*Grabs All Of His Movies And Plays Them On Repeat While Waiting For 3AM*

Okay, okay, the girly ass giggle I just made, I feel like a goddamn middle schooler..

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Lovely Gesture

You got up and rubbed your tired eyes, looking over to Anakin sleeping peacefully beside you. He always looked so cute sleeping, his hair messily falling over his eyes, and his chest rising in a slow, soothing rhythm. You smiled to yourself and got up, wriggling slowly and effectively from the arm around your waist. You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth, before making sure he was still asleep and tip-toeing to the kitchen to make him breakfast. Anakin had a scheduled mission today with Obi-Wan, so before he was gone, you decided to do something nice for him. You thought for a long moment what to make him, and then decided really sweet and over the top waffles were amazing. You took out the waffle maker Ani made you for your birthday, and warmed it up, mixing the batter meanwhile. When the waffle maker warmed up, you carefully poured the ready batter into the awaiting squares. You closed the lid and went off to grab the whip cream from the fridge, chocolate syrup and strawberries; Anakin always loved when you did something over the top for him. When you opened the waffle maker lid, you waited a bit to grab a plate and something to scoop the first waffle with, and then placed it on the plate, adding a bit of butter before grabbing the waffle mix and pouring more for the second waffle and closing the lid. Humming silently, you went to do other things around the house while waiting for the waffle to be done: opening the blinds, letting the light pour in, and occasionally checking on the waffle. Once it was done, you poured the last of the batter into the waffle maker and waited, this time, buttering the second waffle and starting to decorate the sides of the plate with the strawberries and small columns of whipped cream. Adding the now finished third waffle into the small kingdom of buttered waffles, the fun really began. You drizzled (And by drizzled, I mean, used the whole bottle) on the stack and drowned it in whipped cream and occasional strawberries. Admiring your masterpiece, you hear Anakin shuffling around in the room, getting up. You smiled. "Hey. What's that your making?" He asked when he entered the kitchen and looked at you. "It's for you." You said sweetly, going over and taking both his hands and leading him to the absolute mouth-watering breakfast you compiled, he chuckled at the gesture, gave you a kiss and spun you around in a hug. "And that's why I love you." He smiled. You got him a fork and butterknife and watched him eat with a content smile. The way he ate it, it looked almost adorable, and smirking as he got every ingredient and topping. Once he finished, (Remarkably fast, I mean, he's Anakin Skywalker.) He leaned over to you, whispering, "What did I do to deserve you..." And kissed your ear lovingly, then your cheek and finally your lips.

Sleeked Windows

Outside was a downpour; the sky raging at the land in an hour long battle, punctuated by short respite, then continuation. The sky, shrouded by dark, ominous clouds lashing whipping winds and hail-like rain, causing everyone to stay at home.

You and Anakin were no exception. In a way, you were glad that the storm was scheduled for today. Ani had been away so frequently it seemed like you both lived in two different places, you at the palace of your home and him at the Temple. However, the storm offered a breather, a chance for reconnection.

Anakin sat on the sofa, his Jedi clothes shed and in a washing cycle currently as he called to you, as you worked on some hot cocoa in the kitchen. "Angel, how many blankets did you want to use?" You took a moment to think. "Those two weighted ones, of course!" He nodded to himself and moved to go grab them, passing by you as you added extra jumbo marshmallows into the mug, to the point where the liquid was invisible. "You and your marshmallows.." He chuckled, wrapping his mechanical hand around your waist, letting it rest on your soft tummy as he leaned in to kiss your neck a few times.

"I've missed you.." You confess to him finally, your hand slipping off of the mug as you rest it on the counter. He lets out a hum, pulling off of your neck. "I've missed you too, princess.. I know I've been away, busy. But we have all the time in the world to spend." He whispers into the shell of your ear, before resuming his sweet assault on your neck, eventually picking you up, bridal style, as if you weight nothing, and carrying you to the couch, throwing you onto it, and watching your face contort in surprise, slight fear and then happiness.

