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#is it like an inferiority complex ???? So that instead of working hard on yourself to feel like an equal to THEM u want to pity them so tha

ye-local-simp · 2 years

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Hello! I’m not sure if you watch MCU movies but I was wondering if you could do a Doc Ock like reader, with the dorm heads. I was thinking of how they would react to the mechanical tentacles Doc Ock has as well as the interesting personality. You don’t have to If you don’t want to but I thought there was no point in not asking. Thank you!

A/N:Again, I chose 5 characters out of the dorm leaders so hopefully that is ok with you.

[S/o like Doc Ock]

[RIDDLE,AZUL,VIL,MALLEUS, IDIA]

Riddle:

-Surprised to see the mechanical tentacles, let alone find outthat it is an extension of yourself.

-Never seen anything like it back at his home.

-Understands that you have an inferiority complex and makes sure that it is being managed with care so he tries to make you feel like you belong.

-He might even ask scientific questions from you for future reference and study with you if he sees that you are alone for most of the day.

Azul:

-Another octopus (or octopus like person in this case) on campus?

-Finally!

-Don't worry, he makes sure that the Jade and Floyd don't tease you too much for since they do like to joke about this stuff especially since you are already insecure of yourself.

-Even though Azul currently doesn't feel that way, he definitely knows how it feels.

-He is definitely curious about your tentacles though, like can you feel pain with then or splash out ink like he does?

Vil:

-He can't tell if the tentacles make you an eyesore but it does make you stand out of the crowd nonetheless.

-However when he sees it up close, he is glad to know that it suits you, like no one else can pull off the look.

-As you can see, it fits perfectly on your body plus you had no magic so a scientific advantage is perfect for you.

-Vil knows about your inferiority issues and he wants to make his partners feel as important to him as possible so he makes sure that you loom your best each day and you have the affection he thinks you deserve.

Malleus:

-Another human to be curious about is his initial thought.

-Mostly since he doesn't normally see humans with tentacles which is his good enough reason to approach you.

-Glad to see you are making something of yourself instead of relying on magic like other people would including himself.

-He doesnt understand why you out of all people have low self esteem but he does what he can to make you feel special even if he isn't the best at love.

Idia:

-He is quite the genius himself so when he sees the tentacles, he wants to know more, but he needs to get you to him.

-Since you both have inferiority complexes,it wasn't that hard for you two to understand each other, so you two hit it off quicker that others would.

-He would make sure you feel comfortable and maybe work on your tentacles together as a dare.

-Not the expected outing for a date but it works for you two anyways.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst fluff #twst scenarios #twst headcanons

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neptune-ian · 20 days

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meant to add for my ask about relationships / soulmates etc. that society has made it so complex nowadays in terms of finding a partner, I do think older generations had it easier in that area as they did not have to try so hard and I do think so many women or girls try so hard to get guys attention or say they maybe want to manifest idols being their relationships it is like no one tries being single anymore or everyone is in such a hurry to get a partner even if they are young or naive. I kind of laugh sometimes when theres young idols and tarot readers make it sound like they go through girls faster than tissues if I were them dating would be the last thing on my mind as they have eons of time to date later on in life but again I think fomo is so real these days.

If someone else has an item then everhone else has to have it as well, if someone else has a partner then so many others want a partner and if someone else looks a certain way then everyone else tries to look or dress that way. like people are scared of being by themselves or if they dont have a clique they dont belong somewhere or if they dont have a relationship they must be always on trend or they have to have latest brand names, so no one tries to stand out anymore or just be themselves. and even tho we are often told to be ourselves it does fuck all to be honest cause like no ones going to give u any attention cause someone else will always be trying to get it instead

I remember being in school and seeing so many girls just getting into makeup and thinking I dont know if I need makeup im not overly pretty then my "friends" bck then would always be trying to get guys numbers and this was in mid 00s mind you so we were still somewhat using old phones and school wouldve been bedlam or hell if we had have smartphones back in those days. iPods were our main entertainment or distraction but even so there was still some

Social media, dating apps, going outside, LGBTQ+ clubs etc… for you to higher your chance of meeting « the one ». I don’t believe society completly made it harder but I’d say people did made it harder and less meaningful but I got you ✅. Example : (not exhaustive)

Dark feminine energy

(My butt yes…)

That’s one of the most stupid things TikTok/spiritual community and women have put in a high position. How come you have/should break men hearts because they are bad and you are good??? Why would you have to manipulate??? Why only showing your strenght and acting like a superhuman when you in fact need to be vulnerable (atound trustworthy people) and accept your emotions? Why fo you have to be « dark » to be powerful???? What’s the point of all that???

IT’S THE SAME SH*T AS « Alpha Male » 💀

Also the « baddy », « lady boss » thing where you only need money and to show off that you are « better » than every other human being and nothing else…

Light feminine energy

Same thing. Why would you have to be submissive to whatever people tell you? Why would you mostly refer to your womb and reproduction capability? Aren’t you more than just a walking huge belly? Or a poor docile looking thing? Aren’t you allowed to fight for yourself even if that means being alone against the world???

Tell me HOW are you supposed to create a genuine and long lasting bond when all you got to do is breaking people’s heart, treating them like less than human, your sexual objects, your slave, your toy, your garbage, your opposite and inferior being? Explain me how you are supposed to be open, vulnerable, giving, loving and supportive when you just act dense and indifferent toward the opposite gender (or same sex in some case though it’s seems more rare?)??? That does not make any freaking sense. Think a minute : will you dare tell me that being the dark feminine energy people brag about will actually help you having a good self esteem AND relationship? For the first option it may work but mostly on a superficial level ; you are not listening to your own needs. The second option? Dont even daydream about it cause it won’t happen.

Are you not allowed to dive into your OWN energy (be it masculine/feminine/androgyne)???? And stop showing how strong you are and finally allow yourself to open up to genuine people (that will one day or another come into your life)?

That’s what stops people from finding a partner, all they want is to perfectly fit into a « cool » and trendy category just to show off. That’s so stupid and I personally feel bad whenever someone rely (and relates) to those trendy things. (Dark/light feminity/alpha/omega/baddy/boss lady/mascu/incel…) - it also keeps perpretrating gender stereotypes.

#neptune’s talk #neptune’s anon ask

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ihatebnha · 2 years

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"power hungry bakugo hero elite who abuses his power" 👀👀👀👀

STOPPP i'm embarrassed i used the word "power" in a sentence TWICE!!! but...

(warning: mostly abt bakugo and less abt you, abuse of power, dub con but it's mostly intimidation)

What was I was thinking was like... in a world where Deku doesn't get into UA, who is there to humble Bakugo? Who is there to redirect his anger, challenge him, forgive him?

In the ways that Deku (and only Deku) helps him come to terms with those parts of him, as well as the severe inferiority complex and perfectionism he harbors... what happens when that growth is taken away, and what kind of man are you left with?

Let's just say I don't think Bakugo gets any kinder. Or any more self aware. Or any less... arrogant. In fact, without a Deku, those part of him just grow and grow and grow until you're left with some kind of... tyrant.

He easily graduates at the top of his class and shoots up the hero charts. Opens his own agency quick, fills it with sidekicks even quicker. In the way that heroes do, he schmoozes with the commission, politicians, anyone who can make him rank higher, give him unquestionable status.

And in the meantime, he fights villains. And he fights villains. And he fights villains... competing with an equally callous Todoroki to eradicate any source of injustice... but also heavily enforce the status quo.

Obviously... he's successful. To the point where there's hardly any crime or quirk abuse left. But of course... then he just starts going for the low level fruit, the things that cops are meant to handle: people stealing to survive, vandals, minor infractions.

And when lawsuit after lawsuit rains down upon him... nothing ever ends up happening, because the government loves him so.

He wants more.

I think maybe... you're a paper pusher at the agency. Cute little secretary who draws up files or hands out medical supplies. You didn't really want to take the job, but now that the city is divided between heroes and everyone else... it is the safest place to be.

Bakugo, Dynamight, is the kind of boss who you see but never speak to. He's always busy in his own quarters, or out about on the strip doing... what he does. He passes by you occasionally, glances at you, and then carries on. Things are fine, work is fine.

Then your station is moved, your services are requested elsewhere. From a slightly lowly desk job to... working on the top floor?

(You stare at the email. It's titled "URGENT TRANSFER.")

Turns out, however... things aren't much different... just that your desk is now crammed into the tiny hallway to the side of Dynamight's office. One-way mirrored walls, his way.

I could waste more time talking about it. I won't.

Just that suddenly, instead of first aid and auto-correct, you're being asked to bring coffee to his office. Suddenly, your uniform requirements go from slacks and nice sneakers to short skirts and shiny shoes. Suddenly... you are being told to sit on his lap.

You could say no. You really could. He's a hero, and heroes, no matter how corrupt, are heroes; with enough self-assured goodness in them not to take from and violently abuse those they deem innocent.

Still, you can never bring yourself to utter the words, to turn away from the prowess behind each request, the glint in his eye, the warning.

("There's a lot of bad fuckers out there, you know," he says. His voice is raspy, and his eyes are dark. He sits, lounges, on his office chair like a lazy, jungle panther, his thighs spread, his head tilted back. "Be something good for me, will you, baby doll?")

And when he asks for you to kiss him, it's hard not to pretend that his mouth doesn't taste like blood.

#bakugo #this didnt end up being as dark as i had it in my mind #so i APOLOGIZE!!!!!!!#but #im also at work trying to do this in between things so its rough #i probably wouldve tried for more sm*t otherwise oop #so pretend its there #maybe ill try again with the concept #idk #but mean boss bakugo uggghghghgh #being the one good thing in his life even if it feels so bad #AJKSDFKADSF #ask #anon #bakugo thoughts #caitie post

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tonya-the-chicken · 2 years

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1-* Basically Endeavor names himself Endeavor(english katakana) because of To Endeavour(the japanese verb in kanji translated as hard work). Theres a pun in the menial nature(性根). Nature(shone性��) can also mean perserverance/tenacity(shokon性根). Instead of menial, gist I took was slavish or slightly religious way its like he threw himself devoted into making effort. Putting on airs was directly the word what the databook and profile page described his beard as "flashy show"(of power).

2-* These are unofficial 4chan translations and the translator's notes about them:- "Young Enji: The envy and inferiority complex towards a true superhuman. The defeatist nature (The use of "defeatist" here is probably a bit more interpretive than I usually go, and I'm happy to explain my reasons afterwards, but at a minimum, I do think that's the better translation in this case.) that gave you the name "Hard Work(Endeavor)" ((I think its "named yourself" from what i googled))

3-* So the word in question is 卑屈, whose English speaking dictionary definition is something along the lines of "subservient" or "obsequious". The thing is that the definitions I saw in Japanese were much more along the lines of "self-abasing" or "timid". The root of the subject being lowly is kind of the same, but one is much more outward behavior focused, where as the other is more inward degradation focused. Given the context, the "subservient" translation didn't really sit right to b

4-* translation didn't really sit right to begin with, so I tried to come up with something that captured all the nuances I saw in the Japanese definitions and came up with "defeatist". I'm still not 100% sold on it, but I think it at least feels more accurate than the alternative.I only really felt the need to mention it because I generally do try to stick by the English speaking dictionary definitions, so that way even a pretty novice Japanese learner could check my work if desired.

So basically Enji thought of himself as a weakling because he was not born strong and had to work hard for his success but he felt forever inferior to others born talented and his dedication to working hard became unhealthy and religious. Working harder than anyone else was like degradation to himself since he could deduce that others can have similar results with less work. They put in less effort than him and yet they aren't far behind if behind at all. He is basically compensating for his inborn weakness (how is he weak though, that's not elaborated. Is he not? Is his assessment inadequate?). Saying "I am a hard worker" is like saying you have no talent. It makes a bit more sense if "menial nature" is "religious perseverance". Not to mention AFO talks about his doggedness too

Reminds me of Shirogane Miyuki from Kaguya-sama lmao

#asks #bnha #todoroki enji #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 356 #me: i don't get those hard english words #you: more hard english words #need to start practicing again or something

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annbobko · 1 year

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Greetings to all my friends and foes and froes!

Today instead of writing my diploma I want to write about my deep and passionate love for Ukrainian culture in all manifestations.

But first lets add a little bit of context for better understanding of post-colonial mindset and perception of all media products through it. Brief summary of the history of Ukraine can be expressed as "Fuck off!" In IX-XIII century Kyivs'ka Rus' was one of greatest authorities in the world. But after its glory it gradually weakened due to internecine strifes and external enemies such as mongols. So Kyivs'ka Rus' disintegrated into separate principalities none of which were strong enough. And since then Ukrainians had to fight for their homeland, culture and language with strong and agressive neigbours such as Rzeczpospolita and Moskovia.

Moskovia was once little peripheral state of Kyivs'ka Rus' whose rulers succsessfully adjusted to the supremacy of Golden Horde and took its advantage from collapse of both Kyivs'ka Rus' and Mongol Empire. After that Moskovia started to militarize and aggresively expand and build its legend about their supremacy over other nations. Later Moskovia transformed into Russian empire which became USSR which became Russian Federation. But their aggression, imperailism, propaganda and lies lasted through the centuries.

And USSR finally managed to fullfill the dreams of its ancestors - to occupate Ukraine. They were never wanted and welcomed on our land (you can search for UIA or URA). In order to suppress the rebellions they had to organise THREE Holodomors. After that situation seemed to be stable but far from joyful. Ukrainains were robbed (you can google dispossesion and collectivisation), banned from their language and culture and had to work in inhuman conditions for Red Empire. I encourage you to search for true information about everyday life in USSR (prison of nations), about attitude towards workers, about ways to control people and punishment for disloyalty, about planned economy, about life in collective farms (kolkhoz, kolhosp).

And after the fall of the Soviet Union Ukraine was formally free but in fact there was population traumatized to the core and ruzzian cultural expansion never stopped. In fact it became only stronger with years bacause forsed russification and hundred years of isolation from true Ukrainain culture were a perfect foundation for pushing ruzzian content such as films, tv shows, series, books leave aside proruzzian politics. Also I wanna emphasize on inferiority complex formed by this context which is extremely hard to notice and reflect without some major shock such as war.

And here my story begins. I was born in ruzzian speaking family. None of my relatives ever manage to reflect their soviet trauma so reading ruzzin books and watching their shows were usual thing for me. Of course that was not the only content I consumed, but due to already mentioned inferiority complex I had very few Ukrainian books, or magazines, or tv shows... So with such shock as war I started to reflect this trauma and rediscover Ukrainian history, culture, books, songs, films, creators, businesses. And understanding the depth of heritage I was deprived of felt like agony. Now I never speak ruzzian or consume any of their content. Obviously because that is terrorist state, but also because they can create nothing but imperialistic shit. I can't and never could assosiate myself with their characters as well as crime victim can't sympathize with an offender.

And that is the reason why Ukrainian culture is so important for me. Its about sharing the trauma, sharing experiences, living in the same reality, walking the same streets, drinking coffee in same cafes... Its about some bond shared on so many levels. And I genuinely don't know how to describe this experience of living deprived of your history and identity and then discovering it and realising yourself as part of the nation. But I know how to describe why Ukrainian culture is my one true big love and will do it in next post)

#ukraine #russia #war #life #imperialism #postcolonial #russian empire #trauma #culture #history #ussr history #ussr

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chloerinee · 3 years

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This ep of helluva boss was just SO GOOD in terms of propelling Blitzo's character developement forward, especially within the context of the world building of hazbin/heluva canon. Like how Blitzo and Stolas's personalities and their motivations impact their roles in the society they exist in, and by extention, the relationship between the two of them due to the inherent power imbalance of Stolas's status as a royal. Their character arcs both individually and together are shaping up to be extremely interesting! I'll start with a general analysis of both characters and go forward from there.

