Anakin Skywalker X Reader - Tumblr Posts
“I can fix him!”
Him:
me after saying i’d get tasks done but i’ve just been reading fanfiction for the past 3 hours:
when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n
I'm adding x reader tags for the purpose of knowing that they will probably come up with the funniest shit ever
Hey yall, I need some help. So hopefully in about 2 years I'll be able to get a puppy. My dad (who I still live with, sad I know) wants to wait because right now we're not ready for another dog. (We currently have a dog, the cat further down in my blog is my mom's cat, if it's still there) he also won't let me if our current dog isn't doing good at that time. But anyways I'm thinking about getting a chocolate lab puppy. I know for sure I'm getting a lab but I want to get a chocolate one. I've picked out some names already because I like doing that. I want some help thinking of more names. I tagged a bunch of Fandoms so hopefully I can get some nerdy names but I also want hilarious names!
Our current list:
The "love" ones: Bucky (marvel), Boone (twisters), Coffee Beans or Beans (nickname(nn)), Butter, Captain Wigglebutt or Wiggles (nn), Meatball, Moose, Godzilla
The "really liked" ones: Rocket (marvel), Rooster (topgun), Jensen (the actor), Potato, Brownie, Caesar
The "liked" ones: Bruce (harley quinn), Tyler (twisters), Raleigh (Pacific rim), Wally, Mudflap
The "not my favorite but they're good names" ones: Maverick (topgun), Logan (Xmen)
So please, message me, reblog this, comment what ever, tell me some good names whether they be Fandom related, just down right funny, or both. One thing, try to keep a little bit to the theme of him being a chocolate lab and a male. Like coffee beans because they're brown and I think Beans would be a hilarious names. If the name has a nickname please tell me that too. Thank you everyone!!!
i can look past the 18 year age gap
tumblr writers who use small font write the best smut… i will not be taking any further comments.
honourable mentions:
@hanasnx @slutforln4 @murdrdocs @userlando @pedantic-poison @evielmostdefinitely @st4rfckerz
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MASTERLIST
hi and welcome to my masterlist. here you’ll find some of my work or links leading you to other masterlists. my requests are open and i’d love it, if you could give me some ideas to put into one shots/ blurbs/ headcannons!
!if you’d like to request something involving a character that i haven’t listed, you can go ahead. if you give me some plot to work with, i might just write about them anyway!
last updated: 01/07/2023
star wars
anakin skywalker
the 100
bellamy blake
change
john murphy
jealousy jealousy
outerbanks
jj maybank
coming soon!
rafe cameron
kiara carrera
the maze runner
thomas
minho
gally
the walking dead
carl grimes
daryl dixon
rosita espinosa
tara chambler
teen wolf
stiles stilinski
isaac lahey
theo raeken
liam dunbar
narnia
edmund pevensie
coming soon!
peter pevensie
Haunted
gf!anakin x reader
Summary: You're best friends with Anakin but you have a boyfriend. Anakin takes it into his own hands to deal with this problem.
Word Count: 3.8k
tw: murder
Anakin sat atop the dark metal picnic bench as he listened to you ramble on about your psychology major. You have always loved psychology and studying the human brain. He allowed you to ramble, twirling a fallen strand of your ponytail between his index finger.
“Anakin, are you even listening to me?” You ask.
He only hums in response, as he continues to play with your hair. You had been friends with Anakin since your junior year of high school and ever since then, you two have been nearly inseparable. You had always seen him around, as he fell into the popular crowd but it wasn’t until he saved you from the wrath of your ex that you two became quick friends.
You continue to tell him about the aspects you find fascinating about psychology and how it has helped you learn to read people.
“So I take it you enjoy your classes?” He says.
You nod, “Of course I do, but the work can be overwhelming at times you know?”
“Mmm,” He agrees before changing the subject. “You still need a ride to Padmé’s tonight?”
You smile sheepishly, “Yeah, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all, but I just don’t think your boyfriend would approve,” He practically spits the word out as he responds.
You turn around to swat his arm. Anakin has never liked your boyfriend, Jess. Now that you think of it, he has never liked any of your previous boyfriends either. You dismissed the thought of his protective nature ever since he saw your high school ex Nathan hit you. When that happened Anakin had practically beat him to death, successfully scaring your ex from ever coming near you again.
“Don’t worry Ani, Jess won’t mind,”
“What won’t I mind?” Jess asks, approaching you.
“Shesh man, you appeared outta nowhere, practically jumped out of the bushes or something,” Anakin scolds, allowing his annoyance to filter through.
Jess chuckles, “Yeah sorry about that bro, just saw my girl here,” he scrunches his face with a smile, “--and I just had to come see her,”
Jess leans in to plant a kiss on your lips, coming to sit beside you on the bench. He reaches for your thigh, stroking it up and down with his thumb as his hand trails further north.
