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-Omegas start nesting at a young age, like three or four years old, not so much because they need to but because they see their mother do it and they want to do it too. They start with small nests made just about anywhere, their bed, the floor, the couch, anywhere they feel like settling. Their little nests are always filled with small blankies and stuffed toys. At this age they don’t really care who is near their nest, they actually love having people around because they take pride in showing it off
-As Omegas start to get older, around twelve to fourteen years old, they become very dependent on the security and comfort their nest provides. They no longer like people being around it because they’re starting to be able to pick up the scents of other dynamics more and it makes them uncomfortable to have other scents on their nest besides their own
-When an Omega goes into heat for the first time, around fifteen to seventeen years old, they often make a new nest in a dark and enclosed place like their closet. Absolutely no one is welcome in or near that nest, with the exception of their Omega parent who checks in with food and water every now and then, since at this age the Omega usually won’t have a mate to take care of them yet
-Unmated Omegas always have a nest made, mated Omegas don’t though because they have an Alpha to provide them with warmth, comfort and security. Mated Omegas will usually only nest during heats, pregnancies, sicknesses and when they are extremely stressed or sad. Only their Alpha is allowed in these nests
-Whenever an Omega buys a new blanket they will insist that their Alpha needs to cuddle in it with them before it can be used for a nest, because it needs to have their scents rubbed into it
-Little Omega children excitedly building a big nest for them and their Alpha and Beta siblings in the living room on movie nights so they can all be cuddly and cozy together
-When Omegas are building a nest they become very zoned into it and even their Alpha has difficulty getting their attention until the Omega is satisfied with it
-An Alpha trying to be helpful and building a nest for their Omega who is about to go into heat, the Omega being very appreciative of the gesture but as soon as the Alpha leaves the room they rearrange everything the way they like it because Omegas are very particular about their nests
-Omegas are very uncomfortable with any Alpha scent besides their mates being anywhere near their nest, the scents of other Omegas can be comforting at times though
-During summer Omegas build their nests with light sheets and blankets and prefer to sleep naked because they love the soothing feel of the cool linens on their warm skin, but in winter they will use the thickest and softest blankets they can find while wearing fuzzy pajamas and snuggling as close to their Alpha as possible
-A small Omega building a nest and insisting that their Alpha parent cuddle in it with them, “like you do with mama!” and the Omega parent trying not to laugh as their big strong Alpha is cuddled into a tiny nest of stuffed animals and pink flowery blankets
One of the things about adulthood is that my mother is no longer around in the mornings to tackle me and make me brush my hair, so more often than not it resembles what she would lovingly refer to as “a birds nest”.
Photo taken by @ashleydiscovers (whom I love for many reasons, one of which is that she also lives a mostly hair-brush-free life)
Headcanon: Otabek, like Victor, has a Thing for seeing his boyfriend in his clothes, and ever since Barcelona he has been quietly buying things with animal prints and cats on them and wearing them around just so that they’ll be soft and well-worn and full of his scent if he ever gets around to telling Yura how he feels. Said confession takes another two Grands Prix, impatient nudging from his fellow skaters, and a truly staggering amount of clear-in-hindsight flirting, but when they do start dating Yuri goes for those clothes first thing, unabashedly pulling them straight from Otabek’s closet into his suitcase (he doesn’t wear a single one of the shirts he brought that first visit). Otabek would congratulate himself on his foresight except that Yuri steals and wears the rest of Otabek’s clothes as well. Anything goes. Team Kazakhstan sweats, Otabek’s leather jacket, the suspenders from his last juniors free skate (“I thought we agreed those were a mistake,” Otabek says. “Nothing is a mistake on me,” Yuri replies, snapping a strap against his chest, and Otabek has to agree), pants from before Otabek’s growth spurt (so comically short on Yuri’s newly lengthened legs that they could pass for capris but so tight and form-fitting on Yuri’s ass that Beka can barely fucking breathe). Yuri would build a nest out of Beka’s clothes and sleep in it if he didn’t have the real thing to cuddle into every night; he does, sometimes, when they’re separated by competitions or obligations or training. He never apologizes for strewing the bed with half the contents of their wardrobes. Beka’s usually kissing him too hard to care.
Yuri ends up taller and thinner than Otabek, so Otabek usually doesn’t borrow things from Yuri. But he finds out that the clothes thing goes both ways when he’s picking up their bedroom and finds himself holding one of Yura’s leopard-print tops that’s always loose on him, sliding off his collarbones, exposing a pale shoulder. He rubs the silky fabric and considers. Something cotton or polyester would probably be better, have a little more give in its fabric. Or he could try one of the big, fluffy hoodies that Yuri is addicted to, curling up in them on rainy days. But he feels the sensual caress of the material and wonders…
Yuri comes home early to find Otabek in his shirt, stretched tight across his chest, shoulder muscles flexing as he pulls it down his body, a strip of tan skin flashing between the hem and the waistband of his pants. Beka freezes.
