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lovecolibri · 1 year

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The thing about the Big Q Word is that I get ~not giving future plot lines away~ and all that but I do think that when the powers behind a show or movie series become aware of a significant following for a ship that is either not-straight or interracial (or both), if they already know they’re not going to go there they have a moral responsibility to say that. In plain terms. If they’re worried about losing audience, well they can’t have it both ways. If it’s a big enough chunk to worry about, perhaps they should reconsider their plan. And if it’s not, just nip it in the bud and let people down easy. People can get very emotionally invested in media. In fact, that’s often what they want from us. And certain ships just are more sensitive than others! If, early on, the showrunners are made aware of a growing audience for X ship, and they just say “oh now that you point it out I can see what you’re seeing, but it wasn’t our intention and we won’t be pursuing it.” That would A: validate that part of the audience and not accuse them of making things up, and B: allow people to make an informed choice. I think probably most would keep watching. If they like the product and are treated with a bit of respect why not? Sure, there will always be an element who will keep believing in canon no matter how plainly you say it’s not happening (…look at what we’re seeing in the face of all evidence now. Though letting go of years of heavy shipping is harder than letting go of one season or so). But I think that could be reduced by early intervention of “hey, cool ship but just so you know it will be remaining in drydock.”

This is well said! I think part of the issue is, terminology takes awhile to catch up and that is a word that people have right now so they use it even though things don't always meet the textbook definition, because they don’t really HAVE another word to use for what a show is doing. 911 may steer clear of using Buddie in their promo material or teasing it on their social media (though they DO tend to drop scenes or pics of one or both of the guys whenever something comes out that had people talking negatively especially this season soooo), which worked to keep away the accusations on technicality, but they still used Buddie within the show itself to generate the buzz online and keep the show talked about while turning around and telling everyone fans were seeing things and that's fine but it's not what they intended to come across. 5 seasons in it's unintentional and they had no idea people would see it that way?! I call bullshit.

It's disingenuous to say people are seeing things when you’re making very specific and repeated parallels to other canon couples, and talking about how costumes ARE important and something that gets discussed, and the directors ARE watching to make sure certain facial expressions are in focus. OR how about something like telling people to pay attention to the couch, and that the couch is important, then putting Buck and Chris on the couch in shot-for-shot parallels, after Buck can’t sleep on the couch his mom gave him, and turning around and saying “oh no not THOSE couch scenes, that was "unintentional", you didn't need to pay attention to them, they never meant anything and we never said they did and you really just did this to yourself."

Like, YES they are not using Budding THEMSELVES as a marketing tool because they don't want people to call them out and right now they can say "but, but, WE didn't do it!", but it's almost more insidious how they put stuff in they absolutely cannot be unaware of how it will come across this many years in, and let the online fandom do the marketing FOR them and create all the buzz and keep their show popular, only to, when someone pushes them about it, throw those same fans under the bus with an "oh well everyone can see what they want! We certainly didn't intend that they would see THIS *insert incredibly romantically coded thing here* as anything but we won't tell them they're wrong."

@suavecitoeddie mentioned a great term today, "ship bait" which I think fits because it's not JUST about representation, as in the case of 911 there are other mlm/wlw relationships depicted AND lovingly crafted in the show. But that doesn't mean that the show ISN'T pulling some shady shit with Buddie. Hen and Karen were already established at the start but Bathena and Madney were established in season 2 and Michael met David in season 3. Aside from Athena, Michael and Chim in season 1, none of them have dated anyone else (we have seen past relationships but not active dating) and the show has given wonderful stories of growth for these couples and having each other's backs across several seasons. And Buck and Eddie have the same kind of story the only difference is, it gets told around the show throwing woman after woman after woman at them. We KNOW this show can tell well-crafted love stories, we SEE the parallels they CHOOSE to make with Buddie and the other couples. And while the GA may not be analyzing everything, it's also not fair to offhandedly label ALL of them as blind or dumb enough to NOT pick up on some of that stuff as well. We all saw the comments after Buck fell asleep on the couch, or after the cemetery scene of people saying "I thought you all were making stuff up but I'm rethinking everything now!" We have all seen the comments of people starting the show thinking fandom was blowing Buddie out of proportion (I certainly thought so and that was around season 3) only to watch and go "how did Tumbler of all places actually UNDERSELL how much these two are in love?"

We know TPTB are keeping an eye on social media because they know enough to avoid the common "traps" of baiting so people can't accuse them of it. Which means they can't say they don't know how things are going to come across. Yes, Ryan may have shocked everyone with that performance in 6x10, but he's running up the ladder in a wide shot when we hear him screaming for Buck. We don't see his face, they easily could have cut some of his reactions or the audio there or cut the scene differently and still had it be a very moving and emotional scene that showed Eddie going after his friend. We still would have seen it through a Buddie lens, but for KR to come out and act like she had no say in how that final product we saw came out, regardless of what Ryan did on the day? I don't buy it. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

And YES at this point they're in a "damned if you do, damned if you don't" situation no matter what they say but part of that is because they have kept up the "it's open for any interpretation" thing so long while making these blatant parallels, AND, the big thing for me personally, while making Buck and Eddie at every turn be the exact puzzle piece the other is missing! Not every fandom ship is something that makes sense for canon or is even something the shippers WANT for canon, it's just fun and that's okay! But 911 specifically has build Buck and Eddie as the perfect partners in every sense of the word for each other. On top of that, they have also given them just....some of the WORST people for them where we can SEE, blatantly, how incompatible they are, and then shown Buck or Eddie perfectly doing what the gf did not. You just...you cannot tell me it's not intentional, I won't believe you.

Also, on top of everything else it's just....SO cowardly to be so concerned with appealing to everyone all at once that you refuse to pick a side and commit to a story JUST so everyone can "see it how they want", until, when push comes to shove and the show is ending, suddenly you HAVE picked a side and then suddenly all those fans are just angry for no reason because of something some other show did to them because you were NEVER doing anything to lead them on. You checked the textbook definition and followed it to a T, so no one can be upset. 🙄🙄🙄

ANYWAY. It's okay to feel "ship baited" because it's pretty clear the show was trying to have things both ways until the show was supposed to end, and only at that point did they show their hand. It's also okay to call them out on it and to let ABC know what we want. Will it do anything? Maybe not! Who knows! But they won't be able to say they didn't see or hear the backlash, and the show is made for the fans! Yes a lot of people may casually watch, but ad revenue tied to demo isn't as important as it used to be, and online fandom is what keeps shows alive. So make noise! If nothing else, you'll probably feel a little better! (And ABC was already going to be facing an uphill battle to keep viewers with an already lackluster season with dropping viewers, a network switch after so many seasons, and now the strike pushing things back. I honestly don't think they can afford to entirely discredit the current buzz around the finale. Which is NOT just tied to Buddie as a ship but the character's individual journeys, and the disjointed writing for everyone and the pacing issues especially with the big emergency. We may not get everything or at least not all at once, but the more they know about what fans want, the more likely we are to see some changes to get us closer to those early season vibes.)

#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #911 spoilers #buddie

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faces-ofvenus · 1 year

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Hi sweetheart I'm here as I said, I've been thinking about headcanons all night based on what you said. I have two things in mind so we can start with the soft one. I would like you to base of a girl older than him, perhaps a little younger than his own mother with whom Jace feels he has totally lost his mind. Thank you very much!

— 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧: 𝐚𝐛𝐜𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐠𝐡

A - affection | how do they show affection

The way Jacaerys shows how much he likes you, or cherishes you, will always be mostly for quality time, he just wants to be with you, or be near you, look at you as if you were simply the most magnificent and divine being, without any outside interference.

The fact that he prefers a thousand times to be near you when he is free from his duties than to do anything, whenever someone is looking for you they just look for you, because they know that Jacaerys takes advantage of every moment to be able to be near you.

But one thing I would see different maybe with your s/o would be the fact that he is more open to physical touches, and more affectionate, than if you were a younger person, this especially if you want to touch him back, it may not even seem like it but he listens and hears the whispers and gossip around him very well, he just learned to live with it.

To think that people think he is with you just for a political/economic deal disgusts him, the fact that you are older than him has never helped either, not that he would care, nothing intimidates him, nothing, especially the people the other lords and ladies teasing him, this only makes him kiss you for longer periods, and longer, obviously nothing that is too promiscuous he respects and still wants to honor you.

B - balance | how do they balance you, work/school/life?

It's so hard, he's almost going crazy sometimes, because all he would like to do is be in bed with you, sleeping, having a cuddle session, or just relaxing, everything, but as his mother always or almost always makes a point of reminding him, he would be your heir, and should be prepared for it, Jace has always had so much of this stigma about him, it would be so hard to get out of it.

I see that sometimes he ends up not only neglecting himself, but you as well, like the days you barely saw each other and exchanged words, sometimes it was the endless classes that took up his time, sometimes it was his dragon training, sometimes it was some private didactic with his mother or uncle.

Just when he thinks he can be alone with you, there sincerely appears some extravagant and pompous event that he would have to attend.

And not only that, you being a widow and having taken control of your husband's house wouldn't be easy either, you know how much the jealous wolves want your position, and you know how easy it would be for them to take it away from you, so you work twice as hard, and sometimes verge on exhaustion, even if your last and first thought, when sleeping and waking up are those of Jacaerys, your handsome and jovial prince.

When honestly the scales were already full and you guys just exploded, Jace would drop all obligations, fuck sincerely he thought, he hadn't felt his lips in a week, it was killing him, and you could say the same.

So if I were to give a rating of how balanced you two are, I think I would give it a 6 out of 10.

C — cuddles | do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?

I already say that in public you and Jacaerys are as reserved as possible, yes you have some caressing exchanges, mostly with your hands, and some dropped kisses when you can't hold your affection any longer, but you both wouldn't like to give that taste to the people around you.

But in private, yes oh man, you guys can't get away from each other, I think the best place you would love to cuddle obviously would be either in your bed or in his bed, that's obviously if you're both not married yet and it's a total secret, but if you are your bed has seen so many things, I think Jace loves it when you're on top of him, he's sitting at the head of the bed, you're on his lap, just cuddling and kissing, you laugh because Jacaerys makes you feel like a little girl in pre-puberty, who is just having make-out sessions with the boy she liked.

And honestly you love that feeling, how he makes you feel invigorated, when he kisses not only your lips, but your hands, your cheek, forehead, nose to the back of your ear, when you do the same act with him, and you're just enjoying that moment alone, that's for sure the best part of your days.

Jacaerys loves it when you go out and he is just lying on your lap while you are messily mussing up your hair, and Vermax is behind you, cuddling up too, maybe those days are the best of his life, his heart in those moments just thinks that this is why he fell head over heels in love with you, and that the choice to marry you, or to be with you, could never be the wrong one.

D - date | what was your first date?

You were honestly quite apprehensive about going on a date with Jacaerys, not just because of the talk, or your own insecurities, but just because, you had seen him as a child, a nephew, for so long, even though you had feelings for him, it still felt strange to you, the possibility of going out on a date with him.

Especially being seen publicly, all of this frightened you too much, and Jace quickly realized it, that he in no way wanted to make you uncomfortable, and for a moment thought you were denying him or wanting to cancel, which you vehemently denied and just admitted you were unsure if it was right.

Your first date was in his room, yes it was strange and everyone would think that something was going on within the walls, but honestly it was absolutely nothing of the sort, Jace simply made his room into a restaurant, it was so surprising that it didn't have a bed, you would surely call it some kind of dining room or something, the servants just showed up to drop off dinner and so on.

You were free of the ties, uncle and niece or any insecurity that clouded your minds, you were just two young men getting to know each other, no labels, no ties, you allowed yourself to laugh and joke with Jace, and some of his teasing jokes, while he will a new side of you (somewhat sarcastic and bold) you also allowed him to show his flirtatiousness, and you saw no longer the boy you thought he was, but a man.

E - excited | how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?

Describing how excited Jacaerys gets when he sees you is simply impossible, this is due to the fact of the anxiety he feels, before they even established a relationship, he could not show that he was in love, even failing miserably in this sense, and as you yourself did not live in Dragonstone, and only visited a few times a week he spent the rest of the days waiting for your arrival, and you came at the moments he least expected, to make his anxiety worse.

From this he always wanted to be ready for your visits, yes the maids were shocked at how you he was always highly cleaned, he prized for care to impress you, and always wanted to have something new to show you and impress you, when his eyes directly hit your eyes, they seem to glow, his heart beats so fast, and his hands even get a little sweaty, he gets almost all silly when talking to you, you find it so sweet, it draws sighs from you, how attentive he is to you.

You feel almost the same, it's strange, and you hate it, you hate it all, you don't want to feel anxious to see your nephew, your friend's son, you don't want to feel warm when his brown eyes look at you like that, you just don't want to but sometimes it can't be impossible.

F - fighting | what happens when you fight

Okay, both you and he are extremely pacifist people, you try very hard to talk to solve your problems, even if sometimes you provoke each other to the point of causing small discussions, between you, but as I said, they are silly provocations that lead to equally silly discussions.

But when it's a serious discussion that really wears both you and him down, things aren't so nice, I can't say that between you there's shouting and crying, you're just cruel, saying things that you know can hurt each other, as a way to get somewhere that neither of you know.

You have already cited the fact that he is a bastard, and he is a bastard due to the fact that you are already at an "advanced" age and have no children, and it was painful to say the least, to have such an awkward and awkward silence between you after that, you just want to apologize, and go back on your words.

Your fights usually happened when one of you was EXTREMELY exhausted, when your responsibilities, sleepless nights, and days without seeing each other, charged the bill in the end, you then became two totally different people than you really are, Rhaenyra always warned you of your easy irritability when mentally exhausted, and already warned her own son with the same speech.

But your stubbornness and obvious pride often ended up blinding you, making you get into these kinds of fights and more serious discussions, sometimes for totally idiotic reasons, but that end up becoming big things.

G - gorgeous | pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?

As he likes to be called first of all, Jace is crazy when you use the suffix "my" so hot from your lips, he loves the possession over him that you hold, my prince, my love, and specially my king, you calling him king, that's something quite personal, knowing the problems you'd have if you were heard calling him king, but he doesn't stop being so elated when you're in your rooms, and you just whisper in his ear in a way that's for sure to tease him, ah you love to tease Jace.

