#I want revelation like that for Lucky Luke !

[manglechan1204]

The last episodes of the New adventure of Lucky Luke are so good, especially "Dalton Junior". It was so entertaining and there is so many good stuff :

- Joe discovering that he has a very strong parental instinct. I was not expecting that, but I’m so here for it !

- First time I see the other brothers Dalton going against Joe ! Because they draw the line at leaving a baby to die ( pretty based ). What a cursed image that is the 3 of them discussing about listening to him or not.

- them robbing groceries stores for baby stuff, it’s just so funny

[gay-dorito-dust]

this isnt thag detailed but can i request percy jackson x reader (platonic) where they first meet (as well as with annabeth since she was with him at the time I think) for the first time in the labyrinth and turns out reader is percy’s older half sibling? if not that, then just maybe general headcanons of percy having an older half sibling

I’ll probs just do the head-cannon for this one. 🦦

The moment Percy found out that you were his half sibling, the relief that came with no longer having to have an entire cabin with the low grey walls to himself would follow.

As it would ultimately meant he was finally freed from soul crushing loneliness he’s felt ever since being claimed after beginning to get use to the warmth and liveliness of that of the Hermes Cabin.

Seeing those empty bunks taunted and mocked him every waking moment, serving as a reminder that no matter how powerful of a Demi-god you were, you were no more helpless against the grim reality of being a forbidden child of the most powerful gods of the Greek pantheon.

However with this revelation came the urge to protect his newfound family and with that came moments of tension, especially the ones where Percy tended to forget that you were capable -if not more- in taking care of yourself when it mattered most, seeing as Percy had a tendency to put himself at the forefront of danger if it meant protecting the people who mattered so dearly to him; You being one of those very people he’d gladly act in reckless abandon in favour for your safety.

You hated this about him as no matter how long you’ve met him for, you weren’t going to stand by and willingly let your little brother place himself in dangerous situations for you.

Loyalty maybe his fatal flaw, your fatal flaw on the other hand was devotion.

Devotion to your family, your friends and loved ones, so much so to the point when you’d sacrifice everything for them, even if it was to your own detriment and eventual downfall, as long as they were safe and happy nothing else mattered.

Percy would go to war for you and you would happily go to war for him tenfold.

You; don’t do anything stupid till I get back.

Percy: how can I? you’re taking all the stupid with you.

You: jerk

Percy: bitch

If you were to ever have a crush on someone or someone starts making moves on you, fucking watch out cuz little bro Percy had a few choice words for ‘em and is hellbent on knowing their intentions with his older sibling. You deserve the best but in Percy’s eyes, not many people make the final cut.

However his interrogations were equal parts hilarious and embarrassing for you for multiple reasons but after the first few times you’ve told him off for doing so, you’ve given up and just let him act as though his words would sway anything into his favour, you could always just sneak out and meet them elsewhere; preferably away from any body of water but primarily the lake where you knew Percy and yourself would often frequent when in need of feeling closer to the one thing connecting you to your father.

But on this occasion, you severely underestimated your little brother.

You; Percy get out of the lake, people are begging to stare.

Percy: not until the sibling stealer behind you stops flirting. *he says whilst standing knee deep in the canoe lake, ready to super soak someone to the bone.*

You, groaning as you looked over at Luke who looked about ready to use you as a shield again your own brother, sending him an apologetic smile; I’m sorry about my IDIOTIC BROTHER, he tends to severely overreact, especially over the little things.

Percy, hands on his hips, staring at Luke murderously: who are you talking about, I don’t overreact. I just want to talk to him. Here. in the water. Where I have full dominion over.

You: I have full dominion over the water too fuckhead and like hell I’d let you interrogate him.

Percy, whilst still looking at Luke before walking off to find Grover and or Annabeth; you’re lucky enough to live another day.

Much like any sibling dynamic you take the piss out of each other but the moment someone else thinks it’s cool to do so also, it’s game over for them as an temporary alliance between you two is formed to defeat a common enemy before going back to taking the piss out of one another as per usual.

You: you’re such a sore looser fish breath

Percy: says you coral for brains

Some random camper; yeah, coral for brains.

You and Percy looking at the random camper; the fuck did you just say? Would you care to repeat or start running.

Random camper; *sweats and runs away as though they’ve just shit themselves.*

I think I’ve went on long enough but all in all, Percy was just ecstatic that he wasn’t alone anymore.

[innytoes]

“Good morning, sleepy head.” for Ray/Rose!

Work had been chaotic, between three shoots that had all been rebooked on the same day, an editing emergency that had kept him up two nights in a row, and a potential client who could not make up their mind between A Professional and Cousin Kyle Who Will Do It For Free and wanted to 'compromise' by Ray doing thousands of dollars worth of work for a hundred bucks and would not take no for an answer.

So he was incredibly glad it was Sunday, and he got to sleep in. Rose had spoiled him a little last night, letting him take a long bath, even bringing him a glass of wine. She hadn't even made fun of him that he was in bed at nine, barely able to keep his eyes open long enough to kiss her goodnight before she went back downstairs.

He slept like a log. He hadn't woken up when Rose had come to bed, but he had in the early morning light of dawn, wrapped around her, nose buried in her curls. He'd sighed happily, reveling in the warmth, in how lucky he was that she was still there after all they'd been through. And then he'd dozed right back off to sleep.

The next time he woke, the clock read ten fifteen, which felt obscenely late even for a Sunday. He stretched out, reveling in how well-rested he felt, before getting up and using the bathroom, getting in a quick shave, and putting on some comfortable jeans and a Henley.

He was just about to head downstairs when Rose intercepted him at the top of the stairs, her arm catching his waist as she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Good morning, sleepy head," she said, teasing and warm and bright.

"Good morning," he said, all thoughts of coffee temporarily forgotten as she peppered kisses along his jaw. Well, there was a reason he'd shaved. He inhaled happily, wrapping his arms around his wife. "Thanks for letting me sleep in."

Then, he inhaled again. Deeply.

"Why do I smell pancakes?" he asked. "Who broke something?"

"Nothing broke!" Rose said, but she said it so quickly that it just confirmed his suspicions that these were Bribery Pancakes. Or at the very least Buttering Up pancakes.

"Rose..."

"So you know how we always talked about how we wanted a big family?" Rose started, which was not where Ray thought this was going. He thought they were softening him up for another crazy DIY project he was going to regret halfway through.

"I do," he said. Though they'd also had a long conversation when Carlos was one, about how two small children were kind of enough for both of them, but maybe they could foster or adopt when the kids were older.

There was commotion downstairs, and some very familiar voices hushing each other, and suddenly, everything clicked. "Which one?" he asked.

"Which one what?" Rose asked, trying to go for innocence and landing solidly in 'shifty' instead.

"Which one of Julie's friends did you adopt while I was sleeping?"

It wasn't like they hadn't talked about it before. How they wanted to be a safe place for Julie's band members to go to if things got bad at home. They'd both been worried about Reggie and the way he flinched at loud noises. Ray had sat him down once and told him he was always welcome to stay with them if he didn't feel safe at home.

Luke constantly fought with his mother about music, and had run away to the Molina's garage to spend the night and cool down more than once. And Alex... well, after he came out, they made sure to let him know that there were adults in his life that loved him for who he was, and would keep loving him no matter what.

Rose didn't say anything, just entwined their fingers together and pulled him down the stairs. The amount of bags in the hall were a bit concerning. Then, when they turned and came into the kitchen, he became even more concerned.

Reggie's black eye was the first thing that stood out. But Alex looked like he'd been crying for hours, his eyes red and puffy, his face blotchy. Luke sprang away from where he and Julie had been wrapped around each other. Which was usually funny, but now was a little heartbreaking, considering how upset he looked. He was even wearing sleeves, the big cozy flannel he wore when things got really bad.

"Hi Ray," Reggie whispered awkwardly, giving a little wave.

He strode into the kitchen, pulling all three boys into a hug. Reggie went willingly, plastering himself against Ray's side. Luke quickly followed, and Alex tensed up before sinking into the hug with a sniffle.

"Pancakes first," he said, after a long while, looking over their heads at his wife. "And then I want to know how you managed to pull all this off."

Rose shrugged. "I had help," she said, and oh, that was either a very good thing (Victoria) or a very illegal thing (the Petal Pushers), and maybe Ray didn't want to know after all. Oh well, he had spousal immunity, he wouldn't have to testify against his wife.

"And then," he said, looking down at the boys as he let go. Alex fidgeted, and Luke drifted back to Julie, but Reggie stayed close, so he kept an arm wrapped around his shoulder. "I think we need to go to Ikea and gets some bunk beds, or something."

Alex let out a great big sigh of relief. Luke sagged against Julie, while she grinned and hugged him. Carlos gave a little cheer, high-fiving Reggie.

And Rose? Rose just smiled at him, like she'd known all along that he didn't really need pancakes to butter him up. Because Rose knew him, knew how much he loved these boys. And knew that even if he did have misgivings, he'd follow her no matter what anyway.

Together, they'd get through anything.

[jedi-valjean]

Okay, I got curious about something you said. Namely that Yoda isn't Dumbledore and intentionally shaping Luke into a weapon, intending the endgame to be the death of all Sith. From a certain (cynical) point of view, shaping one young man into a targeted assassin to destroy two big threats (and an organization that was Ultimate Evil) and carry on their belief system as it was in the PT would be a big win for the galaxy. And it certainly didn't sound like they expected (or intended) any hope of solution that didn't involve heads rolling.

So if the endgame wasn't "exterminate Sith" (which it certainly sounded like), what was it supposed to be?

The goal that Obi-Wan and Yoda were focusing on was restoring the Jedi Order. They do need to deal with the Sith, but rebuilding the Order is their best chance to do that, and if they throw their only trainee at that assignment wily-nily, their budding Jedi Order is almost definitely going to go up in smoke. See, they don't have much to work with here. They don't know where Ahsoka, Cal, Kanan or Ezra are, so they can't recruit their help with this. Luke and Leia are the only Force-sensitives they can account for, and I'm assuming they don't want to train the twins at the same time because once one of them is made consciously aware of their Force abilities, they becomes a greater target.