To start, Stolas is incredibly entitled and definetly suffers from a major superiority complex. It's an interesting contrast to Blitzo's inferiority complex, and to be honest, when you think about it they act as foils to one another in a lot of different respects. While Blitzo is prideful and an incredibly proud individual, there's an underlying note to a lot of his interactions that leaves you with the impression he has a lot of deep seated self-loathing and internalizations of his unloveability (i.e. ep two "does anyone love you blitzo?" "no."); Stolas by comparison, is self aggrandizing and portrays high self esteem and a secure sense of self and what his duty is even while he's in emotional distress (i.e. also in episode two with his lullaby to Octavia when he touches on his disillusionment with love! more on that bit in a sec)

From what I can speculate about Stolas given his portrayal on the show, he appears to be observably shackled to his sense of duty despite the lack of joy it brings him, however he WANTS LOVE. He DESIRES the thrill of that connection. His relationship with Blitzo goes against everything he built his life around (his marriage to Stella, his status as nobility, his responsibilities to safeguard his grimoire) but even despite this he can not help himself. I get the feeling that he may have impulse control issues or perhaps his willingness to just Risk It All speaks to the amount of infatuation he has for Blitzo??? because everytime they are in the same scene, he's just so incredibly elated and constantly vocalizing his desire for Blitzo's presence. He even goes as far to go out of his way to invite Blitzo to things, and introduce him to his daughter! A parent does not do those things lightly- to introduce your child and construct a situation where your 'partner' and your child socialize is a huge deal. On some level, he wants his two favorite people to interact and be introduced to one another, no matter how misguided that is. He did not consider Octavia's feelings or ask if it was what she wanted, only that he had positive memories at Lou Lou Land and he wanted to share that again- this is a show about hell but we've been shown time and time again the humanity and multitudes of emotional depth that the demons in this verse contain. His actions do not make him completely irreprehensible, but instead show that he does indeed have flaws and redeemable qualities despite our first impressions of him at first as a rich fuckboy, and then again as a dorky, well meaning dad with marital issues. His interactions with Blitzo and the other imps of the wrath ring once again recontextualize everything we know about Stolas as a viewer, and I have a feeling this is only the beginning.

Looking at Stolas's lines to Blitzo in episode 5 through the lense of Stolas being an incredibly lonely man (in a presumably, loveless on both sides and open, non-monogamous, arranged marriage), who craves intimacy on an emotional and physical level to the extent that he will extort his assets and risk every facet of his life so that he can have a continuous 'relationship' with someone, I don't think he was intentionally trying to degrade Blitzo (intentionally being the key word here). Which is not to belittle Blitzo's point of view of his experiences with Stolas, as he is totally entitled to how he feels and it stems from a completely valid place based on his socioeconomic standing as an individual in hell. Alternatively though, Stolas is someone born into privilege, therefore he doesn't see how his words come across and how they are percieved by someone in a lower social caste or someone who deals with systematic prejudice. Privilege is having the option to learn about what injustices people suffer because you don't experience them yourself, and that description fits Stolas to a T as it stands.

Stolas doesn't understand Blitzo's struggle, and that is the core of their miscommunication on the nature of their relationship. Blitzo won't allow himself to view the relationship as anything other than transactional for fear of getting his hopes up and being vulnerable by showing his hand in an emotional sense, and then being just another imp taken advantage of by someone higher up (if im reading this motif of imps vs the greater hell caste system right). Blitzo has had to fight tooth and nail for every success he's had, every achievement he's had thus far is hard won and it's so easy to diminish your own accomplishments when you're born into a society that makes you have to work 10x as hard as everyone else in order to be treated as an equal to others doing less and still achieving the same and more. To Stolas, his endearments and tendency towards physical affection is an expression of his fondness towards Blitzo, but he doesn't ever consider how those very same actions come across as demeaning/ belittling/ or acts of microagression that disregard his capability.

Tldr: im so fascinated by these two bastard demon menaces who have contrasting flavors of intimacy issues and can't wait to see what or who they do next???

#helluva boss #blitzo #stolas goetia #stolitz #meta

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bratz-kitten · 3 years

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saturn through the houses

saturn in the 1st house: there's an ability present here to make friendships very quickly due to your dependable nature. you keep your word and your promises no matter what. the insecurities and inferiority complexes you felt in your childhood give you the push to pursue your ambitions and work hard; you never want to feel that way again. you put a lot of pressure on yourself to be better. loyal to your core. spontaneity comes hard to you because you're extremely calculated in the risks you take. be careful of how much stress you're inducing yourself with in the name of hard work. very sarcastic!!!! and mature. you have trouble expressing your true self and your original nature. there might be childhood memories you're repressing that are causing this fear of expressing yourself + your opinions. you're characterized by a lot of independence that makes it hard for you to ask others for help. there's a love for contemplation that enables you to achieve wisdom + deep knowledge.

saturn in the 2nd house: saturn here sets a clear mission on developing self-worth and self-confidence while not tying it to material gains. you may have suffered a period of poverty in your childhood that led you to truly understand the importance of money and how its lack can affect everyone's mental and physical health. now, there's an underlying anxiety about losing stability once again and going back to that dark place. you feel weird whenever you have too much money to spare because your parents might've been very stingy and didn't allow you to buy anything more than the necessary. because of that, you deeply value everything you buy. saturn here teaches you the importance of not obsessing over gaining money while working hard - and most importantly, with integrity - to attain worldly achievements. you shouldn't let greed obscure your morals nor should you feel worthless for not being rich yet - you're worthy of love no matter what.

saturn in the 3rd house: you're very anxious about your intelligence; you've spent the majority of your younger years believing your intellect to be inferior. you believed yourself to be dumb as a reflection of others' perceptions of you; your parents might have been very hard on you and you struggled to meet their impossibly high standards. saturn here gives you a mission of shedding yourself off of your fears or not being skillful and smart enough, and as you grow older, you begin to understand how impressive your capabilities truly are: you have a highly analytical and perceptive yet chaotic mind, understand things with great depth, and you're extremely strategic. you must also deal with your fear of criticism and learn to express your opinions more bravely. there’s a tendency for shyness. great listener. you hate superficiality of any kind; there's a dislike for small-talk present here, you much rather learn and talk about your various interests.

saturn in the 4th house: from a very young age, your parents placed a duty on your shoulders of being highly responsible, as if reversing the roles: you were expected to play the adult, being forced out of your childhood so you could be the one to provide stability. you might not have received much attention nor affection from your parents, which gave you a sense of feeling abandoned. to compensate for the lack of attention you received as a child, you want to overcompensate by being extra dutiful and responsible, and by being extremely caring and protective of those around you. your restrictive childhood now makes you fearful of expressing emotions + recognizing your emotional needs, and you fear that you'll never achieve happiness and a sense of fulfillment. you feel like it's your duty to speak the truth and stand up for others. very reserved about your personal life. more than anything, you want a place to feel like home; a place that you can retreat to and heal and be at peace when everything gets too much.

saturn in the 5th house: you might feel like your light has been dimmed by a parental figure from a very young age. one or both parents might've been very harsh and insulting towards your capabilities and personality, making it hard for you to recognize your potential. there's an underlying anxiety every time you're supposed to feel happy because you fear it might be taken away from you at any moment. saturn here makes it your mission to recognize the words that were thrown at you in your childhood as them projecting their own insecurities, and for you to rebuild your sense of self through self-love and pride in yourself. even if you feel anxious whenever you're having fun, you're incredibly playful and you yearn for a lot of attention. you're very spontaneous and sociable, and you always manage for others to have a great time when around you. there's a tendency to ignore your inner child as a way of acting responsibly, which in return makes you feel a block in your creativity; and exploring your creative side is very important. you can work extremely hard, please remind yourself to take a break from time to time.

saturn in the 6th house: you strive for perfection in everything you do. you work so hard to try to achieve it, but more often than not, you feel like you can't meet the high standards you set for yourself, which can cause a lot of frustration and self-deprecating thoughts, like believing you're not enough. this can be severely damaging for both your physical and mental health, and induce a lot of stress and overthinking. it's like you're constantly on this battle to one-up yourself, to always improve and be better. saturn here communicates the urge to understand that perfection is an ideal and not something you should strive to achieve because it'll kill your enjoyment of whatever it is that you're trying to be better at, and you have a mission to be gentler with yourself, to work on your self-critical nature and to feel proud of yourself for everything that you've achieved instead of criticizing yourself for not doing better. there's also a need to take care of your health, to keep healthy habits and not neglect your physical needs.

saturn in the 7th house: you’re one of the most loyal people ever, you take relationships very seriously. you love consistency and understand that it's very important to nurture a relationship daily in order to keep it strong, so you're very dependable and you expect that from the people in your life too. saturn here indicates the importance of cultivating a healthy, reliable source of self-love so that your relationships with others will also remain strong. but the problem with being so committed is that you might stay in a relationship that no longer makes you happy for much longer than you want to - please remember to put yourself and your happiness first. you might also constantly wonder if there's anyone out there for you who will love you as deeply as you love others and who is as committed as you. love and forming meaningful connections might come very hard to you; it's like you're constantly putting walls between yourself and others due to your fear of vulnerability + difficulty in trusting others.

saturn in the 8th house: you're a hard worker and very patient, extremely loyal when it comes to relationships, and disciplined. there's a tendency to fear change here, to avoid it at all costs as something painful. saturn here gives you the mission to learn to accept transformation as not only inevitable but necessary to your growth as an individual. this placement indicates a fear of abandonment due to what you've experienced in your childhood + your past relationships; now, you have difficulty trusting others because you fear being betrayed, which also causes you to be very secretive and to fear opening up to others, and to feel deeply hurt by things that others would consider insignificant. this can cause a lot of issues in your relationship with intimacy, money and your unconscious, affecting your mental health and making you indulge in unhealthy coping mechanisms. deeply spiritual, but this is something you might fear. transformation leaves room for enormous growth when it comes to wisdom.

saturn in the 9th house: even in your day-to-day life, you're constantly concentrating on profound issues, thinking about your beliefs, philosophy, religion, etc. if you were forced into adopting a religion when you were younger, there's a chance you might discard religion now, adopting an atheist or nihilistic point of view. you're very skeptical of others' beliefs, preferring to stick to your own because you're not so impressionable, which can work to your detriment. saturn here gives you the urge to practice more open-mindedness, to broaden your perspectives with extensive learning, specialization in an area, intellectual debates and traveling. saturn also teaches you discipline. you might have a fear of expanding your horizons because you understand how harsh and cruel the world can be, but you shouldn’t let that stop you from satiating your innate curiosity. you always advocate for what you believe in, even when all others are too scared to do it, and that's your strength. as the world evolves, so do your personal beliefs and morals, which you continuously work on.

saturn in the 10th house: you feel a very strong urge to accomplish greatness and achieve success, and you might deal with a lot of fear and anxiety because of the burden you've placed on your shoulders. the truth is: you're terrified of failure. you're a hard worker and perfectionist by nature, wanting to be in control of everything. with saturn placed here, you must learn that to fail is to be human and that there's plenty to learn from committing mistakes. you might take more responsibilities than you can handle, resulting in added stress, so you should learn to ask others for help whenever you need it. you're determined to be successful at the same time that you fear achieving everything you want and still feeling like it wasn't enough. you must learn to stop doubting yourself, and the confidence you will build throughout life will be necessary because you truly are destined for greatness, not because of destiny but the drive and zeal you possess makes you so. remember to take a break from time to time, and to cherish what you've already achieved.

saturn in the 11th house: you have a lot of acquaintances, but only a few close friends that you trust. you're attracted to mature, serious people who have a clear life purpose, and most of your friends might be older than you. you hate superficiality of all kinds and don't want anything to do with dull people, and you take your friendships very seriously. sometimes, you might take your friendships too seriously, and they can start to become a burden to you. you need a lot of alone time for introspection and, when you’re wanting to ecape your own mind, you might fluctuate between isolation and spending entire weeks going out (even if you feel more alone than ever in the middle of a crowd). there's a clear sense of justice here, a necessity to do what's right. more than anything, you're terrified of losing your identity, of being seen as normal and ordinary, or just as a part of a crowd, and that feeling constantly nags at you whenever you're interacting with others. there's a clear mission here to not let your restless feelings take away your passion from life and to drown out your immense potential. you must be brave when determining what you want out of life, when finding the right path for you. the efforts you take into helping the collective help you grow wiser and more mature. you're very strict about who you surround yourself with, and saturn here urges you to work on accepting the differences between everybody and on your tolerance, and to ease your necessity to be in control.

saturn in the 12th house: you feel things very intensely, and you often feel completely overwhelmed by your emotions. very sensitive, you can be fearful and insecure and often doubt yourself. here, saturn urges you to fight against your inner demons: this placement represents the fear of the unknown, the fear you feel when dealing with the uncertainty of spirituality, your deep feelings and darkest thoughts. you might fear how complex you are, and feel this sense of guilt about everything without knowing where it comes from. you might need a lot of alone time to restore your energy - but even though you tend to use isolation as a form of escapism, you yearn to become a part of the collective because you have great healing and communicative energy. the problem is that, even though there's a war going inside your mind, you don't want to ask for help because you don't want to be deemed weak or like you depend on others. you might spend a lot of time having discussions with yourself as you escape reality. you should learn to trust others and learn to face your demons instead of locking them away. the lesson here is to accept yourself for who you are. in this house, spirituality would help you achieve great wisdom. there's a potential for great talent in the arts.

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Obi-Wan’s a teen dad and Anakin DESPERATELY wants to do crime

A week after Obi-Wan formally took Anakin as his padawan, he left his quarters.

It hadn’t been Obi-Wan’s intention to spend a week lying in bed - or, at times, lying on the living room floor. Or staring blankly at the stove, or holding a toothbrush as he forgot what he was supposed to do with it. It had been his intention to handle the new...arrangements. Put on a brave face. Take care of business. There was so much to do, and Obi-Wan really did want to do it. But he stood in front of the stove staring at its knobs instead, lost.

Anakin had been a good sport about it, at least. He figured out alarmingly quickly how to work the stove and fry up the sliced fruit in their cupboards. Anakin didn’t understand that you didn’t fry fruit, but Obi-Wan ate it with little complaint. He put food in front of Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan ate it. When Anakin asked him, somewhat fearfully, how to use the shower, Obi-Wan showed him and then took one himself. After the third day he left the living quarters semi-frequently, which would have been worrying if Obi-Wan cared.

Obi-Wan’s depressed, grieving, and has an inferiority complex the size of an Alderaanian mountain. Anakin doesn’t know what’s happening, but he does know that the power grid failure was not his fault. Can Obi-Wan ever be a true Jedi and a competent master? Or is his backstory, as told by the Jedi Apprentice novels, too fucking weird?

Rest under the cut.

A week after Obi-Wan formally took Anakin as his padawan, he left his quarters.

On day six, Obi-Wan worked up the energy to turn on his datapad, and was promptly bombarded with messages. They scrolled down the screen, a new one popping up every second.

