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[starxanemone]

So many annoying ass men in my yapping account dms. Go away 😭

[starxanemone]

Kaiser liking freud makes me ughhhhhahsha bc i think there are better psychology proponents (like how patriarchal, pessimistic, and overly focused on taking on a sexual perspective on personality development). Although, kaiser being interested in the psychoanalytical theory makes a lot of sense considering how his personality presents a lot of important aspects in freud's theory especially its emphasis on the unconscious, aka, repressed undesirable experiences.

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I made a yapping blog which will likely contain femdom posts and just random musings if you guys wanna follow : [ plsplspls let's be moots here @jxlestars

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MICHAEL KAISER'S motivations and behavior of bringing despair towards his enemies and self-harm, I think, is a reflection of Freud's psychoanalytic concept called "Thanatos" or "death instinct."

Thanatos, as suggested by Freud, is the human instinct to engage in behaviors that are aggressive, destructive, and/or self-harming—all of which are behaviors that Kaiser have presented when interacting with his teammates, Isagi especially when he specifically told him to "get in the way of his life" (which can either be perceived as a way to challenge himself or to seek self-destructive situations), and when he harms himself whenever he deems himself inferior to someone else.

I wonder if this is behavior stems more from the unconscious (repressed traumatic memories) or from the conscious where he actively took inspiration from Freud's psychoanalytical concept "Thanatos" and forming it as a response mechanism, or maybe a mixture of both.

someone agree with me.

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After several deliberations, I find myself settling with ISTJ as my MBTI type rather than INTJ. INTJ never completely made sense to me when they approach the world through abstractions first and foremost—something I never do unless prompted by an event, and even then, my thoughts are grounded on concrete reality. I cannot think about abstract things without relation to reality and how it's applied. Maybe it's just the strong Te and habit of catastrophizing when I encounter unwanted change which I perhaps viewed as Ni-Fi rather than my inferior Ne. But then, I find that going back to my routine—or going back to my roots—is what sets me straight again.

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How tf do people blush. I'm not dark skinned, but that shit still never made sense to me as to how it happens so like every time the reader is described to be blushing, my mind's like "HOW TF?"

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am I good enough ?

you get insecure about your relationship with them

rintaro

rin wasn't sure what was wrong with you. you weren't reacting to his teasing like you usually do. you weren't rolling your pretty eyes at him and telling him to be quiet.

you were being distant, unresponsive. usually rin doesn’t let things show on his face. but he was getting beyond worried.

so when you’re over for a movie night. not even cuddling up to him like you usually do, he pauses the movie. you hadn’t even noticed, your eyes and mind far gone, somewhere else.

“hey.” he said softly, linking your guys hands. you snap out of it, trying to muster up a smile. his stomach feels queasy and not in the usual butterfly way. it was his anxiety.

“what’s up with you? did something happen?” he presses, squeezing your hand. you don’t meet his eyes.

“what’s wrong baby?” he scoots closer, instinctively gulping.

“I just—why’d you even choose me?” his brows furrow almsot immediately.

“what?” his eyes narrowing. you’re still avoiding eye contact.

“I mean like—there’s so many other girls.” you laugh, suddenly feeling small once again. rin frowns.

“what are you even saying.” he pouts but he answers in a heartbeat.

“I chose you because you put up with all my bullshit. I can be myself around you. I can do nothing with you and still feel like a virgin feeling the touch of a woman for the first time.” he pouts. it catches you off guard, getting a laugh out of you.

“wow, how romantic.” you try to joke but he pulls you into him.

“I love you because you’re you and I don’t want it any other way.” he blushes, placing his chin on top of your head.

“so stop feeling like this.” you hum, clutching his shirt.

“thanks rin.”

“anytime sweets.” he says with a proud smirk and a gentle kiss to your head.

kei

you had noticed for awhile now. you didn’t want to be that girl.

but whenever you’d stop by kei’s job at the museum, one of his coworkers always seemed to hover over him. when you’d drop in to say hi, eat lunch together, or drop off his volleyball stuff.

now you weren’t a fool.

you knew your boyfriend was good looking, especially in that mandatory suit he had to wear.

“god I can never breathe in this thing.” he groans, loosening the tie as he moves to dig into the bento you brought him. you smile at him.