So for the present, all they have in terms of Jedi legacy continuers is Luke, with Leia as a potential backup. Once Luke completes his training, he finds more Force-sensitives (Leia might be considered to for training at this point) and trains them with Yoda's help. (I don't know if Obi-Wan could assist with the training directly— Luke and Yoda seem to be the only ones who can see his Force Ghost, since Leia doesn't acknowledge his presence on Endor.)

A restored Jedi Order, even a small one, would be a huge asset to the Rebellion. Luke is already invaluable on his own. But by choosing to risk his life at Cloud City, he threatens to completely undo Yoda's and Obi-Wan's efforts in rebuilding the Jedi, which in turn threatens the future of the Rebellion. Vader is laying a trap for him; he's prepared for Luke to come, he wants him to come. And Luke is walking into it because his friends might die. Now, Luke might save them. He might not fall into Vader's hands. But it's not worth the risk. If Luke's friends die, the Rebellion will continue without them, even though their loss is a significant blow. If Luke is captured by Vader, he could be killed at best. Worst-case scenario, he turns to the dark side, and now there are two Vaders running around the galaxy. That is a huge blow to the Rebellion and a death sentence for the Jedi, for Obi-Wan and Yoda's efforts at the very least— remember, they don't know of anyone else who could do this. They can't count on the hope that Order 66 Survivor #27 on Planet Bumkark is currently attempting to rebuild the Order just like they are. Luke is their only shot and he's taking a crazy risk by knowingly playing directly into Vader's hands.

So Luke gets his butt kicked and his friends end up rescued without his help. If Luke got off that easy, the Jedi would be lucky. But then Vader dropped a bomb that Obi-Wan and Yoda were keeping from Luke for a very good reason. The revelation that Vader was Luke's father was so devastating it shook Luke to the core. These were about the worst possible circumstances in which he could have received this information. Yoda and Ben were waiting to tell him when he was emotionally ready to handle it, but Vader beat them to it. So now Luke has a ton of emotional baggage from this sudden open wound. That is extremely counterproductive to his being a Jedi Master, so he has to deal with that.

Now, this is mostly speculation on my part, but when Yoda said, "You must confront Vader," I don't actually think he meant turn himself in and allow Vader to bring him before the Emperor. I think if they'd known Luke was going to do that, they might have warned him specifically not to do that. Confronting his feelings about Vader was the important thing here, not actually standing in front of Vader again. They probably expected that he would come into contact with Vader again, but I think Luke giving himself up was part of his self-sacrificial nature that he hadn't fully overcome yet— or, rather, he hadn't quite learned what he should and shouldn't sacrifice himself for. It worked out in the end, but it was still reckless.

See, here's my take on Luke's crusade to redeem his father that may be controversial. I think he's wrong. I think the point is that he realizes he's wrong. We assume he was right because Anakin does end up returning to the light, but I think it's crucial to consider the characters' motivations. We know by now that Luke will choose love over everything else, even when he shouldn't. Now that he knows Vader is his father, he's out to prove there's still good in him, and that moral victory overtakes all else in his mind. I mean really, what's going to happen if he succeeds? The Rebels will kill him and Anakin both if they succeed in destroying the Death Star; Luke tells the Emperor as much. So if Anakin does return to the light, he'll... what? Be good again for all of ten minutes before everything goes kablooie? And Luke, the best hope for the Jedi Order, goes kablooie with him? This is purely a matter of personal satisfaction for Luke, whether he wants to admit it or not. Sure, he'll accomplish the goal of wiping out the Sith, by distracting them from the Rebellion long enough, but then the Jedi die with them, and then who's going to train Leia?

I've written about this before. Anakin returns to the light by his own choice, not because Luke successfully proselytizes the light side to him, but because he lets go of jealousy, showing Vader the meaning of love without attachment. Vader and Luke both learn to let go of attachment and their character arcs are complete. With Palpatine destroyed and Anakin redeemed, the Sith are no more, and Luke, the last of the Jedi, has survived to ensure that someday he will hold that title no longer.

To circle back to Yoda and Obi-Wan regarding their goal, Anakin destroyed the Sith thanks to Luke's example, and Luke survived to restart the Jedi Order. But it all happened on a very rushed and extremely inconvenient timetable that just barely happened to work out. So many things could have gone wrong. Luke could have died. Vader could have died unredeemed— a possibility Obi-Wan and Yoda had accepted but wouldn't be happy about. The Rebellion could have failed and Luke been turned to the dark side. It was an extremely precarious situation the whole way through and the galaxy was really fortunate it worked out the way it did.

So, to sum up:

—Yes, they wanted to carry on the PT Order's beliefs, because there was nothing wrong with them and Luke actually proved their worth in the end

—Yes, they wanted to destroy the Sith, but didn't want Luke to do it singlehandedly (which he was literally not capable of doing, since Sidious was infinitely more powerful than him)

—I don't think they wanted him anywhere near the Emperor, actually

—No, they did not want to kill Vader, but knew that Luke might have to kill him in self-defense

—The primary goal was to restore the Jedi Order, a goal which Luke seriously jeopardized multiple times by rushing into danger and forcing the timetable to accelerate

—But despite Luke repeatedly messing up, he got there in the end, and so did Anakin, so it worked out

[izzysarchivedblogs]

more clint verses + notes

if we ship, and you want a verse mention i'll add ya :)

affiliate verse // 616 // good people are like candles they burn themselves up to give others light (crisispider / thefleetsfine / hopeburns) // entangled to a loser like me (crisispider)

616 verses in which Clint is always in a relationship with @/crisispider

same notes as 616

always open to interacting in this verse as clint loves his peter b parker and wants to tell people

Clint and Peter live together in Bed Stuy

They just got engaged

Clint is the bonus stepdad to Mayday Parker

Clint and MJ hang out sometimes

Eventually Clint and Peter'll be adopting a baby Ashley too after they get married

Wurm :))

Peter follows events of the Spider-verse films so that's all canon

actually read this post goes into extreme detail on the Affiliate Verse

616 au // how can i watch you fade (crisispider)

a blindspot inspired au

clint's going blind and not enjoying it

clint's sorry he breaks peter's hearts all the time

616 divergent // ship verse with @/biitchcakes // how many more chances can i have with you (biitchcakes)

open for interacting in this verse

after their first break up due to clint's infidelity as seen in 2012 fraction's

Clint and Jessica would get together again shortly after working together in Secret Avengers (2014)

They would take their next big break, after a heavily canon divergent Civil War 2; Clint still kills Bruce and goes on trial. They kind of break-up / take a break, cause that was one of his girlfriend's best friends

Post Civil War 2, Clint tours America, drinking often and trying to right wrongs with Red Wolf via vigilante justice; while he does this he does call Jessica here and there, sometimes drunk and guilty

Eventually, he returns to New York with a few revelations, and one of them comes at recognizing an alarming relationship with alcohol ; while he back in New York, he asks Jessica and a local superhero doctor Leonard Mccoy (had to sneak him in okay) to help him with sobriety

Kate calls Clint from LA to ask him for his help with something, which leads to Clint deciding while he was in LA to move there and to take the next big chance. ASK JESSICA OUT AGAIN. Now just that, but skip a few steps and ask her to move out to LA with him. She says yes.

Kate's WCA happens, and Clint and Jessica have their own west coast superhero business; they adopt a runaway Beverley Hills kitty cat whose name is Leftovers or LT, they've got a place together, and quite some time

The next "break" that Clint and Jessica take is when they move back to New York, during the time of Devil's Reign and Mayor Fisk; the events of Freefall, Clint's grudge war with the Hood, and taking up the Ronin mantle leads Clint to relapse and realize that he hasn't exactly buried all his issues

Jessica is there to help him in the aftermath, along with Clint's friends that he manages to not burn bridges with

Clint becoming a T-Bolt under Luke Cage, is what leads to round 4 at a relationship with Jessica Drew, and gosh they got Lucky and Leftovers (their two "kids") he should maybe do something about a relationship upgrade with Jessica right?

LEFTOVERS IS CLINT'S SECOND FUR-SON and his favorite cat in the world, Leftovers is also just as much as a Cryptid as his mom JDrew :)) clint has had many a heart attack when these two LOOM over him waiting for food

616 closed // ship w/ @/mr-tony-stark // who shares your burdens (mrtonystark)

a closed 616 verse, inspired by a long running thread (i am getting back to)

where tony stark and clint barton, have a multiple times fling, and tony's the who clint calls at the end of freefall and helps clint with recovery, is his sponsor (and boyfriend) because they are messy

clint and tony are dating, after a 1000 reblogs

tony is raising brandy (that is going well for now)

gonna be exploring tony's relapse

and possibly the tony - emma sham wedding

616 closed // ship w/ @/mr-tony-stark // can we have a chance at this finally (mrtonystark)

a verse where tony and clint adopt an alien baby after her pod reaches earth

vaugely based off our first verse

let the boys be happy

616 closed // ship w/ @/blindbastard // do not hear do not see but know how to feel (blindbastard)

clint and matt !!

centered around hawkeye: freefall

clint knows matt is DD

has to walk the careful dance of not letting his boyfriend know he's ronin

while his boyfriend is actively hunting for ronin

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Sweet Surprises of Love

Sweet Surprises

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke x OC (Julie)

Prompt: Birthday

Tag: Gifts Established relationship Fluff Smut Minors DNI!!

Word Count  2.929

Author’s Note: A special day deserving to be celebrated as such for Luke and Julie, with a sweet and naughty surprise they will use to show one another the depth of their love. 🥰

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was a tepid late evening, the crickets melody resonated through the still air of the forest nestled between their villages, here hidden by the view there was a little cottage, a special love nest for two lovebirds who were walking lazily toward it hand in hand admiring the fireflies lightning the bushes making the atmosphere even more magical, idle chats and hearty laugh accompanied their journey toward their bedroom.

It was such a funny day, he almost regret having to go to sleep so soon but he bet she was tired almost like him, he layed lazily on his bed wearing nothing but the bottom part of his pyjama, after all it was such a warm night it was hard to wear anything else, he sighed dreamily looking out of the window thanking fate for the biggest gift he ever received, her love.