A lot of them were from his automated specialized education classes. Obi-Wan had finished the required padawan courses when he was sixteen, breezing through each course at his own pace virtually during downtime in transit and on missions. He had signed up for some Knight-level specialized education courses afterwards, loading as many on his plate as he could and managing special permission to complete them all virtually too. Apparently, he had a great deal of assignments due.

Many messages from the Temple administration. Notification for mandatory forms to complete for requisitions, medical care...reports on the Naboo mission...a mountain of forms to complete for the promotion...a mountain of forms for the new padawan...a mountain of forms for processing Qui-gon’s death.

Messages from his friends. How are you doing, Obi-Wan? Are you okay, Obi-Wan? Can we come over and talk, Obi-Wan? Obi-Wan, you stupid bastard, how dare you fight a Sith without me?

Disturbingly, even the master of mission assignments had messaged him. Xe wanted to know if Obi-Wan was going to file for extended reprieve from missions to train his underage padawan in the Temple, or if he wanted to continue taking missions. Decide quickly, Knight Kenobi. Xe are willing to grant three years of light to no missions to help ‘facilitate Padawan Skywalker’s integration into the Jedi’.

The thought made Obi-Wan dizzy. No missions for years? He and Qui-Gon had barely gone weeks without a mission. But Obi-Wan had been thirteen, and Qui-Gon had a particular talent of taking an assignment to mediate standard legislative disputes and turn it into a three month embroilment in an endangered animal trafficking scheme. Staying stuck in the Temple for that amount of time made his skin crawl. Staying at home in the Temple so Anakin could integrate into the Jedi, become the Jedi he dreamed of...

Obi-Wan turned off the pad and tossed it across the room, letting it land on Qui-gon’s private meditation mat. Somehow, he couldn’t really bring himself to care.

Five hours later, Obi-Wan dragged himself out of Qui-gon’s room to find Anakin lying on the floor with what looked like an entire droid disassembled over the carpet. He was kicking his feet in the air, lying on his stomach, stripping some frayed wire.

Obi-Wan stared at him blankly, forms dancing behind his eyes. Anakin needed clothing. They had already processed him through his vaccinations - thank hell - and prescribed him some antibiotics for his multitude of intestinal parasites, but there was no way he was taking the pills. He needed to teach him how to braid the padawan braid. He needed to get them some food for the cabinets. He needed to…

“Are you hungry?” Obi-Wan rasped. His hair felt disgusting.

Anakin’s head snapped up, eyes widening. He scrambled off the rug, brushing a suspicious amount of dirt off his knees. “Yeah! I’ll make us that green thing!”

He shouldn’t let the nine year old work the stove. But Obi-Wan let him anyway, as he managed to somehow dump water in the kettle and place it on the stove, standing beside Anakin and waiting for it to whistle.

I must be doing very well, Obi-Wan thought hysterically, as he stared at the old-fashioned durasteel kettle that Qui-gon had favored. He was releasing his emotions into the Force with perfection. He wasn’t feeling anything at all. He wasn’t thinking about Qui-gon. He wasn’t thinking about anything at all. His mind was clear and empty, and he was perfectly at peace.

Obi-Wan tried to pour his tea, but he just couldn’t move. He stood and stared at the kettle for so long that Anakin eventually walked in and, straining on his tiptoes, sloshed the steaming water into the plastic white cup.

***

On day seven, Obi-Wan managed to wrangle both himself and Anakin into some semblance of hygiene and clean clothes. Anakin needed a lot of help, which clearly embarrassed him, but Obi-Wan was too dead inside to be frustrated about it.

He ended up tying his obi for him, as Anakin wriggled and tried to turn around to see it on the back. He’d have to show him how to do it himself later, but that was for later.

“Why do I have to wear this?” Anakin whined. “It’s so heavy.”

“I’ll see if I can requisition you an outfit with less layers,” Obi-Wan said. A lighter outfit wouldn’t cut it, as Anakin had ramped up the temperature controls in their quarters a week ago and the rooms haven’t dipped below boiling ever since. “Hold still. Hold - hold still, please.”

“What does requisition mean?”

Anakin held still eventually. He managed to untie the obi in the first ten minutes, but Obi-Wan really couldn’t bring himself to care too much. Then they had to worry about brushing their teeth, and Obi-Wan had to teach him how to do that, and why was this so hard, why was everything so hard -

But when Obi-Wan eventually got them both out the door, he found no relief.The Temple felt different. Obi-Wan didn’t know how; just that it did. It was identical in every worldly way, yet mismatched in the Force. As if it was a different Temple, a pale echo from another dimension, that was the home of a different Obi-Wan. Or maybe Obi-Wan was different: maybe his Force signature was so warped and polluted that he tainted everywhere he went.

They were all parts of the great whole of the Force. The Force was composed of every Jedi, every sentient being and eddy of wind. There were tens of thousands of Jedi in this Temple - how could the death of one man change it so thoroughly? Or had it just changed Obi-Wan?

Somewhat suspiciously, Anakin seemed to know the way out of the dormitories and into the main thoroughfare of the building. Obi-Wan kept a death grip on his little hand the entire time, slowing his steps so Anakin could keep up without having to jog. It didn’t stop him from trying to run forward every few steps, only for Obi-Wan to gently tug him back.

“You weren’t supposed to run around the Temple by yourself,” Obi-Wan said flatly. Anakin grinned sheepishly, in what Obi-Wan was already beginning to recognize as his ‘Busted!’ face.

“Why not?”

“You could have gotten lost.”

“I did get lost,” Anakin said proudly. “But then I found a secret service tunnel for the droids and I crawled through it and I found a server room and -” He stopped abruptly. “But that was way after the power outage yesterday. That I had nothing to do with.”

Obi-Wan...should probably care about this.

He didn’t. He was too busy releasing his emotions into the Force, and returning his dark thoughts to the Force, and maintaining complete control over his body and spirit. There was no room in that for caring about Anakin, maybe, destroying the Temple.

Wasn’t he a teacher? Shouldn’t he be teaching?

“First rule of being a Jedi,” Obi-Wan said, exhausted, “learn to lie.”

There. That was a lesson. Qui-gon had said the same thing to him when he was fourteen. Obi-Wan was doing great at this. Anakin beamed and made a weird motion with his hand, clenching it into a fist and sticking his thumb out. Obi-Wan stared blankly at him until he put his hand down.

Maybe it was because Obi-Wan was releasing all of his feelings and thoughts into the Force so well, but he couldn’t help but feel a constant prickling at the back of his neck. It felt like everybody was looking at them. A group of gossiping knights downright stopped talking when they saw Obi-Wan and Anakin approaching, and they broke out into whispers when they left. Padawans and initiates openly stared. Masters were too polite to stare, but their interest clearly peaked in the Force.

By the time they got to the quartermaster’s and slid in line, Anakin was practically hiding behind Obi-Wan. Anakin had likely gone his entire life without anybody noticing him, blending into the background. Obi-Wan had learned almost a decade ago that it was a useful survival tactic for slaves. Although how he had ever done it, Obi-Wan would never know. The boy was a sun in the Force. Blinding and burnt, as broiling as the temperature he kept their quarters at.

“Oh my. Padawan Kenobi, is that you?” Meela, the Quartermaster’s knight assistant, stopped and stared at both of them. She was carrying a large box of fabrics, and all of the other Jedi waiting in line stopped talking to crane their heads and stare too. “Oh! It’s knight now, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, before coughing. He hadn’t realized his voice was so hoarse - he hadn’t spoken to anybody but a nine year old in a week. “It is a pleasure to see you again, Meela.”

“Of course,” Meela said quickly. She was looking openly at Anakin, who was pointedly looking at Obi-Wan’s belt. “And you must be Anakin Skywalker! I had no idea you were so young. Is he even old enough to be a padawan, Knight Kenobi?”

“We determined that the creche wasn’t the best place for him.” Obi-Wan quickly grabbed his datapad, brought up the catalogue of items to requisition, and shoved it Anakin. “Pick out what we’re going to get. I’m certain you must be very busy, Knight Meela, so -”

“My, Padawan Kenobi?”

Obi-Wan refrained from gritting his teeth, before rotating on his heel. He stuck his hands in his sleeves, bowing to the aged Togrutan Jedi behind him. “It is a pleasure to see you again, Master Hashi.”

“My condolences for your master’s death,” Master Hashi said sympathetically. His watery old blue eyes were large and perfectly pitying. “It must be so difficult for you. And taking on a padawan so soon after your knighthood, as well.”

“He’s with the Force now,” Obi-Wan said. Smiling. He was smiling. Turn it down. Just a gentle smile. Remember Rishi. “But I appreciate your condolences.”

As it turns out, half the line just needed to express condolences for Master Jinn’s death, how sad, how tragic, how avoidable. He was so young. Obi-Wan was practically sweating by the time they got to the quartermaster’s desk, at which point he was promptly told that he was missing three forms.

Obi-Wan stood in front of the quartermaster’s desk, gripping Anakin’s hand in his, trying not to unwind. “But I filled out the application on the portal -”

“Yes, but you need your knight’s identification code,” the Quartermaster said briskly. “You input your padawan code.”

“How do I find out my knight’s identification code?”

“It should be on your identification card, son.”

“I was only knighted a week ago.” They were staring. They were all staring - “They haven’t issued me a card yet.”

“I’ll refer you to my assistant, Knight Kenobi.”

Anakin tugged on Obi-Wan’s sleeve. “Are we not getting my new clothing?”

A horrible tremor rose in Obi-Wan’s chest: a choking, sinking feeling. It crawled up his throat, making his trachea burn and his head pound. It felt like a balloon expanding, splintering his chest cavity and threatening to crack him apart.

Everybody was watching. They could not see it. Think about Rishi. Do not let them see it.

After fifteen humiliating minutes sitting at a sympathetic Meela’s desk, Obi-Wan finally managed to secure them some clothes. Anakin also received the standard pack of Jedi personal items, including his own toiletries and datapad. They secured an identification code for Anakin and input him into the database, and gave him his own lanyard and set of cards. Older Jedi tended to keep them in a hidden pocket in their robes, but for obvious reasons they affixed them to the neck of younger children.

But, without the identification code and five hundred more hoops, Obi-Wan couldn’t request a new living quarters and new furniture. He thanked Meela for her time anyway, stopped Anakin from attempting to requisition a B900-A40 droid with HyperFlex specs, and escaped something as simple as the Quartermaster’s trying to avoid rattling apart.

Obi-Wan only exhaled when they were outside, looking at his datapad and marking off the first line. The to-do list scrolled down the screen, and onto another page. Anakin was already shifting from foot to foot, bored.

“One down,” Obi-Wan said. “Three more.”

“Do we have to?” Anakin whined. “Why were the other Jedi so mean?”

Obi-Wan stopped short. He looked down at Anakin, who was fiddling with his obi again. “Stop messing with that. And they weren’t being mean, Anakin, they were just concerned.”

But Anakin just wrinkled his nose. “They were being mean. They were making you feel bad.”

How had he even - “If you keep quiet through the errands, you can have some fruit for lunch at the commissary.”

“Wizard!”

****

It quickly became obvious that nobody approved of Obi-Wan and Anakin.

Whispers followed them everywhere. Masters, old friends of Qui-gon, subtly disapproved of his choices. Which was nothing new - Obi-Wan had silently suffered almost everybody in the Temple disapproving of Qui-gon to him for years - but somehow it made Obi-Wan want to tear his hair out. The knights - the other knights - expressed incredulity that somebody knighted that morning received a padawan that afternoon. The padawans refused to even talk to Anakin, and he very quickly stopped trying.

Obi-Wan’s own friends...he did not have many. He was never in the Temple long enough to significantly interact or make connections with any other padawans or knights. He was never home for longer than a few weeks, and if he was planetside for longer than a month then it was because Qui-gon was recuperating from getting blown up when Obi-Wan hijacked a pirate ship and crash landed it on a small moon.

He used to have friends. Bant and Garen and Reeft and Siri...but a small and horrible part of Obi-Wan hated talking to them. A conversation with them always felt like they were trying to communicate with an Obi-Wan who hadn’t existed for a very long time, crying out over an impassable canyon. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan had begun resenting people who saw through him.

Anakin was a stubborn and implacable kid, but he was very perceptive. He clung tighter and tighter to Obi-Wan’s robes the further they walked into the temple, and eventually Obi-Wan had to disentangle him and give him a quick talk about appropriate behavior. It was his tenth talk to Anakin about appropriate behavior - about everything from using utensils to washing his hair - but this was the first time he seemed to understand why.

“So they don’t like you if you don’t do all the dumb stuff they do?”

“It’s not dumb,” Obi-Wan hissed. “And keep your voice down, this is a library.”

Judging from Anakin’s impressed gawking, this was his first time in a library. He clearly didn’t understand why they were supposed to be quiet either, and Obi-Wan was beginning to understand that Anakin refused to do anything unless you gave him a reason.

Obi-Wan carefully placed him in a small chair in the children’s section, in front of a brightly colored plastic table. Some other initiates were sitting around coloring, or working their way through children’s books. Anakin squinted up at him judgmentally as Obi-Wan frantically grabbed the clunky and friendly library datapad and scrolled through the catalogue until he found a likely suspect. Bugs of Rainforest Planets, light on the words, perfect.

“Just stay here until I come back,” Obi-Wan whispered, after a hurried explanation of why they were quiet in libraries. “Don’t leave this chair. Please.”

“I want more fruit,” Anakin warned.

“You will have more fruit. Now please don’t move.”

This was not how you Jedi masters taught padawans. This was not how it was supposed to work. Obi-Wan was not doing this right. He was doing this terribly. And everybody knew, and everybody was judging him.

The children’s librarian was a kind, plump older Twi’lek with long silver lekku down to her waist. Madame Hallan had been a personal favorite of Obi-Wan’s when he was a youngling, and he knew that she still had a soft spot for him. She was probably the only librarian who didn’t explicitly distrust him.

He easily kidnapped her for a meeting - or, maybe, she took one look at his face and kidnapped him - and she shepherded him into her office. He had never been inside, and Obi-Wan felt weirdly on the other end of the fence of his childhood. It was bright and cheerful and had datapads scattered everywhere with tax forms.

“I understand you have a new padawan,” Madame Hallan said kindly. “I saw him reading. He seems like a wonderful boy.”

She and half the temple understood that he had a new padawan. “I need your help,” Obi-Wan said, excruciatingly impolitely. Since when was Obi-Wan impolite? Since when was he lost? “It’s Anakin - I need to enroll him for lessons and I need some introductory literature for him and -”

“Dear, you’ll want to talk to Master Ravenholme for that.” Master Ravenholme was the Master of Education, and personal blight of many. “He’ll likely ask Anakin to take a placement test to determine which classes he joins.”

“Anakin can’t take a placement test,” Obi-Wan said. “He can’t read.”

To Madame Hallan’s credit, and raising a lot of questions about what exactly the other Jedi knew about Anakin, she accepted the information with a thoughtful look and a nod. “Does he know his letters and some words, or is it total illiteracy?”