He took his spot beside you, wrapping you in one of the weighted blankets, pressing the remote to the hologram-drama. The hot chocolate completely forgotten as he embraced you tightly, as if he never wanted you to leave.

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Author's Note: I have no idea how long it's been! But here you go hehe.

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Rumors (Part 2)

"Do you believe them? The rumors?" You asked again, a tone of major panic evident in your voice. Obi-Wan looked at you. "The ones of attachment? Between you and I?" You nod. "Y\N, I do not stoop to the levels of eavesdropping when I can ask you and get the answer firsthand." Obi-Wan speaks seriously, his voice turning slightly firm. "I-I know, Obi-Wan..." You sigh. Your eyes flickering from his gorgeous, pearly blue eyes to the floor. "Then why are you asking me?" His Coruscatian accent making you even more anxious. "Because!" You burst out and then notice you yelled. "God, Obi..." You sigh, feeling embarrassed by your outburst. Obi's gaze softened and Anakin leaned against a wall, seeming both eager and annoyed at the same time ."Y\N...." Obi-Wan muttered your name. "Don't make me say it." You plead, gazing at him with slight desperation. Obi-Wan stepped closer to you, his face a familiar, comforting vision. "I like you, too." He whispers into your ear as he embraces you, his arms tightly and lovingly wrapping around your waist. The words made your heart skip a beat. "A-Attachment is forbidden in the Jedi Order." You stammer, head against his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heart beating. The proximity sent chills up your spine. His beard rubbed up against the crook of your neck and his brown robe practically swallowed your body. He chuckled. "My dear, you are worth going against the Jedi Code for." You were sure you blushed at these words. Over the course of the next few days, you and Obi-Wan got used to having and maintaining a secret relationship, with Anakin as the only person who knew.

Cuddling Them Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: The Order had kept him busy for a long time, and although he did not like it, it meant the world to him you were patient with him. However, on a particularly bad day for him, when nothing seemed to go his way, he came back to you, not caring of his hateful attitude, until he did. You asked him a couple questions like, "What's wrong?" and "What happened at work today, sweetie?" and he had told you he didn't wish to speak about it, but you still pushed, out of concern. You couldn't make it better unless you knew what it was.

But it annoyed him, and he snapped at you, "Jesus, are you fucking deaf, Y\N?! I told you to leave it!" And you immediately shut up, leaving the room to deal with the incoming tears threatening to flood your face. At first, Kylo just stayed silent and sat himself on the couch, dealing with his anger himself, but after a few moments of gathering himself, he could hear the soft and muffled cries of you sobbing and it struck him like a ton of bricks. He should not have spoken to you like that. You, his beloved sweetheart, he yelled at you. When you tried to help him.

"Y\N... baby, that wasn't me, you know that. I didn't mean to treat you like that, you don't deserve it. I just had a bad day, Snoke wasn't too cooperative... Honey, let me in. I'll make it up to you." You sniffled, and sighed, wiping the tears as you approached the door and opened it, allowing him a good look at your eyes red and puffy with the tears and he felt his heart break. He wraps his arms around you, squishing you against his warm chest and scoops you up, leading you to the bed and wrapping a few (thousand) blankets around you as he keeps his arms securely around your waist, pulling you against him. "I love you, you know that?" He whispers against your ear.

Anakin Skywalker: After finding out he was not granted the rank of master but a seat on the council, he needed to sulk about it. That night when he went home to you, he fell into your awaiting arms, ready to welcome him after a long, rough day. He sighed against your neck, lazily wrapping his arms around your waist, his golden brown hair falling into his eyes, but that did not matter, all that mattered was your embrace. Oh, how he craved your embraces.

"Cuddle me. Let me sleep with you." He asked with a tone of tiredness. You nod and lead him to the bed, laying on it with him and cradling him, his head on your chest, running your hands through his sun-touched golden locks. He lets out a content hum and pressing his long fingers to your other hand stationed on his arm, he intertwined your fingers together, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. His eyelashes flutter a bit, signaling he's falling asleep. You smile to yourself, satisfied at the way you could practically lull Ani to sleep. But also because the reward, the sight of seeing him asleep so soundly, so peacefully, it's a pride thing for sure.