He was still mulling over how lucky he was, his heart bursting with love at the recollection of her smiling face as he showered her with gift he knew she would have loved, savouring still the sweetest taste of all that honey and strawberry treats her family cooked for them both, a sense of overwhelming happiness filing his heart to the brim as carefree laughs resonated in his mind, for once making him feel like he belonged somewhere, next to the only woman who has ever been there for him who was so brave to love him as much as he loved her in return the only one he took orders from the one who owned him whole, mind heart and body pledged to her and her alone her precious little princess the one he loved above anything else and he would have done everything to make her happy as she made him.

He was still wandering in his reveries when he heard the door of the dressing room open, lazily he trailed his gaze on her smiling at the prospect of seeing her wearing her usual soft and long sleeved nightgown she changed for a shorter one only well past June, but much to his surprise only  her sweet voice come out of the room, piquing his curiosity

"I have still one gift to give you but first I need you to close your eyes alright ?"

his hearty chuckle filled the air

"As you wish my Queen."

"Good, do not look or else you will get none." an hint of playfulness in his voice as he answered

"You are being sassy today ... I love it when you take control." she tip toed in the room, her steps muffled by the carpets he was to move his hand away from his eyes but he knew better than to challenge her stubborn lover, even if something told him she would have still gave him that gift if he disobeyed, but he wanted to be a good boy and please her and so he merely adjusted his fingers over his face, revelling in the excitement her surprise gift awoke in him.

Her soft voice reached his ear, eliciting obedience she knew she would have obtained

"You can open your eyes now." his hands whipped away from his eyes going to fist the sheets at her sight to tame his desire, his leaf green eyes widened in awe revelling in that astounding view while a blissful smile curled his lips, ignoring the pang of arousal going straight to his manhood making it throb painfully in his cage, no matter what she wore or what mood she was in she always looked gorgeous to him ... but now ... she was absolutely breathtaking, her clear voice pulling him out of his daze

"Do you like it ?" she was looking at him, her cheeks a soft shade of red, like the strawberries she loved so much, she looked expectantly at him, her fingers caressing the hem of her sleeves as the fabric glimmered under the moonlight making her look like a fairy, his voice soft hoarse with desire

"Oh Julie ... you are absolutely divine."

her tingling laugh took him back from his awe, a soft murmur escaping his lips as he was in a daze

"You are gorgeous."

she giggled moving her head oh so adorably up and down swinging back and forth on her feet, her soft full breast following her ever movements tantalizing him to shower his love upon her, to savour to the fullest that scrumptious gift she was so kindly giving him

"Did you pick it for me ?"

she nodded biting her bottom lip, unconsciously turning him on even more, her words sweeter than any honey engulfing his heart whole in love

"I wanted to spoil you rotten today." he sighed dreamily, revelling in all the love she would have poured onto him as he would have not shied away from doing the same.

He would have stared at her for hours, her voluptuous curves were hugged by an emerald satin negligé, His Queen was reclaiming her desires to be satisfied, and Oh he could not wait to get down to work on his job for once, he sighed softly tightening his fist on his pants, admiring how her gown ended just above her knees, while the long fluttering sleeves surpassed her knuckles, a light groan escaping his lips as his green eyes greedily took in the view of her bosom enriched by a deep neckline reaching between her breast with few laces, uncounsciously he moved his fingers unable to wait to unwrap them, licking his lips to tame his desire to kiss every inch of her soft skin, desire he had to not wait longer to transform into reality as she sensually tip toed toward the bed before taking her place on his legs, his fingers deftly unlacing her nightgown throwing it on his nightstand, desire flooding in his heart as he took his time to brush his fingers over all his beautymarks, with particular care to the one above her right breast mirror of his own, peppering little wet kisses all over her tender skin savouring the sweet light moan and mewl coming from her lips, craving to love her all through the night and well into dawn with all himself.

Not desiring to draw the wait any longer than what he already has, with no hesitation he kissed her passionately, his tongue entwined with her unusually submissive while his hands roamed freely on her body, he was to slide on top only to be pushed down by her tiny hands, reluctantly he broke the kiss only to stare at her, looking proudly at him from her position straddling his legs, feeling his hardened crotch brush on her nether region, free from her drawers she quickly discarded beforehand.

Her voice tender as she spoke of sultry desire with the charm of a goddess who had just pushed to his knees his most faithful servant, her eyes giving away all the affection swelling in her heart glimmering maliciously under the moonlight casting a spell on his already enraptured heart, pledging his whole body to her to do as she pleased

"I wanna spoil you today my Bday boy." her fingers soft as they slide on his lips

"It is not fair princess this is yours too."

"I know that my bear but you spoil me everyday."

a naughty smirk curled his lips, his eyes gleaming with affection as he spoke

"Ya know I love to spoil you rotten." her soft chuckle music to his ear he would have never get tired to hear

"I know and I love that, but today..." she leaned to leave a fleeting kiss on his lips

"Let me do this for you."

he sighed leaning back on the pillow giving up fighting her stubbornness, smiling in satisfaction at seeing her so dominant in bed, his heart bursting with all love he held for her, smoldering warmth melting him whole at the sensation of being loved so unconditionally.

She send him a sultry glance before kissing him softly, trailing her lips on his collarbone letting a trail of little wet kisses all over his body, leaving a love bite on the crook of his neck to be sure everyone know he was hers, the bold flame of love filled lust guiding her action as she trailed her lips to lick his nipples, rewarded by a deep sinful groan that sent a pang of arousal to her already needy core,  feeling him shudder as she slide down brushing kisses along her way, before reaching his soft navel letting her fingers tickle the curly red hair just above his undergarments seeing his eyes misty with lust barely hiding his impatience, her eyes crinkling with something tender and smugly satisfied  at the knowledge she had the same effect on him that he had on her, her heart swell with pride as she painfully slow rolled them down along his legs before carelessly throwing them on the floor.

Her eyes widening with lust, gazing greedily at his huge manhood standing proud, hard and throbbing between his soft thighs, not resisting the urge she brushed her thumb over his tip earning a low growl sending a pang of need in her soaked core, it was such an intoxicating sensation to be the one in command for once, to do as she pleased with him, to see him get all worked up because of her exactly like she was for him, she send him a sultry glance before slowly bend over him to lick its tip, savouring the few drops of cum sliding from it rolling on her tongue and down her throat, she licked her lips hungry for more smiling in satisfaction at him, staring into his eyes wide and dark with lust, she looked like a predator feasting on her prey and she had not intention of letting him go until they were both thoroughly satisfied.

She decided to ride on her boldness, not letting her self conscious side show up, she adjusted her position on his lap, slowly sanking to her knees feeling him slide inside throwing her head back at the sensation of his mighty girth parting her walls as soft needy moans resonated in the cozy room, sighing in relief as he sheat fully into her, he was a sight to behold, lips slightly parted as he panting while his leaf green eyes were now misty with lust, crinkled with affection as she caressed his brawny soft torso, before going to tickle her fingers on his hips earning few hearty chuckles music to her ear, seeing his smile brightening his gorgeous features mirroring her own filled her heart with the sheer warmth of the love bonding their hearts together.

Hesitantly she began to roll into him feeling him moving in sync with her, blissfully sweet delight was to become one, to feel all the barriers fall down around them as they melt and merge into one another.

He was delighted above words to be used like this for her own pleasure, her one and only Queen, a doll in her hands to do as she pleased, anything she desired he would have been to make her happy as she made him, to see that smile reward he yearned and craved since childhood, to feel that warmth only her unconditional love and acceptance provided him, his heart bursting with all the affection deep rooted in it, gawking in awe at her sensual curves roll back and forth on him, mesmerizing him to give in to all his deepest desires, unable to stand still he reached to massage her breasts revelling in the soft mewls escaping from her lips, turning into needy moans as he brushed his fingers on her nipples feeling them hardened under his touch, surrendering to his heart desires he dive in to suck on them, rolling his tongue on it getting it all nice and wet before gracing the other alike, coaxing ever so sweet moan of pleasure from her rosy lips, not hesitating to add in to the pleasure fastening his massage on her clit, feeling her juice dripping on his fingers making her see stars before pulling away, earning a fake pout from her lover soon turned into a sheepish smile as he shamelessly locked his gaze with hers while he licked them clean.

She tried to hide her blushed cheeks in the crook of his neck while his hips keep rolling slowly against hers earning ever so sweet mewls of pleasure from her rosy lips filling his heart with pride at the her praise for his boldness, her climax was approaching at every movement of his deft fingers massaging her clit, he felt as much ignoring it the feeling of his climax getting closer at every roll of their hips distracting himself leaving soft unhurried kisses on her hair making her giggles.

His lips travelled down to brush an achingly tender kiss on her forehead,  a subtle but steady sign of al the love and devotion he held for her, having learnt by heart her preference of any kind only to please her, that though alone warmed her heart unable to contain her love she begin to pepper soft kisses all over his shoulder reaching to his neck before melting her lips on his, taking him off guard as she entwined her tongue with his a battle for dominance she decide to let him win, reluctantly she pulled away nuzzling into his neck pleading him to satisfy her need a desire he did not shied way from fulfilling, she willingly gave up her place as he took advantage of her lowered guard to pin her down, slamming into her with the force of a tycoon sweeping away all coherent thought as she gripped his brawny back moaning his name at the clouds to make everyone knew she was his, luckily for them both their cottage was far enough from every house to risk disturbing anyone but the little animals of the forest.

She looked at him through misty eyes as her rosy lips begged to be kissed and so he did, melting his lips on her before letting his tongue entwine with hers, pulling away briefly to take breath before kissing her again and again, breathless and panting he broke the kiss leaning his forehead to hers taking in the bliss painting over her features as he felt her walls clenched tight around him covering his manhood with her sweet juice, earning ever so sweet moans of pleasure at his warm essence generously spill into her melting with her own oozing from her core painted white with his seed, bliss overcoming her features while his arms hugged her closer to his chest, smiling at the sensation of his lips leaving an achingly tender kiss on her temple, his whisper melting her heart

"I was born to love you." affection glimmering in his bright green eyes as he spoke the belief that had long taken root in his heart, admiring her chartreuse eyes shining with the same tender feeling mirror of his own while her sweet voice filled his heart to the brim with love

"I was born to be yours."

their feelings suggelled with a sweet slow kiss they pulled away from reluctantly.

