-Wan smiled, full teeth on display. “Perfect.”

The walk was a complete blur, they could have teleported for all her knew, because from the bar, Obi-Wan pushed Anakin through his apartment and slammed the door behind him. His coat was on the floor, how rude of himself, as calloused and metal worked on the buttons of his shirt. Though Anakin stood taller than him, he acted much smaller, as if trying to hide his intimidating stance.

Obi-Wan found his own hands in Anakin’s soft hair, and with a light pull tugged at the back, exposing his long neck that needed to be decorated with hickies.

Anakin’s knees buckled under him when Obi-Wan nipped him, first starting soft before biting into his skin, tasting the sweat and the cheap body spray that's been on their pillow for weeks. Anakin was wearing far too many layers, and Obi-Wan was enjoying pulling his clothes off piece by piece.

Moving around the apartment was easy enough: It was only had a studio, twin bed on one wall, his work desk against the window, and a tiny kitchenette. There was a door that was probably to the bathroom, and an unruly drawer with socks and shirts sticking out that must have been his only place to keep his clothes. A true college student indeed, working with the bare minimum.

It should bother him that Satine preferred to spend her nights here when she had a lovely home to return to: the master bedroom with a king size bed and walk in closet, a bathroom with glass doors and a separate tub, her own office space, and a living and dining room for when they hosted their friends.

He had ten times more than what Anakin could afford.

Yet, as Anakin moaned his name, his hand desperately reaching for Obi-Wan’s cock through his pants, Obi-Wan decided Anakin’s place was perfect.

Anakin was perfect.

And he only proved that more when the boy dropped to his knees, grinning happily now that he had his prize fully out. Obi-Wan was unashamed how hard he was for him, knowing that he stained his own underwear with how much pre-come covered his cock.

With his hand still in Anakin’s hair, Obi-Wan guided his head right where he had to be. “Go on darling, I can see you want to.”

“Thank you.” Anakin said, and if not for his better self-control, Obi-Wan would have come right then and there. How lucky was he to find this boy eager to suck cock, and thank him for it?

Anakin’s mouth was hot and wet and just as perfect as the rest of him. Wanting to please, Anakin tried to take as much of his length at once, tears forming in his eyes either from the stretch, or his worry he couldn’t do it. Obi-Wan released his grip, gently petting his head and his cheeks instead.

“It’s okay darling, take your time.”

Anakin pulled off with a wet pop, licking his pink lips and looked up at him, arousal still high. “Sorry, can you sit on my bed? It’ll be easier.”

Just one hop and he was on Anakin’s bed. If there was one thing that didn’t look hand-me-down or from a thrift store it was his mattress, which still had spring to it. His bed covers, that was actually neatly made, was printed black with night stars.

He spread his legs, allowing Anakin to sit between them as he started suckling on the head of his cock. Obi-Wan found his hand returning to the soft curly locks, praising him with touch as he enjoyed the best head he’s had in a long time. Anakin took him slower, playing around with his slit to taste more of his pre-come, then working his way down the rest of his long shaft. Obi-Wan was not one for erotic pictures on his phone, always found the idea distasteful. Until now, when he wanted to capture this moment forever. The perfect boy, kneeling between him and pleasing him, just as he pleased his partner before. Except now this boy was his. His to be warmed and stuff, and thank him later for it.

Anakin didn’t even seem to care of his own arousal as his hand stayed on Obi-Wan’s thigh, and his prosthesis arm pushed on the bed for support. His eyes were closed, almost dreamlike, and Obi-Wan’s cock was just something to occupy his mouth.

Now used to the stretch, Anakin swallowed the rest of him down, and Obi-Wan threw his head back with a groan. “Oh Anakin, Anakin you’re so good.”

Anakin took his sweet time to pull off once again, leaving a string of saliva still connecting them. “I am?”

“Yes,” He said, noticing how Anakin glowed with his praise. “Come up here, I need to have you.”

“Have me how?” Anakin’s voice was breathless, yet his smile was trying to convey coy.

“On my face, let me taste you too.”

Anakin choked on air at Obi-Wan’s request, one he was not going to deny. Once Obi-Wan was lying flat on the bed, Anakin had his legs between Obi-Wan's head, spreading his cheeks for easier access. From here Obi-Wan could also see his cute cock and balls, much smaller compared to him. “You can pull my hair too, if you’d like.”

That was his only warning to Anakin as he dove in, tasting the most intimate parts of him. Anakin grabbed his hair, keeping his head in place as he let out a shout. “Oh, oh! Obi-Wan!”

