#step bros au

[gaily-daily-musings]

Below is a sequel snippet to my obikin step brothers fic here (x). Keep in mind it's just a draft and not fully fleshed out!

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Quinlan is back in town. It's been a while. Obi-Wan is happy to see his friend of course but he's not happy that it's coming on the tail end of his divorce. Quinlan has been very vocal about wanting them separate for quite a few years now. It's not a coincidence he's visiting now that Obi-Wan is “single” again.

Quin insists they go out for drinks. Obi-Wan can't think up a good enough excuse to avoid it. Also he genuinely does want to see Quinlan despite knowing what was coming.

They meet up and only get to talk and catch up for about 10 minutes before a woman comes up to their table. Quinlan grins. He introduces her to Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan is not amused.

Apparently Sarah had not known Obi-Wan was unaware she was coming. But he can't blame her for assuming the other half of her blind date would know about her. He kicks Quinlan under the table. It may be uncouth and a little juvenile but he can't seem to care at the moment. Anakin was rubbing off on him.

After some light, awkward banter Sarah leaves to go to the bathroom. He immediately rounds upon his so called best friend.

“I told you I was uninterested!” Obi-Wan hisses the second she's out of ear shot.

“Look I know you, Kenobi! You'd rather stew in your own misery than get up off your ass! Satine wasn't good for you and you refused to see it! I know exactly what you like! Sarah is the full package!”

Before he can respond he sees movement at the other end of the bar. It's Anakin. He's coming towards them with a reluctant Rex in tow behind him. Obi-Wan braces himself. He knew he shouldn't have told Anakin where he was going but the man would have thrown an absolute fit if he'd just disappeared on him. Besides, Anakin already knew Quinlan was in town and there was only one bar Obi-Wan liked to frequent.

“Oh hey! Fancy meeting you guys here!” Anakin says in a strained voice looking zero percent surprised to see them.

Rex looks at the floor in distraught.

“How's the date going?”

Obi-Wan frowns. How did he–? He looks at Quinlan who sighs loudly.

“That's what I get for asking your kid brother for blind date suggestions.”

Good lord.

Sarah comes back and Anakin introduces himself. He shakes her hand long and hard, squeezing tightly.

He forces Obi-Wan to scoot over and sits beside him with Rex on the end. Sarah sits beside Quinlan looking confused.

Anakin orders some drinks and starts getting drunk. Absolutely wasted. He slides closer to Obi-Wan who is trapped between Anakin and the wall. They still aren't out publicly. Just Anakin's friends knew about them.

At some point Anakin gets up to do some karaoke. Obi-Wan taps in the tabletop with nervous fingers.

Quinlan leans across the table. “Okay seriously, Rex get Anakin out of here! He's killing the vibe!”

“I can take him home!” Obi-Wan offers.

Quinlan frowns. “No! He found his way here and he can find his way back!”

Sarah looks uncomfortable. On stage Anakin is singing a love song loudly and quiet badly. He’s looking straight at Obi-Wan.

Sarah, to the surprise of no one, announces she has to get home and stands up to leave. Quinlan glares at Anakin. So much for being a good wingman.

Anakin comes to sit back down. He's found another drink and is chugging it.

“Alright I think that's enough.” Obi-Wan takes the glass and sets it down. “We should probably just head back–”

“You're leaving?!” Anakin looks horrified, suddenly on the verge of tears. “Please don't take her home! She won't fit in our bed!”

“She's already gone, Anakin! I'm not taking anyone home except you!”

Obi-Wan stands and cradles the now crying Anakin.

“I'll see you later Quin.”

Quinlan watches them go. He looks back at Rex.

“Okay don't take this the wrong way, but I think Anakin wants to fuck Obi-Wan.”

Rex takes a shot.

-

(Padme, 3 years ago)

“Where's Jessica?”

Anakin shrugs. “Dunno.”

“I thought you were bringing her?”

“We broke up,” he says unbothered.

“When?”

“Like…” he checks his phone. “20 minutes ago.”

Padme sighs. Typical Anakin behavior.

“Please don't tell me you did it over text again.”

Anakin blinks. He says nothing.

“You would think living with Obi-Wan would teach you some manners.” She shakes her head.