He's not a shy man, but he can't stop himself from blushing, when you look at him seductively and call him by that nomenclature, he feels so trapped, like he can do anything you ask.

Sometimes to get a little joke out of him, mostly for fun, you call him, "little Velaryon," or "Velaryon child," he hates it a little, he admits, and sometimes it reminds him of his tender age, the age comparisons between you, and he doesn't want to feel like he can't have a woman like you, or that you deserved someone older and more "mature," but nothing that a kiss on the lips, and arms wrapped around your neck pulling you closer can't fix, and you add your weak point, "My sweet Velaryon child".

Nicknames like Jace are also used quite often, not so much as my prince for example, or my love, it's just that you think it's more intimate, and easier to use in public, without either of you ending up embarrassing or offending anyone and he likes it, in fact everything that comes out of your beautiful lips he loves just for being yours.

Jacaerys is also a man of many nicknames, usually he likes to call you also with the suffix mine, not only he sees that it is yours, but he likes to remind you that you are also his, he calls you my princess, you denied it saying that you are not a princess, and he like, you will marry me, so yes you are a princess, AH my princess, my love especially when you are in romantic moments, Jace has a lot of creativity with nicknames, and he is always changing them, he just has many ways to describe you in the sweetest ways possible.

The day you touched Vermax, he called you sweet dragon tamer, and you were looking all scared shitless, how can you find a cute nickname for that, and he just laughs and kisses your forehead, while encouraging you to touch the dragon even more.

He calls you my queen, and you just look at him so skeptical, we can't blame you, anyone would fall in love with that, and you might as well be jumping up and down with pure happiness, and living a cheesy romance, but just, you're realistic, just an engagement between you is something, almost, almost impossible, now you being his queen, it's just so far away, you never thought.

But the way he speaks with such conviction, when he looks at you with adoration and talks about how beautiful and beloved queen you will be, and will not only stay in the role, but will command and rule by your side, that is so, you never imagined it just makes you sure, that he is for sure the man of dreams, and you are so lucky, and are sure to enjoy that feeling.

H - hi | first time meeting

You obviously met because you were a long time friend of Princess Rhaenyra, even though you were about 5 or 4 years younger than her, in adulthood you eventually met again, and really created a bond of friendship, just as you were also friends with Lady Alicent.

The visits to King's Landing and Dragonstone were even very frequent, sometimes you were the moral compass of both, especially of the ambitious Alicent, but anyway, you were present at the birth of Jacaerys Velaryon, your first "legitimate" son with Lord Laenor Velaryon, honestly you didn't feel anything for the child, it would even be strange, being more busy with your own troubled personal life.

Even knowing the possible illegitimacy of your considered "nephews" and the possible crossroads your friend was getting into, always supporting her you always helped the three boys, especially Jace and Luke, giving many lessons on content entertainment, you were considered one of the smartest minds in Westeros, even being a little "young" and inconsequential.

Jacaerys quickly came to see you yes still as his aunt, but honestly from the age of 13 or 14 he could already eagerly feel the butterflies in his stomach whenever he looked at you, whenever you scolded him or taught him were his best moments of the day, you were so beautiful to him, maybe the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and also one of the most different (he would be a young Rhaenyra, and you would be a mold of Daemon).

I hope it turned out minimally good and coherent, gee I told you I was going to share it, I was so looking forward to it.

#hotd #hotd x reader #reader #reader insert #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #jacaerys targaryen x reader #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys headcanon #hotd jacaerys #headcanons #hotd headcanon

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sunnysideaeggs · 10 months

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Do you have an Aegon headcanon to share?

Omg I have many! Probably some of them I have read here and can’t remember who posted them (credits to them ofc) but here’s some:

Aegon is a great singer, ofc (both TGC and Ty are musicians, and Tom has an especially sweet voice). He probably sings to Sunfyre, to confort his children, and when he’s alone.

TGC’s band, Sleepwalking animals, has a song called Wild folk and I think is very much Aegon coded! He sings about being lost and seeking pleasure, then wanting to run away with a lover. It’s very in line with Egg having a smallfolk!lover and I’m here for it.

He’s bi. In my mind all of Alicent’s children are bi, but only he knows it for now, because he’s the only one open about it (Hel is ace and biromantic, Aemond is too closed up and Daeron is too young yet) but they’ll get there.

His favorite child is Jaehaera. He loves all his children, in his flawled way, but he likes her the most. She’s just like Helaena. He’s a girl dad honestly. It adds an additional layer of pain when she winds up being his last child.

Speaking of Hel, I think that he loves her in a brotherly way. He probably thinks he had to marry her to protect her (they can’t afford to send her away from them with a lord in a strange land) and they have the most sibling-like relationship in Targ marriage history.

When Helaena gave birth to the twins (a writing crime tbh, she was 13-14), he stood terrified outside the room and threatened the maesters to not hurt her and take care of her. He left her to recover for a while (that’s why there’s 4 years between the twins and Maelor).

I love TGC’s idea of Aegon having a lover in KL. Man has his own oc and fanfiction and I trust him about Egg matters more than Condal and Hess tbh.

Songs that remind me of him are Colors by Halsey, Mama by My chemical romance, Can you feel my heart by BMTH and Heroin by Lana del Rey. Yes he’s an emo.

He calls Criston ‘dad’ bc he’s his dad ofc. If he’s ever on trouble, he either calls him or Aemond.

I have said this before, but he’s really charismatic! He makes easy friends but can’t really ‘connect’ with them. I would’ve loved to see the greens as really politically savvy (for their own different abilities) and him being a Bobby B like king makes sense to me.

In a modern world, he would study communication (I’m projecting here bc I study comm but hear me out) @daddyissuesinwesteros has said he would be a successful tiktoker, and he would! But I think his family would pressure him into getting a *real* job and degree. He already changed his major once (Business to Admin, then dropped) and he’s 22, so he gets into communication. He has average grades at best, but he likes some subjects and makes some useful friends, he tries okay 😵‍💫

Modern au again, he’s the type of guy that dedicates Playboi Carti songs and believes it’s the most romantic thing ever. Idk, I got Fell in luv dedicated once and it’s something he would do(? mid.

He, from the first to the last day of his reign, valued Alicent’s advice and actively asked for it. This is partially why she had so much influence in the Dance, and why she wholeheartedly believed she could prevent war by counseling him. He also asks Helaena about many matters, not only government.

He’s an aqua sun (like Tom 🥳), taurus or capricorn moon, pisces rising.

If Targs believed in reincarnation, he is Rhaenys Targaryen (the first one) reborn. He’s pretty, he likes to party and he flies in Sunfyre a lot. I also think that Aemond (at least show wise) is Vaegon’s reincarnation.

I think he’s pretty wise, at least when it comes to what the IT really means just as GRRM intended. He sees the throne as a duty, not as a right, and knows he doesn’t have the necessary skills to rule. I think is refreshing for a character to acknowledge what a poison the IT really means and how it corrupts (or is corrupted by) those who desire it.

He really was paranoid about cutting himself on the throne, so he wore armor and never was really ‘comfortable’ while sitting on it. I have a few more hcs about the throne and how it’s *alive* regarding Vizzy, Egg and Rhae, so maybe I’ll make a separate post about it.

Can’t talk about Egg without talking about Sunfyre, so I will add: Sun and him definitely had the most amazing dragon-rider bond in all of history. I think that translates in both Sunfyre being more ‘human’ than most dragons, having above average intelligence (hiding, fighting and winning while wounded require more than brawn) and Aegon surviving in mere willpower, because he was getting Sun’s energy in a way. When he died, I think that willpower left him and yk.

Speaking of yk, he planned it. No Larys, no Corlys (and for the love of the seven it wasn’t Alicent!). I think life just cornered him too much and it became unbearable.

I really like his figure as the first non 100% Valyrian king (the ones before him had only Targ/Velaryon blood) and being the first that gave a damn about long term planning. He, intentionally or unintentionally drafted the rules of succession for the IT (in my mind they’re called Egg’s rules, just like Rhaenys’ rule of six), which is more than the previous kings did, ensuring a crystal clear (but unfair and sexist) inheritance that worked fine for a couple centuries.

I think I made this too long, hope they make sense and aren’t too random/hyperspecific 😵‍💫 I also subscribe to some hcs other blogs have, but tried to write about things that haven’t been explored yet!

#hotd #aegon ii targaryen #sunny answers ☀️🍳#sunny cooks 🍳🍷

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okwritingandpain · 6 months

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Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 20

Today was the day. She was going home...forever. She felt like crying. The others were as happy as ever, but they all shared the same mind set. Would they ever see each other again? The band planned to continue their careers in the way they had planned...just without her.

"We'll get to see you again, right?" George asked, tuning his guitar. She nodded, feeling a sense of loneliness and heartbreak. She truly loved them all and leaving them was proving to be a challenge. They had serenaded her in gifts which she had no idea how those were going to travel with her.

"We will...I've got a feeling." Paul smirked at her. John and Ringo were racing around her apartment. Ringo was a slippery devil as his height gave him an advantage. He escaped into the bathroom and locked the door as John banged on the door. Y/N snickered as a knock came on the door. She turned around and opened it to see--

"Scott? Shirley?" She was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the two. Scott held a large smile on his face as Shirley rolled her eyes.

"I know that you took a break from the job and I heard you were moving, so I thought I would see you off." He said, walking into the apartment. The entire band stopped messing about and glared at Scott. It seemed their distaste for him was still present.

"Hello, Scott." John hissed, leaving the door for Ringo to pop his head out of the bathroom. Y/N knew that John especially didn't like Scott. He would always say how strange Scott was and that Y/N should quit and join the band.

"I can't stay too long--"

"Good." The band said in unison. Y/N and Shirley both wanted to laugh, but thought otherwise.

"As I was saying...I can't stay too long, but I wanted to say goodbye." He gave Y/N a hug and Shirley nodded to her. She was flustered by his action, but the rest of the band just surrounded her defensively.

"Goodbye, Scott." John waved him away, but Y/N hit John's hand in response.

"We have to travel, so do you have any water or--"

"Nope!" George responded, "Just fags and sorbet." Y/N glared at George.

"We don't have either of those!" She replied, but the band covered her mouth. Scott and Shirley looked confused. "Just come in." Y/N walked to the kitchen to grab a glass. The band groaned as they moved their instruments for them to sit down. Y/N smiled as she poured the water. The band were trying to make conversation with the two lovers.

"It's spelled, B-E-A-T-L-E-S." Ringo explained. John was staring Scott down like a cat to a mouse. Paul on the other hand was trying to aid Ringo in explaining the band's name. George snuck into the kitchen to talk to her.

"This is agonizing! Can we please leave or kick them out!" George pleaded, but Y/N shook her head.

"Be nice, Georgie. They are our guests....actually you all are my guests, but..." She shrugged, bringing the waters to the couple. They accepted them gratefully.

"Thank you my dear, you are so kind." Scott smiled, taking a sip. Y/N sat next to John and patted him on the shoulder.

"Lighten up." She whispered, making John look at her with surprise.

"It's not exactly easy." He muttered. She chuckled quietly as Paul argued with Scott about the best Elvis album. George came back from the kitchen with water for the rest of the group before he crawled back behind where John adn Y/N were sitting. He stayed hidden as best he could.

"It seems only yesterday that we met, Y/N. I'm sure these four feel the same way." Scott remarked. She blushed. The band gave mixed reactions and Paul spit out his drink at the mention of yesterday. Everyone stared at him.

"I thought I was choking." He lied, setting the glass down. The band gave a nervous smile.

"Were you practicing here?" Scott pointed to George's guitar.

"Well, you could call it practicing--" John was cut off by Y/N.

"Yes, they were. Would you like to hear them play?"

"Y/N!" The band shouted as she laughed. Scott and SHirley looked at them expectantly.

"Fine..." John grunted, standing up to grab his guitar. "What are we playing boys?"

"I wrote a song about an octopus!" Ringo shouted.

"Anybody else!?" John ignored Ringo.

"Let's play Girl!" Paul suggested and everyone nodded, but Ringo looked a bit disappointed.

"Wait, we're not playing it here, right. You were practicing quietly we don't--"

"Oh, stop, Y/N. You're not staying here for long! You'll be alright!" John smirked. Everyone nodded to each other. Scott shifted forward in his seat.

"Is there anybody going to listen to my story?" John began to sing as the band played. Y/N watched Scott. "All about the girl who came to stay?" His eyes flicked to Shirley. "She's the kind of girl. You want so much, it makes you sorry. Still you don't regret a single day. Ah, girl, girl." John looked at Y/N as he sang. Scott seemed to notice this as he turned to Y/N, curiously.

"When I think of all the times, I tried so hard to leave her. She will turn to me and start to cry. And she promises the earth to me. And I believe her. After all this time I don't know why. Ah, girl, girl." Y/N joined the band and Shirley looked at her in awe. John smiled.

"She's the kind of girl who puts you down. When friends are there. You feel a fool. When you say she's looking good. She acts as if it's understood. She's cool, ooh, ooh, ooh. Girl, girl, girl." The rest of the band dang John's part with them. "Was she told when she was young. That pain would lead to pleasure?. Did she understand it when they said. That a man must break his back. To earn his day of leisure? Will she still believe it when he's dead?. Ah, girl, girl, girl. Ah, girl, girl." They finished the song and the couple applauded them.

"Riveting." Shirley spoke for the first time since she'd been here. "It's a shame that you five won't be singing together again." Y/N hadn't thought of that. It seemed the rest of the band hadn't thought of that either.

"I guess so." George whispered. Paul patted him on the back.

"We'll sing together...in spirit." Paul said, giving him a hug. They laughed as John and Ringo joined them. They turned to Y/N who blushed as she joined the hug. Scott came over too.

"Not you, Scott!" They snapped and he walked backwards. Basking in the hug for just a little longer, they gave each other playful punches.

"I'm really going to miss you guys." She whispered. They laughed as Scott and Shirley sat there awkwardly.

"We're going to miss you too." Paul said.