His whines were music to his years, breathless and vocal yet unable to tell him what he wanted. So he stretched him first with his tongue, while he teased his finger alongside.

He felt Anakin move above him, almost falling over to the side when a bottle was nudged between his hands. Obi-Wan stopped what he was doing, smiling when he saw he was handed a bottle of lube. He opened the cap, squeezing a generous amount, and then breached him with his fingers.

“Oh fuck, fuck Obi-Wan—your hands aaaah--,” Anakin was rocking into his touches, his cock stiffened and bouncing and balls aching for more.

“Gotta prepare you dear, make this so pleasurable for you.” It didn’t take long to find Anakin’s prostate, purposely teasing the sensitive gland that him leaking onto Obi-Wan’s face, and he licked Anakin’s pre-come like it was syrup. Sweet, just like him.

“I’m ready, I’m ready!”

“No you’re not, you know how big I am.” Obi-Wan warned, adding a third finger. He was so tight around his fingers alone, and while he didn’t want to hurt the boy his cock ached to be inside him.

“I do, and I want it! I want it now!”

Without thinking, Obi-Wan slapped his ass, earning a whine from Anakin. So he did it again, watching Anakin’s cock pulse and leak with more come. “Naughty boy, let me take care of you.”

“You are,” Anakin reassured him, looking down with a shy smile. “Please, fuck me already.”

“Have you had a cock like this in you before?”

Anakin bit his lower lip, a lie on his lips before he admitted the truth. “Just a toy. It was smaller than you.”

“Oh darling, we’ll go slow. We have all night.”

Maneuvering on the small bed was awkward, but he was able to get Anakin on his back, legs spread as far as he could while his cheek was turned into his pillow. Yet his eyes peeked to Obi-Wan, waiting for his next move.

“We could have all morning too,” Anakin said, voice almost muffled by the fabric. But Obi-Wan caught it. He wanted to hear everything Anakin had to say.

“The morning too, then,” Obi-Wan promised as he slowly pushed in.

Anakin’s entrance was tight as he expected, and despite his whimpers of protest Anakin tried to meet his movements, weakly, with his hips. He wanted to take Obi-Wan, and who was he to deny him? Bit by bit he got himself in, until he’s somehow fully inside him. Anakin’s heat was unlike anything Obi-Wan’s even felt before. His mouth, his ass, were made to take cock. He wondered, by the look of the boy’s blissed out face, if Anakin was done chasing skirts.

“Move,” Anakin demanded, as Obi-Wan was taking the time to admire just how right they fit together.

Obi-Wan bent down, taking Anakin for a deep kiss. He pushed his tongue inside, wanting to feel Anakin’s slide alongside his. And they stayed like that for a little longer, leisurely exploring Anakin’s mouth while is cock was warmed by his hole. He groaned when Anakin squeezed around him, already impatient from his teasing.

So he commanded Anakin’s wish, pulling out just until the tip, and then slamming himself back in. Anakin arched his back, his hand clawing down Obi-Wan’s back as the older man thrust inside him with the intensity Anakin needed. The mattress box squeezed under them, Obi-Wan used the wall as leverage to give himself more room to move, and under him, Anakin was singing like an angel.

His pretty lashes gathered dewdrops, his lips swollen begging to be kissed, even if that meant swallowing all his sounds, and now Obi-Wan could see the bites and bruises forming around his neck and collar. He was the perfect, debauched image.

Obi-Wan thrust into him again, watching Anakin bounce and whimper his name. Satine never saw him like his, he’s sure. Never really appreciated his beauty as Obi-Wan is now. She had her chance with Obi-Wan, had it with Anakin. Now she’s out, and they have each other.

Obi-Wan would be embarrassed how easily he was going to come inside him, so he wrapped his hand around Anakin’s cock and helped him first. The reaction was instant, Anakin throwing his head back and a scream, and Obi-Wan wanted him to keep screaming until his voice was raw. With a few strokes Anakin came across his chest, squeezing so delightfully around Obi-Wan’s own cock, keeping him locked in place to finally come inside him too.

He watched as Anakin’s face relaxed into a smile, his eyes watery, body over sensitive, yet his legs kept Obi-Wan trapped inside him.

When he finally pulled out, Obi-Wan felt his tired cock twitch again with interest as he watched his come flow out of Anakin’s used hole. There were no thoughts about using a condom, but that was for future him to worry about. For now, they tried to fit together in Anakin’s small bed, and found that having him in his arms, with Anakin’s head resting on his chest, was the perfect position.