He brushed his nose on hers, taking in the fairy giggle coming from her lips, leaning closer to her brushing his thumb over her cheeks locking their gaze together as his steady voice resonated in the cozy room followed by her sweet one

"Always together."

"Never apart."

"To protect you."

"And make you smile."

renewing the vow to the promise that first bound them together since they were children, their hearts beating in sync like one submerged with love he melted his lips on hers in a soft sweet kiss they savoured slowly.

Taking their time basking in the afterglow of their love making, their bodies still attached to one another when he pulled away from the kiss leaning his forehead to hers, murmuring softly

"You are the best birthday gift I could ever receive." her smile so bright to put the sun itself to shame lightened her gorgeous features at his heart spoken words

"And you are mine."

she leaned her head closer to him, admiring his bright green eyes sparkling with love and affection, free from the darkness that used to surround his heart brightened by the sheer warm light of their love, smiling at the sweetness of that tender pet name she loved as much as he loved his

"I love you way too much my princess."

"I love you too, so very much, my bear."

bathing in the blissful warm happiness of their love, a carefree smiles curling their lips, he hugged her close to him reveling in her affection as she nuzzled better into his chest, he bend over to left a reverent kiss full of devotion on her forehead feeling her soft lips brush over his heart melting him whole, the light breeze sweeping over them safely covered by a light green blanket, the aster only witness to their love gossip of the forest animals as the two lovebirds drift asleep together hugged to one another, mirroring the bear couple standing still amidst other plushies on their chest drawers the first gift they gave one another when they were children, priceless treasure of a love that kept growing sweeter each day more, irresistible temptation they did not shied away to give in, indulging in that affection, sheer untamed adoration interlocking them beyond reason, soulmates destined to be, bounded together for all eternity like a bear to honey.

[leschanceux]

@thefvrious asked “ hey, hey, it’s okay, relax. i’m not about to nag you for skipping out on curfew, alright? have you eaten anything? because i saved you a plate, and it’s in the oven if you want it. “ -

Oliver pauses, half in and half out of his bedroom window as he looks at his father as if Luke's grown a second head. "You're not going to nag me and you saved me dinner?" It's not like this is an incredibly out of character revelation ( well... not the saving dinner part ), but Oliver sometimes has to pause and evaluate things like this, just to realise how lucky he is to have Luke for a parent. "What was dinner?"

[calpops]

birthday breakfast | l.h.

You set out to ensure that Luke has a good birthday.

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Luke wakes to the creak of his door opening, to light spilling into his room from the hallway and a smile that makes his heart warm. Robbie’s head peaks through the door, his smile so bright and airy Luke’s sure he’s on the verge of laughter just from seeing him. He’s cradled to the side of you, one arm protectively holding him at your hip. Your smile is more timid than Robbie’s, a little less certain, a little apprehensive as you hesitate in the doorway. Luke smiles back and waves you in, cocks his head to the side as the door swings the rest of the way open and he’s met with the sight of breakfast on a tray in your other hand.

“What’s all this?” He asks as you move towards his bedside, offer him Robbie first, whom he gladly accepts with open arms and a small spattering of good morning kisses to his squishy cheeks.

“Birthday breakfast,” you answer softly and pass him the tray after he’s got Robbie settled on his lap.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Luke murmurs but hopes you catch the appreciation in his tone.

You shrug. “It’s from Robbie. And so is this,” you explain as you pull out a small envelope from your sweatshirt pocket and hand it over to him.

The warmth in Luke’s chest expands as he accepts the next token and slides a thumb under the seal. Robbie giggles in his lap, his small hands gripping the lip of the tray, interested gaze taking in the sight of food, pert nose wiggling at all of the smells.

Luke quickly opens the card and reads the sweet words from son to father about birthday wishes. Robbie’s name is signed under a tirade of xoxoxo. Luke smiles again, broader, warmer, touched to his very core you went out of your way.

“This is from Robbie, huh?” Luke asks and gives his son a little squeeze around the middle which brings on another giggle.

“Yes, he signed it and everything,” you say with an over dramatic nod.

“Don’t know when he learned cursive but that’s quite impressive,” Luke jests and looks down at Robbie. “Did he even make me breakfast?”

“All by himself,” you answer without missing a beat, face going flush and a sway in your stance taking over your body.

Luke nods again, makes another little comment about the genius of Robbie and how fast he’s growing up—he can already use the toaster!—then looks back at you. You stand awkwardly, hesitation sweeping over you as your eyes dart for the door and your arms cross over your stomach. You hold yourself there, waiting, for what Luke’s not exactly sure.

“Well, do you want to join us? It looks like Robbie made enough for everyone,” Luke comments and pats the free side of the bed.

“Are you inviting me into your bed, Luke?” You joke half heartedly.

“It’s not like you haven’t been in it before,” Luke responds quickly and revels in the sharp intake of breath that colors your surprise. He grins, wide and teasing and loving the air that surrounds you. “Come on. Lots of space, right here.”

“Oh no, you should just enjoy your morning with him,” you refuse with a slight shake of your head. “I don’t want to impose.”

Luke arches his eyebrow and pats the bed again, knocks his head to the side and just out his lip. “As the birthday boy, I insist.”

It takes you a moment to decide but soon enough the shake of your head turns to a nod and you slowly round the bed. You climb up and settle beside Luke, he notes the distance you keep between you, the rigidity that’s taken over your form. Your legs are stiff and your hold around your middle doesn’t drop. Even after all of the breakthroughs and coming to try and know each other there’s still a cavernous distance that lies between you.

Luke feels that emptiness in his chest from time to time. When he sees you with Robbie and feels he has to hesitate to approach. When you have to work late and ask Luke if he’ll watch Robbie, as if he’s just a babysitter and not his father. He knows you're not used to having him around, that you were on your own for so long, and those habits and instincts have yet to collapse.

“Here,” he offers and hands you a piece of toast to which you actually respond without hesitation this time. “How’d you guys know birthday breakfast is my favorite?”

“Lucky guess,” you say with a shrug and take a bite. “Robbie’s just so smart,” you continue, tone turning softer as you wrinkle your nose and smile at the baby.

Luke realizes that Robbie is your shield. The barrier that keeps you from each other. From admitting anything that might make those walls and hesitancies come down. Though the atmosphere is light and filled with treading Luke sobers and turns more serious.

“You really didn’t have to do this for me, you know,” he says again and hopes you’ll understand he’s not joking, he doesn’t want a volleying of Robbie between you.

Your demeanor shifts and suddenly you’re nearly sullen.

You let out a sigh, “I did. I don’t really know what we are to each other. Roommates. Co-parents. Friends? But I do know you’re Robbie’s father and this is what family does for each other.”

The emptiness in Luke’s chest begins to fill and flutter as he lets a grin claim his face. He looks from you to Robbie, presses a kiss to the top of his son’s head and then looks back up at you.

“Friends sounds good,” Luke says, though there’s a feeling of wanting more. He doesn’t voice that feeling, lets it on his tongue, simmer, knock around his chest and rattle his ribs.

“It does,” you agree with another little nod and nibble on the toast. “I’ll let you eat your breakfast in peace,” you say and shift off the bed without any way for him to protest. He senses that it’s enough for now, he doesn’t want to push. “Want me to take Robbie?”

“Absolutely not,” Luke says quickly and pulls Robbie up closer to him, settles him against his chest rather than his lap. “He’s the only birthday present I want.”

You laugh and assent to the plan of leaving Robbie with him. Before you break away for the door you hesitate and it piques Luke’s curiosity. You bite your lip and furrow your brows before heading towards him, leaning down and giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, Luke.”

In that moment, with your lips on his overheated skin, your son giggling in his ear and playing with his curls, Luke’s sure he’s never had a happier birthday.

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[babbushka]

I am SO sorry if requests are closed, I wasn’t sure! I just wanted to request hearing about the first time Mob Boss Kylo held hands with his honey. I’m so soft for him!

1.5k cw: Jewish!reader, kylo & reader as teenagers (childhood best friends to eventual lovers when they grow up but just friends as of right now lol) fluff, mild angst (the mortifying ordeal of being a teenager and going through puberty)

His palms are sweating, because of course they are. It’s your bat mitzvah, and he wants nothing more than to ask you to dance, but dammit, you’re too pretty and it’s making him sweat and why the fuck would you want to dance with a guy with sweaty hands? So he stalks around the outskirts of the ballroom, watching and lurking like a creep as your school friends take turns twirling you around, your laugh bursting out of your mouth, your braces glinting in the sunlight from the way that you’re grinning so wide.

Good, he thinks, Kylo wants you to be happy. He’s gone through a great deal of bullshit to make sure that you’re happy but…but dammit he wishes he were the one making you smile that like. Catching Uncle Luke’s eye for a moment, Kylo ducks his head and blushes, because Uncle Luke raises a brow and nods his head in your direction, and shit there go his palms again.

Why was this so mortifying? He’s your bodyguard, he’s spent more time with you than anyone. You were the closest thing to a best friend to him, if he allowed himself to think about it like that. So why was he shaking in his fucking dress shoes, rubbing his hands against his nice pressed trousers? He’s ready to bolt, ready to call the whole damn thing off – when he feels a hand on his arm.

“Everything okay?” You ask him, startling him so much that he nearly bumps over an entire display of pretty champagne glasses. The tips of his ears that poke out from under his yarmulke go bright red as he rights himself, but your eyes are only sparkling with laughter. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“Yes – I mean no – I mean.” He stumbles, not yet used to his long limbs, his growth spurt finally hit and hitting hard. Kylo clears his throat and speaks in his newly deepened voice, “Everything’s okay.”

You don’t buy it for one second, he can tell. You’re a walking talking lie detector, have been ever since your family started asking you to sit in on meetings a few years ago. Unlike the unlucky schmucks that you interrogate though, you don’t have an interest in pressing the issue with Kylo.