“Jess,” You laugh, “Not here,” You say, pushing his hand with a firm expression.
Anakin scoffs, “Keep it in your pants, Kennedy,”
His jaw is fixed. Anakin’s grip on your hair tightens as his fists subconsciously clench.
“Oww Ani, you’re pulling on my hair.” You groan.
Anakin cringed, unravelling his fingers from your wavy locks, “Sorry angel,”
Jess reaches for your head, smoothing your hair down, “Since when were you his angel?” He asks, a certain possessiveness in his voice.
Anakin turned his eyes to your boyfriend, “Since high school, prick.”
You notice how quickly their conversation is heating up and attempt to de-escalate the situation.
“Anakin.” You shoot him a stern glare. “Behave,”
He just lets out a dark chuckle, rolling his eyes, “Yes ma'am,” He mocks.
Jess tries to start up a new conversation for your benefit most likely.
“Hey uh, have you heard about the whole psycho killer on the loose?”
You squeal, “Yes! Of course, I have. Isn’t it crazy? A real-life ghostface killer in our city?”
Jess quirks a brow at your excitement. He opens his mouth to talk before Anakin cuts him off.
“She’s big into slasher movies. Thinks that all the killers are complex psychologically so she finds them fascinating,”
“But this guy is real,” Jess states.
You nod, “Yes he is, I just wanna know what makes him do what he does, and in such an extreme way. Isn’t it interesting?” You know that to almost anyone you’d sound freaky, finding serial killers fascinating, but what can you say? You just want to study how utterly complex they are.
Anakin snorts, “Well there’s that, and you also think ghostface is hot.”
You look down in embarrassment, turning a shade of pink as Anakin exposes your secret attraction to the slasher. Jess seems shocked at this revelation, “You find this murder attractive?” He asks, a puzzling expression painted on his face.
“No, no,” You say, waving your hands for emphasis, “Not the real ghostface, just–uh the ones in the Scream movies.”
Anakin and you had binge-watched the Scream movies last year in your final year of high school, and you would rant to him how hot you thought ghostface was. There was just something about the long robes, mask, and blood-stained knife that had you clenching your thighs.
“Well then, I know what to wear for the Halloween party at Padmé’s tonight,” Jess said
You giggled as you threaded your fingers through your boyfriend's messy hair. “Uhg–please do Jess, you’d look so hot,”
“Well in that case,” He flashed you a knowing smile, “Anything for my girl,”
Anakin shifted above you, running his hand through his dark blonde hair, something he always did when he was irritated.
“Would you guys get a room already? This is disgusting.”
“Aw Anakin, is someone jealous they don’t have a girl?” Jess mocked, slipping his arms around your waist, passive-aggressively emphasizing that you were his girlfriend.
Anakin hated the way Jess touched you, in fact, he hated everything about Jess, but mostly the fact that he was your boyfriend. After all, you were his first, and he was determined to show this to Jess, no matter the consequences.
“Whatever man,” Anakin played off as he reached for your backpack, “We have to leave anyway to pick up y/n’s costume.”
Jess glared at Anakin, as he studied his face. “Yeah sure bro,” He replied to your best friend before turning to you, “I’ll see you at the party after my shift, wear something nice for me babe, okay?”
You giggled, “Always do Jessy.”
Anakin groaned, walking to his car, “Angel you coming?”
You turned from Jess after saying your goodbyes, “Right behind ya!”
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You sat in the passenger seat of Anakin’s car, as he drove you to Padmé’s house. The land outside seemed to blend together at the speed that Anakin was driving. He had one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the head of your seat, brushing against your bare shoulders. You were dressed as Black Widow from the MCU and Anakin had black ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. You’d brought your make-up with you so you applied what was necessary to complete your look. Anakin made you promise to use your make-up to create a skull face. He was dressed as Tate Langdon from AHS.
When he parked on the side of the road outside of Padmé’s house you got to work transforming his face. You used your favourite fluffy brush to apply the white powder on Anakin’s face as he laughed, “That tickles. Stop it,” He said between giggles. When you finally finished the two of you exited his car and made your way into the house.
Once you and Anakin had settled at the party, he took off to get a drink. You went to find your friends. Padmé spotted you first as she beelined towards you. She wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.
“Girl, you look gorgeous!”
“Thanks,” You replied, as she led you to your other friends, Satine, and Sabé.
They were dressed in various costumes, Sabé’s with more effort than Satine's, but they both looked wonderful to you.
“Wow, you all look amazing!” You said, smiling kindly.
A chorus of “thank you’s” was spilled before you were raptured into their gossip.
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Anakin was walking back to find you, drink in hand when something, or rather someone bumped into him.
“Watch where you're going man,” Anakin growled as he managed to study the liquid in his red solo cup.
