They're Possessive Scenarios!

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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.

Late Nights

Being the Chosen One was not easy. Anakin always had to have top-notch training from the Temple and was expected to excel in everything to do with the Force and he did, but it was always so difficult to see himself where he was now versus when he was younger. Sometimes, when the two of you would lay awake at night, cuddled up in each others arms, the warmth radiating off of both of you pleasantly like a blanket, your hands caressing his mechanical arm, and his entangling in your hair, he would reminisce on his childhood.

More often than not, Anakin would speak of his late mother, and what she was like, because he despised the fact that you could never meet her. "She was the kind of person who almost always worried," He would say with a bitter chuckle. "Always gentle and extremely kind, no one deserved her at times. When Qui-Gon found me, I'm sure they had a conversation where she promised him over and over to guarantee my safety."

You listened with rapt attention as you always did, as these moments were intimate and somber. "She allowed me to chase my dream... but she never saw me actually achieve it, and she never got to see you. That hurts." He had to pause for a moment, tears beginning to burn and pool into his eyes, you instantly noticed this and moved to comfort and reassure him. You hated seeing Anakin cry. "Ani, please. She can see you from wherever she is now, and she is proud of you. She's proud of how far you've come and how much you've accomplished." You spoke softly, wiping away his tears with your thumbs as you cupped his face.

"She would've loved to meet you." He said sweetly, gazing into your eyes with an adoration too deep and so familiar to you that you weren't quite sure what the word to describe how it felt for you. Ani nodded at your words slowly, because knowing Shmi of course she would be happy and proud of him and what he's been through and fought. Anakin's done a lot of things in his life, but one of the best was meeting you, by the stroke of fate, of destiny, of whatever the hell it was, you two belonged together and it was a resounding feeling that always put him at ease. He knows so very well that his mother approves of you as much as he does.

Secrets in the Order

You were new to the rank of General, serving the Order for twelve years, and people could look at you and immediately know you were not cut out for the rank of General. You weren't hardened by being on the Dark Side, you were just scared of leaving it, knowing the Resistance wouldn't except you for your affiliation to the Order. Kylo sensed it, Snoke knew it, somewhere, and yet, they still let you play the role of General.. why?

You go through your routine as normal; making sure no Resistance pilots get anywhere near the Star Destroyer you were in charge of. "General Y\N." You heard a familiar stern voice from behind you, turning you clasp your hands behind your back. "General Hux?" You smile, the façade of being brainwashed by the Order instantly falling at the sight of your only ally. Hux walks towards you, his face as impassive as it normally was. "How is the plan?" He glances at you. "As good at is it can, I believe. What about yours?" It was so difficult to be in his presence, as it made it difficult to breathe and even more difficult to speak. "Very well." He replies simply, gazing out into Space with his hands clasped tightly behind him, posture straight.

"Do you think neither Ren or Snoke suspect anything?" You peer up at the red-haired General, and his face seems to falter, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Not as long as we stick to the plan." He says bitterly, as his face regains it's signature hardness. "We could be killed if found out, you know, and that would mean-" You were interrupted by Hux unexpectedly losing his temper. "Yes, I know! It will not come to that, if we STICK to the plan!" You flinch at the volume of his words and simply nod. "I apologize." You say softly, and he either did not hear you or chose to not. He placed a hand to his temple, rubbing it as he thought. "The rogue Stormtrooper and his group of fiendish rebels, do they suspect I am the spy?" You shook your head. "Of course not. How could they?" You had a point there.