“you look hot.” he narrows his eyes at you as you grin.

but in the far distance you can see the girl.

as she fails to spy on you guys?

your brows furrow, he catches this.

“what?” you smile, ushering him to eat.

“nothing.”

you know kei was just being polite.

I mean hell it was his coworker, you knew he couldn’t really ignore her. but something about seeing him interact so easily with her made you uneasy. how she easily talked about dinosaurs with him.

you felt stupid for feeling like this. obviously you didn’t know a lot about them but you tried for your boyfriend. always letting him rant about them or buying him trinkets of his favorite species. he wore a small smile whenever he’d talk about them. you hated this feeling bubbling within you. it wasn’t like you.

after a hard day of classes and work, you surrender to your bed and your awful thoughts. you knew kei was coming over but for the first time you were dreading it.

“hey.” he smiles, taking off his glasses, ready to lay with you. you don’t even greet him and he’s confused.

you rarely ever got mad at him, it was always meaningless so he’s kinda nervous.

“you…okay?” he takes a seat on your bed.

you hum. he pouts, sliding in the sheets behind you.

“what’s going on with you?” he says into your hair.

“you seem awfully chatty with your coworker. didn’t know she could make you smile like that.” you’re disgusted by your words yet jealousy clouds you. kei doesn’t catch on, letting out a little laugh.

“are you jealous?”

your silence makes him waver.

“are you actually upset about this?” his words felt invalidating, further worsening your state.

“dunno.”

his heart aches.

“hey.” he says softer now.

“I don’t know what you’re exactly worried about…but she’s nothing to me.”

kei is honestly surprised that this is even a conversation, she was really just a coworker to him, nothing more.

you sigh.

“look at me.” he says gently, nudging you to face him. you turn to him but you don’t meet his eyes. he rakes his hand through your hair.

“please stop whatever you’re thinking. you think I can tolerate anyone that isn’t you?”

you meet his eyes.

“it’s only us remember. were the only ones that can put up with each other. we’re meant to be.” he grins.

your eyes soften.

“sorry.” you grumble.

“s’okay—just don’t think I’ll ever choose someone else.” he says, sleep getting to him.

you smile, resting your cheek on his chest. his heartbeat lolling you to sleep.

kenma

your boyfriend had just finished a collab stream with another popular girl streamer. you had watched the stream and enjoyed it.

it was so chaotic and you enjoyed watching your boyfriend have fun. but you weren’t expecting to see them all over twitter.

edits being made, comments about how they were flirting with each other, ship names???

you were beyond confused.

it’s not like people didn’t know about you, you were kenma’s profile picture, he’d mention you over a million times in his streams.

‘my girlfriend this, my girlfriend that.’

it had gotten to the point people were comparing the two of you, you had stayed up almost all night looking at each and every one of them.

how she seemed like she’d treat kenma better, how it looks like they got along better, that their chemistry was out of this world.

you set your phone down, succumbing to sleep with tears grazing your eyes.

kenma was worried that you weren’t replying to him. in all honesty you would’ve been at his house already.

you were always over when he streamed, brining him snacks throughout and water. instead of streaming at his usual time, he makes his way to your house.

when he enters, he sees you fast asleep on your bed, your face a little puffy. he frowns, making his way towards you when he notices your phone was on.

it was opened to one of the posts that had brutally picked apart everything you were as a person. kenma gripped your phone in anger, not at you, no, never.

but about all of the foolish people who could ever compare you to someone else. he sighed, he knew something like this would happen one day and he really did everything he could to prevent it. he didn’t want you believing these nobodies.

no one knew everything that you’ve done for him, that you’re the reason he became who he was. he shuts your phone off, brushing your hair away from your face. it makes you stir, blinking away your slumber.

“ken?” you question, your face breaking into a small smile.

“hey.” he said hushed. you groan, stretching your arms out.

“what time is it—oh my god! your stream! what’re you doing here?” you question, sitting upright. he laughs, your hair shooting out in different angles.

“you know I can’t stream without you.” he says softly, in that quiet voice of his. he tries to tame your hair, caressing your face warmly.

“please don’t cry, not over something like this.” he sighs, taking your hand in his. your breath hitches, your eyes downcast.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you—I never wanted this to happen.” he squeezes your hand. you squeeze his back.

“I-I know. I’m stupid for giving in I just…” you sigh. his hand finds your cheek again.