The person who bumped into him looked up to meet his angry gaze. “My bad bro,”
“Jess,” Anakin spat.
“The one and only,” The other boy replied, dressed in a black t-shirt and baggy black jeans. A cheap plastic ghostface mask adored his face.
Anakin practically rolled his eyes at his crappy get-up.
“When y/n said she thought ghostface was hot, she definitely didn’t mean this cheap trash version.”
“Chill dude, why have you been so on edge lately? Get a drink, get laid, cool off.” Jess said stumbling, obviously already drunk. “That’s what I’m planning to do anyway.”
Anakin bawled his fists. He hated how Jess would talk about y/n behind her back. In all honesty, he didn’t know what his angel saw in him.
In response to Jess, he only nods before making his way through the mass of bodies filling the house.
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It was nearly two in the morning and by now the party had died down leaving only Padmé, Satine, Sabé, Jess, Anakin and you. Satine was watching a movie while Jess started kissing you. He moved his hands up and down your body as you sighed into his kisses. Turns out you did like his ghostface costume. Anakin watched you and Jess with disdain as he leaned against the wall, a beer in hand. Unknown yet to him he had crushed the cup with anger. When Jess led you upstairs he saw red and it took everything in him not to beat your boyfriend to a pulp. Anakin dragged his hand down the length of his face, turning to grab his belongings.
“Hey, I think I’m gonna head out now Padmé, see ya girls,” Anakin waved goodbye to the other two girls on the sofa.
“Have a safe drive, Ani!” Padmé called after him.
Anakin visibly twitched. He hated being called “Ani” by everyone, well that is everyone except for you.
He managed to mumble a quieted, “thanks,”
Anakin walked out to his car, opening the glove box for the make-up wipes you kept stashed, cleaning the painted skull off his face. He started the car and circled around to the next block.
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“Sabé! We’re out of drinks, I’m gonna grab some more!” Padmé called out to her friend from the kitchen.
“Okay, thanks, Paddy!” Sabé yelled back before turning her focus back to the rom-com on TV.
Padmé made her way down the stairs, each step creaking with her force. She strode to the cold room, various slacks of expensive meat hanging from the hooks on the ceiling. Padmé maneuvered through the room reaching the end and grabbing a set of six beers. She turned back, beers in hand, weaving through the slacks of hanging meat when she was pulled to the side by a pair of anonymous arms. When the infamous mask came into view she yelped.
Padmé was shaking. She felt her mouth go dry and her senses numb. “Jess this is not funny, you really scared me.” She attempted to brush it off, laughing, to stay as calm and collected as she could.
The raspy voice of a modulator spoke. “You think this is funny Padmé?” It asked and suddenly a knife was plunged into her stomach. Instantly pain flooded her body, she screamed, as loud as she could, but her screams were quickly muffed by the figure's gloved hand.
Tears fell down her face, “What did I ever do to you,” She asked her muffled cries coming through.
A dark chuckle arose from ghostface, “Nothing.”
Padmé kicked and pulled away as best she could, blood pouring from the stab wound in her stomach. She knew no one was coming for her and she needed to do all she could to survive.
Padmé delivered a hard blow to the Slasher's stomach and their grip loosened. She bolted from the masked figure, clutching her wound as tears poured from her eyes.
She was only free of him for seconds before his strong hand gripped her shoulder, pulling her back, only for another excruciating thrust of the knife to rip through her flesh. The pain was too much. She could barely breathe. More crimson blood spurted from her back. And with each passing second her body weakened.
Ghostface pulled on her shoulder to face him, “All out of fight are we now, Padmé?” The deep voice echoed.
Padmé whimpered against his hold, before thrashing in his grip once again. Ghostface humoured her by releasing her watching as she desperately tried to crawl away. He allowed her to get all but ten feet away from him before pouncing on her like a lion to its prey, delivering a swift jab through her collarbone. Padmé let out a blood-curdling scream as ghostface picked her up and squared the previous wound of her shoulder blade with a lone meat hook, releasing her to dangle from the ceiling like a piece of butchered meat. The jagged hook impaled her smooth skin, allowing perfuse amounts of blood to gush from her near-lifeless body. Finally, Padmé’s frame saged, drained of all life. Dark red blood pooled on the floor as ghostface sought out his next victim.
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Sabé and Satine’s giggles were heard through the house as the two laughed at the movie before them. It had been nearly twenty minutes since their friend Padmé went to retrieve more beer, but now they were beginning to worry.
Satine was the first to speak up, “Sabé do you think Padmé’s alright? It’s been quite a while since she went downstairs.”
Sabé waved her off, “I’m sure she fine, probably just got carried away and started drinking.”
Satine leaned back into the couch, but something about the situation did not feel right.
As the girl neared the end of the movie they were sprawled out on the couch, Sabé nearest to the living room entrance.