Obi-Wan scrubbed his face. He was perched in the uncomfortable metal chair across from her desk, elbows propped on his knees. “It’s sporadic. He’s not totally illiterate, and I think he can read mechanical instruction manuals and labels and signs and that sort of thing...if it has to do with starfighters, he can write the instruction manual...I don’t know, I haven’t checked, but I can’t send him to class like this…”

“Calm yourself, Obi-Wan. Release that tension into the Force. Let’s take this one step at a time,” Madame Hallan said firmly, as Obi-Wan carefully breathed. “I will schedule a reading and writing assessment appointment for Anakin for an assessment. Knight Fu and Knight Kili are available to administer personal tutoring until we get him up to speed.” Fu and Kili were two teachers in the special education department, which was somewhat lean for children over the age of ten or so. Most of the ‘delayed’ children were quickly assigned to the Jedi Corp. Obi-Wan was highly educated on this, and shamefully bitter. “Now, doesn’t that sound like a plan?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” Madame Hallen typed something out on her computer, making Obi-Wan’s datapad ping. “I’ve sent you a few of the handbooks that we give new knights and first-time teachers. Hopefully they’ll be of some use to you.” She smiled reassuringly at him, oozing serenity. “I think you will make a wonderful teacher, Obi-Wan. Our Temple’s never seen a young Jedi as dedicated and hardworking as you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And I’m certain that once you and Anakin get settled in, no matter where he came from, he will make an excellent student. We’re all Jedi here, after all.”

Betting was not Jedi-like behavior, despite the fact that Obi-Wan was a world-class betting champion on three Outer Rim worlds (there had been a diamond heist), but Obi-Wan would bet five hundred credits right now that Anakin was not in the chair where he had left him.

In the end, Obi-Wan was pleasantly surprised. Anakin, obviously, was not in the chair where Obi-Wan had left him, but he was within easy searching distance and hadn’t destroyed any droids yet. Instead, he had just meandered to the large picture encyclopedia propped up on a wooden stand, flipping through the flimsi with wide eyes.

Obi-Wan stood next to him, unable to smile but amused all the same. “Do you know what that is?”

Anakin nodded fervently. “It’s an encyclopedia! The padawan guy said it has pictures of every smart species in the galaxy.”

There were, of course, digital databases for these things, but kids loved flipping through things. “Sentient species. Did you learn anything?”

“Yeah!” Anakin lingered on a picture of a Togruta before flipping further at light speed. “The padawan guy said that Qui-gon was a ‘rogue Jedi’ and that he taught you how to do crime and conquer planets and backflip and stuff.”

Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose. Hard. “Please don’t listen to Temple gossip, Anakin. It’ll jump down Coruscant while the truth takes an airlift.”

“But you can do backflips, I saw it.” Anakin turned to look at him - eyes wide, unjudging. “What does ‘rogue Jedi’ mean?”

What did it mean? Obi-Wan had spent half his life wondering. “It means that Qui-gon and I had a lot of adventures,” Obi-Wan said tactfully. “My training was somewhat unconventional in comparison with many other Jedi.”

But Anakin just beamed. “That’s so cool! Is my training going to be uncon - unconvectional?”

“Unconventional.” Obi-Wan sighed. “And at this point, I’m afraid so.”

Was Anakin going to resent him for this once he grew older? He must. Anakin would never be a real Jedi, a proper one. Just like Obi-Wan wasn’t. And Obi-Wan had spent almost a decade now frantically, fervently, desperately trying. He had done everything: mastered the art of saber-fighting, excelled in as many topics as he could. He was an expert in diplomacy, politics, ecology, and tactics. Everybody who met Obi-Wan found him charming, graceful, and handsome - and nobody who ever met Obi-Wan liked him. He topped his classes, was better at saberplay than most knights, and had personally saved the lives of three princesses and a memorable duchess, and he couldn’t figure out how to be a Jedi.

Obi-Wan couldn’t teach what he didn’t have. And he would never be able to give -

“Cool! I want to backflip and conquer planets too.” Anakin grinned up at him, yellow teeth flashing in the soft library lights. “I already know how to do crime, I’m really good at it!”

“Jedi have diplomatic immunity, so technically I’ve never done a crime,” Obi-Wan said, somewhat testily.

“What’s diplomatic immunity?”

“Lesson number two, padawan, is that it means we can do whatever we want so long as we can justify it in the mission report.”

“Wizard!”

Maybe Obi-Wan should just never repeat anything Qui-gon had ever said to him. Ever.

In a roundabout act of bribery, Obi-Wan finally led Anakin towards the cafeteria. It wasn’t lunchtime, but few Jedi strictly followed the guidelines of breakfast, lunchtime, and dinnertime. This was mostly because the creche and Initiates did, and nobody wanted to be in the cafeteria while children were everywhere. Obi-Wan was somewhat infamous in certain circles for braving the cafeteria at 0500 hours, when the space was completely overtaken by retired and venerated Masters sipping tea and playing intense grudge matches of shogi. Obi-Wan had been forced into the matter by his habit of waking up at 0430, but the shogi skills he learned had once settled a trade negotiation between two tribal groups with an ancestral grudge on a Mid-Rim planet, so he had no regrets.

Anakin was practically crushing his hand in excitement. His head whipped around everywhere, eyes wide and drinking in the sublimely banal and boring sight. There was the salad bar, there was the meat bar, there was the drink fountain...but to Anakin, it was the most amazing thing on Coruscant. It almost made Obi-Wan smile. When was the last time he had that expression on his face? Even the beautiful spires of Naboo were commonplace to him.

“And they just -”

“Yes, they just give you the food.” Obi-Wan stopped in the center of the crowded thoroughfare - where, thankfully, everybody was far too focused on their meal or their friends to care about the Temple’s newest spectacle. “I’m sorry, Anakin. What do you...eat, again?”

Anakin suffered this atrocious act of caretaking patiently. What had he been eating until now? Just the self-stable noodles? Had he been handling boiling water?! “At home we ate jinjaraak and ekijun. People with money had fruit and stuff.” He looked around hopefully. “And they just give you fruit -”

“Right,” Obi-Wan said. He struggled to remember the food Shmi had served them. It had been mostly gruel. Obi-Wan had been around the block enough to see that she had been an adept cook of terrible ingredients. “Could you give me an idea of what those are?”

“Uh…” Anakin made little slapping motions with his hands. “Jinjaraak is from clay and lard and spices. I help Mom make little cakes. Like this, see?” At Obi-Wan’s dubious expression, he quickly clarified, “From the good clay. Near the dried up rivers. Not the bad clay. That stuff makes you sick. O’la’rek ate some of that and she got super sick and she barfed up blue -”

“Let’s get you some fruit,” Obi-Wan said.

Anakin got as much fruit as he wanted. Obi-Wan was too busy thinking about what ‘good clay’ could possibly mean to stop him. He could take the extra back to their quarters, anyway.

There was a line for medical diets, and Obi-Wan eventually shuffled an ecstatic fruit-chomping Anakin into that line. He had to present the script the Halls of Healing gave him to the friendly yet belaboured Padawan working the booth that day, and waited patiently as the Padawan squinted at it and ran off to go get his supervisor. Anakin was in Rylothian Heaven, complete with the trees of plenty.

Eventually the supervisor shuffled out, and when Obi-Wan recognized Master Law he bowed. The gruff Patitite squinted at Obi-Wan, then down at the effervescent Anakin with jogan juice staining his sleeve. It was a good thing Obi-Wan thought ahead and ordered extra robes.

“Kenobi,” Master Law finally said, with an air of crisp memory. “Iron deficiency.”

“Yes, Master.” Please don’t remind him. “I’m here with a prescription for my -”

“And the Vitamin D deficiency. And malnutrition?” Master Law squinted further at Obi-Wan, as if half-convinced that he couldn’t possibly be remembering correctly. “I had you eating Lo’rok paste for a month.”

“Yes, Master. After I was stationed on Neskar.”

“How the blazes was a Padawan stationed on -” Master Law cut himself off abruptly, staring down at Anakin instead. He looked him up and down with sharp eyes, seemingly picking out a dozen things that Obi-Wan just couldn’t see. “I’ll get you the nutrient shakes. See that he has one with every meal, three meals a day. I’m prescribing extra vitamin gummies, he’s a bit yellow. Those dietician hacks at the Halls of Healing don’t know anything about real food.”

Obi-Wan really didn’t want to get in the middle of that, so he just nodded. But Anakin blinked up at the man, flecks of seeds caught on the corner of his mouth. “What’s a gummy?”

“A very sweet, tasty candy,” Master Law said gravely. “Which young Padawans only receive when they are very brave.”

Anakin brightened. “What’s candy?”

“The best food in the galaxy.” Master Law’s stern countenance split into a sharp smile. “Seems like that’s just what the doctor ordered. If you’ve never had any, then that means I have to prescribe you a double dose.”

Anakin grinned to match, bright and wide, with yellow teeth and crinkled eyes. “That means I’m brave! I’m super brave! Padme said so, and you said so, so it’s like I’m extra brave!”

For some reason that he just couldn’t parse, Obi-Wan found himself anxiously saying, “I think you’re brave too, Anakin.”

“Triple brave!”

The cafeteria was quickly proving to be Anakin’s favorite place in the Temple. Obi-Wan was reasonably certain that this was a good thing, because it made Anakin happy and happiness was good. That was a reliable fact of the universe: when happiness was scarce, sweet food could usually supply it. Sometimes you took what you could get.

Obi-Wan made an uncharacteristic move and placed a great deal of sugar on his oatmeal. Dumping sugar on oatmeal was crazy. This was probably what going insane felt like. Obi-Wan felt like a criminal.

“You’re very boring, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said judgmentally.

“I’m afraid so,” the ten time war veteran agreed.

It could be worse. Nobody was around to see his shame but Anakin, and the small child wouldn't squeal. All he had to do was ply Anakin with nutrition shakes and fruit, take him back to their quarters, not leave their quarters again for another two weeks in order to recover from this experience, and -

“Obi-Wan! Goodness, Obi-Wan!”

Both Obi-Wan and Anakin jumped a foot in the air, Anakin fighting to keep his food balanced on his child-sized tray. But Obi-Wan recognized the voice, the smooth familiarity soothing his panicking heart and calming down his padawan by connection.

Despite the fact that the voice was the last person he wanted to see.

Bant didn’t run, because she was a respectable Knight, but she did speedwalk in a dignified waddle towards Obi-Wan and Anakin. Anakin subtly slid closer to Obi-Wan, which he should really discourage.

“Obi-Wan! Oh, goodness, you - you jerk, you big jerk!” Bant wrung her flippers, jowls shaking with the clear uge to wrap up Obi-Wan in her patented tight hug and foiled only by the tray that Obi-Wan was holding in front of him like a shield. “You’re an absolute bantha’s - oh!”

She had just noticed Anakin, who held his tray tightly. He was frowning at Bant, and Obi-Wan could feel a twinge of childish bad emotion across their still nascent bond. Wait. What bond?

Bant was oblivious, or put on a good show of it. “You must be Padawan Skywalker,” she said warmly. She bent down a little, and Obi-Wan was struck by nostalgia for her glimmering eyes and bright smile. Bant loved kids. Obi-Wan never had. “It’s so good to meet you! Have you been taking care of your silly master for me?”

Anakin pursed his lips judgmentally. “My teacher’s not silly,” Anakin said, a bit loudly. “He’s great and smart and does backflips. It’s not his fault he’s a jerk!”

Never mind. Obi-Wan was never taking Anakin out in public again. He carefully destroyed the urge to wince, settling for smiling weakly at Anakin. Bant looked a little taken back - shocked by the idea that Anakin could have taken her friendly teasing seriously. Or maybe that he would openly call Obi-Wan a jerk. Obi-Wan wasn’t going to contest it. It was fair.

“Bant’s my best friend, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, with as much warmth as he could muster. His smile was looking more pathetic than anything, so he dropped it. “She knows how good my backflips are.”

“The best in the Temple!” Bant immediately swore up and down. “I’m awfully sorry, Anakin. I think your master’s the coolest guy here. Come on, why don’t you two come eat lunch with me and the rest of Obi-Wan’s friends? We’ve all been dying to meet the newest member of the family!”

A stone sank in Obi-Wan’s gut. He looked over the crowd, effortlessly picking out the familiar table in the back center. Sure enough, he saw the telltale gawks of Siri and Quinlan.

Joy. The two people he wanted to talk to the least. Those two ate Obi-Wan for breakfast on a good day. They would devour him now. They could smell weakness on him. He couldn’t get anything past them. They would take one look at him and know, just know -

“Obi-Wan has friends?” Anakin asked dubiously. “But he just stays in his room all day.” Went tactfully unsaid: and nobody likes him.

Somehow, the emotional obstacle course his friends were going to put him through was more appealing than the cold judgement of the nine year old. “I have plenty of friends,” Obi-Wan lied through his teeth. “Let’s go say hi.”

It felt like walking to the guillotine. Actually, Obi-Wan had walked to a guillotine before, and this was - no, it wasn’t worse. Hadn’t he done it twice? The first time was stressful, because he wasn’t sure if Qui-Gon had seduced the prison guard yet. The second time was fine, since he had hidden his lightsaber in the loose floorboard under the guillotine before he set up his own capture. So - better than the first time, worse than the second time.

Bizarrely, Siri and Quinlan grinned when they saw them. Obi-Wan was actively fighting the urge to hide behind the nine year old. The nine year old who he couldn’t possibly have formed a training bond with - he had been his padawan all of a week, it was impossible - but who had undoubtedly sensed his anxiety anyway.

“Obi-Wan, I can’t fucking believe it,” Quinlan shouted, far too loudly. He and Bant’s trays were empty, while the slow eater Siri’s bowl of grains were half-eaten. They had been there for a while, probably hours, talking about life. He had always left after thirty minutes. He had stuff to do. “I must have left you ten damn voicemails -”

“You son of a varnaak.” Siri had a death grip on her spoon, wielding it like a lightsaber. “I’m strangling you with your intestine. Not inviting me to your own knighting -”

“If you’re going to be mean, we’re leaving!” Anakin interrupted, voice high and reedy. “I already said so! I will stomp your feet!”

“You’re not allowed to stomp their feet, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, exhausted beyond measure. “Hello, all. Save the interrogation for after we’ve eaten, please.”

And maybe it was the sheer power of Anakin and his mighty feet, but his friends quieted enough for Obi-Wan to shove sugary oats into his mouth and for Anakin to polish off his fruit before starting in on his nutrient shake. Obi-Wan had to stop and take a napkin and wipe the seeds off the corner of his mouth, and help him to insert the straw in the protein shake, but the act of sucking on a straw amused Anakin and he didn’t hate the taste. There were friendly animal species on the cup. Special nutrient shake for chronically malnourished children - now with bright colors!

His friends just watched them, without even food to make the environment faux-casual. Their dark eyes seemed to follow him, and Obi-Wan felt his skin crawl. He didn’t want to deal with this. He could barely deal with Quinlan on a good day, much less...today. Any day, lately.

Finally, his grace period seemed to tick down to zero, and Quinlan broke the ice with a fishing spear and an excess of exuberance. “Is this the famous little guy we’ve heard so much about? I hear you’re a good pilot, kid!”

And, just like that, Quinlan was Anakin’s favorite person on Coruscant. “I’m the best pilot,” Anakin asserted arrogantly. Obi-Wan mentally noted the tendency for arrogance and pride down in the ‘Goal Setting!’ part of his brain that was half-heartedly drafting a training curriculum. “I can blow up anything and anyone.”

“Sounds like Quinlan,” Siri snickered. Unlike Bant, she was terrified of children, but she hid it well. “He and your master are Joballian twins that way. Those two could start a fire in deep space.”

“So who are you people?” Anakin asked. Obi-Wan put ‘unbelievably blunt’ in his mental training curriculum. “Are you really Obi-Wan’s friends? He doesn’t like you.”

