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Last song: Something In The Way by Nirvana (I’ve been listening to Nirvana for ages now which is the first time I’ve listened to them for a prolonged period of time since I was like 15 or 16, so, that says a lot about where I am mentally and emotionally rn...)
Last movie: Olivia (1951) for the billionth time this year since first seeing it in like June or July. Though soon I feel I will have to confront that terrible Rebecca remake (dw, I’m planning to make a point about it in a presentation for uni about what a bad adaptation is vs a good one, etc.).
Currently watching: The Office U.S. (again, for the upteenth time)
Currently reading: Les Feux de la mémoire by Edwige Feuillère <3
(and a ton of German stuff for uni but I’m not getting into that bc that it will only anger me. But I’m reading also some articles and journals about Irish theatre in the 1920s for History research and it’s really interesting! But do check out Les Feux! Edwige is really talented in evoking the reader’s emotions, I feel. And I’m fully aware I won’t shut up about this book or this woman but it’s all worth my hyping, I swear!)
Currently craving: to just fucking run away from all responsibility and start afresh and just focus on what makes me happy, like writing and being creative. And live freely in the wilderness but also in London and Paris simultaneously.
Tagging: @mirandasinclairs, @jazz-vampire, @pleasureinviolence, @mscarolinebingley, @little-miss-scare-all666 , @the-lady-vampire, @siegeperilousgalahad, @sonybuzz42 , @cafeomancer, and anyone else who would like to do this!! As always, no pressure to do it if you don’t want to! <3
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Quid Pro Quo
Wow I’ve been out of it this week, I completely forgot about posting anything last Friday or Tuesday. Sorry! Here’s a HonoUmi.
Summary: Honoka makes Professor Umi an illicit offer.
Also on Ao3
If pressed, Umi Sonoda would, reluctantly, admit to being familiar with pornography. She didn’t think of herself as a… fan of porn, and if anything, she tended to avoid it, but… well, she wasn’t completely chaste. She had… urges sometimes, and didn’t usually have a partner, so she… well, the important thing was, she was… aware of porn, and how it usually played out. As such, she was familiar with the classic cliches, although some of them only really from pop cultural osmosis rather than actually seeing any pornography featuring them. The plumber, there to “clean out pipes”. The pizza delivery driver and the mysteriously destitute recipient with a scheme for an alternate payment plan. The handsome gardener or pool boy and the bored rich woman.
And, of course, the all time classic.
“Isn’t there something you could do to raise my grades, Professor Sonoda?” the brazen girl said, pouting in an exaggerated fashion and leaning forward to accentuate her modest cleavage. “I’ll do… anything…” She tugged down her shirt a little to flash the lacey black strap of her bra.
Umi closed her eyes and massaged her temples with the tips of her fingers..
Honoka Kousaka, was overall, far from the worst student that Umi had ever had. She showed up to class, she was almost never disruptive, and, for the most part, she engaged with the course and put forth effort towards completing it. Already, passing even that basic bar put her above no end of problem children that somehow hadn’t left their bad attitudes behind in compulsory education and managed to drag them all the way into Umi’s undergrad course. But while Honoka was not Umi’s worst student, she was far from the best. She got distracted fairly often, frequently forgot homework or rushed to complete it right before Umi collected it, and struggled with many aspects of the material. As such, she was failing the course. Only barely, but nonetheless, she was definitely at risk of losing the credits.
And apparently, she had decided that rather that studying more or spacing out less, the best way out of this situation was attempting to seduce her professor.
“Oh, please, professor,” Honoka said. “You can call me Honoka.”
“...Miss Kousaka,” Umi said, opening her eyes and pinning Honoka in place with a glare. “Let me ask you a question. What, exactly, do you imagine would happen if a highschool teacher was to sleep with one of their students?”
“Um,” Honoka said. “I mean, they’d go to jail, probably? But I’m not underage-”
“What if the highschooler was eighteen?” Umi interrupted.
“Then it’d be okay?” Honoka said, hesitantly.
“Wrong,” Umi said. “They’d be fired. On top of that, they’d be blacklisted. Absolutely barred from teaching again, ever. Even if their partner was consenting and of legal age, they still might face legal troubles, and they’d be publicly reviled. Violating the trust invested in a teacher to hold power over those younger than them and abusing that power for sexual gratification is vilified extensively, and for good reason.”
“Um,” Honoka said.
“Do you know how many years of education it takes to become a professor?” Umi continued.
“Um,” Honoka said, again. “Like, four? For a degree?”
“Eight,” Umi said. “At minimum. To even qualify. And no school hires a professor right out of school. You need years of teaching experience to even get an interview. Do you imagine, Miss Kousaka, that the pay for a professor is competitive with other fields that require such extensive qualification?”
“The answer is no,” Umi said. “Teaching is many things, but it is not a fast track to fame or fortune. It is something you do because you believe it is important.”
Umi’s glare intensified, and Honoka drew back a little, wilting under Umi’s thunderous expression.
“So what you should be asking yourself,” Umi said, her voice hard, dripping with barely restrained fury. “Is whether you think that your little illicit offer of quid-pro-quo sex work is worth the more than ten years of my life it took to get this position.”
Honoka slowly straightened up and pulled her shirt back into place.
“Hmph.” Umi looked back down at her papers. “If you leave me your email, I’ll send you a review packet for the course and a guide to school-approved tutors. Is there anything else, Miss Kousaka?”
“No, professor,” Honoka mumbled.
“Then I’ll see you on Thursday,” Umi said.