“Hey, I have manners!” Anakin collapses onto her dorm couch. He grabs an open bag of chips and starts eating them, getting crumbs everywhere. She rolls her eyes.

“I don't know how he puts up with you. If you kept bringing girls into my home every other week I'd have already kicked you out.”

“Jealous?” He wiggles his eyebrows. Unfortunately he still looks very handsome despite it all. Curse his beautiful face.

Padme doesn't deign that with a reply. It was too stupid.

“Anyway, I dont bring them over all the time,” Anakin says. “Only sometimes. Plus I have to put up with Satine so fair is fair.”

“Putting up with someone's wife and a parade of women are two very different things.”

“How so?”

Padme throws up her hands. “You're impossible!”

“You love me!”

(Present day)

As Anakin's oldest friend Padme knows his longest relationship lasted 4 months. It's been 11 now. Almost a year. Obi-Wan and Anakin argue as much as they always have. But now there's an underlying sexual tension that unnerves everyone who is caught in the vicinity.

Still, Anakin seems unbearably happy in a way she's never witnessed. He never truly took interest in any of his partners' hobbies or personalities. He talks about Obi-Wan even when he isn't there. Even though she doesn't get it, and perhaps never will, she's glad that he's happy at least.

It's crazy to think their friendship managed to survive. But Anakin was always good at groveling and it's not like Padme had been unaware of his reputation. She blamed him for what happened as much as herself.

All she wants now is for the chance to find someone as obsessed with her as those two clearly are for each other.

-

Bail runs into Obi-Wan at Whole Foods in the produce section. He greets him warmly. The other man was wearing a tight, maroon shirt which isn't necessarily odd but Bail was used to seeing him in button downs and sweaters.

The Organa’s are not gossipers but given that the wedding venue had been their house, it was hard to not want to pry into what had happened. To this day his wife doesn't seem convinced by the “just wanting to be friends” excuse. They all knew of Anakin's reputation. Plus, whenever they saw Padme in church after those first few weeks she would refuse to speak or look in Obi-Wan's direction. It didn't make any sense. Bail refused to ask though so they left it at that.

As they chat, Anakin comes up and throws cheetos and captain crunch cereal into the cart. He has a white shirt tied around his waist and a sucker in his mouth. Obi-Wan frowns and looks into the cart.

“Those are terrible for you.”

“I like snacks.” Anakin says around the lollipop.

“Then snack on some grapes or saltines!”

“Just because everything goes to your hips doesn't mean it goes to mine!”

Obi-Wan looks pointedly down at his waist. “I don't know you've been getting a little thicker lately.”

Anakin gapes. His brows turn down in indignation. There's an energy between them that Bail has only felt once before on the single game night he'd attended with the two before it got canceled indefinitely. It's an uncomfortable sort of tension that has him stepping back.

“I’ll uh…see you around Obi-Wan…” He hurries away, wondering what the hell that was about.

20 minutes later in the checkout aisle he spots Obi-Wan and Anakin in the lane across from him. They're still arguing. But Anakin is smirking and keeps looking at Obi-Wan's chin. Wait no. Not his chin his mouth. He's looking at his mouth. Obi-Wan angrily swipes the sucker out between Anakin's lips and chomps down on it.

“Sir?”

Bail startles, realizing it was his turn. He looks away from the duo and checks out. He's beginning to suspect why the wedding was called off.

-

Karate class

Yoda has been instructing the local community for 46 years now. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a top student. When he introduced his step brother 2 years ago it was quite the challenge. But Yoda delighted in challenges. The rowdy young Skywalker had truly blossomed. They were both top students in his class now. When they worked together they were nearly undefeated. He's quite proud.

But something has changed in the last few months. A closeness that defied the bond they previously had. It had evolved into something he didn't quite recognize at first. But after months of quiet observation it's finally become clear what has happened.

Truthfully it was none of his business what his students did when they went home. But he was definitely going to gossip to Mace about it after class today.

(He will be surprised to learn Father Mace knew since day one. Obi-Wan often came to confessional to confess his traitorous feelings for someone other than his wife. He did not ever speak the mysterious man's name but it was rather obvious from Mace's point of view. A young man with “sinful lips” a “sultry smile” and “messy bed hair that always looked ravaged” because of all the relations he was having with various women.

