Me Watching You Through The Small Gape In Your Closet's Doors

*Grabs all of his movies and plays them on repeat while waiting for 3AM*

COLLAB WHEN >://////

How many times must we revisit this topic????????

This turned out waaaay better than I expected <33

cliffhanger soap i drew for @kingdomhate <3

Reading With Them Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: On those days when the Temple seemed to forget him and when he forgot about the duties of the Jedi, his mind was submerged in you. He would wake up beside you, spooning you impossibly close to his toned, cozy chest, and his lips would trail clumsy kisses to your earblobe. His breath hitting your neck as he asked in that raspy, morning tone what your plans would be. Your hands would find his golden locks and tangle your hands in them as you hum. "I need to catch up on my book, Ani.." Anakin leans in, his lips capturing your own in that lazy, affectionate kiss that you found yourself melting into. "Mm, 'course sweetness.." He pulled the covers off of you both, cradling you like a child as he got off the bed, you in his arms bridal style. Anakin brings you to the living room couch, setting you on his lap as he secures his mechanical arm over your waist, his face in your neck. "You forgot my book, Ani." You laugh and he smirks at you, raising his hand to the tableside where your book lay and using the Force, to bring it to rest in your lap. You roll your eyes at his showing off and begin reading, murmuring the words so he can hear as well. 

Kylo Ren: He was barely one for reading, he found it quite annoying. He had matters to deal with; a master who used him, a snarky ginger and a group of people both running to and from him. Multiple headaches and you were the respite from his exhaustion. Once he turned in, there you were, as welcoming as his bed but as alluring as a mystery. Especially when his eyes can rest on your current activity. You were reading, and he could see that you were right beside the characters in the story, and definitely did not hear the door open. Kylo takes a moment to appreciate how attractive you were. It made him feel a combination of embarrassment, but also affection. He didn't care about how he seemed like a lovesick teenager instead of a commander of a ship, he cared about the warmth of your body, the sound of your slow breath and the touch of your love that soothed his soul. He sat beside you, and rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. Of course this brought you down to reality, so as you moved a hand to rest over his shoulder you hand him his own book, and he opens it without so much as a word.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi Wan adored reading, and he knew you did as well. It was sort of your own little couple thing, curling up cozy beside each other and quietly reading the day away. Occasionally getting up for restroom breaks or perhaps a fresh cup of warm tea. Words didn't need to be spoken, just the quality time with you spoke volumes. Obi sometimes believed that Jedi duties could never compare to you. His duty to you was far more encompassing than any other, alas, he still continued with his duties, because it still meant something, but he yearns for those cozy days on the sofa, the serenity of comfortable silence and the fuzzy feeling you expel just by proximity.

Jeez wouldn't I like to...

I’m ngl I thought your post said sperm and giggles

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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 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.

Happiness and Tears (Part Four)

Jack looks from Penny to Puttnam, his expression pleading. "Listen, I'm not going through with this. Clay is my friend!" Penny rolls her eyes and Puttnam looks away. "I'm not doing this.." Penny looks away and then snaps her head back. "Look, you would still be sent to jail either way. It was your idea." Penny argues, her eyes on fire.

Clay's eyes, the only part of his body he can move due to the anesthesia, flicker frantically back and forth. "What the.... how can this happen?! What about Y\N?! We're gonna get married!" Clay screams, but it's all in his head. His jaw is completely paralyzed. Clay could feel the tears pricking in his eyes, the thought of dying, like this... You'd never know. How can people you've known for a good while be so heartless? The feeling of nausea stopping Clay from attempting to fight the paralision.

"Penny, he's not even awake!" Jack practically screams, his eyes desperate but determined. "How could you actually carry this out if he's not awake? He doesn't know!" As Clay listens, he can feel himself moving, his hands coming to his face, ripping off the tape on his eyes, removing the IV's and sitting up. All while Jack, Puttnam and Penny argue.