“I get it. but I need you to know that it’ll always be you. I love you…so much.”

kenma blushes, yet he brings you in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. he rests his forehead against yours, your noses grazing.

“I love you too ken.” you smile, causing him to smile in return.

Kodzuken : I’m mad at you guys. no stream today or ever until you treat the loml with respect.

kodzuloveshisgf :NOOOO WHO DARES THREATEN OUR KITTENS BEAUTY…

user0857382 : @ynlovesken you dropped this queen 👑

kodzuissocool : bffr that’s mother right there, yall needa sit tf down and touch grass

hajime

hajime loved his job and he took it very seriously. he loved helping people achieve their goals. helping each and every one of them improve their techniques, timing, all of that.

you went with him everywhere when you had the time. showing up to some of the practices for the Japanese volleyball national team. but you couldn’t help but feel like he spent more time with the team than with you.

you’ve never brought it up because you knew his job was demanding. but it had also meant that he’d have to spend more time with a specific girl.

you weren’t entirely sure what she did or who she was. you’d seen her hand out waters and towels to the guys, always next to the manager with a clipboard but it seemed she never left your boyfriends side.

never once have you doubted the love hajime had for you. your promise ring was a constant reminder of it. but it doesn’t help your thoughts when they’d laugh together, her shoving him away and calling him stupid.

your face dulls at the the memories.

hajime had came home a little late due to the practice. you dismissed his offer on you coming which made him a little sad because you had always wanted to go when you could.

you’re comfy in your shared bed when he enters the room. he walks in with a soft smile, immediately placing a kiss on your head.

“everyone was wondering where you were.” he murmured softly.

you glance away. “sorry, wasn’t really up for it.”

“what’s on your mind hm?” he says, softly moving hair from your face.

you gulp.

he scoots closer.

“you know you can tell me anything right?” he caresses your hand.

“I know. it’s just…stupid.” he frowns.

“your feelings aren’t stupid pretty, you can talk to me.” you sigh, your anxiety bubbling up.

“i’m scared to lose you…I feel like we haven’t really spent time with each other a lot. and I know it’s dumb but when I go with you, the assistant girl is always with you. so—I don’t know.” you’re facing your hands, picking at your blanket.

hajime is heartbroken about how you’ve been feeling. never did he want to make you feel this way.

“I’ve noticed that too and you’re right. we haven’t really spent much time together lately… but I don’t ever want you to think that I look at any other woman the way I look at you. I belong to you fully. this is proof of that.”

his thumb grazes your ring.

“I’ll ask for some days off and we can do whatever you want. even if it’s just staying in bed. everyone knows about you, you’re never something I’ll shy away from talking about and well you definitely don’t need to worry about her because…she’s gay.” he laughs, scratching at his neck.

you gasp, covering your mouth.

“ohmygod haji. I feel so stupid.” you cover your face. he smiles, trying to pry your hands away.

“I think there’s actually been a couple times she’s joked about stealing you.” he paused to think, you laugh too.

“anyways. I promised you that I’d always love and protect you and I don’t plan on ever breaking that.” he says genuinely, pecking your ringed finger.

“I love you.” you say softly and he kisses you, littering pecks all over your face.

“I love you too my sweet girl.”

© alpali

[starxanemone]

Clumsy first time sex with virgin ITOSHI SAE who's nervous as fuck as he attempts calm down his racing heart banging underneath his ribcage when he attempts to unclasp your bra. The only sounds you could hear are each other's heart beat and the clothing rustling off slowly. The only thing he says is a quiet question with a short stutter, "I-Is this right?" To which you reply with an equally nervous "P-Probably, yeah."

On the other hand, both your minds race a mile a minute especially when he finally slips the bra off your shoulders. His mind goes "oh god", but nothing shows on his face—he'd die before he'll let you see a look of amazement plastered on his face. He swallows his saliva, adam's apple bobbing up and down and your eyes draw to it. When his hands travel all over the expanse of your body, he's not really sure of where to specifically place them, so he kinda just moves them around aimlessly. His hands tremble as he does so and he refuses to look into your eyes because he knows how obvious it would look.

When he puts it in, his entire body tenses at the foreign feeling and his mind goes "fuck". He can't hold back the redness that poofs across his entire face this time, though, and the twitch of his left eye. He doesn't dirty talk—he'll probably just stutter through it considering how he's never done shit like this before—so he settles for allowing you to hear the quiet gasps that escape his pink lips. He still bites it down though, furrowing his brows as he catches his bottom lip between his teeth.