No one heard him. The figure crept into the room without a sound. The only noise that radiated was that of the TV, and the deadly scream of Sabé in suit.
Satine whipped her head around to the horrific sight of ghostface repeatedly stabbing her best friend. “Sabé!” Satine cried out in fear.
Blood soaked her clothes, staining the couch. Sabé attempted to move but was too weak to do so. The last words she managed to mutter before her body failed her were “Run,”
Satine screamed in anguish as she ran from her dying friend. She had reached the front door, turning the knob when the killer’s knife was thrown, lodging itself in the back of her neck. Satine collapsed to the flood, choking on the spurting mess of her own blood.
Ghostface yanked his knife from her blood-covered throat, as he ascended the stairs to the upper floor.
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Jess hovered above you, angling his face to kiss you hard. His hands found your hips as he dug into the flesh of your thighs.
“I love that you’re mine,” He groaned against your mouth.
You shivered under his hold, before pulling away from him, “Jess, can we talk first,”
He continued littering your body with kisses, “mmhm,” was the only response he gave.
You pushed him off you slightly, sitting upright on the bed as he begrudgingly did the same. “I don’t like how you talk with Anakin. He’s the most important person in my life and his approval means the world to me. So could you try to just–I don’t know, just at least try to get along with him.”
Jess sighed, “Damnit y/n!” He screamed, startling you, “I don’t wanna hear about Anakin. I hate how close he is to you, so no, I will not change anything. He is trying to take you from me, you're just too blind to see it.”
You shut your mouth, teeth grinding against each other in frustration, “Jess, come on, please-”
He cut you off, “No! I don’t care how much you deny it, you have to at least be aware of the way he treats you. That guy literally hates everyone on this planet but you. He is always with you, he’s practically the one dating you. He drives you places, buys you things, calls you pet names and everything!”
“Stop it Jess! Anakin is not trying to take me from you, he’s just protective because of what happened with my last boyfriend. He’s looking out for me. And he is my best friend. So if you don’t get yourself together for me, because Anakin is important to me, then you can leave!”
Jess stayed quiet, as you awaited anxiously for his answer. Your nails subconsciously picked at the flesh of your knuckles. Eventually, Jess spoke up, “Fine y/n. I’ll do better with Anakin,” he said forcefully.
You smiled in relief because as much as you liked Jess, Anakin would always be your top priority. Jesse offered you a kind smile back before leaning in to place another kiss on your lips. As each kiss progressed, he seemed to become hungrier and hungrier.
Your boyfriend lifted his shirt from his body, pressing you close to his chest. His kisses became more urgent and desperate as his hands travelled lower and lower from your stomach.
One second your boyfriend was kissing you and the next he was thrown to the ground. The ominous ghostface stood before you, and no–this was not the fictional slasher in the movies, this killer was real, he was real and he had a eight-inch metal knife gripped tightly in his gloved hand. And contrary to most you didn’t scream. You were too shocked to be seen face to face with the real ghostface, the California killer stood towering before you and he had just flung your boyfriend to the floor.
Contrary to your reaction, Jess did indeed scream. He scrabbled to his feet, pressing himself impossibly close to the wall of Padmé’s bedroom.
Ghostface stalked forward to Jesse, knife raised and body fixed. Instead of delivering a fatal blow to the neck, he plunged the knife into Jess’ right hand. Your boyfriend cried out in pain. You stood still as blood spilled from his hand. Ghostface then repeated his action to your boyfriend's other hand. You cringed at the impact of the sharp weapon and Jess’ flesh. Your boyfriend let out another scream of pain.
“Stop, stop, please, stop,” Jess begged, ghostface’s knife, still impaled in his left hand.
The dark raspy voice of the modulator came through. “Pathetic little thing,” It scoffed, yanking the knife from your boyfriend’s broken and bloody hand.
“Stop.” You spoke, and you almost wish you hadn’t. Ghost face turned to you ever so slowly. He moved with an eerie terror, facing you as your boyfriend gasped in pain.
“Why should I sweetheart?” The modulated voice asked.
The pet name sent shivers through your body. “Answer me,” He spoke again.
“Because I don’t know your motive.” You stated.
“What if I don’t have one,”
His answer sent terror shooting through you. But then your thoughts drifted to your friends downstairs. “Padmé?” You questioned, a shake in your voice came through, but you did your best to push it down.
“Dead,” He responded.
“Sabé, Satine?” You asked hopefully.
“Dead.”
He stared you down, waiting for you to ask another question. “What about Jess and I?”
“One of you will die, and the other may live, it depends on how generous I’m feeling.”
You sat there for three erie seconds before nodding. Before a name pounded at your mind.