Clay stands up, his eyes red and puffy as the tears settle and reduce, replaced by pure rage. He looks down at the surgery table, to see himself, eyes open and wide, but body paralyzed on the table, chest open. Clay abandons the sight to circle around a pleading Jack, "How could you have come up with this idea?!" Clay demands, but he knows Jack cannot hear him. With a heavy and remorseful sigh, Clay sulks out of the room, his feet hitting the cold, hospital tile floor with a sense of hopelessness. But the hopelessness is not why he's walking down this hallway for, no, it's you.

Clay makes his way to the waiting sections, and he sees you as well as his mother, you both were sitting next to each other, your bag clutched tightly in your hands, so much so your knuckles were white. His mother was in no better condition; her face was red and puffy, her lipstick slightly smeared, no doubt due to how many times she's wiped her forehead in pure agony. Clay approaches you, his heart filled with nothing but love and helplessness. He slowly places his hand on your cheek, trying his best to manage a soothing caress, but he could see his hand shaking as it made contact with your angelic skin. "I'm sorry." He whispers, bending down in front of you, taking your hand in his. "I'm sorry we couldn't live the life we wanted, the life you deserved." He squeezed your hand, the tear in his eye falling to the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Y\N..." Clay looks at you, his eyes as remorseful as he reminisced his visions of everytime he ever saw you. His eyes frantically snapping shut as he leaned back, sitting on the tile in front of you, his knees up to his chest as his hands tangle in his hair. Sobbing, he mutters sorry over and over. His head jerks up, his eyes stopping at his mother as he tries to imagine what his mother would say. What would she say? "Remember, Clayton, you are nothing like your father." No, that's not what he needs.. "Clayton, where do you think you would be if you did not have to suffer some kind of pain?"

Was that it? Clayton stood up, spun around and practically ran back to the operating room. ".....Inject it." Penny's voice commanded. Clayton threw the door open and walked back to see himself on the operating table, again. Jack took the heart, a syringe handed to him by Puttnam and hesitated shortly before injected it. Clay's anger was fueled yet again.

Your POV

You have been waiting for what seemed like forever, before you see Jack approach you, and you jump up, meeting him halfway."Is he alright? Is he safe? Please tell me he's okay, please.." Jack's face was solemn, despite your best attempts at pleading. Lilith did not get up, but she watched closely. "I'm sorry, Y\N. I really am." Your world crashed. Everything became distorted as Jack went to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You sunk to your knees, hand in your hair. Lilith rose to her feet, striding over to the both of you. "Listen here. You get back in there and save my son." She commands, voice a deadly low. "I'm sorry, ma'am. We can't. It was a bad heart." Lilith's teeth clench. "I said, go save my son." She says, her voice as firm and stern as ever. Jack just stands there for a moment, before trying again, but Lilith turns to you. "Come here." She commands and you get to your feet and follow her. "Get me one of Clay's pill bottles." She says, extending her arm.

"What? M-Miss Beresford, I c-" Stopped short by Lilith's intense gaze as she turned her eyes to yours. "Now." She growls. Your hands shake before reaching down into your bag and grabbing a random pill bottle, handing it entirely to her. She takes it, looks at you once more before going to the cafeteria area. "One coffee." She places the right amount of money on the counter and goes to a table, sitting down and resting her head against the pure white concrete pillar conveniently placed next to her.

Jack doesn't bother staying for any longer, sensing that you need time to yourself and heads back to the operating table. He was ashamed of himself. More than he'd ever been. He killed a man. An innocent one. One he had befriending, one who was scheduled to be married. Just starting his life, getting ready. A tear prickles at the sight of Clay, eyes lifeless under the tape, and chest opened, the heart he poisoned not beating. How could he have done this? For the debt, to repay it. Penny smiles at him, Puttnam going outside to find Dr. Lupin, still on the phone somewhere near the waiting area.