“Do you like my dress?” You ask instead, giving a showy spin, the tulle skirt flowing and making you look like the princess everyone in the tri-state area knew you were. There was even a tiara poised on your head, and Kylo can only think of how correct that image is, thinks how you should be wearing one every day. You spin again and smile, “I know you were there when we picked it out but, does it still look okay?”

“You look…” He tries not to be weird, tries not to be gross, he’s a couple years older than you, you’re like a sister to him – no wait, that wasn’t right, he can’t stand his fucking sister. He doesn’t know what you are. But he doesn’t want to weird you out so he winces as he lamely replies, “Great.”

“Thanks.” You laugh at his awkward compliment, and dammit the tips of his ears are burning. He wishes he could grow his hair out one day to hide them, especially when you go serious all of a sudden and demand to know, “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” Kylo lies, and you raise a brow, your arms crossing over your chest, catching him in it. He tries to cover, “I’m just, uh, keeping a lookout. You know. For danger.”

Kylo winces again, because the idea that you could possibly be in danger tonight is absolutely comical. The entire underground crime world has shown up for your bat mitzvah, some coming from Jersey, others from Philly, and some even all the way from Chicago. There were more guards and guys with guns in the ballroom than there were at the Pentagon tonight, and you both know it.

“Are you having fun?” Kylo asks, scratching the back of his neck, wishing he had some soda or something to drink. His own bar mitzvah wasn’t even this stressful for fuck’s sake.

“Not really.” You shrug one shoulder, and all of Kylo’s attention panics, zeroing in.

“What? Why not?” He stands up straighter, squares his shoulder, wondering what could be the problem, kicking himself for being so caught up in his complicated feelings to not notice that something had gone wrong.

“My favorite boy hasn’t asked me to dance all night. No matter how hard I keep hoping that he will.”

“Who? I swear to god I’ll find him (Y/N) – ” Kylo’s vision goes red, and he bares his crooked teeth just a little, hands balling into fists as his short fuse flares, but you’re laughing.

And then, miraculously, somehow, your hand is in his.

His anger melts away instantly, replaced by something he can’t name. He doesn’t know what this feeling is, but it’s terrifying, it’s sickening. Is he going to throw up? He can’t tell – why is his heart beating so fast?

“Kylo you’re such an idiot.” You throw a smile over your shoulder at him, leading him by the hand to the dance floor, where a soft and sweet slow song has begun to play.

He can’t get over it, the feeling of your hand in his. You didn’t even cringe when it almost slips out of your grip from how clammy it’s become, and Kylo thinks maybe there was danger, and he was killed in the crossfire, because with all the lights so bright and the air cloudy with cigarette smoke, he’s pretty sure this must be Heaven.

But it’s very real, because you’re looking at him expectantly, and he realizes he has to move his feet. Dancing. Shit. He didn’t…if he’s honest with himself he didn’t think he’d get this far. He didn’t really realize that he doesn’t know how to dance, and now everyone is watching – he can see Uncle Luke grinning behind his big grey beard off to the side – and he has to move his feet. Sensing his distress, you lead the dance, and that should be humiliating, but you haven’t pulled your hand away from his yet, and he’s still so floored that he’s even here to care.

“I’m your favorite?” He asks, trying to process that monumental statement.

“Duh.” You roll your eyes fondly at him, and Kylo has to clench his jaw tight or else he’ll say something stupid, something that’ll ruin everything.

When he calms down enough, and more people join the dance floor, Kylo’s buried dancing lessons come back to the forefront of his brain, and he takes the lead once again. With a pleased sigh, you tuck yourself close to him, resting your head on his chest. He’s too tall now for you to lean it against his shoulder, but that’s okay, you’re happy just the same.

“Thank you for being here with me.” You whisper to him, gently enough so that only Kylo can hear, “I know…I know Snoke is keeping you busy.”

“Hey,” Kylo frowns at the bitterness in your voice when you mention is name, and unthinkingly, Kylo pinches your chin between your fingers and tips your face up. Your gaze has clouded with something dark at the thought of his boss, and Kylo can’t have that, so he assures you, “You’re my number one priority. Always. Snoke couldn’t keep me busy enough to miss something like this.”

You’re not so sure you’re satisfied with that answer, he can tell in the way your eyes swim, but eventually you sigh, tucking yourself back underneath his chin, asking, “When do you go away again?”

“Not for two more weeks.” Kylo hopes that’ll be enough time for you to not feel sad. It’s your birthday, he doesn’t want you to feel sad, it goes against everything he works for.

“Do you think we could go up to the Catskills?” You whisper, like it’s a secret, like you don’t go up to the Catskills for a couple weeks every so often.

“Whatever you want.” Kylo nods, and you’re appeased then, and he takes advantage of that by spinning you and dipping you, reveling in the way you clutch to him with a laugh as your stomach swoops from being nearly upside down.

And then, it strikes him that one day, maybe, maybe if he’s lucky, one day when you’re older, maybe you’ll be in love, and maybe you’ll marry him, and maybe he’ll get to dance with you like this, have your hand in his like this. That’s lightyears away, he knows, anything could happen between now and then, he knows.

But it’s enough to have this moment, however brief it may be, with his best friend, and for the first time all evening, he’s not petrified. Not when you’re smiling at him, your favorite boy.

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[bananakarenina]

Rulie + happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go? PLZ AND THANK U

ahhhh this one was a cute one. i went full high school fluff--alive!phantoms au.

Having a girlfriend is pretty freaking great, Reggie thinks.

Having Julie Molina as a girlfriend is the pretty-freaking-greatest.

He never wants to stop touching her, and lucky for him she seems to feel the same. She snuggles into him on the couch now during movie nights, draping his arm around her, cuddling closer even when Carlos pretends to gag. On their first day being together at school, she meets him in the morning by the flagpole and takes his hand, and he loves the feeling of everyone’s eyes on them as they walk through the halls.

He learns to do his locker combination one-handed because he doesn’t ever want to let her go.

“Oh my God, you’re gonna be that couple, aren’t you?” Alex groans at lunch when Reggie almost spills his Mountain Dew trying to open it with one hand.

“Maybe,” Julie says, unrepentant, steadying the bottle so Reggie can safely twist off the cap.

“Definitely,” he says, and when Julie kisses him in front of the entire cafeteria she tastes like Code Red.

Alex manages to keep his lunch down, and Reggie is almost late to his next class because he walks Julie all the way across the building to hers, reveling in the feel of her soft hand in his.

They make it through the rest of the day in their separate classes, though Reggie’s not entirely sure how. He’s pretty sure he’ll need to borrow Alex’s notes for eighth period history, and Ms. Montoya just shakes her head at him when she picks up his Spanish pop quiz during ninth period.

“Todos sus respuestas son sobre Julie Molina,” she says, making a few of his classmates giggle. He just shrugs.

“Ella es mi novia ahora,” he replies, unable to keep a huge grin off his face. Ms. Montoya sighs.

“Felicidades. Al menos tu gramática es correcta,” she says, marking a 10/10 in the top corner.

Finally, finally the last bell rings and Julie meets him by the flagpole again and they walk home hand-in-hand, lingering behind Luke and Alex, who are bickering about the set list for their next open mic night. Reggie barely registers the argument because Julie’s fingers are laced with his, and she’s smiling at him, ears a little pink.

He opens the studio door with his right hand, ushering a still-snarking Alex and Luke through, and then Julie tugs him through the open door, pulling him close.

“Have they been like this all day?” Luke says, plugging in his amp and grinning at Alex.

“Yes,” Alex says, rolling his eyes. “I barely survived lunch.”

“We’re not that bad,” Reggie says, moving to pick up his bass from his stand.

Except he didn’t realize Julie was going for the piano. There’s a hard tug at the end of his hand, followed by a stretch in his shoulder and a hard impact.

“Oof,” he says.

“Ow,” Julie says.

“Oh my God,” Alex says.

Luke is laughing too hard to say anything at all.

“That’s it,” Alex continues, sarcasm fully activated. “Our band is now called Rulie and the Phantoms, and we’re gonna have to find a new bassist because our current one can’t let go of our lead singer and now plays half the piano parts.”

Reggie knows he’s blushing, but he can’t seem to mind too much when Julie’s still holding his hand and smiling up at him.

“We could kill two birds with one stone and just get Reggie a keytar,” she says.

Luke starts to squawk indignantly about the purity of the Phantoms’ sound, and in that moment Julie finally lets go of Reggie’s hand. He doesn’t have time to really miss it, though, because that’s when she wraps her arms around his neck to kiss him soundly.

“Meet you back right here after practice?” she murmurs after they break apart. Reggie can’t help but grin, bending down to softly kiss her fingers.

“I’ll see you then.”

[mandoalorian]

Return of the Jedi [Max Lord x gn!Reader]

Summary: You and Alistair are heartbroken when you find out opening week tickets for Return of the Jedi have sold out. So Maxwell calls an old friend and organises a special surprise for his little family.

Warnings: food mention

Word count: 2000>

Author’s note: I received a request to write a Maxwell Lord x neurodivergent!Reader from @smoldjarin . They provided me with so much information in regards to autism, stimming, hyperfixations and more. I had so much joy writing this and I hope you find joy in reading it too. I couldn’t have done this without Melissa. I just hope I done it justice. (PS— I wanted to include Melissa’s love for Star Wars in this. I think we all, as Pedro stans, love Star Wars).

Maxwell wanted to pull his hair out. He had no idea what you and Alistair were yapping on about, but, evidently, it was something you both felt very passionate about. He’d seen you enthusiastic like this before, sure, but this was the first time he’d ever seen Alistair so hyped up. His brown eyes were gleaming as he hopped up and down.

“He literally said ‘I am your father!’ you laughed and Alistair let out a long groan.

“Yeah but he’s the bad guy! And the bad guys always lie,” Alistair explained — and that statement alone was enough to make Maxwell frown. ‘The bad guys always lie’ ... Ironic, to say the least. But, Alistair did make an excellent point. “I don’t trust him.”

You giggled and pulled Alistair into your lap. You’d never found it easy, touching people and being so close to them, but Alistair has grown to be an exception. He was like a son to you.

