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You're On Your Period Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: It was sudden, not something you were expecting at all. You both were laying on the bed, cuddling while watching a cheesy romantic comedy, Anakin occasionally littering the top of your head with kisses and making snide comments about the predictable plot and select characters. While he said something particularly funny and you laughed, a warm sensation spread across the bundle of blankets and sheets you were sitting on.

"Hold on, pause it. I have to go to the bathroom." You told him, jumping off the mountain of comfy warmth and waddling over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Just as you got done, you felt a wave of painful cramps crash over you like waves hitting the shore, except it wasn't comforting or soothing, it hurt, like hell. Standing up, you can see the clear red in the toilet behind you, and the realization hit you. You're on your period. However, this epiphany had also reached Anakin. "Hey, sweetness, what's with the bloodbath on the bed?" He calls, although he knows the answer.

With a grumble, you flush the toilet and grab a pad under the sink and put it on, heading out of the bathroom. "Sorry, Ani. I didn't realize it was time." Anakin laughs, his hand dismissively waving away your apology as if it were a nosy fly. "No need, baby. C'mon, let's cuddle. I'll make you some ramen." He says before taking off the stained blankets and sheets, changing them for another assortment, spraying them with a stain remover and hoarding them into the washer, turning it on. "Get comfy." He instructs with a grin as he goes out to make the ramen he promised.

Obi Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan and you were talking, it was after one of his numerous meetings with his fellow Jedi masters and Anakin, so he was determined to spend the rest of the time with you. He invited you into his ship and was telling you about his recent missions, recent concernings with the Jedi Order, Senate, etc. while he gently and absentmindedly caressed your hair.

"And that is, stressfully, what today has had in store for me. I hope the Council will understand to make notice of these concerns." He said with a heavy sigh, withdrawing his hand from your hair and rubbing his forehead exhaustedly. "It's okay, Obi. Let's just go home, yeah?" You suggest, knowing from his bustling day, he surely had been tired and his previous action made you aware of that. So, you offered to drive.

"Oh, princess. What would I do without you?" You heard him murmur as his head rested against his hand, gazing at Coruscant. Once you both arrived back at your shared home, you and Obi-Wan silently agreed to fall asleep together. So, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms securely around your lower half and kissed your neck a few times. "Goodnight, my love." Before falling asleep. As did you. But, as you woke up hours later, in the early hours of the AM, you found that your stomach was hurting exponentially. So you carried yourself to the bathroom.

Both in the toilet on the bottom side of your robes, you found the unmistakable sight of red blood and you huffed a sigh of annoyance. Your period had come, and with a vengeance. You scowled as you ripped the pad open and placed it on your underwear and flushed the toilet, pulling up your robes, upset that you had to deal with a week of progressively worse hell. You hurriedly went to the kitchen, fixing yourself a hot snack to help ease the cramps for a bit. Then, you climb into bed beside a peacefully sleeping Obi-Wan. Or so you thought. You feel a hand go to your shoulder and a groggy voice. "What is it, lovely? Has something happened?"

You shake your head. "Nope. Just my period." At this, Obi-Wan let out a soft sigh and his hand trailed down to your stomach, rubbing soothing circles, knowing how bad your cramps and mood swings can get. "Alright, let's go back to sleep. It'll ease them a bit, I'm sure. Tell me if you need anything okay? I love you." He said, stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

Luke Skywalker: It had been the same as always, a scorching day on the rock and desert planet of Tatooine. However, what made it remarkably better was the company of your boyfriend, Luke. His little playful teases and giggles made the day more bearable. Just a few days ago, you had started your period, and Luke, as always, had been sweet to you and attentive, making sure to check in on you before, during and after his farming or little ventures.