“I like them very much,” Obi-Wan said rotely. Quinlan pantomimed a shot to the heart.

But Bant just smiled down at Anakin, unflappable. “You’re a padawan, young one. You should call Obi-Wan your master. It’s good to be polite.”

“Why should I have to do that?” Anakin’s voice tinged a little louder, and at a pointed look from Obi-Wan he toned it down. Siri’s eyebrows rose. “He’s my teacher, not a master of no one.”

Bant winced a bit, and all three of them rippled discomfort in the Force. So they knew, even though it wasn’t totally public knowledge. Quinlan had undoubtedly used his ridiculous clearance as a Shadow to access the Naboo mission records and spilled the details to them. Keeping it professional, as always.

“Master means something very different to Jedi,” Bant said gently. “It’s a special relationship between two people. Every Jedi teaches and learns from each other, but your master is the person who guides you and makes sure you go to bed on time. It’s just the same word for a very different thing than you’re used to.”

“What do you mean by that?” Anakin gnawed on his straw suspiciously. “I thought Obi-Wan was the one who taught me.”

Quinlan, who had far more experience with the wider world than Siri and Bant, caught on first. He propped his elbows on the table, and Obi-Wan saw him visibly struggle for the ‘wise teacher’ tone before giving up. “The Jedi have different relationships than you’re used to, kid. Who took care of you and watched you all day back home?”

This was heading into dangerous territory, and Obi-Wan frowned dangerously at Quinlan, but Anakin just hummed. “Mom took care of me and we moved around together. But Old Lady Hun watches me and the other kids in the gathering space when Mom’s busy. And when Jipol was sick, Mom and I took care of her two daughters. And Old Man Wa taught me how to fix things. And -”

“Right. So the Jedi are like that. Instead of a very small number of people raising kids, every adult raises every kid. So, for example, any Jedi would tell you to stop running in the halls or stop you from misbehaving -”

“And every Jedi did, with this one,” Siri added.

“ - but any Knight or Master would help you with your homework, too,” Quinlan finished, elbowing Siri. “We all help each other here. We share food, stuff, school, and teachings. That’s why we practice nonattachment - everything’s everybody’s, not just yours. Make sense?”

Anakin’s brow was furrowed. He paid close attention to everything - chewing everything over again and again until it made sense. Obi-Wan shoveled oatmeal in his mouth, glad Quinlan was doing this. “Why does nonattachment mean you don’t get moms or dads?”

Dangerous territory. Bant opened her mouth to say something soothing, but Quinlan beat her to the punch. “Well, to Jedi, we think the idea of just putting two or three people in charge of kids is pretty crazy. Kids are loud and bouncy. One or two people would get totally stressed out and make mistakes. And imagine just a few people teaching you about life. They could believe all this crazy stuff, and then so would you.”

“And what if the parent’s being a total jerk?” Siri pointed out. “Then the kid’s stuck with that. But when there’s other people around, they can stop and tell the parent that they’re being a total jerk. Then they have to cut it out.”

Anakin narrowed his eyes. “So nobody beats their kids here because the other Jedi would get mad?”

Awkward silence loomed. Finally, Quinlan said, “Yeah, totally. Anyway, that’s why our way rocks and makes sense. Boom. Teaching moment.” Quinlan slapped the table in victory. “We are so good at this. We’re going to be the greatest teachers ever, Anakin. Forget lame old Obi-Wan, he’s going to lead you down the path of boring. Stick with Knight Vos, I’m gonna lead you down the path that rocks.”

At Anakin’s deeply confused expression, Bant put a hand on his back. But when she spoke she spoke to Obi-Wan, gleaming eyes boring into his. “We’re Obi-Wan’s best friends. We’re going to be here for you almost as much as Obi-Wan is. None of us have padawans yet, so we’re all really excited to help you! Did you know I’m a doctor?”

Anakin perked up. He respected doctors highly - apparently it was a very prestigious position on Tatooine. “Wow! Obi-Wan’s friends with a doctor?”

“And I’m a superspy action hero, kid!” Quinlan flexed, tossing his dreads. “I can teach you how to hack into anything!”

“I’m a better pilot than anyone at this table.” Siri awkwardly waved her fist in the air in a pantomime of excitement. “I’ll help you...fly things. Which you can apparently already do. But I’ll teach you how to do it better.”

The idea was heady to Anakin. His eyes widened, filled with possibility and excitement. Of smiling adult faces, wanting to help. But he looked at Obi-Wan instead, fear sneaking in through the gap bored by long experience with misery. “So what does a master do, then?”

Obi-Wan smiled wanly at Anakin. Experimentally, he tried sending him as much warmth as possible. He didn’t have much to spare, but Anakin seemed to appreciate the sentiment. “I’ll protect you, Anakin. And I’d like it if you continued calling me Obi-Wan.”

And he knew that meant more to Anakin than all the rest. At least Obi-Wan won there.

Although Obi-Wan had gone his entire life despairing for Quinlan’s future padawan, he somehow handled Anakin wonderfully. Even Siri awkwardly asked a question about Anakin’s favorite kind of ship - clearly expecting an answer along the lines of ‘a big one!’ or ‘one that shoots lasers!’ - and sat through Anakin’s ten minute scientific dissertations on the difference in engine ports between Genoshian Special X100 and Genoshian Special X200.

When’s the last time Obi-Wan had a long conversation with Anakin, where they just talked about nothing? He’d been so selfish, focusing entirely on himself and not even thinking about Anakin. His friends were doing this a thousand times better than he was. They should be the one with a padawan, not him. Qui-Gon hadn’t thought he was ready for knighthood until - well, until it was convenient, but if it took him this long to be knighted he ought to be forty before he got a padawan.

In a characteristically deft maneuver, Quinlan had flagged down a friend of his - Ku Lun, a friendly face and teacher to the Initiates - and gave Anakin a real world lesson in Jedi togetherness by asking him to walk Anakin back to their quarters. Anakin shot a panicked look at Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan deeply wished to send a panicked look back, but he just nodded supportively.

“Don’t you want to ask Knight Lun about lessons?” Obi-Wan said. “You can work together to design your school.”

The concept of school, and the power to choose it, was obviously heady to Anakin, and he jumped off the bench with only a tinge of reluctance. “Come back to the room in thirty minutes or you’re fired,” Anakin told Obi-Wan gravely, yet nonsensically, before running off with Knight Lun.

It wasn’t until the sounds of Anakin’s chattering faded, then disappeared completely, that Obi-Wan turned back to his friends with a sigh. Their plot had worked. Quinlan and Siri’s perfect score in tactics - second only to his more than perfect score - had won again. He was subject to the masses, and the masses were stressed over his wellbeing.

Better make the pre-emptive strike. “Greetings, my honored friends,” Obi-Wan said dully. “My very best friends in the galaxy, whom I have not spoken to in months.”

“And whose fault is that, you asshole!” Quinlan thumped the table, making the plasteelware rattle, and cuing a withering look from Bant. “You drop out of contact. You leave on a routine diplomatic mission. You get wrapped up in an interplanetary war, obviously, because that’s how your routine missions always go. And you come back with a kid and the head of a Sith?”

“You have the situation well in hand, Quinlan. There’s nothing more I can teach you.”

“Idiot! I’m not asking for a mission report, here.” Quinlan set his mouth, as tempestuous as ever. “Are you okay?”

Was he okay?

Maybe Bant caught something on his expression, because she placed a reassuring flipper on his arm. “We’re sorry about Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan. We know how much he meant to you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“You can’t get rid of us just because you don’t talk to us.” Siri scooped the rest of her oats in her mouth, clearly regretful that she no longer had something to hide behind. “Reeft and Garen feel the same way. You’re lucky Garen’s on a mission, or he would have staked out your door.” He would have. Garen was insane. “I know they waived the two weeks in solitude considering your circumstances, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need it. Anakin needs -”

“As his master, I have the best idea of what Anakin needs.” Obi-Wan kept his voice flat, dispassionate. He wasn’t a child anymore, not that impetuous Initiate who yelled and stomped and screamed. Obi-Wan had drowned that anger under thick layers of Jedi robe years ago. “I appreciate and understand your concern. However, I ask for faith in my abilities to handle my padawan.”

“Oh, no. Not the ‘I Am A Perfect Jedi And You Are The Irresponsible Bugs Beneath My Feet’ voice.” Siri didn’t sound amused, as she normally would be while making fun of him. What was funny about speaking properly? “Don’t shut down on us.”

“I’ve never understood where you got the impression that Jedi don’t have feelings, Obi-Wan,” Bant scolded, “but you know it’s not true. Jedi feel their feelings. They feel them and release them. This is you repressing them. They’re just going to fester and get worse if you do that.”

“Yes, Bant. I recieved top marks in Philosophy 101, same as you.” Obi-Wan picked at his sealed up, the rims of thick juice sloshing in the corners, before forcing himself to stop. He forced his hands still on the table, pressing them down hard on the linoleum. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I don’t know what good a confession would do to all of you. Obviously I miss my master. Obviously I’m all…very sad about it.” Obi-Wan jerked his shoulders in a half-shrug, ignoring everyone’s unimpressed looks. “What good will talking about it do? I have to remain focused. In the real world, you don’t get the luxury of hermitage.”

“Luckily, you’re not in the real world.” Bant’s wry tone imparted the air quotes around ‘real world’. “You’re home. You and Anakin are safe here.” Obi-Wan snorted. “Knight Kenobi, what was that?”

Uh oh. But Siri unknowingly came to his rescue, leaning forward with as intent and sympathetic expression as she could wring from her usually severe countenance. “Don’t give me that dung, Obi-Wan. I cried for a month after Master Tahl died. You were there for me every second of it. What, are you so special that you don’t need help? Are you so much better than us that you don’t feel what every sentient feels? Your ‘better than you’ attitude doesn’t make you better than yourself.”

Bant made a warbling sound of frustration. “Siri, let’s not insult the person we are trying to help.”

“It’s not my fault he’s so - look, this is about Anakin -”

A tightly wound rope of...of something bad snapped in Obi-Wan’s gut. “You don’t think I can handle him.”

“Nobody’s saying that, brother,” Quinlan said, placating for the first time in his life, “but it’s like I was just telling the little guy, right? Nobody can do this by themselves. Cultures that try to do it are - they’re just crazy!”

“None of you think I can do this,” Obi-Wan whispered harshly, trying to keep the - the bad thing locked tight inside, incapable. It wouldn’t stop overflowing, a cup that runneth over. “Nobody in this Temple thinks I’m capable of taking care of him. They don’t think he can be a Jedi. It’s my fault. It’s because he has such a fuck-up for a master.”

Everybody around him suddenly radiated extreme alarm in the Force in unison. Was it really that unusual for him to say the words that swirled around in his head every hour of the day?

“Obi-Wan, we’re the fuck-ups. I mean, me and Siri and Garen. You and Bant are the Rylothian angels here.”

“That’s not what everybody else thinks,” Obi-Wan said lowly. “I’ve always been tainted because of Qui-Gon. Now just being around me is going to taint Anakin. Everybody knows it.”

“Tainted?” Bant asked with alarm. What was alarming? “What are you talking about -”

But Obi-Wan barrelled through her, unwilling to hear whatever sweet and placating words she had for him today. He stood up, carefully stepping off the bench and fussily fixing his robes with hands that did not shake. “We are going to prove it to them. Anakin will become a Jedi. I will make Anakin a Jedi, if it’s the last thing I do.”

He swept off, feeling a little bit dramatic, feeling as if he had expelled the smallest amount of emotion he could. That was the least he could give, portioning out bits of himself to the hungry and braying crowd.

Why did they want these pieces of him so desperately? What was valuable about these hideous parts of Obi-Wan - the fear, the insecurity, the nightmares shaking him awake each night? People like Bant and Quinlan dug and dug and dug until they found what they were looking for, as if they wanted to prove something to themselves, to him, to the Jedi.

Prove that he was inferior. Prove that he was just as wild and angry as everybody always said. Prove that his flimsy mask of ‘A Perfect Jedi’ was nothing more than a stage actor placing a pulp-mache bantha’s head mask over his face and strutting about as if he was a king. Prove what Qui-Gon had always thought of him: that any love for him could only be held at arm's length, that a kid who needed to prove himself never required support or a helping hand, that there was no such thing as ‘good enough’ when you lived in competition with ghosts and shadows.

Prove what everybody knew, and what Obi-Wan could not hide.

***

When Obi-Wan got home, Anakin was lying on the ground committing atrocities upon the ravaged corpse of a pilfered library droid.

“Please start putting down a tarp when you do that,” Obi-Wan said. “You’ve been getting oil into the carpet.” He paused a beat. “And please stop sneaking away from chaperones.”

“But I need to practice sneaking away from good guys so I can be good at sneaking away from bad guys! And it’s not like I was caught.” Anakin didn’t look up at him, absorbed in his work. “That’s Jedi lesson three, right? ‘Do whatever you want, just don’t get caught’?”

“When had - why do -” Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose, already regretting the one day exposure to Qui-Gon. But..in the face of that logic, Obi-Wan was forced to concede. It was objectively true. “Yes. But make an exception for me. Just don’t get caught by others.”

“You got it! Hey, pinch this wire for me.”

So Obi-Wan lay down on his stomach across from Anakin, staring at him from over a sea of rusty machinery. His round little face, somehow still clinging onto baby fat, was smooth as only a child’s could be. It was flaky and rough from the blistering heat of twin suns, but he had ointment now. His featherly light blonde hair would darken without its sunshine bleach, and it would grow long in limp brown shags. He would look like his mother - if, apparently, there was no father to speak of.

His expression was screwed up in concentration, tongue poking out of his teeth as he carefully screwed in a bolt where it likely was not intended to go. There was something strangely beautiful about him in that moment - an intelligence at work, a powerful focus rarely applied. He glowed in the Force like a sun, overwhelming and breath-taking.

But when Obi-Wan’s breath caught, he wasn’t sure if it was the Force. Maybe it was just Anakin. Could you fall in love like this? Just by looking at somebody, just by feeling how great they could be? Stronger than Obi-Wan, more righteous than Qui-Gon? Kinder than Master Dooku, more vibrant than Grandmaster Yoda?

Could he be better? Or would Obi-Wan only make him worse?

“Do you like my friends?” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Gimmie a min’.” Anakin finished screwing the bolt, huffing at the piece. “Bad. Gotta redo...what didya say?”

“Do you like my friends?”

“Oh!” Anakin brightened. “They’re super cool and awesome Jedi! They’re just like I thought Jedi would be. Bant’s a doctor! Did you know that?”

“I did.” A pang shot through Obi-Wan’s heart. “They’d be better teachers than I. I’m sorry, Anakin. I’m sorry you’re stuck with…”

“No way! I’m sorry you’re stuck with me, Obi-Wan.” Anakin’s expression crumpled a little, although he bravely tried to keep it straight. He was already picking that up from Obi-Wan. “I’m why everybody keeps looking at us weird...it’s all my fault. All the Jedi hate us.”

“Anakin, no. The Jedi love all sentient beings.” Judging from Anakin’s expression, Obi-Wan was speaking straight bantha poodoo and acting as if the Corellian moons were made of cheese. “It’s true. They’d - they’d all help you. You don’t need to rely on me.”

Wires hissed and sparked. Anakin was quiet for a moment, stripping some wires with a deft, chubby hand and tying them together. He reached out to grab a blowtorch, but at Obi-Wan’s dangerous expression he carefully retreated his hand. It was a matter of time until he was using his lightsaber to solder metal. Incorrigible. Finally, Anakin said, “What Mr. Quinlan -”

“Knight Quinlan.”