"Always." Ringo added.

"All the time." George continued.

"Everywhere we go." John finished, breaking the hug.

"I guess we should head out." Scott said. Y/N nodded as the stolled over to the door. The band smiled at his words and Shirley gave Y/N hug. "See you someday." Scott waved goodbye as they closed the door behind them.

"No more Scott!" The band cheered, flopping onto the couch. Y/N let out a giggle.

"Alright, guys. I think it's time to get back to work." She said.

"What!? We just had to deal with Scott for like an hour!" John snapped. Y/N glared at him.

"You mean twenty minutes." She smirked. John rolled his eyes.

"Twenty minutes too many." He mumbled to himself. Y/N moved her stuff to a corner of the room. She had a small box of stuff she was taking with her (if she could) back to the future. The rest was going with the boys unless no one wanted something and that thing would be thrown out. George had taken most of her kitchen supplies, Ringo took her albums, Paul took the piano, and John took almost everything else from books to a random pencil. It was heartwarming to know they cared so much about her. She hoped to see them again in the future. It would be maybe a couple months at the most, but for them it would be decades.

"Is that it?" She asked Ringo who was setting the last of Y/N's now John's books near the door. They all looked around and nodded. Her heart sank. She didn't want it to end. They didn't want it either.

"Are you ready?" George asked, rubbing his arm.

"Honestly, no." She sighed. They all exchanged a glance.

"Would you want to stay one more night?" He asked. Y/N smiled.

"Just one more?"

"Just one more." She ran over and hugged each of them. One more night and she would be gone, but now she got to be around them for a little longer. Just a little longer.

"Can we read your story?" Paul asked. The others bounced up and down with excitement.

"I think that can be arranged." She smirked as she pulled out her manuscript.

#paul mccartney #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison #george harrison x reader #john lennon #john lennon x reader #ringo starkey #ringo starkey x reader #ringo starr #ringo starr x reader #the beatles #beatles fic #fanfic #beatles fanfiction #beatles fandom #time travel #cross posted on ao3 #wattpad

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homeahoy · 1 year

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The Thing With the French

Chapter 5 - Irish Whiskey

Warnings: Pure Filth Under 18's do not engage.

Paddy baulked at Augustin’s statement. As much as the Irishman could handle himself he knew that he would not win against Augustin if they were to fight. Paddy may have a few good pounds on the other man but he didn’t have the speed or brutal strength that Augustin possessed due to his affliction. The thought of Augustin tasting him or in Paddy’s mind drinking from him both terrified him and turned him on. The attraction had been there since they had first met even if he had treated the brunette with utter disdain most of the time. Paddy had a thing for lean, tall, dark haired men with kind eyes. Paddy wasn’t someone who was necessarily out as gay but pretty much everyone in the regiment knew he was even if they never spoke about it, they just brushed over the fact and let him be. He also wasn’t going to let an opportunity to be close to Augustin go either.

Augustin stood there watching the other man, who was clearly shaken, turn his statement over and over in his head. Maybe he should have been clearer, used different words to express his desire, his need , his yearning to be with another person. Augustin wanted to feel the heat of Paddy’s body, to have him panting in a complete mess under him. He wanted to taste the salt on his skin and anything else he had to offer. Still wearing his smirk, Augustin took a step closer to Paddy. “I should have been clearer. I don’t want to drink from you, unless you want to give me a taste but I want a taste of you in another way, a more carnal way” he stated. He slinked closer to Paddy, closing the space between them so that they were mere inches apart, almost close enough to touch but not quite. Augustin just hoped he would take up his offer to delight in some carnal pleasures.

Paddy coughed slightly as Augustin explained himself better, as he did so he could feel himself become hard at the very thought of Augustin touching him, pleasuring him. As Augustin inched closer to him, he swallowed hard. Was he going to do this, say yes? Of Course he was a man with needs after all. Closing the small gap between them he looked up into Augustin’s eyes and said “ What exactly did you have in mind?” As he spoke he slid a hand over the other man’s right hip, stroking through the material. God he wanted this , needed this.

When Paddy had finally agreed and asked what he had in mind Augustin could have screamed from the rooftops. Tilting his head downwards and brushing his lips against Paddy’s ear he said “Something like this”. He then began to trailed a line of harsh kisses down from the other man’s ear, along his jaw and down his throat. As he did his hands pushed off Paddy’s jacket, then began to work quickly on the buttons of his shirt. Once it was open he pushed the two halves apart and began to trail those harsh kisses downwards, stopping only to tug his nipples gently with his teeth before continuing on his way down. Reaching Paddy’s waistband and belt caused Augustin to get down on his knees. The belt was undone in a flash, along with the button and zipper on Paddy’s trousers. Tugging them down along with the man’s underwear, Augustin licked his lips. He couldn’t quite believe this had been agreed to.

Paddy stood there getting harder with every kiss placed against his skin. He let out a little his hiss as he felt himself be freed from the confines of his clothing. His member stood erect waiting for what hopefully was coming next. His wish was soon granted as Augustin, took him in hand and ran his tongue up his length. “Fuck” emerged from his lips as Augustin began to stroke him as he wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and began to sink down on him, then started to bob up and down, while sucking and licking away. Paddy tangled a hand into Augustins brunette locks. Soon he began to thrust into his mouth, as he chased his high which was pretty easy as it appeared that Augustin was extremely skilled in giving blow jobs. A string of expletives signalled that Paddy was about to cum. With a cry of “Augustin” he came, shooting his load down the other man's throat.

He waited until Paddy stiled his hips before pulling off and standing up and crashing a kiss against Paddy’s lips so he could taste himself. The tongues met in a fierce clash, finally breaking apart, he began to turn Paddy around and pushed him towards the bed, “ On your hands and knees on the bed now” He ordered. Paddy began to protest but was quickly silenced by Augustin pushing him down. Augustin smirked again as he watched Paddy kick off his shoes and the trouser and underwear that had pooled at his feet and climb on to the bed as requested. Getting on the bed behind him, he ran a hand down Paddy’s spine, delighting in the way he squirmed. He then spread the man’s ass cheeks apart and then dived down and began to eat his ass.

Paddy squirmed harder as he felt a tongue against his entrance, it wasn’t something he was used to, he was normally used to a rough finger or two being shoved in or he was the one doing the shoving before it was replaced by a needy cock. Paddy enjoyed the feeling and began to push himself back onto Augustin’s tongue. Soon enough he could feel a finger added in to open him up, then another before being pulled away. He heard Augustin move around behind him and caught a glimpse of a shirt fallen to the floor, the the unmistakable sound of a zipper. The bed moved as the other man got up to shed the rest of his clothing and then climb back onto the bed. Augustin gripped one of Paddy’s hips and he began to position himself. He wished he had something to make this easy but they were in the middle of the desert, so he chose to ease himself in gently until it was comfortable enough for him to begin.

Panting slightly Paddy adjusted around Augustin as much as he could. He hadn’t seen the Frenchman’s cock but if he had seen it before this he might have had second thoughts. Judging by the stretch, Paddy gauged that Augustin was very well endowed. Now gripping onto both Paddy’s hips Augustin began to move, the pace was slow and gently at first, that was until Paddy made the mistake of uttering “Am not a fucking china doll”. Growling “is that so” back, Augustin slapped a hand hard against Paddy right ass cheek before beginning thrusting at a punishing pace. Augustin kept up this pace of a while before he could feel Paddy moan louder and louder below him. Reaching a hand around he began to Stroke Paddy to completion while continuing to snap his hips against the other man’s ass in the manner that was surely going to make sure he had difficulty sitting in the morning.

Moaning loudly Paddy came for a second time that night, coating the bed beneath him and Augustin’s hand in his release. As Paddy twitched around him Augustin felt himself get there, pulling out he pushed Paddy down onto the bed and began to stroke himself until he came shooting hot spurts across the Irishman’s ass and back. Collapsing down onto Paddy Augustin whispered in his ear.”I hope you are up for more but for now I will let you rest” He then moved to the side to curl up at Paddy’s side and watch as the other man tried to still his heart. Paddy was more than up for more but not right now, he felt like he wouldn’t be able to sit for a while and his ass stung where Augustin had spanked him like a naughty school boy. He had had it rough before but nothing like Augustin who was no doubt helped by his inhuman strength. Slowly slipping to sleep Paddy thought to himself. If Augustin was willing to repeat tonight he would gladly let him drink from him in return.

#sas vampire au #sas: rogue heroes #paddon

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musekicker · 1 year

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New fusion au drabble, this one a more fun one as it's Blitz and Fizz's first fusion as kids.

Today, both Fizz and Blitzo decided, was the day that they would fuse. They have seen many other performers fuse many times. Sometimes during their off times or sometimes during performances. Either way it was always amazing to them to see a whole new being standing where two or more beings had once been.

A new fusion form would be helpful for their own performances too. So once the two little imps got it in their minds that they were going to fuse, it was good as done. It should be easy enough they both thought, being such great friends and all.

"It's all about the trigger actions." Blitzo said, standing on a box. "At least that's what mom says."

Fizz nodded at Blitzo's words as if they were the wisest things he ever heard before he stood up.

"Ok... but how do we figure out what those trigger actions are?" Fizz asked.

Blitzo shrugged.

"I don't know. Just keep trying different things until you get it right?" Blitzo said.

Fizz, as much as he had no idea how this would turn out nodded his head and let Blitzo take the lead on this idea.

"Let's do this!" Fizz said.

The first fusion attempt was a mess. And so was the second. And the third. By the eighth time the two young imps were tired and Fizz had accidently kicked Blitzo in the knee. This action lead to Blitzo kicking back on instinct. A small kicking battle broke out and continued on until it became a full of shoving match. That ended when Blitzo ended up tripping back into where some rope was coiled.

"Okay, okay. Time out!" Blitzo called out. "We're forgetting about the fusion thing."

Fizz backed down from the shove battle, remembering that yeah, they were in the middle of something else.

"I'm not sure we're ever going to get this." Fizz whined.

Blitzo had just got his horns untangled and stood up.

"Yes we are!" Blitzo said, still very determined. "One more time."

"You said that three tries ago." Fizz whined.

Blitzo did not seem to be bothered by this knowledge. He was still determined to make this work.

"We're going to get this. Come on, don't you trust me?" Blitzo asked.

Fizz sighed.

"...yeah, I guess." he said.

"I will accept that." Blitzo said.

This time both imps could feel that something was different. That this time the fusion would work. There was a buzz of energy they had not felt before as the two ran towards each other. Not quite right in each other's path but close enough that they passed each other by mere inches. Fizz and Blitzo didn't fully pass by each other though, their hands catching the others and then pulling the other back. They then began to fuse.

It took a moment, the whole new action and the two different beings involved taking time to get use to the very sensation of becoming one being. Then in the next moment they were a whole new being.

The new form was still twirling from the inertia that was left from the fusion trigger action, one foot up in the air. As that twirl slowed they placed their foot down. And then they knew.

They were Prat Fall. Prat Fall was a fusion of pure humor and joy in that moment. A sort of experience.

The form was small, being two children after all. That would change as they got older. But for the moment they barely taller then either imp child had been before fusion.

Two tails were present, and the black and white stripes of the horns that were in the shape of Blitzo's were lined between each different band of color with a stripe of red.

Their outfit was a mix of purples and light green and there were bells on the fusion form. Bells that had not been present in either of the imps costumes at the time of the fusing. It was hard to know when a fusion would add details to the form or the forms outfit that there was no trace of in any of those in the fusion form.

Prat fall opened both pairs of eyes. They looked down to their two pairs of hands and they knew that they had succeeded.

"Oh look we, and we're taller! And where did those bells come from?"

Prat Fall was excited, gasping and jumping up in place.

"We did it!" Prat Fall said. "We really did it!"

A cart wheel they easily fell into brought them over to the tent pole. Then they climbed up the tent pole as if it had steps and was easy to climb. Reaching the top in record climbing time

Getting down was just as easy. They sprung off the tent pole and after a somersault they landed safely on their feet on the ground. Prat Fall could just hear the crowds cheering even with no one else in the tent.

"Let's go show everyone!" Prat Fall said.

The new, very excited fusion hurried to show off.

#helluva fusion au #helluva boss

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amarantine-amirite · 6 months

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Happy Graduation?

My father let me watch Junie B Jones: The Movie when I was about to go into first grade.

It seemed innocent enough, but Mom said I started to regress in my speech. Both Mom and Dad warned me never to watch it again.

It seemed easy enough, but I didn't get to finish the movie. One night, after my parents went to sleep, I snuck down to finish watching Junie B Jones.

They soon found out I finished Junie B Jones behind their backs. It was my turn to put the dishes away and I couldn't reach the top shelf. What would happen was that I'd leave the dishes on the counter and Dad would put them back, but he'd put them away in the wrong order.

Mom looked at the disordered dishes and shook her head. "you've been having a lot of trouble putting the dishes away when I ask you to. What's the problem?"

"Can you stop putting everything on the top shelves?!" I whined.

Mom shrugged. "It's not like we have a choice," she said as she took the dishes down so I could put them back properly.

I knew what that meant. The house we lived in was given to Mom instead of a cash bonus. Every room had been intentionally designed in a way that's user unfriendly. It meant either you paid the money to renovate so the cost of the renovation served as a whip for you to keep working or you lived at the office. Either way, there's nothing we can do without getting rid of the escape hatch Mom needed to get away from the bullies at work.

I knew we couldn't replace the cabinets, but we did have a hutch that sat unused at the end of the kitchen. "That doesn't make sense," I said pointing to the hutch, "Why can't we put the dishes on the hutch?"

"We just can't," mom responded. That didn't explain anything

"Why are you mad at me for not putting the dishes away? you know I can't reach"

"Because you need to learn not to slack off"

"Then why are you giving me chores that I can't do?"

Mom slammed the counter. "Because I can't do it myself! I'm too busy!" she shouted.

I didn't think it was fair that Mom asked me to do chores that I couldn't do, but I couldn't verbalize a solution. I thought about the Junie B Jones movie. In the movie, Lucille had to have all her chores done before 6:30 before she could go to prom. I said, "But if my chores aren't done before 6:30, I can't go to prom."