“Well, I suppose all will be revealed next week.” you told the ebony haired boy, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You and Alistair got along really well, and Maxwell couldn’t be more grateful, but it was the moments when you both babbled on about Star Wars that had him feeling the most clueless. Granted, he hadn’t found the chance to sit through the movies, but he wanted to because he knew how much it meant to you and his son.

He was also made blissfully aware that the third and final instalment of the trilogy was being released next week, because you and Ali couldn’t stop talking about it. Even in the moments when Alistair wasn’t there, you expressed your excitement to Maxwell. He found it endearing though. He loved it when you talked about your interests and current hyper-fixations. Which is why his heart broke when you read the Friday morning paper and found out all the tickets for opening week were sold out.

Max, despite having no interest in Star Wars, was devastated when he saw the look on your face. He especially didn’t want to be the person who had to break the bad news to Alistair.

“I was really looking forward to it.” You mumbled sadly, your eyes fixated on your cereal. You only had a little left to eat, but truthfully, you’d lost all appetite. These movies and this franchise meant the absolute world to you, and now no doubt you’d have the final movie spoiled for you at work or by the television.

“Oh darling,” Maxwell hummed, wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you tight. You relished in his warmth and found yourself getting lost in the comforting scent of his sweet musk cologne. “I know. And I’m sorry,” the silence between you both broke his heart. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll fix this.”

You weren’t sure how he could possibly fix this. There were simply no more seats available in the movie theatres. He couldn’t just spawn in more seats. What Maxwell Lord did have though, was power, influence and money— and when he put his mind to something, he was sure to get it done. You had never met anyone more determined than him.

He didn’t want to leave you that morning, but duty called and he had to go to work. You tried your hardest to push through the day, ignoring this morning’s revelation. You opted to meet up with a friend at the park, and got ice cream. But when you’re friend told you they’d got tickets, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. You deserved these tickets. It just wasn’t fair.

Maxwell was struggling to focus on his work too. He was running out of bright ideas, but he didn’t just want his statement from this morning to be another empty promise. He actually wanted to fix this. He’d do anything to make you and Alistair happy.

Then it struck him. If his life was a kids cartoon, an illuminated lightbulb would’ve popped above his head. He buzzed his assistant, Raquel, into his office.

“Mr. Lord?” she smiled, walking towards his pine wood desk. Maxwell combed his fingers through his golden locks of hair and looked up at the blonde girl.

“Do I know anyone who is in the uh— the new Star Wars movie?” He inquired.

Raquel was expecting some question about the latest oil numbers, or a request for more supplements — so to say she was taking aback by her boss’ query was an understatement.

She thought for a moment. “Well, Harrison Ford has been a long time investor for Black Gold. He attended last year’s charity gala. Do you remember?”

Of course Maxwell remembered. How could one forget about being in the presence of Hollywood A-Lister Harrison Ford? “Harrison’s in Star Wars?” Maxwell quizzed, trying to hide his piqued curiosity. “Bring me his number. I have to make a call.”

———

Maxwell was so excited to get home and share the good news with you and Alistair. You greeted him just as you normally did, with a loving embrace and a gentle kiss.

“How was your day sweetheart?” your boyfriend asked, smoothing out your hair.

You shrugged. “Fine I s’pose,” you told him. “How was work?”

Maxwell’s grin only grew. “Bring Alistair in.” he beamed.

You called for the boy who had been playing with his action figures in his bedroom. His mom had dropped him off about an hour before Maxwell got home. You and Ali snuggled into each other on the crushed velveteen sofa as Maxwell paced backwards and forwards. It wasn’t nervous pacing though, he was bubbling with anticipation.

“I hope you’re all excited for tomorrow night,” Maxwell began, before flashing three pristine Return of the Jedi tickets before yours and Alistair’s eyes. “Because I met with my good friend Han Solo for lunch and he has given us access to a private screening on Sunday night. So we get to see the movie before the rest of the world.”

You felt like you were in a dream. He’d done it. He’d actually fixed it. You didn’t know how and you knew better than to question him, but it didn’t matter because he somehow managed to fix this and it was all to you and Alistair. You’d found it so hard to find someone who loved you for you, who didn’t mind your stims and who encouraged your hyperfixations. But Maxwell was that man and you couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten.

Alistair bounced up and jumped on his dad, almost knocking him over in the process. Maxwell wrapped his arms around the six year old and picked him up.

“Daddy! Thank you thank you thank you!” he squealed, unable to contain his ecstatic grin. “I had no idea you were friends with Han Solo!”

Maxwell smiled. “Oh yeah, me and Han go way back. I used to co pilot with him on the—“ Maxwell paused for a second as he tried to recall what Harrison told him. He had to get this right. “—Millennium Falcon?”

Both yours and Alistair’s jaw dropped. Gods, he was good at this. Maxwell may have been a brilliant businessman but he was an even better father.

“Does that mean you know Luke and Leia too?” Alistair asked.

“Oh yes.” Maxwell nodded, despite having no idea who Luke and Leia were.

“And Chewbacca?”

Chewbacca? Maxwell thought. What kind of name was that? Never the less he smiled and nodded. “Absolutely.”

“And Artoo and Threepio?”

Maxwell blinked. “Yep.” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Wow daddy,” Alistair hummed, snuggling into his dad’s chest. “I’m so excited.”

Maxwell dropped Alistair the ground and kneeled to his level. “You should put on your jammies and have an early night. That way, tomorrow will come around quicker.”

“Okay!” Alistair agreed enthusiastically before running back into his bedroom.

“And remember Ali!” Maxwell called. He cleared his throat and pointed his finger. “I am your father.”

That was it. That was the last straw. You’d tried your hardest to hold back your laughter as Max humoured his son, but seeing your boyfriend do a Darth Vader impression was something else.

Max sighed and sat down next to you, pulling your body into his lap. “I love you so much, my dear.”

You grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you too. I can’t believe you did all of this.” you revealed.

“I always keep my promises.” he replied with the most genuine smile.

———

The movie was a success, and even Maxwell enjoyed it, which was very unexpected.

“I can’t believe Darth Vader was telling the truth,” Alistair sighed, exasperated. It had been a long day for sure, and his cheeks were still rosy with excitement. “I’m so glad Darth Vader isn’t my dad.”

Maxwell tutted.

“But he turned good in the end,” You smiled, taking Ali’s hand. “He saw what truly mattered. He had to save his son.”

Yeah, the parallels between Vader and Luke and Maxwell and Alistair were interesting to say the least.

“Daddy, who was your favourite character?” Alistair asked.

Maxwell thought for a moment. “I liked that guy in the green armour, he was cool. He sorta reminds me of, well, me.”

“Boba Fett?” Alistair quirked an eyebrow. “Oh daddy, no one is as cool as Boba Fett.”

Maxwell feigned a gasp. “Not even your old

man?”

Alistair giggled and rolled his eyes. “I liked the Ewok!” he announced and then tugged on your hand. “Who did you like?”

“I like Leia,” you beamed. “She’s strong and beautiful...”

“Just like you.” Maxwell whispered, brushing his

lips against yours.

The night came to an end and you couldn’t have been happier. As you lay in bed, you thanked Maxwell for all he had done. He was truly the best boyfriend in the world. He loved you so much, and he swore in that moment, as you fell asleep in his arms, that the next promise he’d make would be a promise to himself.

He was going to marry you.

———

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Fame With No Shame | Part Three

A/N; I think at most there will be one more part to this series, and that will be the reveal of Luke and the readers relationship to the public. Thankyou for all of the requests for this series, please enjoy xx

Summary; in the midst of an interview, there is talk of (Y/N) dating a member. The interviewer is keen to find who is the lucky gentleman within their ranks, but can Luke remain steady though the enquiries about his girl?

Brushing his hands down his black clothed legs, Luke sat upon the seat, eyes interpreting his composure. His face was slightly flushed, aware that his hair was a bouquet of messy curls, the state of his redress had not gone unnoticed by the hostess nor his curious band members. All were wondering of whom he had hassled sexually with before this set, but nothing was mentioned, at least not yet.

A small part of him wanted to let the world know of his relationship status, and more importantly, whom he was entangled with. But it would all be released in due time, he would just have to remain both vigilant of letting anything slip and patient. The rumours could manage to infuriate and humour him all at once, so many fans had claimed to know the identity of the woman in his life.

There were many suspicions, although they were only proven by the hope and dedication of all kinds of people on sites such as tumblr and wattpad, that his lover that was concealed to their eyes was not a lady at all. It was perceived that it was a bandmate; a dear friend of his, that he was sleeping and taking midnight strolls with.

That of course was not the truth, the shipping had been dragging on for years, he sometimes wished that the guesses could be correct all by their own. (Y/N) however was amused by how much it infuriated him, and all of his frustrations would dissipate at the sound of her glorious laugh, and in the end, all that was left was for him to join in and relax.

Things between them were certainly going good, to say the least. He had never felt so elated to see someone pour themselves a mug of coffee, or tie their shoelaces. It wasn’t hard, and hadn’t been difficult for him to admit the facts �� he was in love. If there was any evidence that they existed, he was sure that he had found his soulmate.

She understood not only his emotions, but his springs of motivation, the ideas that would creep in the middle of the night or whilst he was in the bathroom for songs. His process was normal to her, because she experienced the same waves of inspiration, the urge to write what flowed to mind and execute lyrics until they were sure enough ready and sounded right to be released to the rest of the world.

And together, that was like the universe had combined the two creators for a reason, to make a beautiful sound, an eternal symphony that would play on forever and a day. If people knew about them, it could disturb the state of their peace, the security that they found within their relationship. And that would be the most tragic and morbid interference that either of them could ever experience.

Hate online was strong, and (Y/N) suspected that neither of them were prepared to take the mixed responses to their newfound and blooming romance. Each of them individually received the expressions of resenting opinions, through messages, through posts, through the loop of the internet. It was never ending, the trolls were headstrong and stubborn, they didn’t want to be stopped, and any reply that they got in turn only made their day, encouraging them to cackle away at the fact that they drew a celebrity’s attention and time away from more important matters.