Anakin’s dark curls tickled under Obi-Wan’s nose, and he noted just how nice he smelled. He kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back up and down. He thought Anakin had dozed off after a bit, just as Obi-Wan was feeling tired too, until Anakin shifted, sitting up slightly to ask: “Is it okay if I take this off? It’s just more comfortable to sleep without it.”

Obi-Wan kissed his cheek. “Darling, don’t have to ask me.”

Anakin shrugged. “I know, but some people find it...weird.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but wonder if Satine fell under that. Instead of asking, he offered to help him take it off. Anakin politely declined, but showed him how before placing it on his nightstand and snuggling up right back in his place.

Obi-Wan contemplated if he should go. How did one-night stands work nowadays? Anakin teased him to stay until morning but that could have easily been the lust talking.

Anakin rubbed his face between Obi-Wan’s hairy chest. “So,” he said while stifling a yawn, “do you take coffee or tea for breakfast?”

“Tea,” Obi-Wan answered quickly.

“Hm, good thing I keep some around. The bagged stuff though.”

“That’s okay, I’ll take it.”

So that answered that, and it helped Obi-Wan settled into bed more. He pulled Anakin’s covers over them as the air grew colder. They were sticky with each other’s fluids but he didn’t have the energy to clean up.

Maybe it was still the high from an intense orgasm, but Obi-Wan couldn’t help but think even now they still fit together perfect. What kind of circumstances, a heartbreaking one, led him to this beautiful boy who called his name as he came? Anakin, who was so perfect on his knees and on his back, he almost could not believe he slept with Satine. The thought actually caused him to chuckle, startling Anakin.

“What’s so funny?”

“Sorry dear, I simply could not imagine you topping my ex.”

With a shy turn of his head, Anakin mumbled, “Well I was never on top…”

“Ah,”

“Hey,” Anakin lightly swatted his chest. “If I hadn’t asked her out, she wouldn’t have cheated on you. Then you wouldn’t have tracked me down.”

“So I should thank her for this?”

“If you want.” Anakin said with a shrug, “but I don’t want to think of her right now.”

“Good.” Obi-Wan said, holding Anakin closer. “Dream of me, then tomorrow I’ll make whatever you want a reality.”

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Headcanon: Stolas + Social Cues

Before I start, this is meant to be more of a HEADCANON than a THEORY- please don’t come into my inbox or onto this post to debunk it, I sincerely do not care, there are 100% completely valid reads on Stolas and concepts like willfull ignorance and even pushing his own agenda out of entitlement- I won’t argue with those reads, so please don’t argue with mine, it’s just my personal opinion as an autistic person with trouble reading social cues myself

The TL;DR is: I think most of Stolas’s Issues with how he interacts with people (primarily Blitz and Octavia, as those are his two most frequent, positive- atleast from Stolas’s side- interactions) is more to do with an inability to understand social cues than anything else

Part 1: Childhood Neglect

Children have to be around, ya' know, people, from a young age to develop social skills- and a big part of those social skills is the ability to read people, but we know for a fact that for the first ten years of his life, Stolas had never interacted with other children and had very scarce interaction with other adults, I don't think that changed until he was in his teens and was forced to be around Stella, but even if I'm wrong, those first ten years kinda sealed his fate anyway because most primary social skills (like reading people) are learned before the age of five- or atleast the primary functions are, nuance obviously comes later, so by the age of ten, Stolas was completely incapable of learning this skill without actively being taught, and we know he sure as hell didn't have that, so he's kinda just.... cooked....

Making matters much, much worse- what interactions he did have in childhood were all either cold, cruel, or both.. with one notable exception we’ll get to later

The butler seemed to be very “professional”...

...Yeah I’m not exactly getting a huge range of emotions from this fella to be honest....

