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Cumplane AU Sqh fell asleep on the bus on SY shoulder, causing Sy to miss his stop. SQH offered him to stay at his apt because it's snowing

inspired by a Destial fanfic Strangers on a Bus by Terene

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SY felt nervous and jumpy; it was his first time on a bus. He fought with his family over their overprotectiveness and ran onto the bus leaving the station. He had no clue where this bus goes, when, and how to get off?

The bus grew busier as the seats filled up within a couple of stops, leaving SY shoulder-to-shoulder with the guy next to him. The guy had messy brown wavy hair, a baggy hoodie, and sweatpants. Overall, he looked very comfy compared to the button-up SY was wearing. It made SY want to reach over and squish his cheeks together, which would be inappropriate to do to a stranger on a bus.

In the meantime, he searched the bus and its route to see if there was a stop near his apartment; his phone was blowing up with text messages and calls. There was a high chance that his whole family might already be waiting for him at his apartment. At least the bus did stop near his apartment in 10 more stops, but with the bus stopping at almost every stop, he should get comfortable.

He started planning and thinking of every response and question he needed to prepare for with his family. This was not the first time they fought about this topic, but it was the first time SY stormed off like this. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to calm himself down. 6 stops left to go, and SY did not want to go.

The loud bus could not even distract SY from his frantic planning, it wasn't until he felt an impact on his shoulder that he noticed that the cute guy next to him had fallen asleep.

"Hey," SY said while shaking him slightly. His attempts at escaping the situation were not working. He couldn't move because the bus was crowded, and the dude was dead to the world. SY had no choice but to sit there until the guy woke up.

5 stops. 4 stops. 3 stops. 2 stops. 1 stops. And 0

He watched as his apartment building slowly disappeared out of sight. In a way, he was relieved. There was an excuse to delay the inevitable talk with his parents. He tilted his head to look at the guy more clearly; now that he was close to the guy, he could see the freckles and eye bags this guy had. He reckoned that with proper self-care, this guy would get scouted by so many different companies.

"Orange Road Apartments." The guy's eyes snapped open, and he made eye contact with SY for a couple of moments before he realized that he was, in fact, resting his head on someone else's shoulder while staring at them.

"Oh my god..." The guy said as he threw his head off SY's shoulder at an uncomfortable speed, causing the guy to yelp in pain while holding his neck.

"I'm so sorry, uh, ah, I didn't- I didn't mean to do that." Now that the guy was awake, SY could tell that he was really tired with the way his eyes still slowly closed before opening again.

"It's fine," SY said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't cause any trouble for you, right?" Well, in trouble could be used to describe SY's current situation. He could just call a taxi back, but at this point, he felt rebellious, and a couple more hours out wouldn't hurt.

"I did miss my stop."

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry man, uh, this bus is the last bus on this route.." The guy informed him, and SY immediately checked the bus app he downloaded 20 minutes ago.

"Ah...I see"

"But there are other buses at the next stop, so you can transfer to a different bus that does run. I get off at the next stop, so I'll help you figure out the bus you need to go on. I'm so sorry." The bus stopped after the guy pressed the button next to the window. They walked off, thanking the bus driver.

SY didn't notice this, but it was sprinkling outside. Just tiny drops that he could barely feel through his jacket. Then like the world hated SY, it started pouring.

"Shit!" The guy cursed, pulling SY into the apartment building next to the bus stop.

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u/smashedcucumbers

My (26M) Roommate (28M) kissed me and I don't know what to do now.

So, for context, my roommate (28M) and I (26M) are both straight men. For privacy, I will call him RM, for roommate. Onto the background.

So, RM is an author — or, attempts to be one. He has a lot of potential but squanders it all on writing shitty porn for money. I have read, and still do read, his work. The skill is present, but he doesn't lean into it.

I am very rich. I don't understand what it's like to not have money or worry where my next meal will come from, and after a lot of introspection and discussion with him, I acknowledge this privilege. Monetarily, and familially, I am very lucky. This isn't to brag, or to say I have no struggles of my own (believe me, I do), but purely to add context.

I offered to pay his bills, etc., so he could write what he wanted but he refused most help because he didn't want to be "just some sugar baby" (???) — in the end, he only moved into my apartment and let me cover the rent.

We have been living together for 2.5 years now.

With the background out of the way, I'll get into why I actually made this post, now.

Last night, RM and I were having another argument over his writing. Since moving in, he has let me begun editing & beta reading his work. I have a formal degree in literature and editing, but don't do it for work. Needless to say, I know what I'm doing.

We argue a lot over his writing. Something about last night's fight was different, though. It was more tense than usual. Ever since the power went out last week — during which we had to share my bed for warmth — there has been a strange energy between us, and I guess it all bubbled over during this fight.

I don't even really remember the details. It was about a scene in which the tension between the protag of his novel and his latest love interest snapped and they fell into a passionate night. I expressed how unnatural it felt in context with the rest of the chapter, and how sudden, and that there needed to be more proper build-up. RM disagreed. I then pointed out the kissing itself and how unrealistic it was. We went back and forth like this a bit, egging each other on and arguing.