Ghost face turned from you a brief second to stab his knife into Jess’ heel, pulling the blade down, he severed it from his leg. Jess cried in pain. Ghostface did the same to the opposite heel before swiftly plunging the jagged knife into Jess’ face. You made a move to stand, but ghostface threatened you, “If I see you move another muscle from that bed, I’ll slit lover boy’s throat.”
You remained completely still. The only movement was the rise and fall of your chest.
Tears welled in your eyes as you made the choice to speak, “What about Anakin?”
Ghostface froze at the name before straightening himself, “I gutted him like a fish,”
A broken sob escapes your lips. “No,” you say softly, “No, no no,” Each word ripping the anger from your soul. You screamed, a scream so full of raw heartbreak it burned through your throat.
It was then that you forgot about everyone. You jumped up, neglecting ghostface’s threat and launched yourself at the man who took away your entire world.
Ghostface stumbled back, clearly not expecting you to attack him with such savage-like force. You didn’t care. You didn’t care if you got hurt, or if he killed you, or even if he killed Jess. Your thoughts ran red. All you close see was Anakin's mauled lifeless body.
You grabbed the stainless steel water bottle from Padmé’s nightstand and dashed it across ghostface’s mask. His head was knocked back from the impact.
“I will kill you for this!” You screamed in rage. Hitting him over and over. Ghostface held his hands up to shield his face from your vicious attacks. “He was all I had!” You yell, pulling his hands away. “Anakin was my everything!” You scream again, sheer anger coursing through your body. You were now straddling ghostface, your body pressing him into the floor. Ghostface finally wrestles the water bottle away from you, pushing you down, switching places with the previous position you had him in. He pins your wrists above your head as you thrash with maddening anger in his grasp. You’re body finally gives in as you sob in utter heartbreak. Thick tears pour from your face, “What are you waiting for,” You choke, “--just kill me, there’s no point in living without him,” You sob again, sending tremors through your body.
You’re shaking uncontrollably as ghostface angles his knife to press against your tear-stained cheek, “Now, why would I do that my angel,” he replies.
You’re entire body freezes as you process his words. You slowly lift your trembling hands to the bottom of ghostface’s mask, and when he doesn’t stop you, you tug at the mask, allowing it to fall from the person’s face. Anakin’s face. Your Anakin. He’s okay, he’s here with you right now and that’s all you can think about before you throw your arms around his neck and pull him down to you, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. He reciprocates your actions, kissing you with fervour.
“I love you,” Anakin whispers.
“You are my everything.” You reply, heart full of emotion, before pressing your lips back to his.
Though he has done unimaginable horrors you still kiss him, because you know that no matter what Anakin is your life, and you are his. Nothing mattered besides him and only him. As Jess bled to death Anakin took his girl, but now in his final moments, he wonders if you really ever his to begin with. Because if you were deranged enough to kiss the man who killed your closest friends, you must have been madly in love with him for the better part of your entire life.
We need more fanfiction of the following characters/celebs:
Dean Winchester x reader from Supernatural
Charles Xavier x reader from X-Men
Erik Lehnsherr x reader from X-Men
Robbie Turner x reader from Atonement
Beau Arlen x reader from Big Sky
Soldier boy x reader from The Boys
Wolverine x reader from X-Men
James McAvoy x reader
Hugh Jackman x (daughter) reader
Michael Fassbender x reader
Tony Stark x reader, preferably daughter!reader from Marvel-movies
Clint Barton x reader from Marvel-movies
Avengers x reader, any Avenger at all really.
Gellert Grindelwald (Johnny Depp) x reader from Fantastic Beasts
Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law) x reader from Fantastic Beasts
Jack Dawson x reader, Titanic
Legolas x reader from Hobbit-movies and Lord of the Rings-movies
Aragorn x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies
Eomer x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies
Faramir x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies
Castiel x reader from Supernatural
LOTR/Hobbit characters x reader
Charlie Hudson x reader from Hudson & Rex
Lord Asriel x reader from His Dark Materials
Nick Ryan x reader from McLeod's daughters
Richard O'Connell x reader from The Mummy movies
Wade Wilson/Deadpool x reader from Deadpool-movies
Richard Castle x reader from Castle
Drover (Hugh Jackman) x reader from Australia
Ronan Keating x reader
Christian x reader from Moulin Rouge
Aidan Turner x reader and his characters x reader
James Bond (Daniel Craig) x reader
Bucky Barnes x reader
Steve Rogers x reader
Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader from Star Wars prequels and Obi-Wan Kenobi-series
Ewan McGregor x reader
Anakin Skywalker x reader from Star Wars prequels
Hayden Christensen x reader
Owen Grady x reader from Jurassic World
Bucky Barnes x reader from Marvel-movies
Sirius Black x reader from Harry Potter- movies
Cedric Diggory x reader from Harry Potter- movies
Draco Malfoy x reader from Harry Potter-movies
Indiana Jones x reader from Indiana Jones- movies
Cillian Murphy x reader
Tommy Shelby x reader from Peaky Blinders
Harry Goodman x daughter reader from Pokemon Detective Pikachu
Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick
Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader from Top Gun: Maverick
Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader from Top Gun: Maverick
Robin Hood/Robin of Loxley (Taron Egerton) x reader from Robin Hood
Rafe McCawley x reader from Pearl Harbor
Daniel "Danny" Walker x reader from Pearl Harbor
Eggsy Unwin x reader from the Kingsman-movies
I'll add here more as I remember more characters/celebs. I prefer character x female reader. The ones in bold need more fanfiction.