Over the course of the next few days, you went on with your routine as you normally did and as Rey waltzed in, as she always did, you were on guard. You crept near and near the scene of Ren and Rey's fight, of Kylo speaking the truths of Rey's heritage and what she must do, once you saw the glimpse of both Finn and Poe skulking into the ship more and more, you followed, as you knew the plan was going great, so far. As Finn and Poe ran into the Stormtroopers and were caught, sentenced to execution and Hux instructed he do it, only to turn and shoot the Stormtroopers, you came out of hiding. "Woah, woah, what is this?" Finn asked, placing his hands at his sides. "I'm the spy." Hux confesses to the pair and Poe's jaw drops. "You? The ginger? Why?" You gaze at Hux to see his nose scrunch in disgust at being called such a vulgar name. "Because... I've never been on board with Ren, or his pitiful beliefs.. It's pathetic to see someone so undeserving get so close to someone so powerful." Finn looks at Hux, his gaze slightly wavering. "Well, what do you want then?" Hux scoffs. "Isn't it obvious? I need Kylo Ren to lose! I don't care if you win." Poe looks at you. "That your partner?" Hux nods, not bothering to glare at you. Finn nods. "Okay... let's go get Rey." They race past the two of you. "Wait!" Hux commands, Finn stops. "What?" He asks, sounding sort of annoyed. "Blast me in my arm, now. So it doesn't look suspicious." He says, pointing to his left arm and Finn sighs, pulling out his blaster and aiming it at Hux's arm, only to shoot his leg instead.

Gasping softly, you catch Hux before he falls to the floor, and stare after Finn and Poe, glaring daggers at their backs, and aiding your allay. "There is a chance they do not believe me." Hux tells you as you bandage his leg and gift him a walking stick. "Don't say that." You say firmly, not wanting to even think of the thought of losing him, as you both have dreamt of this since you joined the First Order. You followed behind as Hux limped into the room to address General Pryde of Finn and Poe's escape. "They shot me down, General... and escaped." Hux said with a note of repliced disdain in his words. General Pryde rolls his eyes and strides over to a Stormtrooper, takes their blaster, turns to Hux and your eyes widen. In a few seconds time, you try to stop the attempt by saying something that would surely catch them off guard.

"There goes Ren!" You exclaim, knowing well it was a lie, but nonetheless, you were riding everything on the unlikely fact that General Pryde would turn over, if it was even that important to him, and potentially spare Hux's life. Your heart sank when he didn't even flinch and fired, striking Hux's chest immediately. Time stopped, and tears quickly pooled in your eyes and ran down your cheeks at the sight, this man, whom you have known for six of the twelve years you have worked for the Order. A gasp falling from your lips as you see Hux crash into the floor and Pryde and everyone in the room just leave.

You run toward Hux's nearly lifeless body on the floor and the only sound in the room was his labored breathing. You grabbed the back of his head and supported it so you could look into his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry." You sobbed. Hux's pearly and dazed blue eyes swept yours with a new presence, something of affection and tenderness. "I...love you, Y\N." He spoke raspily. That sentence sent chills threw your body and tears poured furiously down your cheeks from your eyes and you hugged him as tightly as possible. His hand rested in yours as his breath disappeared and eyes glazed, he was dead.

Days and weeks passed and you continued to help the Resistance for the downfall of the First Order, eventually, with it's fall you could rest peacefully.

I understand 😞 let us never question if we are on the same page again.

Do you still love me 😔🧍🏻‍♀️

Of course I do; I wrote that fic for you. I know it took a long time... but... I didn't think you would question my love for you..

JUSTICE FOR HAYDEN!

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I just read the article on Hayden's assault and was told by my mutuals and I have never been so disgusted. Why would someone hurt a figure, an icon with such a positive impact? Who could even think to do such a thing? I am so glad to have been made aware of this and be a member of the Hayden Christensen appreciation fandom because things like this need to be addressed IMMEDIATELY.

I hate how this girl is going and DENYING it all over Facebook. If you have the balls to do it, why not say that you did? It's vile. But to also say that you are going to file a harassment lawsuit against him? What the actual fuck? Apparently he was taken to a secured room for 2 hours and he chose to go on with the meet. I mean, this man is truly the definition of an angel and I LOVE him.

I've heard from multiple accounts that he stays late to make sure that he has met and lightened people's days up, and that makes me truly want to cry. I wanted to just spread the word to those who are unaware but also love Hayden like me. So, please, spread the hashtag: #HaydenWeLoveU and dedicate this to saying kind things about him.

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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This turned out waaaay better than I expected <33

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Tomorrow 😏

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