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[hellotherekenobi]

MEMENTO VIVERE ☾

OBI-WAN KENOBI ──── ★

Doing a pinky swear.

Hiding face in neck.

Putting their head on the other’s chest.

Spooning at night.

Bandaging/stitching up an injury.

Pulling the other one towards them.

Tasting their smile.

Tracing the lines on the other’s hand.

Shielding the other one with their body.

Carrying the other one in their arms.

Feeling their pulse.

Kissing their bruises and scars.

Listening to the other’s heartbeat.

Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin.

EDDIE MUNSON ──── ★

Running fingers through hair.

Falling asleep on the other’s shoulder.

Putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up.

ROBERT FISCHER ──── ★

Sitting on the other’s lap.

Falling asleep on the other’s shoulder.

STEVE HARRINGTON ──── ★

Bandaging/stitching up an injury.

Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin + kissing their bruises and scars.

RAYMOND LEON ──── ★

Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin.

Kissing their bruises and scars.

BUCKY BARNES ──── ★

Dancing with each other.

Holding the other’s jaw.

Feeling for each other in the dark + pulling the other one towards them.

CAPTAIN REX ──── ★

Carrying the other one in their arms.

LOKI LAUFEYSON ──── ★

Touching their elbow to get their attention.

Putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up.

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I Need You by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill is cowboy!Obi Wan and reader, they need each other and they try to live happily ever after, no matter the warnings. “i need you/ like a needle needs a vein” they say this to each other when they have been apart for too long. just to remind each other that they’re there, and whenever they need someone to lean on, they’ll always be there. hehe this probably makes no sense but i tried Kara i’m a lil sleepy

Obi-Wan is a man of want. When he sees something he wants, he goes and gets it. No matter the cost. And the price felt high in wanting you.

From the second his eyes met yours, he knew it was different. This wasn’t puppy love, or infatuation. The rush in his blood, tingling down veins and bones, was something he never thought he would ever know, or could ever claim. It’s true love.

He wants adventure, so he rides out against the setting sun. He wants liquid fire, so he grabs a shot of whiskey in each town he visits. He wants the sweet addiction of a lit cigarette, perched upon his sunkissed and dusted lips, so he keeps a packet in his pocket.

Somewhere in between chasing the sun and meeting you at dawn, something changed. That want, all fiery and blistering, simmered into a warm, cozy fire right against his ribs. He wants you, but as sure as his heart beats in his chest, he needs you, too.

Like a lighthouse on the coast, he needs you. Like his uncle needs the summer rain, he needs you. Like the ghosts need the breeze, and the needle needs a vein, he needs you.

What keeps that firing burning is in the way you need him, too.

So, every night, every whisper, every kiss, ever corner booth you share, every story he tells under the stars, every touch he leaves upon your skin, he tells you in silent and scorching gestures that he needs you more than anything else in the world.

Obi-Wan loves you, and he loves the way he needs you, too.

[hellotherekenobi]

Greetings I had this idea

Obi-Wan meets a Sith S/o who has never done anything evil but in fact, protects the innocent and weak and is extremely smart like pointing out the flaws in the Jedi code and rules.

Love where your head is at.

There’s possibly talk of a fear-inducing Sith whom no one has ever laid eyes on and made it out alive to tell the tale, and so Obi-Wan has heard a lot about them. But meeting them for the first time is much different than what he expects. In fact, they save his life when he almost doesn’t make it out of a close call. He’s quite shell-shocked but also curious, since we all know he can’t help himself following an intriguing lead.

When they explain themselves, Obi-Wan almost feels torn between arguing with them and agreeing — he’s seen first-hand the tragedy caused by the war and, in some cases, by the Jedi no less. Just imagine how they help each other out, always in secret. Imagine Anakin finding out, especially when friendliness has turned into attachment and he’s almost impressed with his master; “How did you keep this a secret from me?”

I feel like a Sith s/o would actually have a lot of influence over Obi-Wan, but at the end of the day he’s always going to be loyal to the Order so a fight might erupt like the one on Mustafar — except neither of them can take the plunge, and perhaps they reunite on Tatoonie many years later when Obi-Wan needs help again.

[hellotherekenobi]

for the writing asks 🤗💖 xo from princessxkenobi

FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project

Thanks for asking, my love! <3

Loki wasn’t a nice man. Or, more appropriately phrased, much of a gentleman.

