Obi Wan is definitely an author and hates when Anakin smokes!
Anakin is like the rich cool dude 😎 meanwhile Obi Wan loves to read and be chill all the time. Also he can’t go a day without coffee whilst Anakin loves wine 🍷
Obi Wan definitely gives off orange cat or golden retriever energy.
Anakin gives off doberman energy & black cat energy 🐈⬛🐾
The first time they share a bed, actually share, not collapsed after a feverish fucking or exhausted into nothingness after an endless battle, but a real get ready for sleep, bedtime routine and all—Anakin cannot stop moving.
Restless and uncomfortable, he is hyper aware of every dent in the mattress, every ruffle of the sheets. His mind is not numbed by an orgasm or a complete fatigue, instead it's left to boil with awareness, with unrest.
"Anakin." Obi-Wan sounds only a little annoyed. The man is exhausted, Anakin doesn't need their bond to hear that. He is tired and in need for sleep. "What is the matter?" he still finds it within himself to ask, sounding genuine enough, concerned enough.
"Noth—" Anakin begins, and thinks better of it when Obi-Wan's silhouette tenses up, a barely there shift in the shoulders. Tonight is not the night in which he wishes to test his Master's patience, not when they both are so clearly not up for bickering.
Anakin sighs, admitting, with no small amount of embarrassment in his hushed voice "—I usually sleep on the right side…" It's close enough to the truth, he thinks, cheeks warming.
A moment of silence is broken by a muffled and genuinely amused snort. His Master doesn't even pretend it was a cough. He just laughs.
"Oh Anakin." Obi-Wan sighs once his shoulders stop shaking with his silent mirth, sounding painfully affectionate.
"Master! You—" Anakin's protests are cut short by a pair of strong hands, maneuvering him easily to the right side of the bed. Anakin can practically feel the huff of laughter against his neck when he is drawn closer, back pressing snugly against Obi-Wan's chest.
"Better?" his Master purrs against his ear.
Yes. Yes, better.
"Thank you, Master."
The smile in his voice is so obvious, laid bare. He sounds like a besotted fool. With how easily a mere hug could easen all of his uncertainties, lighten all of his concerns— perhaps he is.
"Good." his Master takes it for the answer that it is, pressing his nose against Anakin's nape and exhaling a gentle: "Good night, Dear One".
The wrong side of the bed was the least of Anakin's worries and even that is forgotten in the sleep that soon follows. So easily. He smiles.
“You love him, too, don't you?” When he didn't answer, she turned around. He stood motionless, frowning, in the middle of the expanse of the buff carpeting. “You do. You do love him.” He lowered his head.
Padmé & Obi Wan talk. ROTS Novelisation by Matthew Stover
Bodies is such a great show for me. It includes lgbtq representation, love, disabled people, muslims, time travel, murder, comedy, mystery—
IT’S JUST SO GOOD. EVERYONE NEEDS TO WATCH IT. EVERYONE NEEDS TO HYPE IT UP! GIVE IT THE HYPE IT DESERVES!!
I see a enormous amount of people missing out on this show and to the 25-40 of us bodies fans— we’ll hype it up til it gets out there. I never thought it’d be so good and I binge watched it in a whole day. I. Am. Obsessed.
Instead of being constantly disappointed in anakin, obiwan shoulda just bonked anakin on the nose with a hollow cardboard tube and then given him kisses.
(this scene broke my heart because they don’t know each other yet the chemistry is still there when henry looks back at him. I need a sequels just of them please.)