Hi, Are You Going To Continue With Happiness And Tears? It's A Very Beautiful Story

Hi, are you going to continue with Happiness and Tears? it's a very beautiful story <3 I hope you continue it, please don't abandon itπŸ₯Ί . I like how you write about the SW characters , I must tell you that I would like to see more of Anakin he is my favorite ❀️

Hi! You are the first person to ask me anything <3

I was procrastinating on Happiness and Tears because very few people liked it and it was very difficult to write. But because you asked, I will post part three today <33

And thank you so much! Sweetheart, you made my day <33 Would you like to be tagged maybe in Happiness and Tears??

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Could never be meeeeee

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1 year ago

First Glance (First Part)

First Glance (First Part)

Anakin was wandering the halls of the Jedi Temple, looking for nothing in particular. His eyes scanned the marble and granite flooring, walls and ceiling. The mere patterns of the natural rocks brought a feeling of serenity to his soul.

Anakin was so caught up in admiring the natural beauty of the decorative suit of the Temple, that he did not notice you in front of him, also grazing the hallways at this late hour. "Oh, hello." You greet him softly, nearly running into him. His head snaps to you, his padawan braid jerking violently as his head turns to you. "What are you doing up?" He asks, his voice apprehensive. He didn't recognize you. "I'm a Padawan," You tell him, attempting to reassure his apprehensiveness. "Of who?" Anakin demands, his eyebrows knitted together.

"Mace Windu." You say simply, gazing at the young teenage boy with an air of interest and immense curiosity. At your words, he relaxes. "I'm Anakin Skywalker, padawan to Obi-Wan Kenobi." He smiles at you. "Oh? I'm Y\N." He nods, listening attentively to your words. "So, what are you doing out this late?" Anakin tilts his head, curiosity entering his tone. "I couldn't sleep." You gaze at him, trying to gauge him. He nods once more. "You?" He smiles. "I find myself coming back to these hallways to think." He begins walking down the halls again, beckoning you to follow. "About what?" You question, walking alongside him. He shrugs. "Anything. It's easy to get lost in my thoughts." You nod understandingly. "Do you come down here often?" He inquires, wanting to start a conversation as he walks.

"Yeah, whenever I can't sleep or need to think." You sigh. Anakin stops and turns to you, showing you the view of Coruscant through the windows. The sight takes your breath away, barely any speeders in the sky, the millions of stars in the sky, the few lights of people's houses. "Wow. You never really appreciate something until you see it up close." Anakin stands next to you. "I'm actually from Tatooine." He analyzes you. "Oh, really?" You glare at him, curiosity pushing you to ask more, but also wanting to examine the city. "Yeah. I and my mom worked for a Toydarian. We were sold to him. But then Obi-Wan's master, Qui-Gon came, and he freed me."

You process this information as Anakin focuses on the lights and midnight beauty of Coruscant. "What's it like being Master Windu's apprentice?" He queried. "I like to imagine it's normal. I mean, he's frank and always speaks his mind. Believing there is room for improvement at every turn." Anakin smiles. "Obi-Wan is overly critical, I don't think he realizes I'm actually ahead of him in many ways." You gazed at him, a slight smile on your face. "I think all masters are like that at times." A fond smile spreads across your lips. "It always frustrating when they focus more on your flaws rather than your perfections." Anakin gazes at you, his eyes understanding and clearly knowing what you mean through experience.

"It's upsetting." He chuckles. You nod, snickering. "It sure is. But, how would we learn otherwise?" Anakin sighs. "Yeah. I guess it is going to be how I teach my padawan, and it makes sense, but it's frustrating." Looking down, Anakin fiddles with his fingers, seemingly sucked into thought. "Well, I'm going to turn in. Nice meeting you, Anakin." You smile at him before walking back to your quarters. Anakin watches you go, feeling a sense of friendship between you both now. And with that, he's content. A new friend.

On your way into your room and settling yourself in to sleep, you grin at the notion of knowing you got to meet someone today. Someone both unusual and quirky, but unique from the boringness of just being a padawan. Satisfied with that, you close your eyes.

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A\N: Part two will be posted sometime tomorrow. Also, this is going to go into a series of the Star Wars characters meeting you for the first time!


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1 year ago

Childhood Promises (Part 2)

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!