When he finishes, his jaw clenches first before a low groan erupts from his throat. His body tenses before he drops down beside you. He's pretty sure that he came a little too fast for his liking, so after a few minutes of quiet contemplation, he reluctantly bites out a question, asking if you're satisfied, mentally preparing himself in case you wanted another round.

This was supposed to be a random passing thought.

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oliver noticing you sparing some glances at him in the grocery store and thinking you're another fan of his that's hesitating to ask for a picture, only for you to tap on his shoulder a moment later.

"excuse me, are you—"

"hi there," he greets curtly, flashing you a smile with a hand out. "yeah, i am. the one and only, would you like a picture?"

you blink and suddenly raise a brow in confusion, to which oliver retracts his hand slightly from your sudden indifference.

"uh, i'm okay, thanks..." you start with a hasty laugh, pointing to the pasta jars he's been standing in front of with contemplation. "i was just going to ask if i could grab a jar of alfredo... if possible."

oliver pales, but steps aside anyways to let you through. a quiet murmur of thanks slips your lips when you grab the jar, but he stops you before you can turn away and continue your shopping.

"wait, so you don't know who i am?" he asks, pointing to himself.

you smile stiffly, cocking your head at him with an ignorance his pride had filtered out.

"haha, no sorry," you chuckle, "am i supposed to?"

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OMG ONESHOT IDEA

jazz singer reader serenades kaiser with the song "can i call you rose," a guitar in hand, a blue rose tucked against her ear, standing below his balcony. He's in his robe, a glass of champagne in hand and unsure of what was happening when he gazes down to see you down on the empty street about to sing. He's confused, unsure, and a tad bit flustered, but all he could muster was a small glare plastered across his features offset by the apple red that dusts across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. YOOOOOO—

I'm so excited to write this bro. Kaiser is a pretty princess. Nunna that god given emperor shit bc he is a princess

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I'd make both ness and kaiser my bitches

[starxanemone]

Wish we'd stop purposely pitting women against each other especially in fanfics 🥀 and demonizing the other female character simply because she likes the male lead (especially if the male lead and the female lead aren't even together yet) 🥀 or writing other female characters just for the purpose of antagonizing them and being used as a plot device to bring the male and female lead together in the story (especially without writing their back stories/motivations/thought-process or not writing a justifiable one, bc i know that their lack of depth makes it easier to view them as villains) 🥀

Stop pitting women against each other!!!!

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Is the hxh fandom still alive ... pls be alive ... my 2020 hxh phase is coming back more alive than ever lmao

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FUCKKK I REGRET CUTTING MY BANGS!!!!! I LOOK EVEN MORE LIKE A CHILD 💀💀💀 I was hopping for sexy looking bangs, but instead, I LOOK LIKE FUCKING DORA AGHHHHH

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I just know alexis ness watches little witch academia

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♡ read it again, sae! ──

synopsis: in which sae itoshi gets invited to buzzfeed celeb to read thirst tweets, and instantly regrets saying yes. starring: sae itoshi

a/n: this was a last minute idea i did at 8 pm, lmfaoooo enjoy!

[intro – camera rolls]

sae sits stiffly in the chair. arms crossed. jaw clenched. like he’s bracing for impact.

“hi,” he says blandly. “i’m itoshi sae. and today i’ll be reading thirst tweets written by people who desperately need hobbies. or god.”

he pauses.

“i’m a professional athlete. this is what they’re making me do.”

[tweet 1]

he stares at the tweet. “that’s… disturbingly creative. but i do train lower body, yeah. thanks, i guess.”

[tweet 2]

“do you understand how long a champions league final is?! that’s 120 minutes. plus penalties.”

someone in the crew says, “stamina king 🤭”

he turns, eyes wide.

“don’t encourage them.”

then he starts quietly repeating the tweet under his breath. “‘all day all night… full intensity…’ oh my god. oh my god.”

he stands up. “i need water. i need air. i need to go back to madrid.”

he pauses on the way out.

“also there’s no way your stamina matches that energy. be for real.”

and then he skips to the next tweet.

[tweet 3]

he reads it. then just—

“…you’re begging. in a tweet.”

he leans forward, staring into the camera.