Yes, it was nonsense I parroted from a movie, but it was something I could verbalize.

Mom sat me down and said, "Angela, the people that wrote that stupid Junie B Jones movie were harkening back to when they were young. Not even high schools these days have proms anymore."

"Why not?" I asked.

Then came the speech. Schools across the country stopped having prom because kids can't afford to buy expensive dresses and suits, go to a restaurant, and take someone out. The price of admission makes the prom available only to the kids whose parents have more money than God. Movies are the reason why it lasted as long as it did because it used to be universal enough to use as a backdrop without explaining anything.

I stupidly responded with, "I can put you in an old folk's home, you know." I used another line from Junie B Jones. I thought it was something funny to say based on Meanie Jim and Jose's laughter when That Grace said it to Gus Valloney.

Mom got very upset. Even now, she's angry with me that I watched Junie B Jones behind her back after being told not to.

I learned three important lessons that day. Movies and TV are largely set in a world that doesn't exist anymore. Kids today don't recognize this because they either do not remember or never saw the world that TV and movies occupy. Also, Lucille's storyline was a knockoff of Cinderella.

Expecting something to be like it is in movies and TV probably caused this little fuckup during sophmore year.

If you watch any high school film or TV show, you will see the main characters wearing costumes to school on Halloween. Those of us in Mr. Gracey's last period economics class couldn't do that. We had a class presentation on Halloween. It said specifically on the assignment sheet that if we wore a Halloween costume during the presentation, we would get zero.

I desperately wanted to wear a Halloween costume to school, but didn't want to fail my presentation. I figured Mr. Gracey would make an exception for his no costumes during presentations rule if I made the costume relevant to my presentation.

Since my presentation was about hyperinflation in Zimbabwe, I dressed as a hyperinflated Zimbabwean dollar. My peers, a few of whom actually are from Zimbabwe, thought it was hilarious. Mr. Gracey begged to differ. Not only did I get an F on the presentation, I was ordered to undergo sensitivity training.

Just because I was ordered to do sensitivity training doesn't mean I completed it. I didn't skip sensitivity training on purpose, they had three teachers in a maximum class size of 18 kids. One of the teachers got in a car accident and died. All the kids that were in her section, myself included, didn't get a spot in the sensitivity training. It never seemed to matter that I didn't finish sensitivity training. It never got brought up again.

Then came graduation day. My grad ceremony left loads to be desired. They had it in the music room for some reason. We had kids sitting in the hall.

Elle's frustration lingered as she glanced around the narrow hallway outside the band classroom. "This isn't what I pictured," she lamented, "we shouldn't have our graduation ceremony in the hallway outside the band classroom like this."

As tempted as I was to say that movies and TV lie to us, I couldn't help but nod in agreement. "I agree." I added," We have a perfectly good auditorium. Why not use it?"

The kid in front of me passed me a letter. I took one look at the pathetic "explanation" contained therein: We will be hosting our 12th Grade Graduation in Room B1 (the band classroom). Our rationale for doing so is simple. The imagery of formal attire on a stage serves as a brutal reminder of how students living in poverty will never rise from their oppressed station.

That letter did nothing to answer my question as to why they had it in the music room instead of the auditorium. There was enough word salad to make me think that nobody knew what those words were supposed to mean. I took one look at it and said, "A sphincter says what?"

Nevertheless, everyone stared at me. I pointed to the letter. They shook their heads and thought Angela's gone off again.

I got an even bigger rude awakening when they called our row up to cross the conductor's platform in the band classroom that served as a stage. The principal passed me my folder. I nervously glanced inside, expecting to see my hard-earned diploma nestled within. To my dismay, it was devoid of the coveted piece of paper. I turned to Mrs. Paris. "My folder is empty."

She met my gaze with an unyielding nod. "Yes." The principal backed away slowly, sensing that one or both of us would throw something.

A chill ran down my spine as I pressed further, desperation creeping into my voice. "Where's my diploma?"

Mrs. Paris appeared unfazed, her expression bordering on indifference. "What is it?"

I couldn't hide my frustration. "It's the piece of paper the school gives you upon graduation. Where is it?"

Her response was disheartening. "Your diploma didn't get printed."

My heart sank, and I pleaded for an explanation. "Why?"

With a sigh, she explained, "We had some issues at the printer."

This teacher was a known idiot. She once argued with me about there being 52 states because of Alaska and Hawaii. The debate ended with a map of the country and the act of simple counting. I then got suspended for disrespecting a teacher.

Anxiety welled up within me, but Mrs. Paris, my band teacher and mentor, seemed almost dismissive. "Come now, just because your diploma wasn't printed doesn't mean you didn't graduate."

Desperation tugged at my voice as I grasped for a glimmer of hope. "So, are you going to mail it to me?"

Mrs. Paris's response was as sharp as her initial indifference. "I was being sarcastic. If your diploma wasn't printed, you didn't graduate."

"Even if there was an error and it didn't get printed?"

"Doesn't matter," Mrs. Paris blinked and shook her head, "If you don't get a diploma at graduation, you didn't graduate. End of story."

That made no sense whatsoever. It made so little sense it seems like an excuse. I'm pretty sure what happened on Halloween was the reason I didn't graduate and the school just refused to tell me.

I flipped her over the desk and onto the ground, then ran out of the school. I made it halfway to the park before Jill spotted me. "Hey, where you headed?" she shouted from across the park's lush scenery.

My steps slowed as I turned to face her. I glanced over my shoulder, the weight of a trying day etched on my face. "Away from school," I replied with a sigh.

She tilted her head. "Guess you're glad to be done with high school?"

I fixed my gaze on the trees. "It's not just that," I sighed, "Graduation went terribly."

Jill's curiosity piqued. She turned her full attention to me. "What happened?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to tell her that I flipped a teacher over a desk. After I massaged the words in a way that sounded like I wasn't hiding any evidence of misbehavior, I then revealed my frustrating predicament. "They said I didn't graduate because my diploma didn't get printed."

Jill's eyes widened in surprise. But then, her face broke into a comforting smile. "Hey, do you want to do something fun? Do you wanna go to Taco Bell?"

I blinked, momentarily distracted from the crap I'd been through. "Sure," I replied with a small smile. "It'll be easier to get this diploma printing thing sorted on a full stomach."

I'm aware Taco Bell gives me the squirts, but at this point, I don't care. I can't think straight anymore.

It's been two days, and I've received no comeuppance. It's like the whole thing never happened. Life has moved on. Oceania continues to be at war with Eastasia.

Did I graduate high school? I don't really know.

@droptheprompt

#writing #writers #writers on tumblr #short story #short fiction

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coffee-at-annies · 1 year

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I do think the VGK game will be the final straw for the Pens. Sid and Geno won't let the Pens freefall anymore in the standings, and I think this may prompt Hextall to make a coaching change and a shakeup for the bottom 6 / defense injuries. We haven't seen any midseason coaching changes this season yet but *knock on wood* the Pens could be the first to pull it off. Trying to be optimistic here but this streak looks bad when: we have a lot of injuries, this roster will not be the same roster come March 3, and we may still see a lot of personnel changes around the league. Yes the other Metro teams look so great compared to our struggling Pens but their schedules are far easier right now while we had to play all but 1 playoff team the last 2 weeks with a depleted lineup. What's the point of comparing our lows to their highs - ignoring the fact that we might have not even seen our final team, we have 49 games left; and the All Star break hasn't even happened yet?

Tanger will come back soon, Jarry too, even Petry. The bottom 6 will have a lot of changes. It's easy to point out how we are struggling when it seems everyone around you is doing well - like what I've been saying several times - and thinking whether the hockey gods are deliberating making us suffer by giving all the bad things that could happen to a hockey team at once.

But no, I look at the calendar and wonder, maybe this is a blessing it's happening now because we still have time to turn things around rather than a late season collapse? It's hard to stay positive when the teams around you are peaking together this early, but again the season isn't over yet. Sid and Geno and Jake will break their slumps as the perfect time - and months later when we look back, if the changes do happen, I feel like we can say to ourselves that these struggles came at the right time because had they not happened the Pens wouldn't have fared better anyway.

Idk what to tell you anon I stared our schedule in the face after the red wings game and accidentally predicted a w*nless streak that’s not gonna end until we get home to play the Jets. Thought we were gonna hit OT more though. We’re gonna get goalied by Veggie and they’ve got some hot kids who I think will embarrass DS and Dumo in front of the net.

As for everything you’ve said in the first paragraph, I’m having trouble parsing what you want me to say? You seem to ask and answer your own questions as you’re typing them out.

Do I think Sully’s job is in jeopardy? Ehhhhh. I’m not sure who we’d hire instead. Do I think he’s safe? No. Do I think we’ll make a trade? We’re certainly going to try but the problem is who do we give up. We can’t just trade away bad players for someone good, even to teams trying to tank. Is it fair to compare us to everyone else? That’s how the world works but if it’s getting you down try not to listen to those things. In the grand scheme of things it’s a long season and we’ve got time to course correct and figure it out.

I’m doing my best to not be worried about the current streak, either we figure our shit out or we don’t. I asked myself last night what the worse case scenario for this season is (barring retirement or player injuries *knock on wood*) and the best case scenario. The worst thing I could think of was we miss the playoffs.

Is that bad? Is it the end of the world? Steelers (my football team) are currently trying to figure out how to backdoor their way into the playoffs and before that people were doomposting about how it would be the first time Mike Tomlin (the coach) would miss the playoffs and I’m like I’d rather the Steelers be functional and good heading into next season than to watch them play a single playoffs game this season.

For the pens, I’d be disappointed if we br*ke the current streak but we kinda did in 2020 and it wasn’t the end of the world. The best case scenario is, of course, always the Cup. If those are best and worst, I’m fine with both options. I know what I’d prefer, but I’m sitting here trying my best to enjoy watching my favorite flightless birds zoom around the ice and trying to remember how lucky we are to still have this core and this team.

#asks answered #anonymous #sorry I did not watch last night and was like why is someone sending me asks on my night off

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kehideni · 2 years

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Kehideni guide to aroace shipping.

This post is for my followers who are wondering just how i decide if i like a pairing or not.

First and foremost rule of how i go about shipping is that i remember actively that these characters are nonexistant and what they do and what they think depends on who's writing them and what their intention is with said character.

Best example: Nina and Charioce from Shingeki No Bahamut. To be frank, if Charioce would be a real person i'd start hitting him with a snow shovel and wouldn't stop till he was moving. Nina actively got hurt from him physically, mentally and emotionally. "Ewww kehideni then what is it about their pairing that you like?"

Glad you asked, it's actually that the show gave him a veeery bs reason to be an ass and every other moment when he is not suffering from bullshititis he shows redeeming qualities. As such i recognise that his writers are at fault here, not the character, which is why i am willing to shut eye over his... "shortcomings". Not gonna bring up his punishment since Nina got punished too when she really shouldn't have been. (And i'm talking in the meta sense here, since the one to punish them was an inanimate object)

Second rule: character A and B should interact.

Fairly easy rule. Any pairing where A and B haven't even met i won't think about. Basically crackships and the like. However if character A and B slightly met and their interaction was worthwhile, i just might.

Best example: Shadow and Amy from the Sonic franchise. "But kehideni, you are a Sonamy shipper." True, but i never shipped Amy with Shadow as romantic interests, i think they should and could have a very interesting sibling-like relationship. And now this is your PSA that yes, you can also "BrOTP" characters as ancient texts say.

Shadow and Amy had like one interaction and it was so meaningfull it changed the outcome of a disaster. Amy quite literally just asked Shadow to help and he was a good enough big bro to say "anything for Maria and you sis" -> very liberal retelling of what happened by kehideni

Third rule: Do they have positive effects on each other?

"But kehideni, your example for the first rule was a borderline abusive relationship."

Well, actually no. Nina and Charioce had good effects on each other. Charioce just hurt Nina a handfull of times for a reason that is so bullshit it really was probably for the "will-they-won't-they" effect. This is what i meant when i said the writers are at fault here.

But when two characters meet and they become better for it, it's always something to think about.

Best example: Luz and Amity from The Owl House.

I don't think i have to go out of my way to explain this, but to those that don't watch the show: Amity was bullied by her parents and so she became a bully. Having met with Luz who kept giving her chances to be better, she realised what kind of person she wants to be. Luz on the otherhand found someone who helps her focus, because let's be real... Luz tends to be all over the place.

Rule number four:

The media of which character A and B is from shows moments where either or both character shows interest in the other in a way that can't be explained any other way.

Negative example: Any pairing of the Calamity trio from Amphibia.

I see what you guys bring up for proof for attraction but... no. Those moments in context make perfect sense platonically. I already talked about this in a post so i won't go into detail but to review: Dancing with your friend a nerd dance you made up for fun is not the same as having a dance where you are so close to each other at any given time that Jesus decided to watch from afar instead.

Best example: Starfire and Robin from Teen Titans(2003)

Throughout the show Starfire made it blatantly obvious she likes Robin like that, so much so that Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven even teased Robin about it, which something Robin didn't take very well :'D maybe the mask covers more than his identity lmao...

And the final supplementary rule:

Do not give a sh*t about what other people say about the pairings. It's literally a make believe game. There is nothing to take seriously in them AND BEFORE YOU COME AT ME WITH

"But what about problematic ships? What about fiction's effect on reality?"

Yes, it says a lot about you what you "ship", but if you rationalise what you like about a certain pairing that can be problematic then i don't see why not. (By rarionalise i mean you have an acrual reason to like them other than they look good together)

Best example: Yugo and Amalia from Wakfu.

You could easily say it's a pedo ship, but Yugo is a non-native alien species on Amalia's planet, he is the same age as Amalia. His actual years and mental age match Amalia's actual age and mental age, it's only his body that matures a loooooooot slower.