At one point, he said something along the lines of, "like you could do better," and I snapped back that maybe I could. He laughed and said he'd like to see my try and, without thinking — in the heat of the moment — said fine, go ahead. The silence was...deafening I tried to backpedal immediately when I realized what I said — again we are both straight men. I don't even know why my head went there, let alone why I said it.

After that, it gets fuzzy. All I remember is one second I was stumbling over my words trying to backpedal, the next we were on the couch and I was in his lap. I came back to my senses when he tried to take my shirt off and, as ashamed as I am to admit it, I've been hiding at my older brother's house since.

I don't want to go back home while my head is still such a mess, but I think my brother & his husband are starting to get sick of my intrusion.

Reddit, what do I do? He hasn't tried to contact me all day, or at all since I fled last night. I've never questioned my sexuality before, but now I don't know what to think. I'm straight, but...I didn't hate it?

I'm really at a loss.

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u/streetcat 6hrs

Ever since the power went out last week — during which we had to share my bed for warmth — there has been a strange energy between us

bro...you cannot be serious.

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u/helpful-idiot 6hrs 🎂

Plain and simple, you need to talk to him. This isn't something that will just go away if you hide long enough. This needs real communication.

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u/endoftheline 6 hrs

we are both straight men

Are you sure about that? Genuinely. Has he ever told you he's straight? Brought home girls? Anything concrete?

he hasn't tried to contact me

It's likely he's just as panicked as you are, OP. You seem like close friends and, sexuality aside, this complicates that friendship.

what do I do?

1. Breathe.

2. Thank your brother and BIL for their hospitality.

3. Go home and talk to your friend.

Regardless of the outcome, you both deserve an honest conversation with all your cards on the table. Especially if he's having an identity crisis of his own. Have some faith in your friendship and work through this together.

edit: spelling

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u/smashedcucumbers OP • 5hrs

Thank you.

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u/smashedcucumbers OP • 4hrs

I'm going to talk to him. I might update properly later. Thank you all for the responses.

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A Star Wars time travel full of misunderstandings starring Obi-Wan and his "harem" of clones

A Star Wars time travel fic in which Obi-Wan and a group of clones (including Cody of course!) land in the past. Decades in the past.

Ignoring all the nitty gritty details, Obi-Wan and the clones decide to keep silent on the whole time traveling aspect. So, how to explain the clones?

What ends up being the story - a combination of Obi-Wan's creative storytelling and the Mandalorians misunderstanding coupled with observations leading to the wrong conclusions - is this:

Obi-Wan had a Mandalorian lover. Obi-Wan is basically useless by himself, not remembering to take care of himself due to all sorts of past trauma and lack of self worth. Obi-Wan also loves kids.

His lover - some person of the Fett clan (which has split into multiple factions so no Fett can actually confirm or deny things) judging by the clones' appearances - decided to create clones of himself to raise as kids/backups in case he perished so that Obi-Wan would never be left alone. Plus Obi-Wan is at high risk of killed being a Jedi married to a Mandalorian, so he's excluded from being welcomed by either groups. The lover also refused to acknowledge the clones as his children. The clones have rapid-aging chips in them to make them adults.

Conclusion: the lover actually meant for the clones to be his replacement (but Obi-Wan is in denial of that particular fact). This is also the time of the Mandalorian Civil War and Clan Wars so the risk of death is pretty high and unfortunately the lover's fears of perishing... came true.

Obi-Wan now has a harem of clones serving at his beck and call. The leader of Obi-Wan's harem is called Cody, but they all pretend to be a small military group because Obi-Wan is still grieving for his fallen lover. (Obi-Wan is actually grieving for all the friends that no longer exist).

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Obi-Wan: …why are people out there saying that I was future!Jango’s lover

Cody: Sip your tea Sir. You must have misheard before your morning cup of tea.

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People misunderstand Obi-Wan to be from some rich, elite perhaps runaway Prince type of background.

Trained force sensitive people are rich people who can afford (and have the influence to be able) to hire Jedi/force sensitive trainers. They also have more reasons to be against giving up their children to the Jedi Temple such as arranged marriages and heirship.

Obi-Wan is also used to some luxuries that only rich people (or Jedi’s) are used to. Plus his mannerism and expansive knowledge points to being a highly educated elite. Being an elite would also explain a lot of gaps of knowledge he has about the present since only elites can ignore important and groundbreaking events like famines (aka the era Obi-Wan has time traveled to.)

Meanwhile Obi’s lover must be of a lower status than Obi-Wan for his clones to automatically defer and serve Obi-Wan like it's normal. (Normal people don't think of doing something so insane as creating clones of themselves in what is basically slavery otherwise.) Plus no one knows who he is or called him out for having a (almost) Jedi for a lover so evidently he is more of a common Mando background.

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Insert scene of Obi-Wan prancing around in 7 layers of silk and a few clones chasing him, trying to add more layers (and amour) onto Obi-Wan.

The casual Mandalorian on the side of the road stop to stare at the gorgeous sight. With Obi-Wan not in amour and in flowing silk, he looks more like he belonged in a bedroom getting ready for bed than being out in public.

It's indecent, they think. No wonder he was able to seduce a Mando and overcome the whole *waves hands* Mando dislike for Jedi thanks to his looks.