Father Mace has been living in hell for years and had Doubts™ when Anakin asked him to officiate his wedding with Padme. Obikin getting together has saved him from the daily confessions but at what cost????)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

with Luo Qingyang and Lou Binghe having the same last name I got start thinking of an au: like what if lbh was her little brother

tho what's funnier lbh in the mdzs universe or that means tlj is lou qingyangs dad in that au

I wanted to give this a genuine answer but I kept getting distracted by Lou Binghe...so...yeah.

[doctorsiren]

Can we see more full monster Phoenix I love angst

I have so much fun with these

[beens-on-toast]

That alternative universe. Where is Silco's whisky? Away with that bitch drink!

[bastionbibi]

"AITA for telling my 12-year-old son that i want to have a quick chat and then timing him field stripping a gun and refusing to let him go until he gets it done under 5 minutes?"

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Workout: Single Mom AU

Blake: (pulls into Yang’s driveway) Alright, Kela. We're here.

Kela: Mommy, we're here really early. Are you sure Yang is okay with that?

Blake: I'm sure she'll be just fine. Besides, we're here to surprise her.

-Rock/Metal music blasting and thumping from the garage along with the sound of crashing metal-

Yang: Alright! PR time, baby! Let's go!

Kela: What was that?

Blake: I'm almost to afraid to find out... (punches the code to the garage door and the door lifts)

Yang: (laying on a bench with a bar suspended above her with an almost comical amount of weights, slowly moving higher as Yang pushes. Hair is tied up, wearing an orange and black sports bra with matching spandex shorts, and black wrist wraps. All the muscles are drenched in sweat.)

Sun: (standing over Yang’s face in a pair of loose workout shorts and socks with his hands just under the bowing bar, abs on full display) Come on, ya blonde bitch! You got this! Push! Push!

Yang: (growling and grunting as she struggles to push the bar to full extension) Fffffffffffuck!

Sun: Come on, Xiao Long! You know I don't wear compression shorts when we workout! Don't make me t-bag you to get those last few inches!

Yang: (eyes flash red and the bar flies up and racks perfectly) You fucking t-bag me, and you'll be losing a few inches!

Sun: (jumps up excitedly) Woo! You made a PR! (Notices Blake and Kela) Oh, hey, Blake!

Yang: (bolts to an upright sitting position) Hey, Blake! Hey, Kela! I didn't hear you guys come in.

Blake: (Jaw dropped and blushing as she scours Yang’s exposed skin)

Kela: (jaw dropped as she stares starry eyed) Wooooooow!

Blake: (covers Kela's eyes) PUT SOME CLOTHES ON, BOTH OF YOU!!!

[ethanharmonia]

VOLO MY BELOVED RRHAHHRHHAHRHHAHEHHRHHRHRHRHHHH🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥

FINALLY MADE HIS REFERENCE SHEET BECAUSE MY BRAIN WOULDNT STOP MAKING FAKE SCENARIOS ABOUT HIM BEING EPIC RRRAHHHHH LEAVE ME ALONEEEE (giving info later cuz its late at night and im so tired, tumblr do not explode me again pls spare me)

DRAWING THAT ARCEUS HAIR OF HIS MADE ME FALL ON THE FLOOR AND COLLAPSE CUZ I STRUGGLED SO HARD TO DO IT RRAH I HATE HIM BUT I LOVE HIM HE IS MY WIFE

Some other versions cuz i felt like it huehueh

And some doodlers of him (the one on the top were supposed to be the first thing i made before making the references hhhhhh

(hold up i needa do smth imma give explanation later wait)

(listening to Fantasize by ariana grande made me extra gay for this man help me)

[paintedkinzy-88]

Hi, I don't know if anyone asked this question, if you don't want to answer I understand, but I read your fanfic 'tipping the scales' and 'winged multiverse' and I simply loved.🥺❤️

your fanfics are one of my favorites.

I saw that it's been a while since you updated (I'm not pressuring you, ever) I just wanted to know if you plan on continuing the story.

If not, I just want you to know, I loved your story, if you plan on continuing I will wait as long as it takes to read the end.

and another question, related to the previous topic, if Nightmare had discovered that he could transform into a dragon before the incident, would he have defended himself, or would the poor baby have been scared and not attacked?