"Kehideni, why????" Because the show went out of it's own way and used that as a conflict that actually bothers Yugo. (Also irl a disease like this exists where your body matures waaaay more slowly than normal, one of my father's cousin suffered from it and this disease ruined two of his marriages) Yugo is the same year old as Amalia, his mental age is also the same and it's heavily suggested he wants to have a family with Amalia, alas he quite literally says in the show that were they to show up as a couple they'd be a joke and Amalia would be criticised for it. (To witch Amalia said fk that noise) but since the next season takes forever to come out we will probably never know how it ends :)))))

Now i don't mean to say there are no problems with some pairings, since we know there are sick fks out there, but most of you are kids...

Don't implement fictional relationships' examples in real life because there is no such thing as "the one that was meant for you".

Everyone is an individual who has to make a choice when you offer them your heart. As long as you respect everyone, you deserve the same respect.

#rant #kehideni rant

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luminnara · 3 years

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alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request: Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches.

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with.

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom.

“Why are we going?” the little girl called.

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh.

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there.

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door.

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you.

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh.

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance.

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you.

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

“Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called.

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting.

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to.

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him.

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school.

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall.

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead.

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled.

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said.

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her.

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat.

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed.

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today.

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug.

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair.

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up.

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you.

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted.

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi.

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead.

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway.

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face.

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku.

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled.

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face.

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there.

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you.

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them.

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said.

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her.

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion.

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat.

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba.

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you.

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek.

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up.

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked.

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked.

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own.

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch.

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder.

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected.

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested.

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously.

“Not another word.” he growled.

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his.

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly.

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand.

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked.

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now.

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said.

“Yeah!” Mina agreed.

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions.

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy.

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted.

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up.

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving.

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side.

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled.

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

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miekasa · 3 years

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iced tea

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: college au, levi is the best not yet boyfriend au, erwin would definitely be an insufferable project partner to have but you gotta love him au

+ summary: there are three rules of night class. come on time, come prepared, and come with snacks. you forget about rule number three. luckily, levi’s there to save the day.

There’s only one appeal to signing up for a three-hour night class, and it’s that you only ever have to muster up the will to attend once a week. It’s a sacrifice, but it definitely cuts down on the temptation of skipping like you would a normal, one-hour section course. Just one and done.

Plus, you have Erwin with you in this class. Is he a little bit of a professor’s pet and consistently overly chipper every class despite knowing he’s about to endure 180 minutes of lecture? Sure, but at least you don’t have to suffer alone.

Really, it’s not as bad as it sounds, especially if the course is interesting enough, or easy enough, and luckily for you, yours is both. Not to mention, your professor is brilliant, actually entertaining, and does her best to keep the class engaging—she’s funny in the dorky, lovable professor kind of way. And she gives you short, ten to fifteen minute breaks at every hour mark just to make sure everyone doesn’t completely lose their minds.

It’s a commitment, but you’ve grown to actually enjoy it. As long as you follow the three rules of night class: come on time, come with your notes prepared so that you don’t get upstaged by Erwin, and come with—

“Fuck,” you curse, watching as Erwin pulls out one of his many, tiny, organic, boxed juices. The ones meant for children with soy sensitivities that Erwin claims are packed with more nutrients.

“What’s up?” He questions, more shocked than concerned, at your sudden profanity as he sets his juice box in the right corner of his desk.

You pout. “I forgot to bring snacks.”

Come on time, come with your notes prepared so that you don’t get upstaged by Erwin, and come with snacks. Those were the only three rules of night class, and you’d completely forgotten about the most important one.

“Oh,” Erwin grins, pulling a chocolate bar from his lunch bag and taunting you with it, “Sounds like a you problem.”

You snatch a piece from the top corner, stuffing part of it into your mouth to spite him; but you regret your choices as soon as it melts on your tongue.

“What the fuck—is this mint chocolate?” you complain, swallowing the rest of the sweet with disdain.

“Yes it is,” Erwin huffs, grabbing the remaining stolen bit from between your fingers and popping it into his mouth, “And it is delicious.”

“You’re an actual menace to society.”

Erwin crinkles his nose at you, “A menace to society with snacks for the next three hours.”

His comment makes you groan, albeit a little dramatically, and you slump back in your chair to debate your options. Class doesn’t start for another twelve minutes; you could try and run to the student center quickly to buy some last minute snacks, but the line was probably already lengthy with students of similar trains of thought, meaning you’d be late if you stuck it out, which would leave you violating rules one and three tonight. Erwin makes you sit in the front row with him, and you were not willing to take the late walk of shame with an armful of snacks in tow.

You could wait it out until the first hour break, but they’ll probably be sold out of anything good by then, not to mention the race to beat out the line again. If you played your cards right, you could order food during class and time it so that it was delivered during your break, but that was risky.

Alternatively, you could try and sprint to the concessions stand near the library, but going there and back was so much further away than the student center; you’d probably end up late, too.

“Hey,” you call to Erwin, refraining from rolling your eyes as he sets all six thousand and twenty eight of his colored pens on his desk for the evening, “Is Hange still on campus?”

“No, they have work today.”

You groan. Why did Hange have to be so responsible and good with their time-management skills. They was your last hope. Unless—

“Do you think Levi will bring me Starbucks?”

“Probably,” Erwin shrugs, humming to himself; but then he thinks it over, replying again with a knowing smirk on his face, “Actually, definitely. If he’s still here, but he probably is. You know him.”

You pout, the possibility of Levi being home is high, but so is that of him being cooped up in his favorite library. Either way, he would likely be studying right now, and you’d hate to disturb him, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[sent 6:47pm] you — leeevaaaaaaaaai are you still on campus

[received 6:47pm] leeevaaai — yes — why, what’s wrong

[sent 6:47pm] you — uwu — wanna bring me something from starbucks before class — i have my 3 hour lecture today and i forgot snacks :—( — and erwin won’t share his organic $1500 whole foods gummy bears with me

[received 6:48pm] leeevaaai — i told you i don’t like the smileys with the noses, they’re ugly — should you even be drinking coffee this late, you’ll be up until the ass crack of dawn

You scoff audibly, and Erwin takes this as an invitation to peep at your screen. Your comment about his snacks does not go unnoticed, as bitterly munches on his (yes, in fact, organic and gluten-free, as if it being mint flavored wasn’t criminal enough) chocolate bar.

[sent 6:48pm] you — that’s RICH coming from you mister

[received 6:48pm] leeevaaai — you’re being awfully rude to someone you expect to buy you a $7 drink

[sent 6:48pm] you — hehe sorry i loooove you leeevaaai — venti iced chai latte — light ice

[received 6:49pm] leeevaaai — do you think i don’t know your overpriced starbucks order by now

[sent 6:49pm] you — uwu :—)

[received 6:49pm] leeevaaai — but you’re getting a grande, i’m not made of money — and it’s punishment for sending another ugly nose smiley

[sent 6:49pm] you — un-uwu

“I don’t blame him,” Erwin chuckles, scrunching the wrapper from his now finished bar between his fingers.

You flick him away, ignoring the turning heads of your classmates as Erwin’s pens fall in the aftermath. It’s seven o’clock on the dot when your laptop pings loudly with an incoming message from Levi—and a subsequent groan from Erwin, who breeches your personal space once more to press the mute button on your keyboard.

[received 7:00pm] leeevaaai — where are you sitting

[sent 7:00pm] you — front row to the right — erwin’s idea not mine

Levi spots Erwin’s bright blonde hair before he sees you, scoffing to himself as he makes his way to the front of the room; a tray with three Starbucks cups, and a plastic bag in tow. Erwin sees him first, too, waving at him as he crosses from the left side to where the two of you are seated.

“Aw, Levi, you brought me one!” Erwin all but squeaks, reaching for one of the other drinks with grabby hands after you take your iced drink from the tray.

But Levi pulls one hot drink from the tray for himself, and pulls the remaining one out of arm’s reach. “As if,” he grumbles, bringing his own cup to his lips.

“You’re the best, Levi,” you smile, sticking your tongue out at Erwin. Levi only offers you a small nod as acknowledgement. He extends his left hand now, the plastic bag sliding off his wrist and onto your desk, silently.

Confused, you lean forward, setting your drink down to open the contents of the bag. Inside, there are two granola bars, a bagel, cream cheese, some kind of sandwich, and a small Nutella to-go cup with mini breadsticks attached. When you look back up at Levi, he simply shrugs, sipping on his drink again while a light pink dusts over the tips of his ears.

“You said you forgot your snacks,” he explains, “I knew you’d text me the whole time, bitching about how Erwin wouldn’t share his zero-calorie lemon rinds if you didn’t have your own.”

You take note that the chai he brought you was, in fact, a venti, and not a grande like he’d threatened, and that the granola bars in the bag are not only your favorite flavor, but from your favorite brand, too; and you find yourself smiling as you decipher the very clear message underneath Levi’s less than poetic words.

“What’s in the other cup?” Erwin asks, pointing at the remaining drink. Levi carefully lifts it from the tray, and sets it down on the other corner of your desk, a safe distance away from your laptop.

“Tea,” he says shortly, “So you don’t lose your mind after inhaling your coffee.”

“This is tea, too. Chai is tea, Levi.”

“Tea without milk or six kilograms of sugar,” Levi corrects you, “Or ice.”

“Iced tea is tea, you know.”

Levi doesn’t respond to that with anything but a glare. You smile at his stoicism. Erwin thinks the whole exchange is kind of weird, and wonders where you possibly get the gall to make fun of his taste in snacks when you can’t even realize you’re in love with a man who refuses to identify iced tea as a valid form of tea.

“I better go before she starts,” Levi speaks, a single hand referencing to your professor behind him, who looks just about ready to begin class for the evening, “Call me when you’re done, I’ll drive you two home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, Erwin and I usually take the b—”

“Brat,” Levi cuts your words short, “Call me when you’re finished. I’ll be in the library.”

You throw daggers at him with your eyes, but your resolve is waning, once again, as you closely read at the implications of Levi’s promise. You accept, and Erwin is more than happy for the free ride.

Levi hums. “And eat the bagel before the Nutella.”

“You’re annoying.”

“I’m a saint,” Levi deadpans, placing the palm of his hand on the top of your head affectionately, “Call me.”

He walks away before you can debate again, just as your professor speaks into the microphone to grab everyone’s attention. You scrunch your nose, hands flying to your hair to smooth out the aftermath of Levi’s playfulness, before opening your notes for the evening.

“You’re really dense aren’t you?” Erwin asks, one eyebrow raised, but the overall look on his face is more than fond, “It’s kind of cute.”

“Huh?” you question, cheeks stuffed with food as you bite into your bagel, “Dense about what?”

Erwin shakes his head, turning back to laptop with an exasperated expression, the fondness in his eyes fading quickly. “Hopeless,” he mumbles, “The both of you.”

#aot x reader #snk x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman smut #levi fluff #levi smut #erwin x reader #eren x reader

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itsgaga · 3 years

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A-Z NSFW(Nikki Sixx)

this is my third time writing this so please excuse how bad it may or may not sound

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

At first Nikki wasn’t good with aftercare, he was used to being really selfish during and after sex so when it came to you he didn’t really know what to do afterwards. After you guys had done it a couple times you had explained to him why aftercare was important which ultimately changed how he treated you after sex. He slowly became more caring and affectionate wanting to cuddle with you, get you whatever you want/need, and he will clean you off.

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

Nikki fucking loves your legs and your neck, your legs though, like dude is obsessed with them. There's something about them that makes Nikki feel a certain type of way, as for your neck...it’s a jealous possessive thing. He loves to mark you up, especially when he is jealous, so your neck is the easiest place to go to.

As for himself, he’ll tell you his dick. Mostly because that thing can do wonders. It pleases you, it pleases himself, what is there not to love about it?

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

Nikkis cum is everywhere. It’s that simple. He wants it everywhere. The fucking sight of it afterwards is like a piece of art to him, idk why he’s like that, he’s a filthy dude, ok? I mean like yeah cumming in you or somewhere on your is fine but no this man just loves being dirty and getting it everywhere.

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

He doesn’t really have much, he’s a open book, he’ll tell you everything he likes and wants to do but maybe that he loves to fuck in public because he wants to get caught. You guys haven’t got caught yet but Nikki really wants you to, like if you ever notice Nikki will extra loud in public it’s for that reason.

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

Hello? He’s Nikki fucking Sixx. What do you think?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves to watch your face and your reactions while he’s fucking you. It could also tie in with that jealous side of him knowing that no other guy would see you like that, knowing that what he is doing is putting you in your most vulnerable state it all just turns him on even more.

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

Nikki is a fiend. Nikki is not a saint. At least during sex, meaning Nikki is serious as can be. He’s all about devouring you and wants to do it better than how he did last time so he has no time to be goofy. But, there are those rare moments where that all disappears and he becomes softer and more gentle, like he will hold your hand and smile, that could happen for special things like birthdays or just when he wants to be more romantic.

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

He didn’t groom that shit at all for the first couple times yall fucked, but he started to around the same time aftercare became a thing. As for color it pretty much matches the rest of his hair.

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

Like I said he has his moments, it’s not like he doesn’t like to be romantic with you he just feels like it would be even more special if that side of him came out at more special times.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think so. I think Nikki is always horny and he’s kind of learned to just deal with it but if he can’t and you aren’t there to help him out he would call you and get off with phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking, choking, and roleplay. Theres a lot more like wax play, bondage, etc etc. But I think spanking, choking, and roleplay comes mostly everytime you guys fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh he loves when you call him daddy. He likes when you sound like a needy whiny mess. Oh and Nikki is a dom no doubt, you can take control sometimes but he is a whole other level of dominant.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tour bus, dressing room, hotel rooms, closets, bedrooms, cars, really anywhere. I think he likes bedrooms because thats where the kinky stuff can happen but he likes a challenge and will try that stuff in public. He has tried to fuck you over every piece of furniture, couch, counter, desk, etc. Like I said earlier he loves to fuck in public so... expect that anywhere you go.

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

What doesn’t though? Nikki’s jealousy will get you bent over a piece of furniture in .5 seconds. Nikki after a concert is him running off stage and pulling you in the closest room possible. Whisper in his ear or talk in a lower tone then your natural talking voice and you two are in bed. Like it doesn’t take much from you to turn him on.

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

Threesomes or Voyeurism. Like I said Nikki is jealous/possessive. No sharing. I think the idea of it would turn him on until it actually happens and he would end up getting up really jealous.