"You did good. No one will know." Penny promises him, the smile vibrant on her twisted face. Jack knows, and the words stab his heart like he stabbed the syringe into the perfectly healthy heart that was supposed to help Clay. Lilith was handed her coffee, and she looked at the pill bottle in her hands, before opening it, and popping one. Then two. Three. Four. The whole bottle. Then drinking the coffee. It was all only a matter of time. In minutes, Clay was looming over his lifeless body again, shaking his head.

He began walking home, leaving the hospital, and once he did, everything came back to him. The epiphany of knowing he died because a group of doctors he trusted planned all along to kill him. He opened the door to his house, and began ascending the stairs, curling up on his bed, his hands folded below between head and pillow.

As his eyes slowly closed and sleep consumed him, he heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Clay." His mother said, and Clay's eyes opened immediately. "What are you doing here?" He looked at his mother's figure in the bedside chair, a soft smile on her face. "You need to come back." Clay scoffed lightly. "How? In case you haven't noticed, I'm dead, Ma." Lilith looks at him seriously. "And what about Y\N? Are you just going to leave her all alone?" Clay frowns. "How, Mom? How can I go back to her if my heart is poisoned?" Lilith smiles, leaning forward in her chair. "I'm here. You go back. Use my heart." Clay stops, his eyes gazing into hers intently. "Mom...."

You sit down and then see the doctors rush out, and they stop at you. "Where's Lilith?" They question at once and then stop as they see Dr, Neyer, Lilith's surgeon boyfriend, walks out with Lilith's dead body. "What happened?!" Penny questions but Dr. Neyer pushes passed and starts for the Operating Room, pulling up another table, placing Lilith on it and getting ready in his doctor attire, squeezing on his gloves and mask, he uses a scalpel to open Lilith's chest. "And what do you think you're doing?" Puttnam says, wanting to step in. Penny stops him and glares at Jack, before they both began to make a break for it. Jack stays for a few more seconds and then heads to his office.

Dr. Neyer transfers Lilith's heart into Clay and the poisoned one into Lilith. Dr. Lupin comes back inside. "What'd I- Oh, hello!" He says with a bit of a chuckle, oblivious to the situation. "Get over here." Dr. Neyer instructs and Dr. Lupin complies, grabbing a fresh pair of gloves and putting them on. "Ready the electric shock." Dr. Neyer instructs, and once more, Lupin complies. Dr. Neyer diligently works on rewiring the heart into the empty spot of Clay's chest. A minute or so later, he notices the heart isn't beating, he instructs Lupin to initiate the electric shock and it doesn't work. "Again." Neyer commands and the electric shock is initiated again, and again and over again, boosted up and then seemingly not working. "I'm sorry, sir... he's gone." Lupin says solemnly. But Neyer demands the electric shock again.

The police are called to the scene, as you call them, under the suspicion something was not right. Especially after seeing Dr. Carver and Dr. Puttnam bolting down the staircase together. The police arrive and search, to your surprise, the two doctors are caught and arrested, apparently after a police offer separately talked to Jack, who spilled everything. Hearing the news stopped your heart, and you couldn't believe ANY of it. But there it was, as clear as day, the evidence and confession.

Minutes after the police arrest Penny, Puttnam and Jack, Dr. Neyer emerges, a happy but tired smile on his face. "We did it." He announces to you, and you tilt your head before realizing; Lilith asked for those pills so she could could save Clay. Tears ran hot down your cheeks as you hugged the surgeon. It was over. An hour later, you were allowed to see Clay.

"Hey, gorgeous." He smiles and you sniffle, wrapping a gentle arm around him, kissing him feverishly. "What's wrong?" He asks, but you decide not to tell him. Not now. "I love you." You tell him, kissing him once more and intertwining your hands together on the recovery bed. "So much." He smiles at you, squeezing your hand. "I love you more."