Then you have Paimon, who seems to be mostly in a jovial state when he visits Stolas..... but that peppy mood is punctuated by cruelty, IE: “cease your bitch crying”, that wasn’t really said in anger- he didn’t seem frustrated or pissed off, just mildly annoyed but mostly still in a good mood, this would be a good example of mixed messages: Actions that contradict words or vice versa, for any child it might be hard to understand the idea of someone speaking to them calmly and within a relatively good mood but saying something mean and hurtfull, but to a child who doesn’t have the necessary skills to understand social cues, this becomes it’s own strange normal

Next is Stella, who I personally feel probably didn’t meet Stolas until they were teenagers, but it doesn’t really matter because either way, I don’t think it would have changed much- she’s cold, cruel, and vile from the beginning, Stolas is a very sensitive person with a very gentle disposition, no matter if he met her when he was ten or when he was sixteen, I think it’d be a shock to his system either way, and having to come to terms with the fact that this is the type of person who he’s going to have to have a marriage with had to have taken a big emotional toll, and it’s setting the stage VERY early in conditioning him into a victimized mindset- there is zero opportunity for him to get away from this abusive situation, all he can do is learn how to minimize the pain that comes out of it, and that in and of it’s self leads to having a very..... difficult time learning how to read people, on the good side of things, yes, you learn quickly how to avoid setting off your abuser (...unless ofcourse the abuser is emotionally sporadic) and can learn quickly how to tell when things are about to go from generally calm to “head for cover”.... but it also creates a skewed perception- ESPECIALLY for people who lack relationship experience- for reading people in future relationships, making one either overly cautious.... or attracted to red flags- wich is very clearly Stolas’s case (don’t think I didn’t notice the text that invited Blitz to “be mean to him” in what was VERY clearly an attempt at mediating a sour situation, this is not kink, this is absolutely and 100% a victimized person trying a Fawn Response to get out of more severe consequences- in alot of cases, people in abusive situations would rather suffer a shorter instance of having anger taken out on them (IE: being slapped in the face, screamed at, or berated) than to have their abuser (or anyone in their life for that matter) stay mad at them for an extended period of time (and to be VERY clear, before anyone comes for me, I’m not saying that Blitz is abusing Stolas by any stretch of the imagination, although I will touch on the language used again later, but Stolas’s ONLY mindset in a romantic relationship was specifically curated to be a victimized one, it is the ONLY guidepost he has, and he WILL, by nature, fall into the patterns he developed with Stella with anyone else he has a relationship with until that trauma is dealt with properly and he learns how to have other kinds of interactions with people and how to have a healthy relationship)

And that brings us to the only other childhood interaction that we know of- Blitz: ...And Blitz is confusing even for people who do have social experience, not as much when he was a kid, but still to some small degree, because Blitz, by nature, is rude, crass, and insulting, that can make it really hard to tell if he genuinely likes you or not- take Moxxie for instance, who we know he considers to be part of his family, who he VERY clearly has fondness and affection for (besides all the threeway comments, “Truth Seekers” makes this clear enough).... but he also is often at the butt of Blitz’s jokes, comments, and insults, for no apparent reason at that (we don’t see him treating Millie that way, although, that doesn’t mean that he’s never sharp or rude with her, he just seems to reserve the most of it for Moxxie) I think even people who have a good understanding of social cues would find him hard to figure out, so you take Stolas- who at this point has never had a truly positive interaction with literally anyone to our knowledge- suddenly being treated with atleast some kind of affection and comradary, and he’s just going to assume that ok, yes, this must be how people interact with eachother- he’s never been taught or shown any differently, his father actually has a very similar way of treating him to how Blitz does- he seems to be in a fine mood, isn’t shouting or displaying anger, but he’s casually insulting Stolas and belittling him, so when Stolas’s first ever freind says things like “Your books are boring”, and then proceeds to offer to play a game with him, Stolas’s veiws on this are probably going to skew alot less towards “That was rude” and alot more towards “Oh, this is just how people treat eachother” or at the very least “This is just how people treat me”- and this seems like such small potatoes but the sheer lack of any other interactions Stolas has with people makes every single word important to him and how he develops social skills- and when he’s already leaning into a victimized mindset, this is only going to help it along it’s path

Part 2: The Love Bomb

So Stolas, we can probably deduce, doesn’t have alot of luck with meeting people in adulthood who are, you know, decent to him, if the fact that he’s sidelined at his own party gives any indication, I feel like it’s VERY safe to assume- if not just stating an explicit fact- that Stolas hasn’t had any new positive interactions since that initial playdate with Blitz

So imagine if you will, this scenario:

Blitz is the first person to show Stolas not just any form of freindship, but any form of positive attention at all (excluding Via but we’ll get there), then after over a decade of this still being true, he sneaks into Stolas’s house and within ten minutes of seeing Stolas again, indicates VERY clearly that he wants to sleep with Stolas- who I guarantee, despite living in the Lust ring, does not have any grasp on the concept that wanting to sleep with someone does not automatically mean you have feelings for them, as having feelings for someone- or atleast liking them- seems to be a vital part of Stolas’s own attraction to people and ability to want to sleep with them (we know he doesn’t want to sleep with Stella, per the fact that she proudly admits to essentially assaulting him, and I’m not convinced that his lack of interest in her is entirely due to his sexuality- I personally headcanon that he’s gay, but that isn’t explicitly stated to be true anywhere, and he could easily be bi, pan, or even on the ace spectrum- wich I would not be remotely surprised about, by the way, as a demi person myself- and even if he IS gay, that doesn’t mean he’s automatically incapable of sleeping with a woman or having some enthusiasm to do so- ask a small crowd of gay men and I’ll bet anything that atleast one or two have had genuinely positive sexual interactions with women, especially if they were closeted for an extended period of time)- then after several rounds of sex and Blitz sleeping over, their next interaction is Stolas offering a monthly arrangement and Blitz, albeit with a lukewarm response that can be rightfully chalked up to him trying to avoid being murdered- agrees to it- wouldn’t your perception, until this point, be largely that Blitz still has some level of affinity for Stolas? If this is the only perspective we saw, it makes loads of sense

But this is where things start getting murky

After Blitz’s initial, brisk, agreement, interactions from Blitz’s end are LARGELY mixed in messaging- he’s sharp, cold, and often cruel with the way he speaks to Stolas, but he continues to come over and keep their arrangement anyway, at times initiating himself

or saying that he doesn’t mind when their monthly arrangement comes early

The show makes it VERY fucking clear that besides being extremely kinky (and having kinks that usually seem to line up with eachother quite well) they’re also switches-

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Meaning that Blitz doesn’t just do all the giving, he also allows Stolas to top- this is clearly not just about Blitz getting to tie up a royal and feel empowered for once, and it clearly is involving more attention than just a quick bang for the book and running (and for context, the first screencap in this set is meant to indicate that Stolas topping is something Blitz is familiar enough with as a concept that he has to tell Stolas “no” in the beginning of their trip, I don’t think he’d be that cautious if Stolas had exclusively bottomed until this point)

At the same time Blitz also has many times (like the above in Loo Loo Land) when he makes it clear that he doesn’t want to engage in anything sexual, and Stolas has always respected that to atleast a physical degree (even if he often dirty talks and comes onto Blitz when Blitz clearly wishes he wouldn’t, he atleast knows not to do anything handsy when Blitz says “no”, wich is a low bar to step over but still)

But the problem is that Blitz’s attitude and how he responds to Stolas- outside of very clear “yes”es and very clear “no”s- is nearly always hostile, it’s only when Blitz is in a particularly good mood that he seems to be more mild in how he treats Stolas- and that’s often after sex, from what we’ve seen, or after Stolas has done something for Blitz (IE: saving him and I.M.P. in Truth Seekers), Blitz has “resting bitch attitude” to the extreme, his default state is a harsh disposition, and he’s also no stranger to making unwanted sexual advances himself (IE: rather constantly with the M&Ms) and/or being harsh with someone only to then turn around and give enthusiastic consent to sleep with them (IE: Chazz), it wouldn’t surprise me at all if he’s sent several of these mixed messages Stolas’s way on top of the ones we know he’s sending

It’s right back to the beginning of Stolas’s social life with Paimon: His demeanor says one thing but his words say another, when someone is being an asshole but doing it with a smile, are they actually being an asshole or are they just teasing? Some people can’t tell as easily- if at all

Making things worse, until Ozzie’s, there is never a moment when things clearly go on the ice with Blitz, Stolas’s progression of events goes from Blitz being openly affectionate straight into him being cold and hostile, there’s no break in between where Stolas would be able to stop and question if something went wrong, the transition is pretty seamless, because I highly doubt that he knew from the beginning Blitz’s initial seduction of him was disingenuous, Stolas was far too caught off guard for his enthusiasm to be planned- if we want to talk “Stolas Sings” lyrics, I would be willing to bet that that he didn’t start recognizing the “comfortable lie” until after he set up the deal with the book- wich may even be what he’s referring to in the first place, we assume that it’s about Blitz’s affection, but maybe it’s because he knows that he deceived Blitz into trying to force Blitz to spend time with him

The point of this section is simple: Blitz is an emotionally complicated person, and someone who has very little relationship experience isn’t going to have an easy time figuring those emotions out

Part 3: Octavia

For a quick break from the Stolitz Shit Show however, this section is pretty simple- Stolas can’t read Octavia either