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1 year ago

Coming Back to You Scenarios! (Part Two)

A\N: Okay, okay, sorry! I really did forget I had to finish the Coming back to you Scenario. But here it is: Obi-Wan and Luke coming back to you after a mission.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Once he landed and reported back to the Jedi Temple, he was off to find you. Determination was evidently in Obi's crystal blue eyes. Once he was back to you, he could rest. In your arms, looking into your sweet eyes. Your beautiful face. God, he missed you. He kissed you countless times, really wanting you to know how much he missed you while on his mission. Basking in the loving and longing embrace, he gazed into your eyes. "I love you." He spoke gently, barely above a whisper. Your breath caught in your throat as it always did at those words that touched you like a caress. "I love you too."

After a mission, you were in for cuddles, kisses and a lot of holding. Obi-Wan would more than likely make you food and you guys would eat in your bedroom, watching TV and you listening keenly to every word detailing his adventures. The moments like those were so precious.

Luke Skywalker: Luke wanted to take you on his excursion with Ben, but he was told not to. That it would be dangerous. Although he was understandably annoyed he couldn't bring you, but thankful that it would mean you would not be in any danger. The mission itself was more about learning the ways of Jedi and meditading, occasionally some fights. But the reason it took so long was because it was supposed to be a chance for Luke to actually connect with the Force.

Once he was back, he was running, I mean, RUNNING to you. Picking you up and spinning you around. The two of you were grinning like idiots, and he lowered you to plant a passionate and fierce kiss to your lips, laced with love and longing. "I missed you so much, Y\N." He spoke slowly, calmly, but the urgency was written in his eyes. "I missed you too, Luke." He pressed his forehead to yours, his sandy locks tickling your face. "I love you." He said, taking your hand and intertwining it in his. "I love you too."


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1 year ago

Happiness and Tears (Part Two)

As the meeting ended and you walked outside of the Hospital with Clay, you turned to him and saw his zoned-out blue eyes. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" You ask as she looks at you with a small but meaningful smile, opening the limo's door and closing it behind you. "It's difficult to believe isn't it? That after this transplant is over, we can be together." He says with a playful smile, but you saw this meant everything to him as he got into the car with you. "It is." You reply, looking at him with tenderness. He smiles and puts his arm around you, pulling you closer. "I love you, Y\N." He whispers sweetly in your ear as you rested your head on his shoulder and his head atop yours. "I love you too, Clay."

By nightfall, you could see Clay was tired, having a heated dispute with his mother over his phone on why he proposed to you and kept it a secret from her. You stood in the bathroom and listened, while you were getting dressed for bed. "Mom, please. It's already been decided, if you could be happy for me, that would be appreciated." He rolled his eyes but kept his tone calm and collected. You hummed very slightly, brushing your hair with care and slow movements, making sure you can hear if anything specifically directed at you. "Bye, Mom." You heard Clay say, hearing the underlying annoyance in his voice as he closed his phone and it clicked.

"Are you ready yet, sweetie?" You ask sweetly, walking out of the bathroom, eyes soft and caring as you look at his state: Stressed, tired and upset. Not a good combination. "Come here." He says, voice needy. You walk over to him and place a reassuring hand on his hair, stroking it with attentiveness. He lets out a low groan and pulls you more onto him, now you are placed in his lap as he slithers his arms around your waist and buries his face in your shoulder. "Clay... let's sleep, yeah?" You look at him, knowing he was tired. He nods and you get off his lap and climb into bed, leaning over to turn off his bedside lamp and yours as well. Once he leaned back, his arms immediately found your waist and pulled you closer, as he breathed in your scent with delight and it eased all of his annoyance and worries. "I love you." He whispers into your chest. "I love you too." You coo in response.

The next day, you both slept in each others arms until you decided it was time to get up. Seeing as though Clay has his surgery today, you wanted to take it easy, the thought of making him breakfast crept into your mind, only to be thrown out at the reminding thought of him not being able to eat anything. You huff slightly, wriggling out of his sleepy grasp and slipping out of the room. You grab some clothes from the dryer and put those on, not wanting to disturb Clay with your noisy footsteps. You tie the laces of your sneakers, grab your purse and open the door to the house carefully, leaving. You walked around the block, thinking of what to do. You had a great idea: Get Clay a present. A thoughtful gesture. Walking into the nearest store you could find, you were immediately hit with what you knew to be something of Clay's interest: books. Smiling, you enter the shop and look around, your eyes following and darting to random books. You pick up whatever you thought Clay would like, poetry, english literature, whatever.