Luke Skywalker: It was the end of the day and you found yourselves in his bedroom, with him bent over your hands, his sandy brown hair draping over his face as he fixates on the task of painting your nails. "You're going to love it, Y\N. I'm almost done!" He says, as he finishes painting your pinky, blowing on it before moving away, flipping his hair out of his oceanic blue eyes. "So, whatcha think?" He asks with a glittering smile, crossing his legs and resting his cheek on both of his hands.

You bring your hands to your face, gazing at the color and letting out a breathy chuckle. "Wow! How did you learn to do this so good?" You raise an eyebrow. He shrugs. "I had a good teacher." He smiles, nudging your arm. You beam at him. "Come here." You say, beckoning him closer, he leans in forward, more and more until... Your lips meet, a soft, dreamy sigh escapes his lips, reaching up to cup your cheek lightly in his hand. His eyes close as he feels his head spin.... you were so gorgeous, so sweet, so kind and patient... like a dream. A dream in which he has been fantasizing and romanticizing about for countless days on nights. A release from the scorching heat of the Tatooine suns beating down on him as he works hard at the Harvest, desperate for an escape. And then came you. His escape.

His hands move to wrap around your waist and pull you down backwards on the bed, careful of your newly polished nails to not get smudged as he rests his head in between the crook of your neck. You go along with it, letting out a sigh as you relax into the mattress and embrace, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he strokes your hair, his breathing slowing more and more.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan had just come back from a mission. The first thing on his mind? You, the Council and a good, long warm bath. He steers his ship to the Temple, hopping out and treading to communicate his findings and results to the Masters. Once he was finished, he tiredly hopped back into his ship and navigated to your guys' house. He climbed out, pulled his hood down and took his robes off, hanging them on his lower arm. "Y\N? I'm back, princess." He calls, as he gazes around, wondering where you've gone. Until you came running from seemingly nowhere and jumping on him, yelling, "Obi!"

He grunts as the wind is knocked out of him, but instinctively wraps his arms tightly and securely around your waist, chuckling a bit as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Hey." You kiss his cheek and then lips. "Come on, I've got a surprise for you!" You slid off of his body, and lead him to the kitchen, a meal you've cooked for him sitting on a plate, and he can see the steam wafting off of it. "And I'll get the bath running." You say, dashing off to turn on the faucet, applying slightly hot water, and ordering the shampoo, conditioner, body wash and even a bath bomb in order for him.

You come back out to see him damn near finished with the food and a loud laugh ripples through both of your throats at the sight of your faces. "The bath's running." You tell him, skipping to get behind him and rubbing his back soothingly, he groans and relaxes. He finishes the plate and lets you lead him into the water, undressing him slowly, and helping him in. "Come here." Obi-Wan smiles at you, his blue eyes almost pleading as he outstretching his hand to you. With a grin, you undress and hop in in front of him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his warm chest as he pressed kisses to your neck and dabbed water on both of your bodies. "

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First Glance (Part Eight)

Nothing so far had been easy for you, training to take the trials, dealing with the many eyes that starred you down whenever you entered a room, the stress what becoming too much. You had to work to earn back the trust you apparently so viciously ripped away from the entire Jedi Order.

And what did that mean? Stop socializing with Anakin. As Windu put it, Anakin is "In need of his Jedi trainings", whatever that meant. So as difficult as the challenge lay ahead, you had to continue being loyal and trustworthy to the Order, Republic and yourself, to become a successful Jedi. Easier said than done. But, Anakin? He was, in simple terms devastated by not being able to speak or see you anymore. On the rare occasions he did, there was always someone there to stop him from acting out and charging at you to pull you into a well-deserved hug.