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

The dude is a fucking god. He loves receiving but giving? You won’t be able to walk. So he likes both receiving and giving. receiving because he loves to see you on your knees for him and the way you look at him while your giving head, while giving he loves to hear the way you sound, the way you taste, and the way your body reacts to him and his tongue.

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

Fast and rough. “The faster you go the more orgaisms you can get in a night, the slower you go the less you get in the same amount of time” idk. NIKKI LOVES ROUGHNESS, like seriously he is not a easy simple cum and go guy. He’s a i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’re gonna cum 10 times by morning type of guy.

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

If he’s horny and you’re there then you’re having a quickie, he prefers to have time to fuck but honestly you both get horny at the mist random times so it just has to be done.

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

Hahaha, yes. Anything you wanna try Nikki is down. I’m serious anything, anything at all he will say yes, he’s always looking to try new things with you especially things he hasn’t done with anyone else before.

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

Night to morning. Morning to night. Idk maybe. I think he will keep going until either you or him say you can’t handle it anymore. But as for rounds I would say 4 to 6 maybe a half an hour to a hour long.

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

I think he has some, not as much as one may think but I feel like he may have a couple vibrators, bondage, some plugs, dildos, blindfolds, handcuffs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE. He loves teasing the shit out of you. Will have you so close to having a orgaism and then pull away with a big stupid fucking grin on his face.

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

He won’t make a sound until he leans down to your ear and will start grunting and moaning, it drives you wild and he knows it which is why he does it everytime you guys fuck. He has and always will do that unless you’re in public then there’s no stopping whats coming out his mouth.

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

He loves dirty talk, but mostly from you. It’s the only time you have ever actually seen Nikki visibly weak. He especially loves when you do it and look at him innocently, it really pushes him to a limit that no other woman has before.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Now from the pictures that I totally haven’t seen ;) he isn’t small but he isn’t huge. I think he’s a grower not a shower which is fine, he knows what he is doing and knows how to use it right.

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

He could take you anywhere, anytime, anyday. He’s ready whenever he’s just waiting for you to be ready too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a little longer to fall asleep then it does to you so while you’re asleep and just lays there cuddling you wondering how you went from whatever he was just fucking into a soft innocent looking angel.

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zukuist · 3 years

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in the moment [hcs]

“they are desperate for help when admirers swarm them, and they choose to seek for your assistance”

fandom/s : 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia (bnha)

includes: h. shinsō, k. bakugō, i. midoriya

your name is shortened to y/n, last name is shortened to l/n gender neutral, use of the pretend lover trope, they’re actually pining.

further note: yes i’ve been gone for more than a week, and yes it’s because of school. i promise i’ll be posting more!!

REQUESTS ;; OPEN !!

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shinsō hitoshi

finds it super annoying

and this is coming from him, someone that’s not easy to irritate

he’s conscious and aware that people find him attractive (which for some reason, he still questions why)

eventually, admirers are bound to appear like it or not, but they’re not this insistent as this girl, nope.

shinsō has never experienced something like this, in his entire life.

noriko was a familiar face, but not in the best way for shinsō hitoshi.

she used to be one of those girls that’d band wagon with her opinions. whenever people were hostile towards him

she would be hostile too

but as soon as everyone started finding him attractive, she’d change too.

and it’s.. a mess. what more when he himself is pining on someone that’s not noriko

let alone, a student from class 1-A?

and it’s not like he could brainwash her into leaving him alone

as soon as she would be released by his quirk, she’d tell everyone what he did. therefore, leaving that out of the many solutions

and now he’s backed up into a corner, with her chasing him all across the hallways.

he can only hope for a solution.

— scene —

“this is ridiculous..” taking another turn in the hallway, shinsō mutters to himself quietly, the sleep deprived student can still hear her shrill voice

and by ‘her’, he’s referring to the admirer that has been tailing him down ever since the day had started.

“there are times like this where i wished i didn’t care about looking villainous” is what he’s really thinking. damn quirk stereotypes, and curse him for not having a quirk like iida tenya

“what.. are you doing?” was he lucky, or unlucky? it just so happened to be that he bumped into y/n l/n, out of all people

“i’m in a bit of a situation,” his palm rests against his nape, and he has to hope that you get the message, when noriko’s nearly deafening voice cuts through the air

“you’re quite popular with the ladies, huh?” you joke, and shinsō would’ve laughed if he wasn’t being trailed down.

“as much as i—”

“there you are !” noriko exclaims, slightly out of breath from the insistent chase, “you still haven’t answered !”

“i have, and i said no.” he makes his intentions concrete, compared to earlier (which was a mistake) when he rejected her in the nicest way he could’ve done so, but it wasn’t enough to make her quit.

“well earlier, you’ve said you appreciated it !” the whine pains both of your ears, and you contemplate if you should just grab his hand, and make a run for it.

but, she’d just chase you down again. so maybe not.

“yes, but i also said i can’t accept your feelings.” in instinct, he backs up so he could stand next to you, and he looks at you with his own style of desperation, which was obviously different than noriko’s desperation.

“i happen to be taken.” shinsō claims, hooking his hand along yours. which might’ve been done because he’s desperate, but could’ve been done because he wanted to

getting the motive, you lock away your shock, and play along, accepting his touch.

“i don’t believe you.” noriko blurts, “you two look like best friends more than anything. i’m not stupid !”

you didn’t think it would have to resort to this.

with not much of a thought, you grabbed shinsō by the collar, and smashed your lips together. his lips are warmer than you’ve anticipated, the distinct taste of coffee makes you lean into him further. while at first taken aback, shinsō decides to accept the act by pushing you even closer to him

you let go, deciding it was enough, and when you stare back at noriko, tears dotting at her waterline, and she sputters in humiliation and rejection.

“i never liked you anyway !” she uses as a defense, before storming off. the both of you feel a sense of relief when her figure turns at the end of the hallway

“sorry for kissing you like that. it was kind of in the moment,”

shinsō chuckles, “didn’t expect our first kiss to be like that.”

“well, there are more opportunities to come for you, you’re quite popular.” you tease, and shinsō flicks your forehead in retaliation. in return, you hiss at the sudden sting of pain.

“we’ll have more opportunities when i take you out for lunch on saturday.” he pats you on the shoulder, before he presses a quick real kiss on your cheekbone.

bakugō katsuki

also finds it super annoying. actually, he might as well just fight them and move on.

bakugō knows it well that he’s.. well-known, for all the right and wrong reasons

but what he doesn’t know is that he’s also known for his good looks, rough and boyish in nature.

so eventually, there’ll be that one brave and fearless soul that’ll take one for the team. or even two, or three.

he hates it. doesn’t his aura and demeanor alone scare off all of the suitors?

since when were they super persistent, smh.

it didn’t help that he was trying to drown and suffocate his feelings down the pipeline.

because curse bakugō katsuki for having normal, teenage feelings. he had other important things in life, right?

but he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever confess to him like that

(not that it would happen any time soon. you were too busy being a tough training partner)

but everything aside, he wishes that people would just take the hint already.

because ignoring doesn’t help all the time.

the girl named fumiko would be a dreadful sight he’d be constantly reminded of.

from his shoe locker being flooded with love letters that speak nothing to him, and to the obnoxious commentary on his looks

he’d think that they were just harassing him to get a reaction, but bakugō katsuki will remain unbothered!

but he spoke too soon, because he was approached directly right after his late training session.

—scene—

bakugō hates it

he hates extras, he hates being outshined, and he hates distractions. what more was there to dislike in the world? everything clearly.

he can handle things properly, and with that tough demeanor of his, and he definitely doesn’t need a quick and easy solution, from the girl that’s glued to his side.

he told himself that a persistent extra is nothing, he can just simply ignore them and look at them, like how he always looks at useless pebbles, and they’d go away. but clearly not this girl

“get off, you fucking extra” he pushes her off, grabbing his water bottle and immediately storming off, but it doesn’t convince fumiko (he learned her name unfortuantely) to finally lay off.

“c’mon katsuki! this would’ve all been over if you just went out with me!”

bakugō can’t hide the cringe on his face, hearing his first name, ugh. he doesn’t know how she found out about his late training sessions, considering that she wasn’t in his class or class 1-b

he doubts that he’d run into anyone at this hour, they’d be all in the common room, and he did say that he wanted all of them to ‘fuck off’. but luck does work in mysterious ways.

“..what’re you doing here?” he questions, clearly surprised by your presence, and his frustration would’ve disappeared at that exact mom“dinner’s almost ready. actually, why do you look so.. alarmed? is there a villain?—”

his palms are starting to sweat, and it’s not because of his training, or because of the girl that won’t leave him alone. “no! fuck no. okay, there’s just some shitty extra that’s been following me around like some obsessed freak.”

you decide to be smug, “i knew there was going to be a brave soul out there, ready to sacrifice themselves.” you rest your hand on your left side, like it was heart warming, but the blond is not amused with your gesture.

“right, right!” you hold your hands up, surrendering. “okay, what do you want me to do?”

“just don’t say a fucking thing.” you can hear foot steps get closer and closer to the both of you, and in a hurry, he pushes you closer to him, the smell of caramel evading your senses.

before you could even say a word, he kisses you. it’s rough, and it makes you feel warm, and it’s definitely not because of his quirk, or because of the large, warm palms that rest against your sides.

you get a grip on him, holding onto his shoulder when you feel your knees buck because of the butterflies in your stomach, and it seems to get worse when bakugō holds you even tighter

“okay geez, i get it. you’re taken!” you can hear the girl exclaim in humiliation and disgust, “ugh, a guy like you wouldn’t be able to handle me anyway.”

and when she finally scurries away, the both of you break the kisses, the wind out of you being knocked out cold from his sudden act of ‘romance’

“i sorta understand the hype now.” you grin, your lips still tingle from the kiss, and you’re convinced that you want more, despite the kiss being out of spite, and for fumiko to back off.

“shut up.” you would’ve laughed at him if it was any other day, but for now, you’re left silent. your heart flutters once more, when his lips press against your cheekbone briefly.

“c’mon, idiot. we’re gonna miss dinner.”

midoriya izuku

he’s so alarmed, and honestly very scared

he wasn’t popular, or well known to begin with, and people only started treating him like he was a real person in highschool

he’s just so used to being looked at like a background character, or a npc in a video game.

so the sudden swarm of suitors, and people that want to date him shocked him to the core.

he was never treated like this in middle school, or elementary!

it flatters him, and he’s glad that people actually like him. but.. he’d never actually think about being with either of them

because they’re not you, obviously. but wait, what’s so different about you exactly?

well.. you’ve treated him with kindness, even when he looked like this.. really awkward kid that sat at the back of the classroom.

so yeah, he’d never think about accepting anyone else’s confessions, as long as they’re not you

but still, midoriya has treated all of his admirers with kindness, despite not wanting to be with any of them

knowing how it feels to be humiliated, he wouldn’t want to do that on any of them

but.. this one particular girl was one he’d never truly be comfortable with, as much as he’d like to fake it.

rieko was.. something. probably the most persistent one out of all of them.

he would’ve appreciated it, if it weren’t for the fact that she was super obnoxious to other people.

and most importantly, he didn’t understand what she’d get out of it, and it wrecked his nerves!

— scene —

standing next to you, all lined up for lunch, midoriya shifts uncomfortably as he tries his best to ignore the loud and obvious commentary that’s being directed to him.

at first, it was flattering. but now? he just wishes things would go back to the times where people had no interest in him, whatsoever.

he knows what rieko really like him for, and it’s honestly disheartening. the girl would compliment him on things like his looks, and even his new moves!

but as soon as he elaborated on how he did it, the interest would fade away from her eyes

not that it did matter though. midoriya didn’t really have any feelings for any of the people that’ve approached him, wanting to date him. he’s been kind, and they’ve been kind in return, getting the hint and backing off.

the freckled boy was flattered but, not interested

but clearly, rieko didn’t get the message, despite the way midoriya would back away uncomfortably. how he’d immediately excuse himself whenever he’d see the girl.

just.. all signs of disinterest

“go! just ask him already!” he can hear her friends encourage her, but he’s not very enthusiastic to know what they’re cheering her on for

“he won’t be able to resist! just walk right in and do it, you guys will be an attractive couple anyway!”

midoriya’s palms are shaky, and he tries his best to calm his nerves down by clenching his fists. this doesn’t go un-noticed by you.

“you okay, midoriya?” you ask, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, and the green haired boy hopes that his cheeks aren’t turning red.

the both of you guys are awfully close! not that he’s complaining, it’s just that—

“is it about them?” you ask in a nearly quiet tone, and midoriya’s aware that you’re talking about them.

“uhm..” midoriya tries to formulate a proper answer, not wanting to sound as bothered as he actually is. how would he be able to explain this? “don’t worry about it,” midoriya reassures, “it’s just—”

“do you think that he’s dating that person? you know, the one beside them?” he hears that the topic of the conversation has shifted, and the group of girls are referring to you.

midoriya wasn’t planning on telling anyone about the dilemma. let alone his crush. it was something he was going to ignore, until the mess calmed down.

but now? you’re roped into it, and his nerves didn’t calm down at all.

“izuku dating them? no, it can’t be. he’s too good for them!”

“that’s the spirit, rieko. you should just go like.. now!”

to him, it’s the other way around. you’re too good for him, and you’re out of his league. so, this comment upsets him to all ends.

he’s pondering on what he should do, and before he could take you out of the line to get food at some other place, he feels something warm enlace his hand.

he slightly shivers when he realizes that it’s your hand he’s holding, cheeks flushed with crimson.

your eyes are ahead, a lot more composed than he is clearly, but if he looked hard enough, he could sense the nervousness in your hold.

“you wanna leave the line, izu?” his first name sounds different when you say it, and he thinks to himself that he prefers it a lot more when it comes from you

“y-yes.” and you smile, pressing your lips against his cheek quickly, before tugging his hand and pulling him out of the line, walking away from the group.

it’s a miracle that he didn’t drop onto the cafeteria’s floors.

you can feel his anxiety subsiding. despite his flushed cheeks remaining, he looks better than he did a few seconds ago, and you’re glad.

deciding the both of you were at a safe distance, you peek over your shoulder. you can see the absolute defeat on rieko’s face, and the scowl on her friends’ faces as they attempted to comfort their heartbroken friend.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no, it’s nothing, really. anyhow, what do you plan on eating for lunch?”