Ahhh thank you! I’m glad you enjoy them! :D

None of it is officially abandoned, but TTS in particular will be seen again! I actually have most of the finale to the Violet chapters written out, it’s just one scene in particular that is bothering me. ;-; Hopefully I can get it out before the end of the year, but that’s a major maybe.

Oh lil Nightmare would have been WAY too confused to properly fight back. He’d have a way better chance though, that’s for sure. Get a few kicks and bites in there! But ultimately, it likely would have gone about the same, just with the people even MORE convinced he’s some demonic entity…

[cringefail-clown]

I'm sorry but I've been lying awake in bed thinking abt the fact that SOMEHOW Dave actually made TWINS with another person. I assume it's an ex wife situation but the point still stands

if it somehow calms your mind he doesnt even remember the person, he just one day heard a bell and when he opened the door BOOM twins jumpscare. probably with a note attached that said "you made it you deal with that"

[mariatesstruther]

okay but wait @bumblepony u GENIUS. you gave me an idea:

mariatommy step up au

in which pro-dancer maria miller is in desperate need of a waltz partner for the american dance championships. to her rescue comes tommy miller, the younger and more troublesome and secretly phenomenal swinging-dancing brother of famous ex swing-dancer, joel miller

guess what i did 😋 i made it long

so we start with pro-dancer maria miller as she wins as many dance titles as she possibly can, trying to prove to her mother that quitting law school for dance was worth it. she’s already been taking home a fuck ton of titles as a ballet and lyrical soloist, but lately she’s been interested in smooth forms of ballroom, like the waltz and tango

a good friend of hers, frank, has been her partner for three months, and they’ve been unbeatable so far. literally every competition she they shows up at, other dancers will groan and rolls their eyes like “aw come on bro this is unFAIR” because they already know who first place is going to: maria motherfucking miller. every goddamn time

then, four titles in and two months away from their biggest competition, frank tragically breaks an ankle doing some stupid gardening shit with bill. and it is exactly that: a tragedy. he’s maria miller’s partner, and now he can no longer be that. he might as well be a dead man

frank makes bill tell maria, both because it was his idea to have sex do work in the garden and because he’s too scared to. when he does, she cusses him out so bad that, for once in his life, he has no grumpy smartass response. maria is fucking pissed—because that entire competition, that title, that trophy is supposed to be fucking hers. they already have the perfect choreography, the perfect costumes, the perfect music, the perfect everything. she’s already made space on her awards wall for the crown, the sash, and three-their trophy. this is a batrayal, frank. how could he do this to her????? how could he?????

but maria miller does not dwell on problems: she fixes them. she has replace bill or withdraw from the competition—which she has never done in her entire life. withdrawing, like losing, is not an option. she needs another partner, and she needs one fast

of course homegirl tess would come through—her best friend, retired fellow dancer, and one of the most reputable talent managers in the region. maria calls tess hoping to get in touch with her ex-partner, joel miller, because she wants only the best. he’s known and respected in the dance world as an amazing swing dancer and phenomenal lead in partner-work—much to her chargrin, unfortunately, he’s not dancing anymore. he’s apparently too busy with a new baby, which—great, beautiful, kids are great—does not help her. maria needs someone available, someone good, and someone now

enter tommy miller 🤠 who maria is at first not even willing to consider, because he’s never danced competitively in his entire fucking life (“are you fucking with me, tess? are you trying to fuck with me? i thought we were past the point of fucking with eachother. i though we were friends.” she says, when tess tells her. she gets an eye-roll in response)

to his credit, tess tells her, he’s been dancing alongside his joel all his life. he’s watched him and learned from him and is apparently just as good—he’s even danced with tess, and he impressed her. this impressed maria. when she asks tess why he hasn’t done anything officially to actually prove himself, tess says he’s “not the competitive type,” which is a major turn-off. maria is more than the competitive type—she’s the competition entirely.

still, tess convinces her to give him a chance. they basically meets blind-date style because tess is just like “dude just trust me trust me TRUST ME. meet him at our studio on saturday and freestyle with him. one song. then tell me what you think”

so maria goes, and she waits. she’s dutifully ten minutes early, as she is to every rehearsal. what would be five minutes before their meet time, she hears the studio doors open behind her and lets herself be only a little pleased that he is early. then she turns around to him—and boy, is she very much so pleased

tommy is broad-shouldered and well-dressed and tall, but not too tall, and well-groomed for a man—especially with one with so much hair. my god, just this man have a beautiful head of hair. as admires him, she also appreciates that (aside from his audaciously hot suede fur-lined jacket and cowboy boots, lord help her), he look’s ready to dance: black loose muscle tank, black breathable joggers, and black sneakers held in his left hand. in his right hand, to her suprise, is a single red rose.

is he fucking with me? she immediately thinks. a rose. a fucking rose?