“Um,” he says. Yuri drops his skate gear.
“I promise I didn’t tear it,” Otabek says, holding up his hands. The hemline inches back up his abdomen. “It’s just that there was just enough room to get it on and now I can’t get my arms to go back through and-”
“Shut up,” Yuri breathes and lunges.
The shirt does not manage to survive. The pants do, but only just.
How would Finn find out he was Luke's son???? *hides in a trashcan*
Omg I have so many thoughts about Finn finding out he’s Luke’s son. Like…there are so many ways you could go about having that reveal be done??
There’s the one where Finn has like….dreams of his parents. Impressions of people he’s never met in his mind. But like…he never told anyone about them. Something stopping him from reporting it to his officers when he was younger. He didn’t know why he didn’t tell, only that something stopped him, whispered that it was dangerous.
Finn, who’d been FN-2187 at that point, trusted his gut more than he trusted protocol. So he never told anyone.
So he has these dreams, which are really visions. And it’s a side-effect of being so very in tune with the Force. The son of Luke Skywalker is said to be strong in the Force and Finn, when he begins to understand that he’s not like the other stormtroopers, tries his best to keep it under wraps.
And he’s never told anyone, despite issues cropping up here and there, Finn is able to keep everything under wraps.
But then the events in TFA happen and Finn can’t help the pull in his chest whenever someone brings up Luke. A tugging in his abdomen and that very same thing whispering to him that it’s where he’s supposed to be.
Han dies and something sharp and painful rips through him and Finn doesn’t want to go through that again. Doesn’t to face the crushing weight in his chest that whispers helplessness and despair. So he turns, grabs Rey, and hurries them away.
But then Kylo stops them and Finn fights and he loses.
And as he lies in the snow, death slowly creeping up his spine, Finn imagines himself somewhere else. Somewhere slightly warmer, with water surrounding him from all sides and small animals that look up at him with wide eyes. Finn imagines and lets himself go.
Luke feels it. Like a tremor in the raging tidal wave he always feels. It’s nondescript, something anyone would overlook.
But Luke wouldn’t, not when the tremor feels so much like him he could cry.
He sees a ship land on his island and with baited breath waits for them to reach him.
And like Finn wakes up from his coma, shaken and ripped apart but whole in a way he didn’t really feel before. Like, he feels so much more now. And it’s overwhelming. He doesn’t want to know if he wants this, never asked to be different.
And he’s still dreaming. Still dreaming of people he doesn’t know, people he feels like he should know. And it eats at him. And it eats and eats and eats. Until he snaps and everything around him sort of explodes and that’s when Leia starts to like help him out with his force training. She felt him before of course, but Finn wasn’t ready to accept her help and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to offer. But it’s out of their hands now and so Finn and she start working together.
And that’s when she makes the connection. She denies it at first, so convinced that her nephew had been killed years ago. But here’s Finn. Here’s Finn and he’s so much like his father it takes her breath away? There’s Luke in him; she can see it. From his smile, to his determination, to the way kindness just bursts out of him.
And she asks him if he knows anything about his family, still so very hopeful and Finn tells her he has dreams sometimes….that he has like…impressions of his family and he wants to know them. Wants to meet them so badly, but he’s also scared.
Maybe she decides to tell him. Maybe she sits him down and tells him about his family. Maybe she sits him down and tells him she’s his aunt. That they’d looked for him when he went missing. That the thought him to be dead. That they searched for years and Luke never really gave up hope. Not like everyone else did. Not like she did.
Maybe Finn knows Luke is his father when the other man steps out of the millenium falcon and steps onto base. Maybe they don’t do anything but look at each other, father and son. Son and father. Finally reunited.
Maybe they take the first step at the same time. Both afraid but not willing to let this go. Both of them still looking at each other and no one else. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
Or maybe Leia doesn’t even get a chance to tell him. Maybe Finn finds out through some other third party (maybe Snoke?) in the heat of battle and he feels so many emotions he can barely comprehend it. Maybe he finds out just as Luke comes onto scene and maybe there’s a split second where they’re both lost, feeling too much and too little at the same time and someone takes advantage and tries to hit Luke.
But Finn would be damned if he lost another person so he, screaming out a no, throws out a hand and feels the Force rush through him, hot and angry, and stop the blaster in the air.
And maybe Kylo is there and yells out “impossible” and maybe, because I’m ridiculous and I would love to see this happen, Finn just looks him dead in the eye, blast still hovering in the air and says, “My name is Finn and I’m a Jedi like my father before me.”