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Quinlan and the Interdimensional Ingenues (except not really)

Context: SW Suddenly Omegaverse AU (Original Post), Interior Design (Nesting Divots), Chrono Rating: T+ Relationships: Anakin & Obi-Wan, Quinlan/Obi-Wan

This is like 90% cuddles and scenting that’s a few steps to the side of a/b/o standard. There is a lot of non-sexual licking. It’s a little odd, but I’m assuming that’s what you’re here for. It’s also over 5k words, so, you know. There’s that.

Note: “Ternary” is to the number three as “binary” is to the number two. Binary gender/sex refers to IRL male/female distinctions, and ternary refers to alpha/beta/omega. Gender and sex are much more complicated than is touched on in this particular fic, and trans identities exist within both the binary system and the ternary system. (More notes at end.)

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“Sorry to tell you this,” Quinlan says, sliding into the room as quickly as he can, “but we can smell omega distress from several rooms down the hall. What the hell is going on?”

“We’ve having a lot of feelings,” Kenobi says drily. He’s on the couch, looking damnably normal, and Skywalker’s got his face shoved into his master’s neck. Kenobi’s fingers card through the curls, and it’s... well, it would be easy to tell which of them was having said feelings even if Quinlan hadn’t already been able to tell them apart in scent.

“I’m distraught,” Skywalker moans, mushing himself somehow closer.

Kenobi’s eyes go to the ceiling, and he visibly prays to the Force for patience. “I know, Anakin.”

“You think I’m being dumb.”

“I think you’ve had a few months to prepare for this, but that your reaction is understandable nevertheless,” Kenobi says carefully. “Quinlan, would you like to take a seat?”

He hops the back of an armchair in a way that earns him a long-suffering, fond sigh. Quinlan grins encouragingly. “So, do I get to know what this is about?”

“I’m having trouble keeping it out of the Force, but at least I can do that,” Skywalker mutters. He does not lift his head. “I can’t control the scent stuff.”

“Yeah,” Quinlan says, because he’s not sure what else to say. “Do you want me to go get Tano? Might make you feel better.”

Skywalker just whines, high and pained, and tries to curl impossibly closer to Kenobi.

“Anakin,” Kenobi tries. “Anakin, do you want me to explain?”

“I want my--” Skywalker cuts himself off with a choking noise, and then keens. It’s a very omega noise, in the sense that his vocal cords can make it, and non-omegas have trouble mimicking it, and it makes Quinlan want to go over and do his best to fix things in whatever way he can.

(This, everyone is finding, is the truly awkward element to having Skywalker and Kenobi around. They don’t have any experience with controlling their ternary sex instincts, and it makes everyone else react poorly when they do, well, almost anything. They can’t be blamed, considering exactly how inconvenient this is for them, as well, but it’s not a great time for anyone.)

Quinlan tries to keep his own scent pleasant and calm, as soothing as he can make it through the blockers. He doesn’t think it works. “Your what?”

“His wife,” Kenobi says. “Because apparently that was the other way he broke the Code.”

“I looked her up,” Skywalker moans, dramatic as anyone. “She’s already mated and married, in this timeline. To that artist. She’s totally happy and she’s never met me and I’m never gonna be able to work with or around her because I won’t be able to act normal about it and I miss her.”

‘A lot of feelings‘ Kenobi mouths at Quinlan over Skywalker’s head.

“Well, at least it explains the position you’re in,” Quinlan tries to joke. The blank look he gets from Kenobi tells him clearly that the joke didn’t land. “Uh, scenting at the neck like that.”

“Inappropriate?” Kenobi hazards a guess. He doesn’t pull Skywalker away.

“Sort of,” Quinlan says. “You’re family, or as good as, so between that and the need for comfort, nobody’s really going to judge you for it, especially given your backgrounds, but that kind of prolonged neck-scenting for comfort is something kids outgrow in pre-adolescence. It’s only really used for either comfort for extreme emotions, like this, or, uh, between lovers. Post-coital, or during foreplay before, you know, mouths get involved.”

Kenobi grimaces. “Lovely. And what do you mean by ‘of our backgrounds’ in this case? That we have less control, or another factor?”

He doesn’t sound offended. Quinlan appreciates that. “You didn’t have ten years to get that comfort. It’s like... touch starvation, but for scenting. Anyone who knows what’s going on with you, even in the vague sense that doesn’t involve dimensional travel, is going to give you leeway on scenting because you didn’t have that, growing up.”

Kenobi’s grimace doesn’t go away until Skywalker’s breath hitches, hand curling in his master’s robes. “Anakin?”

“I don’t like feeling like this,” Skywalker mutters. “It sucks.”

“I know.”

“And we can’t delay the war much longer, and she was one of the only reasons I stayed even kinda sane through it.”

“I know, Anakin,” Kenobi sighs, running a hand through Skywalker’s hair and, awkwardly as anything, pressing a small kiss to the young man’s forehead. “You’ll have other ways to de-stress this time around. Maybe you’ll actually attend your meditative retreats.”

Skywalker huffs out a breath, in a laugh wet with what might be burgeoning tears. “Shut up.”

“I think you’ve known me far too long to think I’ll ever run out of words,” Kenobi says. He meets Quinlan’s eyes again, but before either of them can communicate about whether Quinlan should leave, Skywalker lurches to his feet, muttering something about a shower.

He’s gone before Kenobi can get more than two words out, and the man is left looking ruffled and confused by his former padawan’s sudden departure. He stays watching the door, and slowly wilts in a way that doesn’t speak well for his state of mind. The man sighs and drops his head into his hands, cradling it with his elbows on his knees, and whatever calm he’d had fades into pure stress, the air curdling with the smell of it.

Quinlan waits, unsure of how to handle this; Kenobi’s Quinlan Vos probably would have known how to deal with the change.

“What am I doing?” Kenobi breathes out, the words almost inaudible from behind his hands.

There are a few moments for Quinlan to consider the many complications and ramifications of getting involved, and then he decides to do so anyway. He stands up and steps around the caff table, and sits down next to Kenobi. He wraps an arm around the man’s shoulders, and brings him in close.

“You don’t have to do this,” Kenobi says, though he makes no move to pull away. “I know you don’t... this is just an obligation. The Council assigned you to gather information and keep an eye out for us in terms of the whole omega thing, since you already shared my heat, and... I know I’m not a friend to you. You barely know me, and the fact that you have to look out for me is something that truly grates. Such care shouldn’t...”

Quinlan waits for him to finish, but he doesn’t.

“I won’t say that they didn’t give me that assignment, because that would be a lie and you’d know it,” Quinlan says. “But I do want to be friends with you. We’re sort of there, already, even if that’s mostly you knowing my other self, and my psychometry, but I’ve seen what a friendship with you could be like, in what you let me see. We’ll never have that same dynamic, because I didn’t grow up with you, and the ternary sex adds an element that changes things, but I do want to be your friend.”

He hesitates, unsure if the rest will make things worse or better, but says it anyway. “As for taking care of you, looking out for you... I do feel a need to do that on an instinctual level, yes, but I can ignore it. It’s an instinct, but one that I, like everyone else that’s grown up as a human or near human in this galaxy, can work around. I am doing more than the minimum the Council requested, and it’s because I do actually like you as a person, and want to know you better.”

Kenobi’s head is resting on his shoulder by this point, tired and heavy, and Quinlan reaches up to brush his knuckles against the beard without looking. His blockers are still keeping his scent down, but the contact seems to make Kenobi relax more. His hands are mostly laced together, and falling into the dip between their legs.

“There’s a way I can help, but it’s, ah... not inherently sexual in nature, but generally only done by those whose relationship is already some degree of sexual,” Quinlan tells him. “To make you feel better, less stressed.”

“I’m assuming you’re not suggesting an orgasm,” Kenobi mutters, dry as anything. He laughs when Quinlan puts a hand on his knee.

“Not exactly feeling it,” Quinlan agrees. He squeezes Kenobi’s knee, and then says, “No, it’s mostly scenting in a way that’s usually only done by lovers; it’s more effective, but very intimate in a way many find uncomfortably sexual, because the amount of tongue involved is very reminiscent of foreplay.”

Kenobi laughs, a little harder, and nuzzles a little. He doesn’t seem aware of the fact that he’s doing it. “Alright, then.”

“I’d also suggest moving to one of the nests,” Quinlan says, and Kenobi immediately freezes. He gives it a moment, and then says, “I know you found it helpful after your heat, Kenobi. The nesting instinct is human here. It’s not shameful. There are people who don’t get anything out of it, but I’ve seen you nesting, and it’s good for you.”

Kenobi shudders and Quinlan thinks he might be fighting down a whine. “It’s a change, Quin. I mean, Quinlan. It’s... it’s just another thing out of many that’s different.”

“And one of the few you have control over?” Quinlan guesses. He tries to purr for support when Kenobi nods against his shoulder, and he thinks the deep rumble is soothing to Kenobi. “I get that.”

“Don’t stop,” Kenobi mutters, and Quinlan can guess he’s blushing about it.

“Into the nest,” Quinlan mutters. “It’ll help convince Skywalker to use it, and he really needs that kind of comfort.”

That’s the line of logic that actually works, and Quinlan isn’t the least bit surprised.

“Fine,” Kenobi sighs, and gets to his feet before Quinlan can offer to carry him or something similarly joking. The man walks to the communal nest at the edge of the room, and then looks down into the barely-used mess of blankets and pillows in the floor divot like he doesn’t even know how to get in.

Quinlan thinks there might be dust, even.

Fine. He can work with that. He’s taken this duo on as a project of his own free will, and he’s damn well going to follow through.

“Want to rearrange it?” he asks, in hopes that he can prompt Kenobi into figuring out what’s wrong.

“I don’t... know,” Kenobi says, frowning in a way that’s more worried and uncomfortable than angry. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Quinlan considers it, thinks of how the dust means nobody’s been here, that there’s not even a hint of scent, and then turns and grabs the throw pillows and thick, woven blanket from the couch.

“Wait,” Kenobi protests. “They don’t--”

“We can put them back later,” Quinlan assures him. He holds them out to Kenobi. “Trust me? I may not be an omega, but I do know enough of the theory.”

Kenobi takes the pillows and the blanket, stares down at them and then at the nest, and steps out of his slippers and into the nest. The layer already there is thin, and likely not doing much for anyone, but it’s the bare minimum and Quinlan can work with that.

He turns and scouts the room for spare fabrics, grabs all three of the outer robes from where they hang by the door, and the recently-used dishtowel that only barely carries Skywalker’s scent, and brings them to Kenobi.

“The robes aren’t clean!” Kenobi protests.

“I could grab something from your room instead,” Quinlan says. “Or you could just leave the hems on the outside. But you need more fabric that actually smells like someone.”

Quinlan wonders, idly, if Kenobi would have this kind of reaction to the suggestion without omega instincts at play, or if it’s just the instincts and he doesn’t realize, or maybe that he’s decided to let the instincts happen since Quinlan’s pushed him into nesting already anyway. The man had insisted in perfectly pressing his robes from the beginning, long before their bodies had had a chance to change, and Skywalker had found it normal, so it’s probably, at least a little, just the man’s personality. It probably doesn’t matter, overall, because all Quinlan has to do is sit at the edge of the nest until Kenobi--the person who actually lives here--is done arranging things.

Quinlan takes off another two layers and offers them, noting out loud that he can get them back later when Skywalker can fill in the gaps or something before too many protests can be voiced. Kenobi hesitantly takes them and tucks them in among his own additional layers. Quinlan’s seen enough communal nests to know that most of the placements are odd and not going to work out long-term, but that’s not the point right now. The point is getting Kenobi to recognize the his body, and more importantly, his mental health, rely at least somewhat on nesting now.

“Are you going to come in?” Kenobi asks, belatedly realizing Quinlan’s still outside the lip of the flooring divot.

“Not without permission,” Quinlan says, and sees the realization flicker in.

Kenobi holds out a hand, silent, and Quinlan lets himself get tugged in among the half-stale, half-new nest. It’s not great, but that’ll come with practice. He tucks himself around Kenobi, and rubs at the man’s arms in an attempt to ease some of the tension that’s clinging to every line of his body.

“What now?” Kenobi asks, just a shade more quiet than Quinlan thinks is really required by the situation.

“A lot of the stress you’re feeling is a feedback loop from being covered in your own distress scent,” Quinlan says. “You can shower to handle that, which is what Skywalker is doing, or you can manually remove it.”

“I’d imagine a wet towel,” Kenobi says, a touch wry, “but given that you mentioned tongue earlier, I’m guessing you intend to lick it away?”

“It’s more effective,” Quinlan admits. “Not at removing the scent, necessarily, but it removes enough to help while also generating comfort and relaxation hormones from the close contact, and being scented by a trusted individual.”

“Makes sense,” Kenobi admits. “You, ah, use scent blockers usually, right? Can you, er, scent me?”

Quinlan can see just how much Kenobi dislikes using the words. He tries to keep it quick. “I use a cream blocker over my scent glands, namely at the neck and wrists, since the rest are covered in fabric. It’s... well, it can be wiped off, or also removed orally. Most manually-applied blockers are formulated to be safe for contact with the mouth or genitals. Only really gets to be a problem if there are rare allergies or with specific species. It doesn’t taste like anything, if that matters.”

Kenobi’s discomfort is almost palpable, but Quinlan lets him work through that. This isn’t really something he can make a choice for Kenobi about, and the discomfort is... well, it’s not really the kind of discomfort usually associated with ternary sex and associated behaviors. Everything’s just very new, and comes with changes to the body that Kenobi never agreed to.

“Right,” Kenobi says. “I want to... to at least try it, I think.”

He turns and blushes, eyes anywhere by Quinlan’s face. “I don’t know how much longer Anakin will be. I’d rather he not think we’re, er...”