That said, you could imagine the look on Anakin's face as he realized you were in this meeting with him. He could sneak glances and possibly even think about you in a way that did not seem too painful. "Anakin, this meeting is to discuss how we will be reacting to the movement in which the Separatists have made, as well as Senator Amidala's move to assist us." Obi-Wan informs his eager padawan, Anakin nods at his words, knowing he will be gazing at you the entire time as if you were hypnotic. "I understand, Master." Anakin reassures his Master emptily. Obi-Wan nods and leads the pair inside. In the Temple, there are multiple standard Council chairs and a table in the center of the room, on which is displaying the map of the Galactic Republic.

"Ah, Master Kenobi and young Skywalker. If you'd take a seat." Advises Ki-Adi-Mundi. Nodding, Obi-Wan and Anakin take seats directly beside one another. A moment later, you and your Master, Windu arrive, Yoda glances at you before glaring at Anakin, as if warning the two of you to be on your best behavior. As everyone is seated, Plo Koon wastes no time starting the meeting. "What shall we make of this move by the newly formed Separatist Droid Army?" "Well, our best course of action is to endorse and welcome Senator Amidala's attempts at help, correct?" Chimes in Kit Fisto. "No. We are Jedi, the keepers of peace in the galaxy, we should be able to round up armies that have fought with us before and stand our ground as the protectors of the galaxy." Replies Ki-Adi-Mundi firmly.

As this is said, the rest of the Council decide to interject to share their own opinions, of course this is a lengthy process in itself that requires heavy listening. You, sitting up and actively listening to what is being said and taking it into consideration in your own head decide to speak up. "Isn't it possible that we can use the clones Master Kenobi came across on Kamino?" All of the Masters paused and began murmuring amongst their neighbors what they think. Sitting back in your chair, you wait for them to arrive at a clear conclusion, and scanning the room for agreeance, your eyes meet Anakin's. He was gazing at you the entire time. Anakin's blue eyes, as ocean like as ever act as a mirror in which you could always see what he thought of you while looking at yourself, most oftenly you find yourself slipping into the vast sea of the crystal blue eyes that are Anakin's. He flashes you a toothy and gleeful smile, and as quick as the moment was in reality, was how quick you looked away.

You loathed the fact you couldn't speak, look or be alone with him, but you loathed how you were throwing away those many years of discipline for a simple fellow padawan. Sure you guys are friends, close ones at that, but what has been constantly drilled into your head since you started as a padawan at age eight? Never form attachments. And here you are, going off to different planets with this boy, this padawan, what does that say about you? That either you were forgetting everything at the blink of an eye because of someone who showed you attention or that you weren't listening to anything that has been taught to you.

Seeing you dart your gaze away from him, it hurt Anakin but also made him feel like an idiot. Ever since just a few weeks ago when you both came back from your adventures in Tatooine, Anakin has thought of you constantly, day and night. The feeling of slowly and surely but oh so madly attaching to you, it made him feel exhilarated because now he had something worth fighting for, something without a price tag. To him, you were worth more than any gemstone or precious metal, you had never ending beauty and never ending value to him. Never has he ever felt so good in his life. But being away from you, it felt like constant torture and agony, as if someone were endlessly stabbing or burning him. A feeling he never wanted to feel.

The meeting ended in your favor, as the Council had agreed to use the clone army on Kamino as their own against the Separatists. Walking out with your master, you caught a glimpse of Obi-Wan and Anakin talking, from the looks of it, Obi-Wan was speaking in a serious manner, probably scolding Anakin because of his (obvious) staring at you the entire meeting.

That same night, you found yourself restless but, tired because of the sheer amount of the ridiculous amounts of training in which you had to undergo, but restless because Anakin kept invading your mind as if he owned it. With a heavy groan, you flip onto your side in your bed, eyes darting around the room in an attempt to make them droopy and even more exhausted and you find yourself focusing on the figure of Anakin in your window, half illuminated in the twilight and dark. "Y\N..."

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Note: This was supposed to come out yesterday, but I was too busy with my studies, sorry. Part nine out sometime tomorrow.

I could not agree more.

Well, good morning.

To the anon who sent me three long and very passionate asks expressing how disgusting I am, how much of a freak I am, how little shame I have, that I don't have moral compass, a brain... too much insults to list.