A Master’s Love
Summary: The reader has anxiety and she has an attack and Obi finds out and he just gives her love and helps her out.
Warnings: Anxiety attack.
Parings: Obi Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Female!Reader (Platonic), Commander Cody x Padawan!Female!Reader (Romantic)
Words Count: 1.1k Words
A/N: This took longer than expected, but yep.
Obi Wan was walking through the hallways of the Negotiator in search of his Padawan, Y/N, a stunning and strong young woman who has seen more than she should have at the age of nineteen. The Negotiator was silent, after all, most of the troopers were sleeping, that included his Commander, which meant he could have a nice chat with Y/N without Cody hearing, except they decided to have late night… Activities.
Obi Wan rounded the last corner to Y/N’s quarters in hopes she was there, and his suspicions were confirmed when he felt her force signature coming from inside her bedroom, but It wasn’t her usual signature, this one was scared, sad and…. anxious, and that was when it struck him, Y/N was having an anxiety attack.
Walking quickly towards Y/N’s room, Obi Wan’s brain was racing about the possibilities of what could have triggered this attack, it wasn’t like her to get anxiety attacks out of nowhere, and the mission had gone spectacularly, with almost no casualties.
“Y/N/N.” Obi Wan said as he entered her room, and his heart broke at the sight, Y/N was shaking slightly, her knees up to her chest, and her hands were at the sides of her head, gripping it.
The Master walked over to his padawan and sat besides her, his hands coming up to grip her wrists softly and pulling them from her head slowly, after he got to take her hands off, he sat across from her while holding her hands, knowing that she didn’t like to be hugged during attacks.
“It’s okay Y/N/N, I’m here, you are not alone.” Obi Wan shushed Y/N softly, making her look up at him, her eyes glassy but no tears were streaming down her face, her breathing was still uneven.
“It’s okay, darling. Look at me and follow my breathing, okay?” Obi Wan said as he started to take deep slow breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out, Y/N followed his breathing and about five minutes later the attack had stopped.
Obi Wan looked into his padawan’s face with relieved yet worried eyes, he was happy Y/N had gotten through her attack, but he was still worried it would begin again or maybe it wasn't completely gone.
“I’m sorry, Master.” Y/N said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, and Obi Wan’s brows frown.
“Why?” He asked as he shifted closer to her, big rough hands still holding her smaller and softer ones in reassurance and comfort.
“For bothering you, you probably came to talk to me about something else and you ended up wasting time helping me.” She answered, head bowed as she looked at their hands, Obi Wan only frowned.
“Your wellbeing will never be a bother, Y/N. I didn’t come to talk about something else, I actually came to have a nice chat with you and check up on you. Cody told me he saw you a bit down but he had duties to fulfill and couldn’t come, so I took matters in my own hands and came to check up on you, and he was right, you are not okay, darling.” He said as he lifted one of his hands up to stroke her cheek in a fatherly way.
“I’ve been having nightmares, one is from the mission two weeks ago, when you almost died, the other one is the same but instead of you it’s Cody.” Y/N’s lower lip trembling as she speaks, a small tear making its way down her cheek, which Obi wiped.
“Oh, darling. Come here.” Obi Wan said as he spread his arms open so his padawan could nestle between them like a small bird on its mother’s wings, and when she did, she started crying as if her life depended on it.
“Shhhh, I’m not leaving any time soon, dearest. You are practically my daughter, and I don’t plan on leaving you any time soon.” Obi Wan shushed her, one of his hands stroking the back of her head.
They stayed like that for what seemed a lifetime before Y/N calmed down, and once she calmed, they stayed hugging on the floor, peace and paternal and daughterly love surrounding them in a perfect mix that washed every negative feeling away.
After a while, Y/N started to feel her eyes heavy, the physical exhaustion from the past few days plus the emotional exhaustion catching up with her. Obi Wan noticed this, slowly accommodating her in his lap in a better way to fall asleep in.
“Sleep, young one.” Obi Wan said as he wrapped Y/N on his cloak as he hugged her, the wide sleeves big enough to be a blanket themselves..
“Will you stay with me, Master? I don’t want to be alone. I do not want to be alone in case I have another nightmare.” Y/N said, sleep dripping from her voice, and Obi Wan couldn’t say no, this was his padawan and eldest daughter-like figure, and she was asking him to stay because she was afraid.
“Of course, dearest. Do you want me to stay even if Cody comes?” He asked in case his future action affected her in not a positive way.
Y/N just nodded against him, “Yes, please. I feel safer when I have you both around, besides, It would feel amazing to have both of your presences close, they are calming.” She answered, her head moving to rest on the crook of Obi Wan’s neck.
A soft hum came from Obi Wan as he stroked her back, calming her and lulling her to sleep, reminding her he was here and was not leaving. The moment Y/N’s breathing evened and her fore signature showed she was asleep, the door of her room slided open, revealing a tired Cody with roses on his gloved right hand, his helmet under his left arm.
“Did you get her to tell you what was wrong?” He whispered as he closed the door, setting helmet down on the table that was by the door alongside the flowers as he saw Y/N sleeping.
“Mhm, and now I can say that all she needs is us by her side, her father figure and her boyfriend.” Obi Wan said as he lifted Y/N up and laid her on the bed, laying next to her. Cody smailed gentely before removing his armor and laying next to Y/N, kissing her head softly before laying on his back.
“I guess you will be staying tonight, like the last time Y/N had that big nightmare.” Cody said, and Obi Wan nodded before closing his eyes.
Cody threw him a tired grin, “Goodnight, General”
Obi Wan returned the grin, “Goodnight, Cody.”
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