“do you understand how low your self-respect has to be for this sentence to exist.”

he sighs.

“also. i would give you a red card. on sight.”

[tweet 4]

he goes completely still.

“...you want me to run an analytical report on your ass.”

he squints. reading it again.

“are my cheeks pressing high enough???”

he slowly turns to look at the crew.

“i don’t even know how to respond to that. what do you want me to say. that i pause replays for a better view of glute activation??”

someone in the back loses it.

he drops the card on the table and leans back, absolutely defeated.

“you know what. sure. yes. if your movement lacks control, i will be the first to say it.”

he sighs. long and deep.

“…can’t believe i’m talking about ass form on camera.”

[tweet 5]

he doesn’t even read it out loud.

he just… holds it. looks at it. blinks. sets it down like it’s cursed parchment from an ancient ruin.

he pushes his chair back.

“…i’m scared.”

he looks down at the card again. reads it silently. slowly blinks.

“…this one takes the cake. this is it. this is the worst thing i’ve ever read in my life.”

he gestures vaguely at the air.

“and i’ve read… contracts.”

off-camera someone’s wheezing. he finally sets the card down like it’s a biohazard.

“i don’t even have a response. you win. congrats.”

he picks up his coat.

“i’m done. i’m not reacting to anything else. i’m retiring. delete the internet. burn this set down.”

he pauses at the door.

“i can’t keep doing this. i came here to promote my season, not read tweets written by possessed people with breeding kinks.”

and then he leaves.

[OUTRO – camera still rolling]

just as sae reaches the edge of the set, the producer calls out, “wait, sae—before you go…”

he stops. doesn’t look back.

“…what.”

the producer clears their throat, trying to sound casual. “so for the next video, we were thinking… maybe you react to those smut fanfics about you on tumblr?”

the room goes completely silent.

sae slowly turns around—painfully slow—like a horror movie villain who just got told the sequel is about him.

“…react to what.”

the producer shrugs. “y’know. ‘itoshi sae x reader,’ ‘nsfw minors dni 💕,’ ‘#smut’—”

he lifts a hand. they shut up immediately. he stares straight into the camera.

“…this channel needs jesus.”

then he walks off again, muttering, “i’m calling my lawyer. and my priest.”

cut to black.

[text on screen:]

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I love u alexis ness

♡ "ᴀʟᴇxɪs ɴᴇss ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs" ──

── .✦ wc 1.2k

alexis ness is a malewife. infact, he actually enjoys cooking and cleaning, to your great delight. on sunday mornings, you’d always wake up at around 10:00 to the sound of a hoover. and, again, you’d always ignore it, but that was until you’d suddenly be lifted off the bed. alexis would be carrying you off like a princess, just so he could change the bedsheets again.

he’d always cook you 5 course meals, something meant for resturants and not just for two people in an apartment. he once said “i made panna cotta, but it didn’t quite set right so I made three other variants. wanna taste test?”, while you were still in your pyjamas.

you’re not even sure if you’ve even eaten the same dinner twice, like ever.  

“oh my god, alexis, how much did this cost?” you cut duck à l'orange with a raise of the eyebrow. “where are you even getting this money? do you do drugs?” 

alexis is taken aback, he raises his eyebrows and laughs. “yesterday you asked me if the smell in the boot of my car was dead bodies, you’re always suspecting me of something terrible!” 

however, when you’d cook it would be a mess. it’s not like you were bad, it’s just that alexis would try and get you to cook the most difficult stuff. he’d honestly have so much hope in you as well, telling you that you were doing great when your meringues looked like a blob because you accidentally added egg yolk. 

“seriously, if we were to ever have kids, you’d be the pregnant one.”  

alexis, who was originally hugging you from behind, took a step back. “are you saying you’d impregnate me??” 

“yes.” 

alexis ness paints you, to try and remember moments that weren’t photographed. the first time you caught him doing so, you were seriously shocked. it was evening after a new year’s celebration, and he was peacefully painting away, something you’d never seen him do before. he’s talented – seriously talented. the way he draws you is so ethereal, he captures your features perfectly. 

“alexis… is that me?” 

he gets a little embarrassed to be caught in the act. “haa… yeah… i just thought you looked so georgeous smiling like this, im sorry, this is so creepy-” 

that’s when you throw your arms around him, hugging him from behind. 