From: Writing Meme Asks

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What if.....handmaiden!reader met Satine.......during the fake funeral in Clone Wars.....I would die

this was sent to me before i had actually seen that episode, so i remember being like ??? when i read this BUT now that i have indeed seen it.... i have to agree with you...

there would be a lot of treading on each other's toes, i think. satine and yourself are going through a lot right now, thinking that obi-wan is dead. she'd come off more callous, you'd come off more disconnected. it's the worst recipe.

you know of her, just never met her before now. a funeral really isn't the best place to get to know somebody. most likely there'd be an argument (*cough* most likely started by her *cough*) and you'd both have to be pulled away from each other -- people are grieving, for crying out loud! it would stir the pot, and there would definitely be a mutual animosity between you two from then on. but afterward i like to think that matters can be settled. or at least, you try your damnest to be civil even if you want to push her out a window.

obi-wan would definitely try to calm the waters when he realizes how you don't like each other, a while after he comes back. but when you think about it, you'd be more involved in obi-wan's life, rather than satine. so it's only natural for feelings to evolve between you two. when news reaches satine... yeah, she's almost ready to make a proper funeral for obi-wan.

[hellotherekenobi]

cocky obi wan my beloved

He really is such a pain in the neck. Always having the last word, or showing off his tricks with a lightsaber, as if that was supposed to impress you. Did it? Yes. But you’d never say it out loud.

“Follow my lead, darling.” he’d say. Or, “My hands are capable.” Even, “It’s not so bad, looking after you. You keep my hands full.” Though that was one time, it still annoyed you. Mainly, too, because he had to be good-looking, didn’t he? If he had an ugly face to match his ugly cocky attitude, it would be easier. How you wish it was easier.

“I know you better than you think,” he said, when you had threatened to ask the Council for a new Jedi bodyguard after he had pushed your buttons one too many times. “If you wanted me gone, I would have been sent out already. Don’t pretend as if you don’t like me.”

You swear, he acts like this only with you. Only in private. Only to watch you flicker your gaze anywhere other than him. “And if I did? What would that matter?”

He smiles, brushing his hand against yours like he so often does. “Well then, darling. I’d have one more thing to boast about.”

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okay, but what if he can never ride again because after this incident he is paralyzed? he probably thinks he's not worthy of you and doesn't want you to be with him anymore

Regarding this blurb.

It’s the toughest thing he’s ever had to do, learning to move again, inch by inch. There were too many hospital visits to count by now, but all were the same. Obi-Wan, your Obi, was paralyzed. They told him it was from the waist down, that he won’t be able to ride ever again. They had told him that he couldn’t live his dream anymore, and they didn’t even seem to care.

Other people did. Many of the faces you saw at the rodeo, or his shows, would pass by you in the street and speak a sympathetic word. Some of them wrote articles, others songs, and some still spoke about him on the radio and television, calling him a hero. No one knew that more than you, and he would always be a hero, no matter his condition.

But he thought otherwise. The more days that passed, the more difficult it became for him to accept that this was his life now. He would never get on the back of a horse, he would never hold on tight to a bull, he would never walk, or run, or swim. He hated it, but he hated more how you were dragged into this. “It’s not fair on you,” he’d say, but you’d assure him every time that he is and will always be the man you love.

Obi wasn’t always patient, but he’d get angry more. Easier. Almost like the fuse was always one second away from blowing. You knew he didn’t mean the things he said when he was angry, but it was hard not to get upset by them.

“You shouldn’t even be here!” he shouts at you, after he dropped his fork and couldn’t bend down to pick it up, shoving you away with words before you could help him. “You shouldn’t be with me. Go! You should go! You deserve better, you deserve more. Just go!”

You stood there a crying mess, trying to tell him straight, but he wouldn’t budge. So you snap. “It’s not easy, of course it’s not! But, damn it, I’m sticking with you because I love you! There ain’t any other man for me. So why do you keep pushing me away?”

“You want kids!” the shout comes out as a sob, wet and sad. “I—I can’t give you that life no more. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Of course you can, Obi.”

“I won’t be able to pick my little ones up. I can’t bounce them on my knee. I can’t let them climb on my back and teach them how to ride. Why should you have to stay with a man who can’t be a father? I can’t even be a husband.”

It wasn’t just his condition, it was his new life. He always wanted to be a dad, it was about the only thing he spoke about after you both married. He had picked out the room, mapped out the layout, even started picking names with you in the tub. He couldn’t even do that anymore. But it was so much more than just adapting, you now realize. The hardest part wasn’t that, it was accepting.

“Obi,” you coo, walking over to him and brushing the frustrated strands of hair back from his face. “You still to this day remain to be born a father. I won’t push you, but I’m not leaving you. I love you too much.”

It was difficult, but it wasn’t impossible. Obi nods at you, tears in his eyes, telling you he loves you too. He didn’t want you to leave, he just wanted you to have a better life. But your life is with him, and he will never understand how you manage to keep loving him after what’s happened. Though it comes with a shove, Obi makes the first move in accepting—he loves you and you love him, and nothing was ever going to change that.