The conversation about Loo Loo Land comes up alot, and although I do agree that some of his insistence on Loo Loo Land- despite her CLEAR disinterest in it- comes from the very classic parental problem of wanting to relive something from your child’s early years that made them happy- that now, ofcourse, they find too childish to enjoy- I also feel like he genuinely didn’t know exactly how disinterested in Loo Loo Land she was, I think in some ways he’s sort of written off her general demeanor as “She’s being a teenager”- that, or has internalized it

In many ways, Octavia is both the outlier to the pattern of people around him, and also falling exactly in step with the pattern as well

On the one hand she was the only person to ever show him consistent, enthusiastic, unconditional love and affection, this makes her the outlier to all of his other relationships, he may or may not chalk this up to a father/daughter bond, though I tend to believe he does given the emphasis he tries to place on being a doting dad, but it doesn’t really matter why- she just is

Or.... was.....

Because as of recent, I would assume since puberty hit- although we technically don’t know this for a fact- Octavia has slipped into the same disinterest of having Stolas around as everyone else around him- atleast on the surface

Like Paimon, Stella, and later Blitz, she tends to be cold to him, at times hurtfull (even though she very obviously doesn’t mean to be; IE: the band she’s listening to being called “Fuck You Dad” and making a point of telling him that), and rarely shows him any truly positive interactions (with Star Seekers being one of those noted exceptions) Stolas could group this in with the mentality that this is just how everyone treats him, but given how long he had Octavia’s very enthusiastic and unconditional joy at being around him, I tend to believe that he’s just chalking it up to her being a teenager- and, fair, that IS actually alot to do with it, so I’m willing to bet that he tends to see her.... less than thrilled attitude through a sort of lens that keeps that in mind, like rose colored glasses almost, keeping himself aware that she’s a teenager and is going to be grumpier than she used to be, but she has no reason not to still love him ....right?

The problem with that, obviously, is that it waters down everything she says and does, it allows him to- intentionally or unintentionally- read her cold response as more of a lukewarm response, essentially turning a “no” more into a “maybe”- wich obviously leads to quite alot of misunderstandings and Stolas trying to push things that he shouldn’t be pushing under the beleif that she still enjoys them, but just is in Grumpy Teenager Mode and isn’t going to express that enjoyment as openly as she used to

This doesn’t so much fit in with his usual trouble reading people as it is it’s own thing, but I think they fit together to create a more cohesive understanding of why exactly he has such a hard time understanding what seem to us to be very clear emotional indicators

Part 4: Conclusion

The thing is, we know Stolas is incredibly smart, so this isn’t just empty-headedness, and it isn’t always something that works in his benefit- IE: when he’s initially kidnapped by Striker and doesn’t seem to realize he’s really in any danger until Striker actually verbally indicates that he is-

(granted it was probably the evil laugh but still)

The fact that he didn’t process that he was really in any danger until this moment could come from him just depending on Blitz to save him until now.... but that doesn’t really work, as at his “Oh shit” moment, he still believes Blitz is on his way to save him- it took Striker CLEARLY indicating that he was confident in his ability to kill Stolas to convince Stolas that he may have a point, despite the fact that he’s been tied up with angelic rope and should have gleamed that much sooner

From my own experience as an autistic person, reading people is a nightmare, and I WAS socialized well and taught very good social skills from a mother who’s naturally very good at socializing, but I still can’t tell half the time when someone is joking with me, even if it’s clear to other people, still ask people- completely out of the blue to them- if they’re angry with me because I can’t tell the difference between someone being quiet and someone being mad, still have to outright ask half the time if someone is being sarcastic or literal, and even as of my early 20s, was so sure that (what I see NOW to be) a very clearly scripted interveiw with an actor was serious that I made a cringey Tumblr post begging people to let him sleep because I thought he was being woken up by his castmates every five minutes

I think this is one of those things neurotypical people often take for granted, but for austies and other neurodivergent people (or people like Stolas who suffered severe emotional neglect and abuse and didn’t exactly develop the way he should have) reading basic social cues can sometimes be like trying to put together a Rubiks Cube, and when you compound that issue with people who- for one reason or another, be it teenage angst or a snarky disposition or parental neglect- aren’t all that clear with their signals to begin with, you just end up with someone who’s pretty fucking confused all the time about their emotional place with the people around them

Again, there are other totally valid reads on this situation out there, this is just my own personal headcanon but then I headcanon both Blitz and Stolas as being autistic anyway because honestly have you met them?

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