“Knight Quinlan was talking about how you’re just there to guide me and teach me the Jedi way for a few years. And they all acted like the master and padawan thing is so special and great, but…” His face crumpled a little, overcome by an emotion he couldn’t name. “When we had to leave Mom behind...I thought that meant that you were going to be Mom now. But they aren’t going to let us. They’re going to make other people teach me because they don’t like you, and - and - and!”

Fat tears were rolling down Anakin’s cheeks, no matter how hard he scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeve. Obi-Wan quickly sat up and moved closer to Anakin, wrapping him in a hug and letting Anakin press his head into Obi-Wan’s tunic. He would probably have to get this one cleaned with Anakin’s robe. He didn’t know why he was focusing on that instead of Anakin’s hitched breaths as he tried to control his tears.

“Nobody’s going to take you away from me, Anakin.” That wasn’t what he meant to say. That was far too possessive. That hadn’t come out right. But what had Obi-Wan meant to say? “We all just want what’s best for you. You might be happier with the others.” Obi-Wan faltered. “You could be a normal child here. Take lessons. Play with the other children. Learn and grow and be happy. My padawanship, Anakin...it was dangerous and isolated. That’s the kind of life I’ve always lived. I don’t want to expose you to that.”

Anakin separated from him, eyes red-rimmed but dry. “They aren’t strong! All the kids and the old people here - they’re weak! Nothing bad’s ever happened to them, so they think sad people like us are freaks. But you’re strong, Obi-Wan. I want to be strong and just like you. I’m not embarrassed to be your padawan.” He faltered a little, rubbing at his eyes. “It’s okay that you’re sad and that I had to make food for a little bit. Mom would get sad sometimes too. She couldn’t leave bed and stuff. I would take care of Mom and make her food. I don’t mind making you food. The slaves all had each other, we did, but...Mom and I took care of each other. We can take care of each other. It’s just you and me. Right?”

Obi-Wan embraced Anakin tightly, fighting to control his breathing. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t the correct way to do this. He had to be more like Qui-Gon - professional and strong and affectionate. Qui-Gon would have never let Obi-Wan cling to him like this, swearing an oath that neither of them should ever make.

Nobody was going to help them. None of them had ever forgotten how Obi-Wan had been a failure as a child, and none of them were ever going to forget where Anakin came from. No matter what they all said, their bright smiles and helping hands - none of them understood what it was like. It was just Obi-Wan and Anakin from now on.

In some strange way, it felt as if it had always been. As if Obi-Wan had only been alone, because he had not met or loved Anakin yet.

This wasn’t the kind of master Obi-Wan should be. He should be discouraging this desperation and neediness. But he couldn’t discourage it in himself, and he had no idea how to quench it in either of them.

As the Rylothians would say - if this was a sin, then hell had greater need of him than heaven.

He would put in the request for active mission duty. If Anakin grew up like he did - in the midst of adventure and hardship - then he could attain the strength he so desired. That was all Obi-Wan knew how to offer, and that was Qui-Gon’s legacy.

“It’s just you and me, Anakin,” Obi-Wan swore, and damned himself. “It’s just you and me…”

#star wars #sw #star wars fanfic #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #bant eerin #siri tachi #quinlan vos #this is the first and last star wars thing you will ever get from me #please don't ask the rationale i have secrets #i like to think that nothing bad happens in this universe #(it's not an AU but it's not NOT an AU? up to interpretation)#because Obiwan in canon is on anakin's ass about everything #and here he's just one of those single parents who's like 'ok so long as you're fed and not on fire i don't have energy to care #about anything else'#I think this was written from joking about how comedically and weirdly terrible obiwan's childhood was #and from my own personal feelings about the weird way the sw fandom understands communal childcare #and nonattachment #It Does Not Mean What You Think It Means (Because George Lucas Is A White Guy Buddhist!)#if you're wondering if the behavior by the jedi here is realistic or nomal or if it's positive or negative #I have lived in a monastery and it is the most accurate thing you will ever see in a SW fic #my writing

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marveicinematics · 3 years

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how do gods workout? (thor x reader, smut)

Summary : Thor joins you when you are boxing in the training room, and you end up asking him questions about the way he works out.

Pairing : Thor x female reader.

Words : 1,614.

TW : Smut. Dirty talk, unprotected sex, grinding/dry humping, fingering, oral (male receiving), squirting, choking.

Note : This is my first time writing about Thor. It turned out way kinkier than it was supposed to be.

I’m open for request, just check the submit new stories button on my page. ♡

The training room was empty when you walked in. You were used to coming here so early that no one was awake, yet. Wearing your sport bra and a pair of black leggings, you tied your hair up in a ponytail before doing a quick warm-up. Once your body was ready for some exercices, you started boxing and kicking the bag in front of you. Lately, it was the only thing that helped you with your stress and your frustration. After what seemed to be forever but was probably only fifteen minutes, you heard the door open and saw Thor enter. You hated working out when one of the Avengers was in the room. Inferiority complex, you believed. Nodding your head when you heard his ‘hey’, you tried to focus on your session. Truth was, you had never really been close to Thor. He had that intimidating aura that was constantly radiating from him. He was a god, after all. He came from another world. He could control thunder, and his evil brother tried to subdue the whole planet. Frowning, you looked towards him as you saw him sitting down on one of the workout bench. “Wait“, you interrupted, getting his attention on you again. “You work out?“

“Yes, of course.“ Thor seemed baffled by your question, so you stepped closer, trying to explain your point. “But you’re a god.“ “I know I am. That doesn’t mean I got this body because of my powers. You should have seen my dad.“ You chuckled, not sure whether it was a joke or not — was a god allowed to joke? Silently, your eyes lingered on his chest and down to his sculpted abs. He was wearing a t-shirt that was probably two sizes too small for him. You should probably have thanked whoever helped him out with shopping on earth. “I’ve never seen you working out.“ “I usually do it at night, in my room.“ Once again, you chuckled, looking up at him and positive it had to be a dirty joke. His straight face made you realized how serious he was about it, and a soft ‘oh’ escaped your lips before your cheeks turned red. “Do you mean… working out with somebody?“ You asked him, thinking he was just bragging about the amount of girls and boys he was spending his nights with, probably. “No, I’d rather work out alone, actually.“ Your eyes widened and your face went scarlet at the thought of Thor having some alone time in his room. “You mean… Wait, what are we talking about?“ You asked. “Working out. Isn’t it the topic of the conversation?“ Once again, he looked perplex. You paused only to make sure this time, you were understanding each other. “You weren’t talking about sex?“ “Hell no“, he said, making you smile. “Why would I be mentioning that I do it by myself, in my room and at night, if I was talking about…“ He stopped halfway through, frowning. “… Never mind, I get it now.“ Bursting into laughter, you covered your mouth with your hand. It seemed to ease Thor who smiled, visibly amused by the turn this conversation took. “Well, I do sometimes use this type of… workout, too.“ “Just to be clear, you are talking about sex, now?“ He laughed, and for some reason a couple of butterflies flew in your stomach, making your face blush again. “I am.“ It took both of you a minute to calm your giggles. You breathed out when you finally felt calmer, facing Thor whose eyes hadn’t left your face since you started talking to him. He must have seen all shades of red coloring your cheeks, by now. “What about right now?“ You finally asked, but your sincere eyes shared how serious you were about that question. “Well, I’m definitely not in the mood for some fun time by myself.“ Hesitating, you took a step closer to the bench. Maybe it was how early it was, or the few exercices you had time to do before he arrived that made you feel powerful, but you didn’t feel like letting go of what you wanted right now. And what you wanted was him. “But you’re not by yourself.“ You expected him to frown, or laugh, or have any kind of reaction. Instead of it, he stayed quiet for a few seconds, enough time for you to start feeling ashamed about how bold you had been. But just when you thought about running away from this room, Thor grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, locking your lips with his. You sighed in surprised, giving his tongue access to your mouth before completely letting go of any form of control over your own body. Giving in to Thor’s actions, you grabbed his shoulders to maintain your balance as he settled you down on his knees, still sitting on the bench. As his lips were devouring yours with hunger and envy, his strong hands moved under your bra to cup your breasts, making you moan in delight. He knew what he was doing and how to drive you absolutely insane, as if he was reading your mind. The only moment his lips left yours was when he put his mouth on your breast, licking and sucking at your nipple to get it hard and sensitive for him. “Fuck, Thor.“ You groaned, arching against him to give him more access. As your hips pushed closer to his, you felt how hard he was under his shorts. You shivered in anticipation, realizing how big he seemed to be. Teasing him, you started moving your hips against his shaft, earning a soft groan as he bit down on your nipple. You ground against him harder, feeling yourself getting soaking wet through your leggings. His hips met yours frenetically, and you could tell he was already enjoying this. Your moans became lourder as you felt the familiar tickling in between your legs. “Wait, please. I want you inside me.“ You begged, trying to move away from him, only to have Thor’s arms slamming you against his strong body again. “I’m going to bend you over this bench and fuck you senseless until you cum screaming my name.“ And he did. Before you could realize, you were bend over the bench, ass facing the blonde man and your legs spread for him. Of course, he tore your legging and panties up, which caused you to moan louder. Filling you with one quick thrust right after he pushed his shorts down, you had confirmation about how big he was, his cock brushing your inner walls as he kept going deeper. “Do you like it?“ You asked, turning your face to see him. He was sweating, his hands grabbing your waist only to pull you towards him at each thrusts. Everything about his face screamed pleasure, from his closed eyes to the way he was biting his lip down, almost making himself bleed. Feeling bold again, you gave a hard thrust towards him, letting him entering you harder than he expected it. “I said, do you like being inside me.“ “Yes, fuck yes. I do!“ He groaned as he leaned towards you. One of his hand grabbed your breast that was bouncing to the rhythm of his hips, and the other one rested on your throat, making you gasp at the thought of it. You felt your core clench around his cock, making it harder for him to move. “Oh fuck, love. You want me to choke you, don’t you?“ He asked, as his grip tighten around your throat. “You need my hand around your throat while I fuck you hard and make your pussy squirt for me.“ You knew he was right. He must have been, because you felt so close already. Thor pulled out and made you whine to the loss. But he quickly freed your breast to push two fingers inside of you as his other hand tighten again, making it harder for you to catch your breath. “There, love. You better cum for me, harder than you ever had, okay?“ You nodded, and his fingers curled inside you, hitting your spot and making you scream in pleasure. You felt your legs shake as he pushed faster, his thumb finding your clit to rub it at the same rhythm. This man knew how to finger a woman. Eyes closed shut, your walls tightened around his fingers when you neared your orgasm, and he choked you as his fingers paced up inside yourself. “I’m coming!“ That’s all you were able to scream before silently coming against his hand, making a mess of everything as your juice squirted out on your legs and on Thor’s hand. He kept fingering you, making it hard for you to gain some control back. You just kept shaking and coming, O-face attesting of how lost you were in the pleasure he was giving you. It was probably one of the best orgasm you ever experienced. “Good girl.“ You took a deep breath when he let go of your throat and took his fingers out of your pussy only to lick them clean. Still panting, you kneeled in front of Thor, looking up at him. “What are you doing?“ “Helping you finish your workout.“ You said, licking the tip of his erected cock. He moaned loudly, grabbing your ponytail right before you put his whole length inside your mouth, inch by inch, making him buck his hips a couple of time. You only took it out when you gaged. “Open your mouth, I’m close.“ He ordered, and you obeyed. Mouth opened, tongue out, you watched the god of thunder’s fist working fast on his cock as he reached heaven. “God, yes!“ He screamed as he came undone, emptying his hot seed on your tongue. You licked him clean and swallowed, as he was catching his breath, before wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand. “That was a good work out, I think.“ Thor nodded, looking down at you before helping you back on your feet. “We should do that again, later. But we need to find you new pants, first.“

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sukirichi · 3 years

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Hi! I hope you're doing okay. So I just had a thot. And idk what to do with it. So Imma just put it here cause your blog is my new favourite. I'm not even joking. I literally devoured everything related to Tokyo Rev on your blog. So here's my theory. Do correct me if you think I'm wrong Sensei!

Bouten husbands and where they liked to be kissed the most/ or is their weakness. (Ps: it's just my opinion. I mean no offense to anyone.)

Mikey~ Kiss him on his shoulders and he'll cry. Cause he's been bearing all the burden of his dark and decaying world for so long that he doesn't even know that he needs to take a minute for himself and rely on others around him. Especially since most ppl around him are willing to give their life and limbs for Mikey. He just can't seem to keep that in mind. So you've taken it upon yourself to remind him frm time to time. Just a little peck on his strong and broad-ish shoulders to remind him that he's not alone. That if nothing, he has you. He always will.

Rindou~ Something about being kissed on his cheeks, especially by his lover, does things to him. Like his cardiovascular muscles do a little somersault in his chest or something. Because yes, it doesn't matter if he's one of the big, scary and irreplaceable executive of Bouten, he still has an unconscious inferiority complex. Sometimes it just skips his mind that despite everything, he too deserves the world. And every once in a while you need to remind him about it. That he doesn't have to be flashy and snarky like his brother. He just needs to be himself and that he is undeniably worthy of love.

Ran~ Not many people are taller than him, you are no exception. So it makes sense that in order to kiss him you need to be on your tippy toes. And still you're only able to reach his neck. So yeah, just kiss him there. Right on his Adam's apple and he's a goner. It doesn't even have to be sexual. Ran is always the one to take charge. It's kind of in his nature and you happily oblige him. But every now and then, you also need to remind him to take a breather That he can just let go and get dotted over for a change. You're more than happy to take care of him, that he needs to be taken care off.

Koko~ This man not only, brings in the big dough for Bouten, but also beats up people while at it. To say that he's always overworked is an understatement. His hands are always doing something, illegal things most of the time. He knows he's no saint. That there's no coming back into the light. He's painfully aware. But once e intertwine your hands together and kiss him on top of his knuckles, he swears that it's his redemption. You're the only light in his dark and dangerous world.

Kaku-chan~ Please. Just kiss this man on his forehead. Please. He's literally out there, ready to give his life for the things he wants to protect. He's always doing that. Protecting the people that have gone astray, who have no more hope left. He's ready to die for them, if it means they'll keep going. So please, just once, just protect him instead. Protect him from the demons he skillfully hided in his head. Protect him from the nightmares that torment him every night. Just protect him for a change. He needs it more than he's willing to admit.

Sanzu~ Okay. Hear me out. He's deranged and he knows it. He knows he's won't bat an eye before painfully torturing someone to death. Heck he'll even do it with a smile plastered on his face. He knows that he's stained in blood almost all the time.(sometimes his own, most of the other times, not his own). He'll even relish it. He knows that he's been tainted with burden of death. He knows that he lives in the shadows. He's not sane. He's not good. He's bad. He's ugly. You can tell that these awful thoughts keep him awake at night. So when they do and he has this almost painful look on his face. Just pull him close and kiss him on his face, over and over. Kiss his scars, kiss his lips, kiss his nose, his eyes. Just don't stop until he's got your point across. That yes, it's true that he's despicable. But you still love him nonetheless.