*2 1\3 hours after initially being pronounced dead by doctors Harper, Carver and Puttnam, Clay would survive his heart transplant.*

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This took an hour and a half!

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A Precious Gift

You had just gotten back from a painfully long mission, one whole month. When your ship arrived on Tatooine, you were simply ecstatic and exhausted, longing to see Luke. You said bye to your master and left the ship, and to your most pleasant surprise, you saw the boy you fell in love with running as fast as possible to you. Luke Skywalker and you have been a couple for five months and he was a Padawan to Obi-Wan, whom still occasionally taught you and Anakin. You rushed to Luke and let him pick you up and spin you, peppering loving and tender kisses all around your face and neck. "Y\N!! I missed you!!" He exclaimed with absolute delight. "I missed you too, Luke!" You smile, kissing him on the lips. He held your hand and led you into the small hut they had. Anakin turned and smiled at you, "Hey, Y\N. Long mission, hm?" You laughed a bit and nodded. "Hey, dad, we're gonna go stargazing and watch the sun's set, that okay?" Luke asked, his sky blue eyes glittering. You were surprised that he asked for his father's permission, but smiled at his effort to do something so special for you. "Yes, it's alright. Be back before midnight, okay?" Padme smiled at her son and you. Luke nodded. Shmi stepped into the kitchen and handed Luke a box, you didn't know what it was but again, went along with it, seeing the twinkle in your boyfriends eyes. Luke rushed the two of you out to watch the sun's set and the stars beginning to show. The sight was gorgeous, as always, but you never noticed the actual intimate beauty and sense of content the sight granted you until you were sitting on the sand, staring up at it. "How was your mission?" Luke asked. He was such a sweetheart. "It was a success: Darth Sidious has been killed." You say with a sigh. He moved closer to you. "I'm glad you are still here." He smiles genuinely at you and your heart skipped a beat. "Me too. I'm glad I got to see you." You leaned in and kissed him and he pulled out the box that Shmi gave him, and he handed it to you. It was elegant, a blue velvet box. You raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged and nodded, urging you to open it. Carefully, you open the lid to the box and see a beautiful, handcrafted necklace of the two suns on Tatooine, the same exact ones you were out here looking at. You gasped, heart skipping a beat. "I made it. From scratch." Tears formed in your eyes and you couldn't help but smile, Luke leaned in, took the necklace and hugged you, clasping the precious gift to your neck. He leaned back and admired how it looked as though it belonged on you. "Thank you, Luke. Thank you so much."

Getting Them Pets! (Part One!)

Kylo Ren: Long ago, you decided to aim for getting something special for him. You had no idea what, so you did some searching and studying, going to different systems and stars to determine what pet would make the best for Kylo. Going out in the middle of the morning to search the planets certainly alarmed Kylo, but upon telling him you were 'gathering researching' on something that heavily interested you, he relaxed.

After an infuriating amount of research, studying and writing, you managed to find something perfect: A dog, a Basenji. Curious, affectionate, intelligent, quiet, alert and low maintenance. Perfect for Kylo. Once you got a male, red in color and small in size, Kylo looked at you. "This is yours?" He asked, his voice perplexed. "Ours." You corrected, a smile on your face as you handed the puppy to your boyfriend. Kylo inspected the dog for a bit, before softening and cradling the dog, his face compassionate and kind. Teary-eyed, he thanked you.

Armitage Hux: How on Earth you managed to convince him of getting a pet? No idea. How did you even get the pet in? A mystery. But you did. A ginger cat, matching his Armitage's ginger hair. Seeing the cat, Armitage looked at you, as if disgusted by the gesture, but you know he would crack. "It's for you, and me." You hand him the kitten and his facade is immediately cracked.

He leans into give you a kiss while holding the precious kitty, the kiss a bit aggressive as he practically mashes your lips together but then it softens and deepens. "I love you." He whispers softly, cherishing you and the cat.

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A\N: Part two out Monday! Love you guys <3