He had gotten you a few little souvenirs from his journeys and little trinkets, helping ease your cramps with cuddles and mouth-watering and warm snacks. It was as if he had never complained, no matter what you had asked. It was something you deeply appreciated. "Hey, babe! Guess what? Uncle Owen gave me the rest of the day off!" He announced happily, practically flinging himself into the bed beside you, his arms automatically wrapping around your frame and assaulting your face with sweet, open-mouthed and sloppy kisses.

You giggled and welcomed the affection, telling him how much you loved these moments of happiness with him and he paused for a second. "I love you to death, you know?" He spoke softly, in a voice identical to a whisper like the wind. "Of course I know. I love you too." You told him, cupping his cheek gently. "I'd do anything for you." He whispered again, his lips coming ever so close to yours without touching them. "I would die for you, Y\N." Your heart ached at his words, hoping it would never come to that, ever. "I know, Luke. I'd risk my life to save you, you would never have to die for me." Luke paused, his lips coming in contact with yours, capturing them and your heart in a tender, sweet and devoting kiss.

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Requested by: @m00n-lxght

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.

Childhood Promises (Part 2)

The beginning of the year and semester preparation was always a time of rambunctiousness. Diagon Alley bustling with magical children, witches and wizards from all ages and grades rushing to get their supplies or find something that might pique their interests.

It was coming up on the beginning of year for you, now in your fifth year at Hogwarts. You had decided to go get your needed items with the Weasley's, Hermione and Harry. The family had used Floo powder to travel and after finding Harry in Knockturn Alley by Hagrid, you were sure to follow the one of the most important rules of travelling by Floo: Speak clearly.

As Mrs. Weasley heads off with Ginny, Mr. Weasley with Hermione's parents, Percy wandering off and Ron, Hermione and Harry exploring, that only left George, Fred and you. What better to do than spend time with your two childhood best friends? "So, what shall we do?" Inquires George, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Fred shrugs. "How about we go check on that little joke shop you guys fancy?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds good." The twins recite in unison.

And so the three of you set off, occasionally pointing to something that would interests you all. At the same time you guys pass an empty alley, Fred and George manage to slip in with you and place you against the walls, moving close to your face. You let out a surprised yelp but then quickly settle down. "What's this about?" You question. "Just wanted to spend some time with our best friend." Fred replies in a falsely innocent tone, his hand tracing around your waist. You stare at them, puzzled. "We need to get our stuff, and hit up the shop, why're you trying to procrastinate?"

George sighs and points to the nearby shop of Borgin and Burkes, revealing a boy you had spoken about frequently in your last year, the boy whom you proclaimed to be in love with. You let out a mix of a huff and scoff, partially embarrassed that they had managed to remember what he looked like, but also not believing how they did. "Remember our promise?" Whispered Fred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Yeah, but he was from last year, how does that count?" With a wide grin, George replies. "It just does, sweetheart."

And with that, Fred began to practically devour your lips in that passionate, fiery and possessive kiss you had found yourself longing for unknowingly. You had responded immediately, your hands flying to find purchase on either of his cheeks, urging him subtly. His hands roam your body with no real aim, but the heat rising between you both was almost palpable. After a few scorching moments, he pulled his away, his lips went and red with the ferocity in which he had dived in with, he panted slightly, taking in a huge breath. You stared up at him, not able to form words to describe or even knowing what to say after something as speechless as that.

George takes this moment to gift you with a mesmerizing kiss of his own, his finger sliding under your chin, lifting it up featherly. He leans down, pressing a hand to the wall of the alley in which you were against and another to your upper waist, holding you steady while capturing your lips in a sweet, everlastingly tender kiss causing electric sparks to seemingly emit from every one of his touches makes contact with your burning skin. "Hey, c'mon. We gotta go back to Mum or she'll flip, think we kidnapped Y\N or something.." Urges Fred, tapping George on his shoulder as he strolls out of the alley. With a grumble, George reluctantly pulls away, following Fred out of the alley with an hand on the top of your head, ruffling it playfully.