“what’s that for?”

“uh, the rose? it’s—,” he hesitates, clearly thrown off guard. somehow, with only three measly words, maria notices that his voice is nice and low and gravely and— “it’s for you, ma’am. you’re maria, right?” —southern and sexy and distracting. his voice is far too distracting. it will present problems for her.

“right. i’m maria,” she repeats, mostly to remind herself who she fucking is—maria fucking miller. maria miller, who does not get distracted by tall sexy cowboys at dance rehearsals. “you’re tommy?”

“yes, ma’am.” he has to stop. he has to stop with the ma’am thing. it’s another distractor.

no distractions. she’s at a rehearsal, albiet an unofficial trial one. it is still a rehearsal—one for a competition that she will win.

maria straightens her shoulders, gets her head on straight, and steels her voice to say coldly: “well, tommy, i don’t like flowers. i like trophies. you think you can get me one of those?”

at that, tommy smiles as bright as the sun, white and pearly and perfect. distraction number three. she’s fucked. “i reckon i can,” he says, amused and sure.

“then prove it,” she responds, voice still steely. “let’s dance.”

and they do

for @bumblepony for your amazing writing as always and @marceltheshellwithflipflopson for your loveliness and inspiration and @clickergossip wifey and @ameerawrites miss u baby and @liveandletcry23 MISS U CAT and @hypnotisedfireflies because the work youve been doing with IO????? INCREDIBLE????? its been making me want to get back to writing so bad

all my mariatommy truthers love u guys kiss kiss kiss

[galaxysodapopdraws]

Working on a mini comic about Shard and Elias! Nothing to big just about four or so pages, just to help me get back in the grind of drawing comics.

[windor-truffle]

imagine how much worse Hubert would have turned out if his terrible fathers were gay married to each other

[danaty-consolation]

Into the Ataruverse!

Wanted to do a fun drawing challenge, with the different versions of Ataru my art friends and I had done over these recent years.

The unlucky man who escapes from the mob in the 30s by @artistefish

The prince of the mushroom kingdom who is done with everything by @darlingthebaka

A dancer whose dreams are revived in a digital game by @ikemengoessbrrrrr

The leader of the Dragon team soldiers who are fighting the legendary 50 years war by yours truly.

[theangrypomeranian]

I'm almost done writing the second to last arc of Baby Steps, which means I'm going to start the last arc soon

my heart isn't ready for this lol

[garoujo]

emmie I shall share my stepbro yuuji thoughts when I get home and sit and meditate 🙈 but in the meantime I come to wish you have a good day/night and that you are absolutely right, he and yuuta look so good in that au ugh

my beloved !!! omg omg i would be BLESSED to hear ur step bro yuuji thoughts ueueue :3 the way i added him into my drafts lastnite eeeeee excited to hear from ur big brain !!! wishing u a super amaze day / nite urself ,, pls they rly do ! i knew you’d understand <333

[clover-the-awesomest]

Okay. So, while it is sweet and wholesome and very kind of Raph to cut his claws off just so he doesn't hurt Casey at first glance... As someone who is aware of the problems that come from clipping a cat's claws, I can understand how painful that must've been. It probably still hurt even when Casey turned 3 years old! Like I bet those claws are ATTACHED to Raph's fingers. Just look at them fingies! Those claws do not look trimmable at all! So what Raph essentially did was he just took a power-saw and cut off the tips of his fingers. Just so he wouldn't accidentally graze Casey Junior with them...

Damn. Like I appreciate the commitment but wtf.

Do you have more “Cass Details?”

I just really enjoy them so I wanted to ask!!!!

I always have~

This one is really tiny, but look. Raph cut off his claws so he wouldn't hurt the baby.