“And we’re live.” The hostess of the radio show confirmed, settling more comfortably into her plush, swivel seat, as she set her digging eyes into the men that were seated around the platform of a small, recorded station. “My name is Heidi, and we are here on HotRadio, with the one, the only, Five Seconds of Summer.”

Luke adjusted his headset, leaning closer to the microphone so that he was close enough to allow his reviews and answers be heard better than when he was reclined back, awaiting the start of the recording. “So now tell me boys, how was it working with (Y/N) (L/N) for your new single, Flashes.” He gulped at the mention of her name, this wasn’t the best situation, considering that he could accidentally allow some classified information slip, and spiral through the channels of the web.

“She was amazing!” Michael blazed in with his initial impression of her, a jolly grin spread across his lips and chin. “We’ve been fans of her work for so long, it was a dream to finally work with her.” His hands waved as he spoke, confirming his excitement, although working with (Y/N) had already been and gone.

“Yeah.” Ashton bobbed his head, agreeing with his friend. “She is such a talented woman, we don’t do many collaborations singing with other people, but all four of us can definitely admit that she was such a great sport. She put so much work into the song, from lyrics and notes, there is a bright future ahead of her.”

The boys speaking of her made Luke want to purposely trip in his secrecy, they had no expense from gushing over her in such an idealistic way. However if he were to join in, he’d risk the exposure of the relationship. (Y/N) would be mad at him if he were to do that, so he rubbed his chin, feeling the growing prickles of stubble against his guitar picked hands.

Heidi smiled, they were eager to tell her their what appeared to be honest opinion. Yet there were still more details that she and the fans sought; answers. There were so many questions that were lingering, waiting to be spoken aloud in the recorded air.

“Was there any romance sparked between one of you and (Y/N)? How about you Calum?” It was typical, the enquiries about the song itself, that was supposed to be the main attention of this interview , it wasn’t about love, or feelings or whatever.

The thought that Calum, out of all of them, was the one considered to have gained her affections made Luke bite the inside of his cheek. Sure, Calum was single, but so was he, or at least was in the media’s eyes, and before he met (Y/N).

Luke’s frown was subtle, but it was still there! And everyone was oblivious to his disconcerting expression, all because the spotlight shined on the bassist, and the idea that he, out of all them, was privileged enough to have possibly shared a bed or the exchange of numbers in the static noise of the track.

Cal cleared his throat, ruffling the collar of his shirt, as though there were a reason for him to be fanning himself. “I mean, I’m not one to disclose that personal information.” That son of a bitch, Luke thought. From his response, something had obviously occurred, it was too bland for an answer.

That was until said boy began to laugh, spewing a humoured chuckle from his mouth whilst looking Luke dead in the eyes. The opposing man could only frown, his face hardened by the strong crease that went down the centre of it.

“Too bad she already has a boyfriend.” Michael chipped in, the guitarist’s attitude and statement not only making Luke paranoid, but also worried. What if he were not the only one that had grabbed the affections of (Y/N)?

 To begin with, it was clear that she was a bit of a player, and he had no problem with it, there was nothing wrong at all with a woman embracing her sexuality, it was even kind of sexy. But now they were partners in a relationship, and he could only trust her to be faithful.

Mikey’s words had not only drawn the intrigue of the lead singer, but also Heidi, who was leant forward in her seat, the dimples in her face prominent as she was presenting glee from hearing first time news, that was broadcasting on her radio channel.

“Are we permitted to be told who the lucky gentleman is?” How she hoped that the revelation would be unconcealed during this very interview, personally the woman was curious herself, but also the thought of the views skyrocketing encouraged her desperation for an answer.

Ash smirked, his eyes fluttering through his trio of bandmates, this was certainly entertaining for the rest of them also. Except one from the looks of it, Luke was gnawing on the outer portion of his lip. This was getting to him, just as they wanted. They knew, all along, what was occurring between Luke and the talented lady.

She had been a crush of his for a long time, and it seemed that she shared that affliction of interests, by being attracted to the natural blonde himself. It was noticeable to the boys from the first time that (Y/N) had entered the studio, their eyes navigated to the sight of the other, and their attention had to be drawn for the pair to look away from one another.

“One of us.” The eldest member replied, and Luke realised that in that moment, he had not been as discreet with the entire dating ordeal as he thought he had. They’d quickly realised that there were strings attached when Luke began to miss their nights out clubbing, and said he’d prefer to stay in and watch a movie – alone.

However, it was not a solitary activity, and binging television was not all that the promiscuous man was partaking in. The symptoms that brought light and revelation to Luke and (Y/N)’s involvement was matching marks of red suction bites around the circumferences of their throats, that eventually healed and could be concealed, however the boys could see right through their efforts.

And then there was the undebatable evidence of smeared lipstick scorned across their lips, a shade which consisted perfectly against one another, from nudes to striking reds, the pigment that streaked against Luke’s vigorously hungry lips consisted to be suspiciously similar to the original prominence that was lined and filled on (Y/N)’s own petalled mouth.

“Oh.” It appeared that the prying interviewer had not even put any efforts into hiding her pleasantly condemned grin, every detail that was slipping through the teeth of the men gave her some kind of joy.

She had somehow hit a gold mine with the answers that her pay check curiosity had earned her. There was so much going on behind the scenes that had never been revealed, and it seemed that all would be exposed, on HotRadio! “Are we granted to know which one of you is the lucky man?”

Luke shifted in his chair, gripping onto the arms with his painted nails. He was prepared to hit rock bottom in this deep deep ocean that he had swam himself into, yet a snicker left Cal, bringing all afraid and all too alert attention to him.

“I think not, we can keep a secret for a little longer.” His eyes paced slyly over to Luke, sending him an all knowing wink.

He sighed, he lived to fight another day.

[leorizanzel]

RE: drabble ask game. Luke Skywalker, 26, 8

26 - A very cheesy date, 8 - "“You’re lucky you’re cute, because your taste in music is awful.”

I want you all to know this story is me calling myself out for my horrible taste in music.

DinLuke, "Cute Without The 'E'", Rated G

"You're lucky you're cute, because your taste in music is awful."

Din couldn't help but laugh at Luke's horrified gasp as he nearly slammed on the brakes in shock.

"Din Djarin, you take that shit back right now," Luke said, absolutely scandalized. "I swear to God, I will turn this car around."

Din's laughter grew louder over the sounds of Taking Back Sunday pouring through the car's stereo. "I promise to take it back if you promise not to subject me to Hawthorne Heights again."

Luke flipped the turn signal on as he pulled into the '50's style diner that Din pointed out every single time they passed down this road, the neon lights of the restaurant visible for miles. He grinned as Din's eyes grew big at the sight.

"You asked me to bring you to a 'cute date' with 'burgers, milkshakes, and jukeboxes'," Luke said as he parked the car and shut off the engine. "Buuuuuut, I can always just find somewhere else. McDonald's is definitely open."

Din groaned loudly. "Fine. I'm sorry for insulting your music. Can we go inside now?"

"Not until you apologize to Gerard Way."

Din let out a highly undignified squawk. "I already apologized!"

Luke only responded with a turn of the key in the ignition, letting the roar of the engine act as his answer.

"Fine," Din grumbled. "I apologize for all slights, real and imagined, that I have ever directed towards the lead singer of My Chemical Romance or his musical genre. I also preemptively apologize for any insults, offenses, or barbs I may utter in the future."

Luke cut the engine, smiling widely as he reveled in his boyfriend's pain. "You're lucky you're cute. Also, I'm starving."

"I'm not going to forgive you for this."

"Hush," Luke scoffed as he opened his door. "You listen to weird hipster shit like Neutral Milk Hotel, so I don't want to hear it."

[mykingdomforasong]

Skymandolo 7 + 17?

Soulmates & Sex then love [prompt list] - Rated M

When his aunt and uncle had first explained the soulmarks, they left out the crucial detail that love didn't happen overnight.

It took a long time for him to find his first one. Luke had been so busy with Leia's rescue that even during their quick changes in and out of the Storm Trooper gear, he didn't notice the vine-like patters that had started to grow across his chest and left shoulder.

Everyones marks were different, and their meaning was often hard to figure out, if there was a meaning at all. They were like dreams that way - often dizzying and confusing with a meaning only parsable by the deepest parts of your own subconscious.

Luke didn't have to work too hard to figure out the meaning of his, though. Green vines with the occasional blossom. It was a Tatooine courting gift. Like Han, it wasn't native to Tatooine, and like Luke, it wouldn't thrive long-term in that environment.

Han must have taken a little longer to find his. Maybe Luke should have told him as soon as he found his, but they had a Death Star to destroy. There wasn't time for revelations of that size. Luke likes to believe that, soulmark or not, Han would have come back to save him.

They weren't in love when they landed, but there was a tension between them that wouldn't go away easily. They soon found themselves in a dark corner of a Yavin 4 party, medals of honor clanking together between them, Luke's legs wrapped around Han's hips, his back against a wall, Han's hands on his -

Fucking was easier than love, which proved to be a problem.

"I don't understand," Luke said, putting his clothes back on. A fight had turned into fucking, and it was heading back to a fight faster than he could stop. "I thought this was suppose to be easy. We're soulmates apparently."

Han laughed at him. "Kid, nothing in this galaxy is easy." Han got out of bed and took Luke's hands. "But you're right. This should be." Luke looked up at him, doing his best to make his eyes wide and just the right amount of pouty. It wasn't long before they were tumbling back into bed, Luke's clothes discarded again, as they made mutual promises to try harder.

Luke knew that people could have more than one soulmark. It wasn't uncommon. Sometimes they formed after someone lost a partner, but sometimes they formed alongside an existing one. After nine years with Han, though, Luke didn't expect to find a new one tracing its way up his arms. And he didn't expect his student's father to be the one to trigger it.

Grogu found it first. He pulled on Luke's sleeve and revealed traces of silver lines outlining his lightning scars. Luke sent a com to Din right away, and then to Han.

The flight back to Yavin 4 was more terrifying than it should have been. He had no idea how Han would react to the news.

"Thought you were picking up a new student, not a new man," he said. But he was smiling, arms crossed as a joke, not a jealous jab. Right, Luke thought, exhaling for the first time since leaving Din, he'd react like Han.