Ps: Sorry that was too long and kinds got out of hand. But these are just my "thots". Thank you for hearing me out!~ Thot anon

hi i’m doing okay, thanks for asking n i hope you are too !! also aaah i’m glad to know my blog is your new fave, i hope you enjoy more of my future tokrev content 🥺 ALSO YES ITS HEADCANON TIME LETS GO LETS GO

mikey n shoulder kisses 🥺 i hc that mikey is stiff and rigid all the time without knowing. like you said, he has a lot on his mind and draken even said mikey had a heavy ass cross to bear, so imagine the weight and burdens he has to shoulder 🥺 so if you lean into him for a hug then kiss his shoulders, mikey deflates. to him, its like a reminder he doesn’t have to carry it all by himself all the time and poor bb forgets that often

cheek kisses for rindou 🥺 the idea of this big, bad executive infamous for breaking limbs but is actually a sucker for cheek kisses and turns into a soft lil bean when you cup his face and just smother him with love n affection? bless. rindou probably unknowingly exerts too much effort sometimes to prove something - may it be his strength, his power, or how he’s perfectly capable of fighting by himself - he’ll have that voice at the back of his head that he needs to do something. giving him cheek kisses grounds him and elicits butterflies in his stomach bcos he realizes that, “oh, i don’t have to try so hard. silly me...now more cheek kisses, please.”

ran and neck kisses !! ON THE FLOOR RN, TELL ME MORE. but yes omg i also hc that ran is such a giver and grown up to look for others the way he does for rindou, so in his head, he’s kind of drilled it into himself that he has to be the one in the lead - not necessarily in a mikey way - but in a “he needs to take charge and take his responsibilities seriously” kind of thing. like mikey, ran is probably often deep in thought as well despite his teasing mannerisms, that when you kiss his neck he can’t help but soften. he enjoys being doted on. loves to be the one on the receiving side. has the sweetest smile on his face when he gets a lil ticklish and he just feels like he’s on cloud nine <33

knuckle kisses for koko 😫 everything you said was on point !! his hands are probably so tired from fighting and counting bills all day, not to mention the amount of paperwork he has to do bcos who else will do them ?? no one knows the inner system of koko and how it works as well as koko does, and he wants to do his job right. he gets a little too absorbed in his work, however, that koko gets a little confused when you take his hands away from whatever he’s working on to leave little kisses at the pads of his knuckles, maybe even massaging his hands or playing with his fingers to help him relax a bit. and you know how koko is so good at what he does bcos its all he knows, but at the same he probably hates how he treads on this dark path ?? so when you kiss his knuckles, he feels relieved. like everything will be okay and second chances are real n something he’s worthy of

omg now this is my favorite - kakucho + foreahead kisses. forehead kisses are always so intimate and soothing in a sense. like come here so you can kiss him on the forehead, watch the way his eyes flutter close and a smile tugs at his lips when your lips trail down to his scar, all the while your hands are cupping his face with such tenderness he never really knew of. kakucho is so used to being the tough guy with his rough childhood that it almost feels surreal. surreal that he’s in bed, with you, safe and sound and you’re kissing his forehead so comfortingly he doesn’t have to worry about putting his walls down for a second. he feels safe. he feels at home. but most of all, he knows he’s not alone and he has you - his family

kissing sanzu’s scars 🥺 everything you said was beautiful n i can totally see it happening !! as much as we all know sanzu takes great pleasure and finds entertainment in what he does, it sinks down a little too late. when he’s not high, that’s when he feels the lows. when the blood on his hands are dried, that’s when he realizes it gets harder to wash them off until it stains deep all the way into his soul. then his scars. he sees his scars and remembers how he has to hide them at some point. he stays awake at night and oddly enough, silent and unmoving. and what better way to ease his worries than to pull him close and just to kiss his scars that he thinks are only one of the ways the darkness - the ugliness - of his soul shows through. keep him close and kiss his scars. sanzu may not always be in the right mind to understand your words, but the simple gesture of showing love and acceptance to a part of him that makes him a whole will engrave deep into his heart. leave him butterfly kisses. kiss him from everywhere to his eyes until they flutter close to sleep. kiss his nose adoringly until they scrunch so cutely. kiss his lips until its your taste that overwhelms him. and kiss his scars to remind him his imperfections are accepted and loved

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #thot anon #ANON I LOVED THESE THANK U FOR SHARING ME UR THOTS 😭#I loved them all especially the kaku n sanzu one 🥺#i swear you guys keep making me soft for sanzu LMAOOO #👔 ― bonten! husbands exclusives #long post #unedited

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kachuuyaa · 3 years

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okay but seriously i think this event is really creative and i enjoy reading them. also can i request giyuu!reader x childe pls?

i hope you're taking care of yourself 💕

a/n: thank you very much :D and i would like to say im taking care of myself

GIYUU!READER X CHILDE

100 FOLLOWER EVENT

in your first meeting, you simply glanced at him, while he nervously tried to make you talk. it seemed like a one sided conversation, and in reality, it is. but when he got you to talk, he noted that you don't talk much.

if you two are in a relationship, he will still remain annoying and talkative, but you could care less, you found it adorable. he also respects your trouble of talking, so he gladly talks for you, and you are incredibly doting. once he learns about how severe your inferiority complex was, he is there to shower you with praise and sweet nothings. you were ignorant to his teasing, which results to him pouting and sulking at some point.

you two were polar opposites, as he presents himself as loud and confident in his abilities. you, on the other hand, maintained a stoic and distant approach. he observes that if he puts his own life on the line, or using his Foul Legacy form, he could see your composure break whenever he puts himself in danger. his heart twinges a little, but he is honored to be the subject of your affection. instead of looking at your usual aloof expression, all he could see was worry in your eyes and in your aura whenever he decides to do something reckless.

he spars with you occasionally, and he is amazed on how strong you are, and how powerful your attacks are compared to his. you were also immensely fast, almost leaving Childe in a state of shock. your speed was what surprised him the most, really. because of this, he asks you how you do it, it is up to you to decide, but most of the time, you decline. you mastered swordsmanship very well, and surprises Childe even if he uses his own hydro blades. he almost has a hard time keeping up with your blows and your consistent attacks, due to how skilled and how fast you adapt in battle.

if you have a breathing technique similar to Giyuu's, he might think that it was a hydro vision, due to your sword being included in your hydro infused attacks. but he realized this was not the case when you showed him almost all your water breathing forms, especially the 11th one (it was like his whale attack). you were extremely overpowered and even if Childe has all his 3 forms, he knew he can't be better than you in battle, and he constantly praises you after each one.

overall, a pretty good relationship. even if both of you were polar opposites, you work well together. both of you specialize in hydro-related attacks, and sometimes, you give each other advice on how to handle things. Childe does not worry about you in his line of work, knowing that you could absolutely destroy every enemy in your path.

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flickeringart · 3 years

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Short natal chart reading

You asked specifically about your communication style, so I’ll cut to the chase.

Mercury is in Scorpio, which makes your quite impactful, purposeful and potent – you are likely very observant and able to read between the lines. You know the value of information and the impact it can have if revealed at the wrong time or presented in the wrong context or in the wrong way. You’re likely to want to keep your thoughts to yourself and only reveal selected parts to selected people – even if you do reveal yourself it is never the whole picture. You enjoy ambiguity to an extent, although there’s unease relative to what people might keep from you. You reserve your rights to be suspicious at all times - nothing is what it seems. The common stereotype for having Mercury in Scorpio is the “detective”. You might not want to leave any stone left unturned in your thinking process – which can take you into quite complex and intricate trains of thought on a daily basis. Since Mercury is conjunct the Sun, you derive a sense of self from your thinking – which can be both good and bad. Good because you feel that you are standing behind every word and thought that occupy your mind, bad because you might have a hard time differentiating yourself from your thinking. You might feel that your way of communicating is very much a reflection of who you are. This is not the case for everyone. Your Sun and Mercury are in the 1st house of Self, which means that you show up as your authentic self – people see you in your outward projected persona and what you think is a big part of who you are.

Your Sun-Mercury conjunction forms a strong square to Jupiter in the 11th. It might be that you find yourself blocked from accessing the freedom and optimism that you crave because it seems to contradict your way of communicating – even your sense of self. It would seem that, you have to spread yourself thin in order to socialize and be involved with a lot of people and causes, it would seem that you have to exaggerate to the detriment of your own innate caution and need for privacy which is natural to Scorpio individuals. Perhaps you feel that in order to have some chance of luck when interacting with people, you can’t be yourself all the way. You can’t display your true self with your friends and your network because in that sphere, you would feel the need to be purely optimistic open to experience. In your life, there’s expectance of good things to come, perhaps to the point of it being unreasonable – you might exaggerate your optimism in order to compensate for your innate caution and awareness of the impermanence of life. You put your faith in collective aspirations and although you might reap the benefits on one level, on another level you might feel frustrated that you’ve lost yourself to the group – in other words, what you gain from associating with people and forming connections is not allowing you to be yourself and communicate your opinions and thoughts in the way you would want to. Chiron in your 3rd house emphasizes the fact that you have to take a philosophical approach to cope with non-redeemable difficulties in communicating. What these difficulties and issues are exactly is impossible for me to say, possibly it has to do with the ignorance and lack of awareness of people around you – too much discipline or lack thereof in school, too much strictness and demands on how to interact, behave and think. Chiron is in Capricorn, which suggests that you would’ve felt debilitated in your ability to apply yourself effectively in your studies, feeling judged and inferior because of regrettable yet inevitable circumstances.

Saturn is in Gemini in the 9th house. It is also the ruler of your 4thhouse. It would seem that education and knowledge were promoted in your home growing up, not necessarily for the purpose of your own interest and self-fulfillment, but for the purpose of succeeding in society and developing your intellect. Saturn is in retrograde, which usually means that the native is hard pressed to personally undertake challenges for the sake of growth because they might not come on their own – and if they do, they are rarely conducive to goal of being responsible and self-reliant. In other words, you would need to push yourself and put yourself in situations that require effort, consciously. Since your question was specifically about communication, I should say that Saturn in Gemini points to insecurity and a sense of lack in mental abilities that might lead you to put on a charade of wit in order to not reveal your struggles. This is not beneficial although it’s understandable that there’s a hesitant attitude to be open an accepting of one’s insufficiencies. It’s fine to hide behind a coping mechanism as long as one is working on developing oneself from the ground up at the same time. Be honest and real with yourself in your struggle. There’s no shame in admitting to where one’s at and working toward betterment. Getting over the fear of intellectual failure is hard, yet you should keep in mind that you’re only ever truly accountable to yourself despite external authority trying to instill feelings of guilt or shame. Humility is the best antidote to prideful concealment of lack.

Your Moon in the 4th house in Capricorn points to a home with an emphasis on discipline instead of softness. The natural ruler of the 4th house is the opposite sign of Cancer, which has to do with mutual dependence and emotional nurturing within the home. Capricorn as the 4th house ruler is tough because you probably had to work to get your needs met. With your Moon in this sign and in this house, you might’ve adopted the attitude that nothing is for free and that you had to put aside your feelings in order to have a chance of stability and security in the long run. In any case, your home environment growing up was certainly serious. Neptune also sits in this house, squaring your Sun-Mercury conjunction. Perhaps it’s not too presumptuous of me to suggest that you had to blend in to the detriment of your own sense of self and your own mental assessments and opinions. With Neptune in the 4th there’s usually intense idealization as well as sensitivity to the environment and a need to blur the edges in order to cope with the less refined aspects of reality. You seek and sought complete merging within your family home, yet your yearning probably made you feel frustrated with yourself because you could never quite attain the love (Neptune square Venus) or the recognition of yourself that you hoped for (Neptune square Sun-Mercury). Your Venus in Scorpio is also in retrograde which means that external socializing, displays of love and affection was “lost on you” since you have a hard time with real understanding of what underlies social interaction. You might struggle with general unhappiness because of this, but your task is to cultivate the inner experience of satisfaction rather than seeking it in the external. Since you’re a Libra Rising, Venus is your chart ruler and it’s in its detriment in the sign of Scorpio. Your idea of beauty is tainted with themes of passion and intensity; you might enjoy reveling in the darker undercurrents, the things that are shocking, a bit taboo and forbidden.

Your Mars in in Libra, conjunct your Ascendant on the 12th house side. Mars is in the sign of its detriment, quite diplomatic and socially accommodating. Your way of asserting yourself is always aimed at being reasonable in light of the social setting and circumstance you’re in. Since Mars is in the 12th, you assert the will based on universal emotional longings that are common to every human being. You might never fight or argue on behalf of selfish agenda, it’s always in favor of trying to restore equilibrium and an experience of being emotional fused. You probably feel that anger is abstract energy and available for use, but it’s not to be employed on behalf of your separate self. Planets in the 12th can sometimes point to passed down familial issues, in the case of Mars here, personal drive and anger is “stuck in the ether”, unconscious and/or given up to live its own life “back stage”. Aries, the sign ruled by Mars, is in the 7th house, pointing out that you probably encounter your “shadow” (disowned qualities) of anger, selfishness and self-motivated action in other people. In addition, Lilith sits right on the Descendant in Aries, which suggests that you find other people irrationally independent and overly attached to getting their own way. You might even find that you compulsively display these traits in interaction with other people because you feel that you are going to be deprived of your chance to do what you want. You’re likely to feel deprived of your individual potency with these placements and you might come off as obsessively independent in relationships with other people for this reason. The whole dynamic stems from a feeling having to sacrifice personal interest and it often backfires in radical self-absorption and self-motivated action.

Let’s take a look at Pluto, your Sun ruler. It’s in your 2nd house, trine Jupiter and sextile Mars. You’re likely to be quite possessive fearfully protective of your material resources, which includes money and finances. You might be quietly and covertly acquiring your material necessities, or avoiding it all together because of the constant paranoia and threat of the rug being pulled out from underneath you. You don’t trust that you’re going to have enough for yourself to be content, ever, so you might be quite powerful and persevering in your quest for value. Pluto and Scorpio have a lot to do with impermanence and expecting crises to envelop without a moments notice so you’re always “on your toes” internally, scanning for potential chaos to break lose, especially as it relates to loosing what you value on a purely material level. This is especially true since Scorpio rules your 2nd house and Pluto is placed here. The Pluto-Jupiter trine would denote a strong sense of faith and confidence in your ability to survive ordeals, perhaps due to your sense of being part of something larger than yourself (Jupiter in the 11th house). You might be concerned with how to regenerate faith and find value in seemingly “dead matter”, metaphorically or literally speaking. Your Part of Fortune is conjunct Jupiter, which pints to your prosperity coming through the broadening and expanding of your understanding of life through involvement in groups or causes. It’s quite possibly even linked to your career. You might take on the role of the inspiring and visionary teacher that transforms people’s lives (Pluto trine Jupiter). Or, put in other terms, your teaching and sharing of yourself will make you feel powerful and impactful in the world of ideas as well as that of form (Jupiter in 11th trine Pluto in the 2nd). Your South Node conjuncts your Pluto, so it’s easy for you to wield subtle power and take control. Pluto sextile Mars gives you a relentless will; you do fight dirty even if it’s below the surface and through quiet coercing and strategic manipulation that is barely noticed. Guilt seems to be a popular tool for Scorpio Mars in attempt to control matters, and the same could be said for Pluto-Mars aspects. Mars in the 12th easily lends itself to acting out the role of the martyr or victim of circumstances and when aspecting Pluto, this can be used strategically. You can probably be a little ambiguous and subtly threatening in your actions in order to get what you want.