Of course I deleted them, I don't have the time nor the energy to argue with people online. What I post on my blog is mine. Sorry if that upsets you but the best I can do for you is to tag the appropriate warnings because people don't like some stuff and sorry if you had to go through a traumatic experience but you should know that everyone reacts differently to trauma.

You said it yourself anon, you don't know the shit I've been through, you don't know what I experienced and what not, and you don't know even remotely close how much writing helps me cope with my personal issues. My obvious mental illness? That I should see a doctor? I have! And she is lovely! Honestly, people use traumatic and horrifying situations all the time not only for books, but movies, series... but when I do it in my blog it is wrong? Just because I chose to express it through words, I don't think that gives you the right to insult me. Many people write about so many things that are considered traumatic experiences such as SA, abusive relationships, even suicide, and you know why I don't go and tell them they are a fucking freak?

Because I don't care.

Because whatever they do with your life is their problem. The only thing I draw the line is when it is not 18+ stuff. In every fic I've had about the "incest writing", I explicitly mentioned it's not blood related. It is either an established relationship where it is merely a fantasy, or it is a «stepcest» situation. If I don't like something, I block it. I block the person and blog the tag. We are talking about a fictional character, someone who doesn't exist, someone who doesn't have a right in this. And that's the only thing I have to say to that matter.

You are choosing to wake up and send literal hate to someone who exists. Someone with feelings, with trauma, with personal issues, and without truly knowing how they can react to being criticized on their own personal space. To me a blog has to feel safe, and if you were trying to make me feel guilty or to feel ashamed... I'm sorry but it won't happen. Like I said before, I cannot take seriously anon hate. The whole concept is pretty obvious.

And I wasn't going to say anything, but I honestly won't let you talk bad about my friends. They don't deserve it. If you have a problem then let's keep it between you and me, alright? Cool. And I'm not going to insult you they way you did to me because despite the allegations I am genuinely a nice person 🩵.

— Asks.

"Tell me, Atlas. What is heavier: The world or its people's hearts?"

Obi-Wan returned to you. Dejectedly walking into your shared home, his head hung low, his clothes dirty and his body shaking. "Obi?" You said, peeking out of the kitchen, when you saw his state, you realized he had done it. He killed Anakin, his brother. You rushed to his side, pulling him into a reassuring and firm hug. "You did what you could." You whispered, stroking his hair. "No...." He whispered back. "I failed him." You leaned back, taking his face into your hands, cupping it. "Anakin chose his path, and you chose yours. You did what you could. You taught him, you loved him. Do not let his mistakes shape you." Obi-Wan nodded, now hugging you back. Over the course of the last few months Obi-Wan spent in Coruscant, he seemed immensely depressed, despite showing some happiness, it was a façade, you knew. Sure that no one else could see the hurt in his eyes, you would spend all day and all night holding him, reassuring him. You knew what it had done to him, killing Anakin, killing both a friend, family member and apprentice. It destroyed him. He had barely any will. That's what you never, ever would think possible. This kid, from Tatooine, whom Obi taught for ten continuous years would become the very thing he sought to destroy, sought to put an end to. Sure, it was a tragedy, a horrid thing to be alive to go through. And now? In the aftermath, Anakin dead, Padme dead, Sith rising, only two Jedi remaining and a destroyed Obi-Wan. You could even express how much it physically hurt you to see a man, the very same man you fell in love with and married, so burnt-out, depressed and just... broken, it wasn't the same. Nothing was. Except the same old lies he told you: "I'm fine, my love.", "I know I did all I could." or "I'm glad it's over. We can rebuild now." Because it was evident he was in pain, evident he wanted to go back, to die rather to live without his legacy. There were so many times where you heard him crying, sobbing himself to sleep because of the pain, as it was basically his only way of reacting to it. You stayed with him, hugging him, caressing him, holding him, telling him you loved him, it was going to get better and that the pain would fade. But you knew otherwise, you knew it was going to worsen more than ever, before it got any good. The way Obi-Wan looked at you when you both laid down in bed together, was one of love and sadness, but you knew it would be over, eventually.