First post! Thinking I might start posting on here, I really missed writing and wanna get back into it again. Requests are open, so please feel free to send whatever you want and I'll get to writing.
I do fluff, smut (really whatever readers want)
I'm in so many fandoms and too lazy to list characters so just send your requests and I'll get to them.
Parts Of The Truth
Anakin Skywalker x Reader
A small glimpse of what I'm working on rn. It's a series:
Warnings: sex, cheating, affairs, mature language, power imbalance, boss x employee dynamics, toxic relationships, pregnancy,(this pretty much encompasses everything in the upcoming chapters)
"We shouldn't do this" your voice is a heated whisper, as you undo the buckle of his belt, he presses against you, your black dress pushed up your thighs, legs opened as you perched on entrance table inside of your apartment. His mouth on your neck, sucking and biting, just how you like it, "you're married"
"she'll be fine" his voices, his big hands tracing along your thighs, up your hips, under your dress, you cry out for him, our actions contradicting your words, until you just give in "please I need you" that was all you had to say.
Hey Guys! Just a peek at what I'm working on it's an au, I'm so excited to finish the first two chapters so you guys can give feedback, in the mean time, send requests so I can make filler posts and get my creative brain working again.
Parts Of The Truth
Masterlist
Chapter One
Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, my rusty, bad writing.
Pair: Anakin Skywalker x Reader
Everyone swears they'd never be involved with a married man,at least you swore, you swore; "I'd never be a mistress,I could never do that to someone else" of course this was before you met him. Tall, charming, intelligent, not to mention smooth, all words that can be used to describe, Anakin Skywalker. It started a year after you began working at Skywalker Industries, at first you were just his assistant, getting coffee, arranging meetings, occasionally lying to his wife that he was in a meeting when in reality he just wasn't in the mood to see her.
Eventually, he'd started flirting, which you tried to resist, he hadn't made it easy. "You're beautiful" he'd say.
"You're married"
"gah, and if I weren't"
And so it went on, for months you were strong, until you weren't.
It was supposed to be dinner, celebratory. He had just closed a deal and he said it would break his heart and shatter his soul if his favourite employee didn't come out with him. For the sole purpose of entertainment, you accepted. Dinner turned into drinks, drinks turned into laughter and brazen confessions and then he offered to walk you home.
"Dangerous neighborhood, I'm just trying to look out for you" he said, flashing that million dollar smile, you'd never say no to.
Like the true gentleman he was, he walked you to your apartment. "You know, you really didn't have to"
"No, I wanted to. It's late, no way I'd let you walk alone, not in the Bronx" he says. You laugh.
"Whatever." You look up at him, realizing how close he is, his breath on your face, your heart speeding up in your chest, your breath becoming heavier as the space between you got smaller.
"You're so beautiful" he pushes a stray hair behind your ear. You open our mouth to speak, your voice is a hushed whisper.
"You're married"
"I don't care" he kisses you, you kiss him back. Hastily you open the door, both stumbling into your apartment.
"We shouldn't do this" your voice is a heated whisper, as you undo the buckle of his belt, he presses against you, your black dress pushed up your thighs, legs opened as you perched on entrance table inside of your apartment. His mouth on your neck, sucking and biting, just how you like it, "you're married"
"she'll be fine" he voices, his big hands tracing along your thighs, up your hips, under your dress, you cry out for him, our actions contradicting your words, until you just give in "please I need you" that was all you had to say.
That was how you ended up here, watching him tuck your two year old daughter into bed as she begged for him to stay over.
Please please be nice, as I said, I haven't written in years and this was my first in so long, it'll get better I swear lmaooo
Parts Of The Truth
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Chapter Two
Warnings: 18+ unprotected sex, mentions of sex, controlling behavior,cheating, foul language, jealous Anakin, slight degradation, slight daddy kink because I think he'd have one, a child, my terrible writing.
Your head tipped back, soft moans leaving your lips, as you rode him, one his hands gripping the back of your neck the other around your back, helping you bounce on top of him, trying to stay as quiet as possible so as to not wake Darcy in the other room. He grips on to you tightly angling his hips so he can fuck up into you, your head drops against his shouder, as he hits your sweet spot, you bite into your lip to hold back moan.