“no, no alexis. this isn’t creepy at all. never say that again.” 

the painting was you smiling, your nose scrunching up, something he would always complement you on. you recognise it. it was the moment the fireworks went off, when you had grinned at him. 

“it’s beautiful.” you mutter. 

alexis ness does not understand jokes. when you’d try to tell him one, he’d simply stare at you with his big eyes, taking you completely seriously. if you told him aliens landed in the backyard, he’d leave with a tray of pastries in hand, saying “i hope they like almond.” 

for example, after complementing his shower gel: “how do you know what shower gel I use?” alexis asks, looking over at you as the two of you sat in bed. 

you laugh, as if he doesn’t leave it in the shower all the time. 

“it’s because i’ve installed cameras in the bathroom, alexis.” 

the man in question goes completely still, staring at you, shock on his face.  

“wait… really?” he says, lips agape. 

“yeah. i watch you all the time.” you say, expecting him to catch on. 

an hour later, you see him on the sink, trying to inspect the air vent to check for any cameras, actually about to fall off. 

“oh my goodness, honey, i was joking!” you say. that was a mistake. it startled alexis, making him loose his balance and fall of the sink, making the bathroom shelf fall down as well. both your toothbrushes fell into the toilet. your £100 perfume crashed onto the floor and split into a million pieces, he hit his head against the glass of the shower and got a minor concussion, rubbing his head and saying “oops, my bad…” 

safe to say, you were much more transparent with your jokes. 

alexis ness unironically watches kids shows, trying to convince you that they’re actually deep. 

“what could possibly be so interesting about toy story?” you mutter, rubbing his back as he cries after finishing it for the umpteenth time.  

“it’s so good! i used to watch it hoping my toys will come alive, i’ve kept them just in case…” he sniffs, wiping the tears away. it makes your heart melt. although you will never understand what could possibly make him so emotional, you will always try. so you kiss his cheek, hugging him tighter as you nod. 

“you know, with the amount of times you hope for it to happen, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re crawling onto our bed at night.” 

alexis suddenly stops, and giggles. “wait, no, don’t put that image in my head! that’s freaky.” 

alexis ness surprisingly isn’t scared when going on rides. you could be hanging upside 1,000 ft in the air and he’d just comment on how pretty the sky is. It’s the same with haunted houses. You went to one for Halloween, and he was admiring the decorations instead of running from the zombie in front of him. 

“the fake blood looks so real! i wonder how they did it – did they use chocolate and corn syrup with food colouring or just cornstarch?” he says, inspecting it and pointing, as if you weren’t shaking in your boots. 

“alexis, how exactly do you know this?” you muttered, but you don’t think he heard you. 

he’d even complement the actors, giving them tips. 

“the costume is amazing, it really looks like you’re missing a limb! and your scream has really nice resonance, do you do vocal lessons?” he told a goblin that was staring at him with confusion. “just one thing, i recommend going in the corner where the light doesn’t touch, so when people walk past you can really spook them.” 

you could only stare in disbelief as alexis started actually befriending the goblin. 

alexis ness would never admit he’s jealous. he’ll just go, “i trust you. why would i be jealous?” with a tight smile as he wipes down the already spotless kitchen counter for the third time in one hour. but then... he’d start casually (not so casually) bringing up the person you were talking to earlier: 

“that guy at the gym? he had really defined delts. do you like delts?”  “do you want me to do more arm workouts? should I become a bodybuilder?” 

if you keep talking about the other person… alexis starts outperforming them. 

did they mention they bake? suddenly alexis is baking three-tier mousse cakes with edible gold and saying, “Oh, it’s just something I whipped up. No big deal.” 

are they into movies? alexis is now speedrunning entire seasons, casually quoting characters at dinner while you stare at him like: 

“when did you even watch this??”  “last night. i didn’t sleep. do I have bags under my eyes? i wanted to be up to date.” 

alexis doesn’t pick fights.  he just stands next to you when the other person comes around, smiling politely, but radiating “i will destroy you with kindness” energy. 

the person will be like, “ness! nice to meet you.” 

and alexis is there with: 

“likewise. i’ve heard so much about you. i hope your hamstring injury is healing well—oh, was that supposed to be private? my bad.”   

🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮ ⁻ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᴼ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ, ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉ૧ˢ!