Your thoughts dwell on the heatedly jealous kisses from the twins and you smile to yourself, biting your lip slightly as you both finally go to regroup with the Weasley's and begin to gather your supplies.

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Awaited Part 2!

Painting with Them Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: Has he ever even touched a paintbrush before? No. And he's never seen a canvas before, but you seemed so adamant, so determined to do such a thing and show him a relaxing pastime.

When Kylo was not so caught up with his Supreme Leader duties, or worrying about the future of the First Order, he was with you, watching as you methodically dipped the tip of the brush into the warm water, wiped the droplets off on the towel, ran the bristles over the desired paint and starting brushing away. In moments like these, he would never speak, because he could swear your relaxation fueled his own.

Pretty soon, he was following you, side by side with you as you submerged yourself in the soft brush of the paints and how all of it came together to form a beautiful picture. He would never admit it, but when you had your hair back, in the messiest bun, your eyes gleaming with sparkles of happiness and firm with concentration, eyebrows tinged with how engrossed you were in the sway of your brush, he would whisper to himself that you were beautiful, usually followed by a love confession in his head.

It brought a smile to his face every time, made him feel like the world stopped and the universe was at both of your feet, even if for a second or two.

Anakin Skywalker: It was his idea, and you agreed because it brought that crooked grin that you secretly loved to his face (and he finally put a sock in it). So, he was instantly using the force to bring the canvas, the stored away brushed and paint away as you readied the container for the water and a towel.

He sat down and brought you to his lap, as he smiled at you. "We'll do a little project, yeah? Just you and me, cupcake." He kissed your cheek and wet his brush, wiped it off and dipped it into the paint. He stared intensely at it as he started and you followed soon after, even with no words, you both worked in sync. No words needed to be spoken in a moment like this.

At the Temple Anakin was a Jedi, but at your palace, behind the four walls that surrounded the two of you, he was yours and you were his. You both painted for hours, taking occasional water, bathroom or cramped hand breaks. The project was coming together; a painting of both of you, by the balcony, gazing out at Coruscant with firmly held hands.

Anakin gazed at you, that cocky grin plastered on his face as you both finally left the painting out to dry. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you like a feather as he brought you to your feet on the floor, and leaned down to brush over your cheeks, that glint in his eyes hinted at adoration, love and affection, but also a primal need to protect you from any and everything. The look that made a shiver run up and down your spine as he brought you in for a slow, passionate kiss.

The Anakin Skywalker glare.

Luke Skywalker: Much like Kylo, Luke has never touched a paintbrush or heard of paint. Poor baby would look at you confused, tilting his head as he tried to make out your words in Tatooine moisture farmer language.

But he was eager to learn! The first time you and him painted together, he was clumsy and dropped the brush a few times, splattering paint on the floor that he (messily) cleaned up. But he got the hang of it and quite frequently tugged you along to paint with him. It felt intimate to do something like this. To pour your heart out on this canvas and turn it into a sentimental image that you both would work hours to perfect.

His oceanic eyes would skim over your paintings everytime, and he plastered them up around his room, as if they were posters of his favorite music band or interest. They were yours, and they were sacred. In return, you had a few (thousand) of his in yours as well, even if you both shared a bedroom, you had his very first painting that you held dear the most, but all the others. That smile on your face, the paint that somehow would get smeared on your face, and coat your fingers, made him melt. He loved you. And every single time you looked so naturally or did something that others would deem silly or odd, he could hear a voice in his mind saying you were precious.

And what he would give to see the sight of you smiling, the radiance in your face, that gleam in your eye when you looked so messy, so unorganized but somehow heavenly.

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A little something for my soon vacation (I'll be gone for like 3 months, but no worries, I will be posting or trying to post a short blurb in a sec <3)

The force is so mean to me!

Head lice

.....Who told you?

A story about a boy who wore his movie fandom on his head.

I didn't stutter, I meant what I said. 🙄

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🎵I’m a feminist obviously but I really wouldn’t mind him saving me🎶

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