"that's it baby, that's my good girl" he coaxes, kissing you, biting your neck. "So tight baby" he nips at your neck, his hand pulling your hair, your moans hoarse and breathing shallow.
"da- Ani" you cried out, not able to form a word, your fucked out mind thinking of nothing but the sweet pleasure his cock was bringing you as it bullied your aching cunt. He grunts when you clench around him a deep moan leaving his lips. Your knees start to hurt and when you slow down he slaps your ass. "You used to have a lot more in you than this baby" he flips you over, pushing our head into the cushion, he stands proud behind you, giving your ass a good spank before burying himself into your welcoming heat, you squirm at his brutal pace, the flesh of your ass, slapping against his hips with each thrust. He pulls you back up to his chest, his fingers tangle in your hair. "Take it baby. Take it like the good whore you are" he bites your neck and you can't fight the filthy sound that leaves your lips. "No one does it like daddy hmm, no one" his thrusts get sloppy when he feels you clench around him, signaling you were close.
So how'd you end up here? Well it started like this. You had accepted a date, with Henry. He worked at the company maybe in IT, you weren't too sure, your main goal was catching a dick. Padme had visited Anakin's office a week earlier, spent an hour in there and then left with a smile on her face, his blinds were closed and you knew what that meant. Later that same week, Anakin left early after some woman called the office asking for him, you knew, he was screwing you enough to have a child behind his wife's back, why wouldn't he be screwing other women too. So when Henry asked you out, you excitedly accepted. He was handsome, tall, his brown hair luscious and a nice contrast to his green eyes. He was no Anakin but you sure hoped he fucked like him.
When the date was over, Henry drove back to your house, you scowled when you saw Anakin's black Mercedes already in the driveway. Reluctantly you apologized to Henry and made your way inside the house, once he drove off.
Anakin was sitting in the living room, Darcy's toys scattered on the foor, which meant he must've picked her up from her sleepover at your mom's house good luck explaining that one to her when she inevitably calls to stick her nose in your business. He was watching tv with his feet on the table like every thing was okay. You slammed your bag down on the entrance table, kicking off your heels. "Are you fucking kidding" you fight the urge to yell.
He smirks, standing up, taking in your figure, he steps close to you, his hand reaching out to fiddle with the hem of your black dress. "Who'd you dress up for?" He asks. You don't answer, he pulls you close to him, his hand firm on the back of your neck, the sudden force surprised you but this was how he usually was when you'd pissed him off, or in this case made him jealous. "You think I'd let you bring another man into the house I paid for, where my daughter sleeps" his kisses you roughly and funny enough you desperately reciprocate. That's how you ended up in this situation,split on his cock and begging for release. This was how your relationship was now. He'd changed immensely once he had you,once you had gotten pregnant and you decided to keep it. He did whatever whenever and if you attempted same he made sure you knew your place.
Once he climaxed, your body fell limp on the couch, he leaned down kissing your back. "So fucking beautiful" he lays near you pulling you onto his chest, kissing your head, whispering about how you were his world and how he only loved you, how only you could carry his children.
After what felt like seconds, he stood up again,throwing the ruined fabric that used to be your dress at you. "Cover up before Darcy sees you like this" he spits. He dresses himself and heads to your door, he stops turning back to you, "Remind me to fire Henry."
The next day you'd called in sick, choosing to not be there when Anakin fired Henry all because of you.
Sitting in the park, you watched Darcy play in the sandbox, your mom sat beside you very clearly prepared to pass judgement.
"what you're doing is stupid y/n. You really think that man's wife won't find out" she scolds you.
"Mom please, she won't find out. Anakin won't let that happen because-"
"Because what? He loves you? I raised you better than that" she chastises. "You have dug yourself a hole y/n you better hope you can climb out of it"
Sighing you look back at Darcy, and her new found friends playing on the swing set, Padme wouldn't find out, and my life wouldn't blow up you told yourself. She hadn't found out for three years how could she now? You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, deciding to ignore it, chalking up the ache in your stomach that your mom was right to simple paranoia.
A/N: always listen your mother.
Mornings Like These
Pair: Anakin Skywalker x Reader
Warning: nothing much, allusions to sex, fluff, this purely self indulgent.
You smiled sleepily as he peppered kisses all over your face. He nips your neck and you hum, turning over to face him, looking into his eyes, the way the sun shone through the window just enough made them look crystal.
"Good morning sleepy" he kissed your nose, your eyes squint as you smile, your hand reaches up to play in his messy hair. He pressed soft kisses up your arm.
"You're in a mood." Your voice hoarse with sleep. He pushes your hair from your face, smiling at you, his eyes enough to tell you how he felt in the moment, your hand moving from his hair to his face, tracing the scar near his eye.