Finally, let’s look at Uranus. It’s in its domicile in Aquarius in the 5thhouse, trine Saturn. The 5th house has to do with activities of self-expression and it would seem that you find an outlet for breaking out of the societal bars of convention within this sphere. You might have fun exploring new collective trends and ways of expressing yourself that challenges the status quo. It would seem that you incorporate your offbeat ways nicely with the necessity to conform and succeed within society, since Uranus trines Saturn. However, seeing as Saturn is in retrograde, you are not particularly in touch with the limits and boundaries of society – they don’t make sense to you. You might set high goals for yourself and work diligently to reach them, yet you don’t experience a correlation between your effort and the payoff. Looking to what is wrong with authority, rebelling against it and pushing new, more progressive thought systems might come easily to you for this reason. You might be inclined to hop on a collective thought trend and identify with it, embody it in your own unique way. You’re likely to express alternative ideas and conceptual framework through your creativity and spontaneity.

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1rintooru · 3 years

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hq!! boys and why you broke up

if love is supposed to feel good, then why does it hurt so much? Well, love isn't always easy... these are just the reasons why I think these boys would end up as the ones that got away... Part 1/x??

Starring: Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Lev Haiba and Suna Rintarou

a/n: plsss i made myself sad with this, so now i gotta pass it onto you rip😭💀 the characters are also completely random so this might end up having multiple parts... 👀

Oikawa: contrary to popular belief, I think Oikawa would care a lot for the relationship. If it isn’t volleyball that’s the major burden on the relationship, then it’s his insecurity. Truth is, he’s very fragile. It’ll become incredibly draining to have to constantly reassure him that yes, you’re happy in the relationship; yes, he’s enough; yes, you love him and no, you’re not cheating. He has a tendency to dump his problems onto you with this unsaid expectation for you to fix all his issues. It’s tiresome to constantly walk on eggshells in order to not hurt his pride while simultaneously not triggering his inferiority complex. It feels like you’re only there to repair him and you begin to feel more like his therapist. The relationship is very suffocating behind the picture-perfect façade he posts on his socials.

Hinata: it’s when his positivity turns toxic. He’s eager, ambitious and optimistic – almost to a fault. Hinata is incredibly uplifting and supportive on good days. Perhaps that’s because he believes there are only good days. Any mishap, misfortune or worry is something he’ll disregard and easily brush off. He won’t really understand your concerns or anxieties and he’ll only wonder why you can’t look on the bright side. His gentle remarks to “think positively” will turn impatient and annoyed as he tells you to “snap out of it” and “it’s all in your head.” This mindset might work for him, but it silences you and it’s a slow death for the relationship from there on out.

Kageyama: it’s an age old saying, but communication really is key in any relationship. It’s not that he doesn’t care – he does… he cares so, so much but it’s hard for him to find the right words. Kageyama struggles to communicate what he needs and wants and it often feels like a guessing game with him. He’s grown a lot since he went to Karasuno High, but certain traits still linger. He expects you to just know exactly what he’s thinking or how he feels with just how he looks at you. He’s too stubborn to be fully transparent and slowly resents how you aren’t able to read his mind. Things always work out in volleyball, why isn’t that the case here? Naturally, this is what drives a wedge into your relationship…

Tsukishima: you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating this salty brat. In the beginning the teasing was always fun and lighthearted but over time the light jabs would become more cutting. Your arguments are cruel and petty; he knew his words would hit a nerve since that’s why he would say them in first place. He’ll try and disguise it as a joke but you know that he meant what he said. It becomes hard to open up to him knowing that he might weaponize your insecurities against you. In the end, the relationship feels like a mean-spirited competition instead of solving your conflict.

Lev: god, Lev is just a child at heart, isn’t he? He has a big heart and an even bigger mouth. He’s a sweet talker but it doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s still pretty clueless when it comes to dating and relationships. You don’t want his flowers because you were the one who mentioned wanting them in first place. You don’t want to go on a date if it means you have to remind him every couple of days. Even smaller things, like reminding him to unload the dishwasher or to not mix colors and whites in the laundry become incredibly tedious over time. Dating him is truly like dating a golden retriever puppy. He isn’t interested in the boring stuff and Lev is just too much of a man-child to handle a serious adult relationship.

Suna: a classic case of right person – wrong time. It's as though you both just know you’re meant for each other, but things never really work out as planned. Perhaps neither was ready to commit to a relationship or the idea was intimidating; long-distance wasn’t appealing to either of you or you were in a relationship when he as single and he was stuck on his toxic ex when you reached out again. You have such a deep mutual respect and understand each other better than anyone else. It's hard to be mad when you share such similar life experiences, but damn, it still hurts every single time when things don’t work out how they should.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa x reader #suna x reader #tsukishima x reader #kageyama x reader #lev x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu angst #selfmade

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dajaregambler · 3 years

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HeliosR - Brad Beams Card story “Night of the Nightpool”

Translation of Brad beams’s 3* “The Night Pool Party” card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Brad: ---Aah, that’s what it was. Sorry. ….Have a nice evening

Keith: Oi oi oi hold up there. Brad, just… what were ya talking ‘bout there?

Brad: These women had me invited to grab some drinks together but I told them I’m on the job, thus I refused

Keith: Man….

Keith: Ya really are a square, aren’tcha… Not that I’m sayin’ to go off messing ‘round with women either though…

Keith: Work’s done and over for today, you can let a bit loose here. Like go drink some alcohol, or maybe drink alcohol, actually have you considered drinking alcohol yet?

Brad: I’m not drinking. I cannot lose focus as long as I’m wearing this uniform.

Keith: Aah- yeah, yeah got it….

Keith: Anyway, this party’s sure going hard

Keith: Even though it’s some new place that just opened up, this many people have showed up already, could this be ‘cuz of DJ Faith’s influence?

Brad: I believe so. The hotel owner has repeatedly said how grateful he is for him.

Keith: Haha, that’s amazing. That live from the other day he did with Junior and Gray as a band together wasn’t too shabby either

Keith: There was a buncha people that came just to see him too, but there were tons of others that didn’t come just for his face but purely to listen to his music too

Keith: T’was the first time I had seen him do anything like performing but, I was damned impressed

Keith: Thatta guy like me who has no zero interest in music already thinks so, prolly means the guys who came to see must’ve thought it was even more amazin’

Brad: In the past our family would employ various music instructors for him, and each one of them proposed the idea of becoming a professional to him

Keith: Heeh~, ain’t that impressive

Keith: ….But, even crazy talented guys like him oughta have some kinda inferiority complex

Brad: ………..

Keith: Genius when it comes to music, got a pretty face and is popular with the ladies, and has a rich family to top it off, right?

Keith: A perfect person that any plain ol’ average joe would envy

Keith: After all, humans are living beings who don’t get satisfied no matter how far they go

Brad: …..I wonder

Keith: There’s gotta be someone that you were envious of too, right?

Brad: Me? …..I don’t quite feel as if I harbor such emotion

Keith: ...Had thought so. ‘Cuz once ya think about Faith, it all falls into place

Keith: You’re the kind of guy to be envied rather than to envy

Brad: ……

Keith: Reminds me how back at the Academy there’s be a buncha guys declaring they’re your rivals, and were jealous of ya too

Keith: Grades obviously counting too, but the trust teachers had in ya, and these countless of Valentine’s presents you’d get, saw enough guys that’d seethe with jealousy over each and one of these

Brad: Regarding grades, I did vaguely feel as if I had a rival...

Brad: However isn’t it too farfetched to think about the teachers and Valentine’s presents too?

Keith: Naw, it’s the truth… You really didn’t realize, huh

Brad: I don’t quite understand the need to compare yourself with others on that

Brad: Instead of yearning to have what you lack, it’s more efficient to polish what you’re already capable of

Keith: ….This kinda attitude only adds fuel to people’s burning jealousy of ya, y’know. Well, that’s just as expected from you though?

Brad: …….

Brad: I don’t have anything to envy, but I do honestly respect those who have what I lack

Keith: Eh?

Brad: To give an example… From the time I had met Dino, I realized you can respect those that differ from you

Brad: His sociability that can open up anyone’s heart at once and his cheerfulness, how it’s easy to talk to him…. Not to forget how he’s able to frankly express himself in plentiful ways

Brad: It was because of Dino being himself that we got closer back at the Academy

Keith: Well, yeah… Where the hell else are ya gon’ find some dude that solves anything and everything by the power of love and peace

Keith: I can agree with how impressive it is, but no way I’d wanna become like that too

Brad: There’s times I think where I should follow his example

Keith: Eeh, seriously?

Brad: For the rookies… Especially when I’m close to being too harsh on Akira, I think of Dino’s “Love and Peace”

Brad: How there’s a way to solve something lovingly and peacefully, without needing to be harsh… thus I briefly come to a stop and consider it

Brad: Though, unmistakingly it is dubious to say that without any kind of context, I can’t be exactly as Dino in that regard

Keith: Haha… Kinda wanna see Akira’s face whenever ya decide to go all “Love and peace…☆” on him

Brad: What about you, Keith

Keith: Hm?

Brad: Have you ever felt envious thinking of those who had what you didn’t?

Brad: Well, I do believe you should follow Dino’s example too regarding a few aspe… No, make that multiple aspects.

Keith: Guh… Cut it out…

Brad: ? Where are you going

Keith: Need more alcohol. Gonna go get ‘n other one

Keith: There was some guy earlier with a pretty damned nice fancy cocktail. I wanna get that one next...♪

Brad: Oi, keep it in moderation.

Keith: Yeeessir

Keith: Ah, right. I’m one of these booooring average joes, so obviously I felt the same ‘bout others too

Keith: ‘Cuz I was jealous of ya too back at the Academy

Brad: ……?

Keith: I wasn’t interested in studying so it ain’t ‘bout comparing grades or something but

Keith: Back when ya didn’t know me yet, I thought of you of some gross guy that could do whatever and that everyone around you confided in ya

Brad: ……..

Keith: Well, once Dino brought all of us together that feeling had gone away

Keith: The three of us are completely different from each other. It’s like we're some kinda mixed bag of fellas

Keith: -Huh, uwaAAH!!!??

Brad: Keith…!

Keith: PUHAH…! What the fuck!

Keith: OI, Brad! Don’t just stare, help me out here...!

Brad: I told you to pay attention.... So that you wouldn’t fall into the pool

Keith: Geh, I get it, okay! I get it, so this ain’t the time for it now, you know?

Keith: Aaaah goddamnit, I’m sopping wet! This is gonna give me a cold for sure!

Brad: …….

Keith: Huh?

Brad: ……..

Keith: HEY Brad, where the hell ya going!? Are you just gonna leave me here!?

Brad: You can help yourself out. ….I’ll be taking care of that fancy cocktail in your place

Keith: HAAAAH….!? Wah, wuh, wait… what are you suddenly going on ‘bout!

Brad: (....Come to think of it, I had thought of how I wanted to follow Keith’s example and take it easy too)

Brad: (Whenever Keith is around, I feel as if I can relax a bit more)

Brad: (It’s definitely out of the question to put my responsibilities aside to laze around and drink though.)

Brad: (But in times like these….)

Keith: Come the fuck on, Brad! How damn cruel! I ain’t gonna let you go drinking on your own!

Brad: Then hurry up and get out. Although I wouldn’t advise you to come here while you’re soaked

Keith: Gah, fucking hell! Just you wait, Brad…!

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #brad beams #keith max

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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can i make another emergency request please?

tsukishima’s, ennoshita’s and oikawa’s s/o has an inferiority complex.

nothing’s worse than putting your best effort into something and it’s still not good enough...i feel like i’ll never amount to anything in this world, so what’s the point in even trying anymore?

tsukishima, ennoshita, and oikawa with a s/o who has an inferiority complex

a/n: i- a few weeks ago, your description was exactly how i felt. what’s the point? i’m literally just a single person out of what...7 billion? i’m not the next einstein or newton or van gogh... i realized that i’m really not that special lmao. the sun would still rise without me, the world would still turn, everything will still be perfectly fine...so what’s the point? i’ll never satisfy anyone or even myself so why stay here and suffer?

i don’t know what happened over these few weeks but i’ve gotten a lot better...maybe because of this blog and all of your kind comments :’) i just want to say that by simply existing, you are more than enough. and all of your efforts? they won’t backfire on you. all of your hard work will be accounted one day. none of it will go to waste. i always tell myself to put in my best effort so i won’t leave with regrets. i might’ve “lost”...but at least i tried, i did everything i could, i’ll accept my defeat, grow stronger, and come back to win again

- lots of love, lia :’) <3

tsukishima:

- while he may never admit it, i believe he’s felt inferior compared to a lot of people. hinata, for example. remember, tsukki didn’t see a point in trying so hard ... “it’s just a volleyball club”

- “no one will be good enough, y/n. there isn’t a good enough, no one’s good enough. and even if you feel like you’ll never measure up to anything...so what? is being good enough the point of life? no. the point is to just enjoy your time here. i’ve learned to enjoy my time now that i have you in my life” he says while glancing at you to get your reaction to his rare semi-sentimental words

- tsukki isn’t big on giving advice but this is a topic he’s personally gone through so he’s getting real talkative and personal...

- he’ll become a lot softer. instead of his usual hard glare he gives to other people, he’ll look at you with soft eyes every time you speak

(umm...apparently you’re his s/o so yes, you definitely are special because this tsukishima guy basically hates everyone else. not only does he not hate you but he...loves you? while everyone else is like, i wonder what being loved by tsukki feels like ...you don’t even have to imagine. must be nice to be this lucky 😔 :’D

ennoshita:

- ...ennoshita can understand how you feel quite well. in the whole manga/anime series, he’s felt inferior compared to nishinoya, tanaka, and then hinata and kageyama

- ennoshita is thoughtful and patient enough to know that feeling inferior is really, really common

- he wants to be able to give you motivation and support in ways that no one else did when he had an inferiority complex

- “imagine yourself as the main character of a show...this is the part where you’re down in the dumps and the audience is waiting for your character development to start so you can rise up even higher”

- “...that was really cheesy” you state out with a weak smile

- he gives you a small smile, “but hey...did it help a little?”

- you might not notice it, but ennoshita will go out of his way to make your life easier. things like making you breakfast, throwing out the trash, remembering where you placed your keys, charging your laptop, water your plants, etc etc. he wants the best of the best for you <3

oikawa:

- despite his outward confidence, there are definitely times where oikawa feels like his best will never be enough

- “everything is good enough as long as if you try, y/n” he pauses, not continuing on until you make eye contact with him, “i hate it when people say it’s the effort that counts but...it really is, the effort that counts”

- oikawa is gonna hit you with a “i’m gonna be very disappointed if you don’t try, y/n...and let me just say, you don’t want a disappointed oikawa in your hands”

- “keep in mind that there’ll always be people better than you and people worse than you. you just have to keep being you...wait was that too cheesy?”

- he’ll be your buddy with whatever you feel like you’re not good enough at. school work? he’ll be your study buddy (but keep in mind, he’s also your boyfriend...which means study sessions can easily turn into make out sessions...) working out? he’ll be your workout buddy. whatever it is, never forget that he’ll always be by your side to support you!

- prepare for a lot of affection from this man. remember, he’s pretty affectionate in the first place...but he just feels to need to shower you in some extra love every once in a while (more like everyday)

#oikawa x reader #ennoshita x reader #tsukishima x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa toru x y/n #oikawa torū #ennoshita fluff #haikyuu fluff #tsukki x reader #tsukki x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x gn!reader #hq x y/n #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu tsukishima

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