Sneaking back into the house, you glance around to see if Clay might be in the kitchen, or living room. Nope, it seems he is still in bed. You check your phone to see the time, 12:36, you place your phone back in your pocket and tip-toe up the stairs with the bag of books. "Hey." You nearly jump as you see Clay's eyes opened as you enter the room. "Hey!" You reply, cheerfully hiding your momentarily frighted state. "Where'd you go?" He asks, his hands behind his head and legs crossed on the bed, TV on. "Downtown." You smile, and he catches a glimpse of the bag. "What's that?" He raises an eyebrow. "For you." You chuckle, handing it to him. He takes it and looks inside, his eyes lighting up. "Thoughtful as always." He smirks. You giggle slightly and place a kiss on his forehead. "They made me think of you." You sit by him on the bed and watch as he takes out a book at a time, his fingers skimming over the front. "You really do know me." He lets out a low chuckle as he opens a book and his eyes dart down to see the writing. "Thanks, love."

A few hours later, you had to remind Clay of his transplant, his face buried in the books buried in the books you bought him. "Come on, silly. You got your surgery, you know?" You see his mouth form the shape of an "oh" as he remembered. You chuckled and went back to getting ready. He hummed a bit as he put both his dress shirt and pants on, followed by his belt, suit jacket and tie. "Ready, beautiful?" He asks about twelve minutes later. "Yes." You reply, scurrying downstairs to the door, he chuckles and opens the door for you. The afternoon sky was a cloudless blue, which gave you a boosted air of confidence as you both enter the car and start for the Hospital.

Walking inside, you instantly see the smiles and stares from the Hospital patients and staff. You always felt a sense of happiness from the way everyone reacted to Clay's presence. "Ah! The man of the hour!" Dr. Puttnam greets Clay, extending his hand and a wide grin. "Doctor." Clay smiles back, shaking his hand. "A bit early, aren't you?" Jack chuckles, and goes to give Clay a handshake as well. "Well, couldn't sleep it off, could I?" Clay jokes. "The lovely Y\N." Dr. Puttnam smiles warmly at you and extends his hand for you, to which you take with pleasure. "Hello." You say sweetly, smiling happily at the staff. "Penny should be here soon, you know her..." Dr. Puttnam informs the two of you, Clay smirks and you nod slightly. Just then, a nurse clumsily walks down the hall, bumping into people slightly, as her eyes were set on her papers. "Speak of the devil!" Dr. Puttname laughs. Penny's papers fly everywhere and Caly bends down to pick them up. "I see you are still the same." Clayton chuckles, handing the doctor her papers. "Ha, ha. Very funny." Penny rolls her eyes sarcastically. "Penny, this is Clay's soon-to-be wife, Y\N." Jack says, gesturing towards you.

"Hi." You say, extending your hand. "Penny Carver." She smiles at you, shaking your hand. "You ready, Clay?" Jack asks him and Clay smirks. "Yep." Jack nods and gestures for Dr. Puttnam to get the chair. "The estimated time for the transplant to be done is about one- two hours." Penny informs you both. You nod happily. "I'm glad." As Dr. Puttnam comes down the hall with the chair needed to transport Clay to the surgical room. "Here we go." Jack smiles. A few minutes later and Jack is ushering Clay into the room, only to stop to give you both a few minutes. "Hey." You smile at him. "Hey." He smirks. "I love you." You tell him and he reaches his hand up and touches your cheek. "I love you too." You lean into the touch and down to kiss him. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?" You kiss his hand. "Okay." Then, Jack comes back, tells you to sit in the waiting room and that they will make sure to make this as fast as they can. "See you later, wife!" Clay calls from down the hall. "Say that again." You giggle. "Wife!" He says with a hint of a chuckle in his tone.

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A\N: This took forever! But here it is, part two. I will post part three sometime tomorrow.


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11 months ago

collab when?

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1 year ago
To Hear That Matthew Died, Hurt My Heart. Not Just My Heart But Myself, Meaning I Couldn't Help Myself
To Hear That Matthew Died, Hurt My Heart. Not Just My Heart But Myself, Meaning I Couldn't Help Myself

To hear that Matthew died, hurt my heart. Not just my heart but myself, meaning I couldn't help myself from rewatching Friends. I've always been specifically fond of Matt and his characters... he was a gift, what can I say? Alas, he's dead.... I miss you, Matt.


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1 month ago

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2 months ago

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


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1 month ago

LMFAOOO- I mean aren't you getting more and more sensitive everyday, sidewalker?

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

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