“Then I’ll take care of that part fast,” Quinlan promises, and is rewarded by Kenobi offering a wrist.

It’s... not sexual. Quinlan knows he has a hard time explaining this to near-humans that don’t have the scent glands, that don’t have the ternary dynamics. He’s had a similarly hard time explaining it to Kenobi and Skywalker. It’s not sexual, just intimate, when he pulls Kenobi’s wrist to his face, closes his eyes, and breathes in the scent of a distressed, uncomfortable, bitter omega that he’s shared a heat with and knows as almost-friend. The smell, this close and this strong, triggers the production of pheromones of his own, and when he feels Kenobi tentatively start pressing kisses to Quinlan’s own wrist, he relaxes. He brushes his lips against Kenobi’s wrist, and then puts his open mouth to it, the slightest press of teeth and his tongue laving across the skin. He hears Kenobi’s gasp, an almost-yelp, and pulls away long enough to press a kiss the the veins under his lips, and to say, “Relax, Kenobi.”

He forces a purr out, low and rumbling, and feels it work on Kenobi just like it did earlier. There’s a tongue pulling, a little dry, to rub away the blocker on the inside of his wrist, and he turns his attention back to Kenobi’s. The scent is even stronger on his tongue, bitter and unhappy, and his body continues to produce calm and comfort as he pulls away the uglier feelings painted on Kenobi’s skin.

More pheromones leak under his mouth, but less bitter. Less intense. He does what he can, opens his eyes and turns and sees that Kenobi is unduly focused on his wrist, mouthing and not quite purring, but oddly fuzzy in the Force. His eyes are closed, but Quinlan’s pretty sure they’d be glazed if not.

“Kenobi?”

“Hm?”

“Guess you haven’t encountered this outside of a heat before,” Quinlan mutters. He shakes his arm a bit, and puts his other hand on Kenobi’s shoulder. “Kenobi, hey, look at me?”

Kenobi pulls away, blinking, and then makes a face. “That...”

“Didn’t like losing control?” Quinlan guesses. The answer is clear enough. “It’s a matter of practice, especially for you.”

“Why did I... it smelled and tasted like... like I was safe,” Kenobi mutters lowly, eyes on the nest instead of on Quinlan. “I’ve never associated any sense with safety other than the Force.”

“You trust me,” Quinlan says, as if that’s not a little terrifying in its own way. He already knew that Kenobi trusted him, but he thinks that this strong of a reaction might make him Kenobi’s most trusted person after Skywalker and maybe Tano. “And since you trust me, your body subconsciously takes cues from mine, when it comes to pheromones. I project comfort and safety, and your body takes it as... not fact, but affirmation.”

“So I won’t react to anyone like this,” Kenobi says, not quite begging for Quinlan to confirm, but close to it. “Just you, and... does that same logic apply to those who aren’t Alpha designation?”

“Yeah,” Quinlan says. “Not in the same way, but familiarity and trust does affect which pheromones affect you, and how strongly. Children are largely unresponsive to aggression pheromones from their parents, by default, since their minds process it as aggression in defense of them, rather than aggression at them.”

Kenobi purses his lips, but nods and looks at Quinlan’s other wrist. “Moving on?”

“If you’re okay with it,” Quinlan says, but he brings his cleaned wrist to Kenobi’s and rubs them together until his own comfort scent is covering up what’s left of the distress. “Take a smell at that and see how you feel.”

Kenobi eyes him warily--he’s pretty sure he hasn’t done anything to deserve that, but allows it because, well, Kenobi--and sniffs at his own wrist. His brow furrows in confusion, and he sniffs again.

“Good?” Quinlan hazards.

“I... yeah,” Kenobi says. He sounds as confused as he looks. “I like it. It’s... the safe thing, again, but mixing with me?”

“That’s how it’s supposed to feel,” Quinlan assures him. “Other wrist?”

If he were actually the friend that Kenobi had grown up with, if he’d actually had a Kenobi to grow up with, he thinks he might have thrown in a few joking pet names by now.

But he’s not, and they didn’t, so he won’t.

He thinks he hears Skywalker finish up in the shower, but Kenobi pulls his mouth to the neck, and mutters that they have some time while Skywalker does something to his hair. Apparently, there are products needed for those curls.

The angle’s going to be a little uncomfortable if they try to get at each other’s scent glands simultaneously, so Quinlan suggests that Kenobi handle getting the blocker off first.

“Why?”

“More convenient,” Quinlan says, and then clasps Kenobi’s hands so their wrists rub together. He squeezes, just a little, a touch of reassurance, and smiles and tilts his head. “All yours, Kenobi.”

The man smiles, brittle, and almost giggles. Maybe Quinlan was doing something oddly similar to his counterpart from Kenobi’s dimension. Maybe it was an inside joke he didn’t know. It doesn’t matter, because Kenobi’s leaning in and mouthing along Quinlan’s neck and throat like a man possessed a half-second later.

Quinlan closes his eyes and threads a hand into Kenobi’s hair, focuses on warmth and comfort and protection, rather than anything aroused. Kenobi slows down, lapping at Quinlan’s neck and inhaling, and in the Force he radiates confusion.

“That’s it,” Quinlan mutters, and Kenobi makes a low chirruping noise that he immediately stifles with an annoyed huff. “Hey, no, those are normal. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“I want control over my own body, Quin,” Kenobi mutters, and switches to the other side. He rubs his face against Quinlan’s neck, and it’s another point on the list of things Kenobi does that he might not realize are based in newer instincts. “I don’t like something being wrong with me, and not understanding what it is.”

“Nothing is wrong with you,” Quinlan mutters, using the hand in Kenobi’s hair to guide him into actually removing the scent blocker instead of donating a case of beard burn. “Even going as fast as you did just now wasn’t something wrong. Your instincts got a bit confused, that’s all. You’re fine.”

He purrs until Kenobi is done, and gets that chirruping noise again. Kenobi’s still annoyed about it, but Quinlan’s just happy he’s getting less uncomfortable about it.

“Okay, sit up and turn around,” Quinlan says, and Kenobi eyes him again. “Have I steered you wrong yet?”

“No.”

“So trust me,” Quinlan urges. “Just turn around.”

Kenobi does. Quinlan sits up and rearranges his legs so there’s one on either side of Kenobi, half-bent. He pulls the other man closer, blankets folding oddly beneath them, and wraps his arms around Kenobi’s waist.

He breathes for a moment, chin hooked over Kenobi’s shoulder, and asks, “Good?”

“Oddly so, yes,” Kenobi mutters. He might be blushing. “Er, should I... do anything?”

“Hands on mine, if you’d like,” Quinlan tells him. “We can lie back down and spoon after I clean up your left.”

The noise Kenobi makes is low, affronted in a way that speaks to his ongoing embarrassment. Quinlan ignores it, just gets to work taking away as much of Kenobi’s stress scent as he can, mouthing along the man’s neck and managing a purr that isn’t even forced. It rumbles out of him unprompted, his hindbrain piecing together the relaxing omega in his lap and the safety of the Temple and the pride he’s got in doing this right, the knowledge that Kenobi’s happier than he was an hour ago and it’s all Quinlan’s doing.

He rubs his face along Kenobi’s neck as he finishes up, scenting and being scented back, and is gratified when Kenobi starts purring too. The nuzzling is mostly soft, though Quinlan’s stubble is nothing to Kenobi’s beard; the hairs trap Quinlan’s scent where it’ll do the most good. He follows a hint of mischievous intent and tugs at Kenobi’s earlobe with his teeth, earning himself a little whine. He laughs, and licks the curve of Kenobi’s ear, immediately scenting further.

“Anakin’s going to be back soon,” Kenobi says, sounding almost sleep drunk.

Quinlan switches sides and guides them both down to lie, chest to front, in the nest. He works more slowly on the other side, keeps himself propped up on his elbow, forearm slipped neatly under Kenobi’s neck. The scent gland at Quinlan’s wrist rests under Kenobi’s nose, right where it’ll have the most effect. His other hand rubs up and down Kenobi’s side, and by the time Skywalker reenters the room, Quinlan’s done with licking the stress off and rubbing his scent into anything he thinks will help. He’s lying fully on his side instead of having his head propped up, and just doing his best to spread comfort through the room through Force and smell. He maybe nibbles at the back of Kenobi’s neck, here and there, because the man has lothcat response, and

“Guys?”

“Over here, Skywalker.”

The kid--not really a kid, but younger than Aayla, still, so he counts--rounds the couch, and sees them among the added cloaks and pillows and blanket. He stares. Kenobi starts to stiffen back up.

Quinlan increases his purring, and rubs his face against Kenobi’s neck, and glares up at Skywalker for good measure. Kenobi can’t see past Quinlan, probably, and squirms. Skywalker tilts his head, and then puts up a finger in a ‘one moment’ sort of gesture. He runs off.

“Anakin--”

“Kid’s fine,” Quinlan assures him, and Skywalker skids back into the room at unsafe speeds, arms full of what Quinlan’s pretty sure are his own duvet and pillow, and falls face-first into the nest. Kenobi jerks back into Quinlan, but Skywalker ignores this in favor of rearranging the nest into something approaching functional. He’s better at it than Kenobi.

Quinlan’s pretty sure Skywalker was more open to these things from the start. It tracks.

“Now Anakin, really,” Kenobi sputters, as Skywalker finishes layering things in the way he thinks is best. Skywalker beams at him, earlier melancholy forgotten for the moment, and flops down to drop his head somewhere near Kenobi’s chest.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” Skywalker says. “This is good for you.”

Kenobi blushes, and Quinlan scrapes his teeth against the back of his neck again.

“Quinlan!” Kenobi yelps, jolting. “Not--we’re not alone!”

“Helps you calm down, though,” Quinlan says, pressing a few close-mouthed kisses at Kenobi’s hairline.

“Different cultural standards,” Skywalker adds, half-guessing but sure of himself nonetheless. He seems entirely too delighted to be here. “You know what? We should invite Ahsoka.”

“She’s not your padawan here,” Kenobi scolds.

“Yet,” Skywalker corrects. “As soon as I get all my psych evals cleared, the Council’s going to promise. She’s basically my padawan already.”

Kenobi sighs, aggrieved in a manner that feels more fond than actually upset, in the Force, and places a hand lightly on Skywalker’s.

Skywalker chirrups and wriggles closer, pressing his face to Kenobi’s tunic with a smile.

“I see someone’s feeling better,” Kenobi notes, and moves his hand up to play with Skywalker’s hair. “The shower helped?”

“Mm-hm,” Skywalker says. “’nd some of the stuff they made me learn in therapy.”

Kenobi hums low in his throat, an aimless vocalization, as he continues to comb his fingers through Skywalker’s hair.

Skywalker blinks, slow and bleary, with a soft and dopey smile, and Kenobi stops.

“What?”

“I like it when you play with my hair,” Skywalker says, almost too low to hear. His eyes close. “Feels nice. Cared for. Family.”

Kenobi freezes, breath hitching, and Quinlan shifts and lifts just enough to see the man is staring at his own hand in confusion and a slight bit of fear.

“Kenobi?”

“I didn’t even question it,” Kenobi says faintly. “I don’t... I haven’t done that since he was just a child, but I didn’t even question it. I stopped myself from commenting that he’s too old to come to his master for cuddles, because he’s not, in this dimension, and I’m getting used to that, but I started playing with his hair like it was normal and it’s not.”

Quinlan puts his mouth to Kenobi’s trapezius, just enough pressure that he’s not biting, just there, and purrs.

It’s several inches away from anything resembling a mating bite, but Kenobi tilts his head and whines anyway.

“Obi-Wan?” Skywalker prompts, brow furrowed. “It’s not... I mean, I’m not going to say it’s okay, since I know we’re both still upset about our bodies being changed without our permission or input or even a warning, but we’re getting used to it. We’re working with it. The hair thing is fine with me, I like it and would have before. And now that you know you’ll want to do, uh, that sort of thing--”

“Subset of grooming behaviors,” Quinlan tells them, pulling away from Kenobi’s neck with a final open-mouthed kiss. He sees the face Skywalker makes in response to the words, and feels Kenobi’s discomfort, so he elaborates. They’ve compared most of what they hear with tookas and lothwolves, so he thinks he knows what this is about. “We’re not exactly going to start licking each other clean--excluding scent comfort, that’s different--like lothcats, but you’ve already noticed that humans and near-humans are more tactile than you’re used to. Most forms of care, especially of partners and children, ends up physical in some way.”

He gestures between the two of them. “You view Skywalker as family, for all that you shy away from defining it, and so naturally gravitate to care. The easiest way for that to manifest when sharing a nest is usually playing with someone’s hair. Since he’s younger than you, and you’ve spent as much time as you have being the adult in his life...”

Quinlan trails off before he can comment on the question of whether they’re closer to brothers or father-and-son. Kenobi’s already expressed discomfort with that topic, well before they started naturalizing to this dimension. Quinlan’s not going to push for Kenobi to acknowledge Skywalker’s importance to him.

(They’ll have to address it at some point, but that’s a job for the mind healers, not for Quinlan.)

(For all that it’s going to impact and be impacted by their dynamics, that much is definitely not Quinlan’s to handle.)

Kenobi shudders in his arms, but doesn’t shake him off, and doesn’t stop Skywalker from burrowing somehow closer. Quinlan settles back in as Kenobi returns to playing with Skywalker’s hair.

“We really should invite Ahsoka, though.”

“Not tonight, padawan.”

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I initially wrote “ternary gender,” but found that it didn’t strike true to how I envisioned gender and dynamic playing out among Jedi culture in particular. While the term ‘dynamic’ is used regularly in a more casual setting, Quinlan uses the term “ternary sex” when talking about it in the company of Anakin and Obi-Wan. I view it as a subconscious attempt to keep a clinical view of the ternary sex system present in the omegaverse dimension, in recognition that it’s new and unfamiliar and often unpleasant for Anakin and Obi-Wan, having come from a dimension that doesn’t have ternary sexes or the associated reproductive capabilities, instincts, or cycles.

I’d like to explore how the ideas of sex, gender, dynamic, and so on intersect within the context of this universe, because I think it’s something I’d have a lot of fun working with, but this is not the fic for that.

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