They got lucky. First, that when Boba Fett dropped Din off that Boba and Han didn't kill each other. And then that Din and Han got along dangerously well. Their mutual marks appeared on their thighs, where they both holstered their blasters. When Han undressed for the night, his hip bore the imprint of a blaster, as if his own had overheated and burned his skin.

"Luke!" Din yelled through the wall. "Han?"

"Good news for you," Han said, pulling Luke in tight.

It was all a little too overwhelming for Din in the beginning. "I never thought I'd find someone," he confessed, "there have been so many people I wanted to ... but they weren't ..." He wasn't a man of many words, they realized.

So after a few days, when the tension of an unresolved soulmark was too much for him continue to handle on his own, Han and Luke went slowly, treating him with the same reverence and care he treated his own beskar. He left his helmet on for the first hour, but then it seemed irrelevant. If they weren't married by morning (they weren't), they would be eventually (they were).

"It's a shame that you hide your face from the rest of the galaxy," Luke said, kissing Din's chest as he breathed heavily. He's lost count of the number of hours and orgasms that had passed.

"More for us," Han said, his hands trailing lower again, down Din's thighs before back up towards the apex.

Din grabbed Han's wrist before he could touch him again. "You're gonna kill me," he said.

Han nodded. "Luke?" Han offered. Luke nodded eagerly, crawling over Din, who let himself freely touch Luke as he moved. "Feel free to watch, Hotshot," Han said as Luke settled himself on Han's lap.

[ahysopae]

The Gifted episode 1, or how to start introducing 15 characters without overwhelming the viewer

The Gifted first foundation are the characters: each of them is beautifully flawed. They're close enough of archetypes to give to the viewer references (it's very important to have elements to link them to another character or to yourself - 'I see myself in them' is the best and easiest way to get you to love a character), but also each one of them has their identity clearly defined. But we have 15 characters in total, and even if some of them are mostly in the background (looking at the twins right now), it was not possible to introduce all at once (luckily, because I would never remember all their names in this case). I suppose it's one of the reasons for the switch of main character between the episodes (and since I'm a sucker for this type of thing, I'm in awe).

The first episode focus on Pang (of course it's our protagonist, our Percy Jackson - maybe I should dive in this later), but also introduce us, at least in the surface, to Nac, Wave, Namtarn, Ohm and Pom and give us hints on almost all of the others. Pang is at first shown to us as a voice-over, solidifying him as the narrator, even if we realize soon that what he says is for his webcam. The bit before the opening presents him like someone charismatic and determined, a teenager speaking about something than most people know, because they live or lived it. For the sake of this analysis/words vomit I will forget the introduction of the episode, with all the teasers for what's soon to come. So the Pang we meet later see himself as dumb: we saw him as a quick-witted boy, good to play innocent, a bit impertinent, not good at test and a bit pouty when he fails - but kind, at heart. A good kid. Through him we discover the school system in all its unfairness, and even if it's shown kinda jokingly, already the horror of it start to be apparent.

Pang for this bit is our introduction to the universe of the show, because we discover the rules with him. It's a pretty common way to lead the viewer or reader in a new universe (in Star Wars, the movie starts with Luke leaving his farm and discovering something else in the galaxy, Harry Potter is literally introduced to the magical world, the hobbits in lotr leave the little Shire to travel in the rest of the Middle Earth, ...). The important part it's that we can link the two: Pang, like the Gifted program, is more that we think at first. He is mostly more dangerous, and we have some clues of that with his first use of his potential - already in the first episode, already on Nac.

Pang's existence is also the first break in the system: him being both gifted and in 8th class is a paradox, and almost everyone seems not sure what to do with him (except Pom, maybe) him the first. He believes that he hasn't his place in the gifted program, and is really insecure about that.

Nac seems at first a nice friend. He is okay too help Pang with his plans (helping him with the phone and lying for him about his class at meal) and to share his room with him. He is also favorable to the school system (clearly because he is in the good side of the fence), even if he haven't a issue to bend or break the rules for his own advantage. His mask breaks when his friend (his dumb friend, to be precise) has better than him.

Nac has two uses in the narrative: he is an opposite mirror of Wave (in words and in attitude - where Wave is prickly, Nac is charming, but both of them use the same insult, leech, on Pang about his relationship with the other) and he is a trigger to Pang's potential. In fact he is probably the one Pang controls the most in the season (I don't remember if he uses his potential two or three time on him, so don't quote me on that, I will probably realize my mistake later on).

Wave - well, Wave is Wave. The first thing we see of him is in the classroom while Pang runs with the phone he takes back (remember, I don't cover the introduction's part here, because the first thing we see of him is, in fact, a background for a second during an exam and him punching Pang). He looks extremely bored, almost sleeping on his table (in contrast with Nac, on the same line than him, who drinks the teacher's words), until Pang literally break the studious ambiance, proving again that he is here to disturb the established order. Already we know that Wave doesn't feel the need to hide when something bore him, even if he is in a social situation where he should. He comes out like not good socially, arrogant and not the type to try to please.

His first interaction with Pang is a disaster (like no Wave, it's not how you flirt make a friend), and could place him on the school's side (symbolized by the ominous Ladda) even if we realize soon enough that the only side Wave chooses is his own. It leads again to a confrontation Nac/Wave, where Wave is defined as a solitary kid, in contrast with the sociable Nac. Nac himself establishes Wave as a mathematical/computer genius who takes pride in his intelligence (and the flashback, by focusing at first on Punn, gives us an hint of him as almost as intelligent than Wave - he raises his hand almost as fast but more politely - until we realize Wave doesn't write his answer. It tells us that Punn is clever, well-mannered and hard-working, and also that his relationship with Wave will be competitive but they are linked in a way or an other).

Him reveling the meaning of potentials just after Pang understood it and seemed ready to give the answer (even if it was in fact to ask to leave), is a proof that they could form a good team -or be the worst of enemies.

For Namtarn, lets first address the elephant in the room: I don't believe one instant the "romantic" interaction between Pang and her (cut to my mum telling "if it's how men and women interact in Thailand, their birth rate must be really low"). It's worst again in contrast with Claire and Punn, who are almost glued to the hips, or the friendship between Korn and Claire or Mon, or between Namtarn and Ohm. They tried romance, I see clumsy awkward people, and I can't believe it's not voluntarily.

Aside from that, Namtarn appears like perceptive, guessing who is Pang and that he is in the gifted class, a bit curious and nice, even if socially she's not the best (and I mean, yeah, they're 15-years-olds, so it's normal, like it's normal if some of them are cocky to the extreme). It could give us some clue about the fact that she grows up pretty sheltered, but it's maybe a stretch for my part.

Ohm first phrase is for asking a pen (does someone counted how many pens Ohm loses? It will be a fun statistic). He comes as the smiley-go-lucky kind of guy, telling everything that crosses his mind, putting his feet on his mouth every time he speaks. Also for the enigma posed by Pom he clearly doesn't know the answer and only raise his hand to follow the group.

Side question but why no one give him tissues? Boy nosebleeds every two minutes.

The first we see of Pom is when Pang and Nac try to steal the exam's results. His face stay in the shadow while we discover he is in charge of the exam. I feel obligated to point that we see his face a bit more after he drops his pen, and we know how much this pen is important for the rest of the plot (I'm realizing right now that it's in fact, a Chekhov's gun) . For his first apparition before the class, he has an image of a nice teacher, asking his students to call him by his nickname. Already we can link the metronome to him, since its in the classroom (since it's shown while Ohm has a nosebleed trying to resolve the rubik's cube, we can say it's linked to the potential too, but it's maybe a stretch).

To ends that, I want to point that the first plan where we see all the gifted class, when Pang enters, gives us a lot of information about the characters and their relationships together (It also puts us in Pang's shoes). We have the group Mon-Korn-Claire-Punn: Korn smile to Mon and Claire, Claire speaks to Mon and Korn before turning her head to Punn, her body already directed to him, Punn is separated to them since he sits on his table, but his body is turned in Claire's direction too. Namtarn is ready to take note, her back straight, while Ohm is slumped on his table and looks around. When we have a plan on each of them watching Pang, Mon's face is open and curious, Korn kinda shy away, Claire is disdainful, Punn is attentive, the twins gauge him (and already they have matching band-aids and Wave rolls his eyes so hard he clearly make it voluntarily.

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Song explanations and image credits under the cut.

Next Year - Two Door Cinema Club

Complicated feelings towards the beginning of the 7 year gap. Phoenix’s whole life has changed, Miles is doing his international prosecutor thing along with his sister, and maybe - just maybe - they have a few feelings towards each other that they are definitely not going to discuss.

No Light, No Light - Florence + The Machine

Come closer/stay away. Those feelings are definitely there, but life is just so complicated right now for the both of them, and maybe this isn’t the best idea to begin with. Phoenix is getting into the sketchy business of figuring Kristoph out, and Miles just wants him not to shoulder his burdens alone.

Let’s Go - Stuck in the Sound

Phoenix is figuring it out, getting his shit together, and getting out of his depression. He’ll get through this, dammit. Even if he has to keep camouflaged from Kristoph. Might be starting to figure out his feelings towards Miles, or maybe just acknowledging the possibility that they could be together.

Shape of My Heart - Sting

Honestly, kind of Beanix’s theme song. This isn’t him, not deep down, but he can play along until his trap finally springs.

It Was Always You - Maroon 5

The Revelation(tm) on Phoenix’s end.

Sun - Two Door Cinema Club

The Revelation(tm) on Miles’ end.

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

Things used to be so simple when they were kids. Or maybe they never were. Still, they’ve fought to be there for each other - maybe that can be true in a different way, now?

Have I Always Loved You? - Copeland

The continuing revelation on Miles’ end, plus his desire to help Phoenix, protect him from all the shit going on, just as Phoenix once tried to for him.

Lucky Strike - AJJ

A... realistic depiction of what their relationship will be like, courtesy of Phoenix.

First Day Of My Life - Bright Eyes

A happy reminiscence from Miles.

Image credits: 

Cover image:  "Could Love be on the Cards?" by Luke Hayfield Photography is licensed under CC BY 2.0. Mildly edited by me.

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