"I missed you, I missed you all the time, when I was away" he whispers, kissing your lips. "You are so beautiful" he kissed you again and again, you giggle, like a school girl something only he could make you do.
"I love you" you whisper, "so so much." He smiles, looking down at you, as if you were an angel, with your messy hair and puffy cheeks, he loved you in every way. He shifts down settling his head on your stomach, kissing the fresh hickies he'd left on you the night before.
"I don't wanna be anywhere else" he whispers, you sigh in content, your hand finding it's way back into his hair, you close your eyes, enjoying the closeness of your bodies, the innocence of this type of intimacy bringing you peace.
The silence that envelopes the room is comforting and safe, the only sounds were the sweet chirping of the birds, streaks of warm sunlight piercing their way through the curtains.
It was days like these that you cherished the most.
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Disclaimer: Most of my content will contain smut, mature language, and others which may not be suitable for or may be uncomfortable for some however, you are responsible for the content you consume.
Anakin Skywalker/ Hayden Christensen
Series: Parts Of The Truth;
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
One Shots
Mornings Like These
Only You
Wicked Game
Desire
Requests:
Sam Monroe
Ghost face!Sam
Act I
Parts Of The Truth
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Chapter Three
Warnings: foul language, my bad writing, infidelity, kinda sad, angst.(I listened to the other woman while writing this)
You sat at your desk, looking into his office. The position of your desk offered a direct view into it. Chewing on your pen, your eyes locked on his form, he was in a meeting, standing as he spoke to a client; Gary or Gus something like that, you truly were assistant of the year. You watched as he spoke, the way his lips moved, the way he spoke with his hands, the way he stuck his tongue in his cheek, signaling he was annoyed. You watched and watched as you often did. Your mind wanders to what your mother had said, you wonder if she is right, maybe you were incredibly stupid, maybe you were naive but frankly, you didn't care.
It had been two weeks since he fired Henry, he filed it as some bullshit like poor work performance. Things were fine so far, Padme came in often; more often than she usually did, bringing him lunch and making him laugh,fixing his tie and kissing him before she left again. Things seemed good between them, though not good enough for him to stop coming over. He came over to your place three nights a week, always the same excuse "My kid needs me" liar, was he a bad father? No but he wasn't exactly good either, he came; made sure Darcy had what she needed, bribed her with toys and kisses so that she'd tell him if mommy ever had any friends over. You chew on your lip as you watched him, his eyes meet yours through the glass for a mere second before he goes back to half ignoring whatever proposal this Gary Gus guy was pitching. You wonder what he's thinking if his thought match your own-
"Y/n" Ahsoka's voice almost gives you a heart attack. You shake your head, freeing yourself of the thoughts that plagued you, looking at her.
"hm?"
She squints at you, she was practically your best friend; the first person to warm up to you when you'd started at the company and stuck by your side since. "You better hope no one else catches you making heart eyes at the boss" she teases, you scoff.
"I wasn't 'making heart eyes' I was...thinking and just zoned out on accident"
"Right. How's Darcy? I miss the little brat" she asks.
Your face lights up, you love your baby, the sweetest most magical little girl. "She's good, she's starting school soon. She's so excited, made me buy everything cause she can't wait, even though it's just pre-school" you chuckle thinking of how she had made you and your mom buy one of each box of crayons at the store in the mall.
Ahsoka shakes her head "she's better than me, I hated everyday of school, pre-school to highschool I cried nearly everyday."
You cringed. "College was even worse, best years of our lives my ass." Ahsoka opens her mouth to speak when she's interrupted by Padme's voice behind her.
"I didn't realize it was lunch and you could gather already." You fight back the urge to roll your eyes, Padme wasn't a bad person, she just annoyed you. Ahsoka sighs walking back to her desk, you smile at Padme, as politely as you could.
"How can I help Mrs. Skywalker?"
She smiles, "Sorry, is Anakin free?"
"Sorry he's-" you're cut off by Anakin's hand around Padme's waist, he kissed her on the side of the mouth. You turn away watching as Gary Gus makes his way to the elevator.
"Y/n, push my meetings for this afternoon to Monday." He orders you. You smile.
"Are you sure Mr. Skywalker? The Chandler meeting was supposed to be at 2 to discuss th-"
"I said push the meetings," he says harshly, his free hand forming a fist on top of your desk. You swallow the feeling of embarrassment and nod.
"Yes sir"
He eyes you for a second before leaving with Padme, ushering her out, his hand tracing down her spine, you roll your eyes as you watch them head out. You don't know why, but you felt the urge to cry, taking a deep breath you composed yourself fixing your focus back to work.
Soon enough the day was over and you couldn't be more grateful. You shrugged off your coat, kicking off your heels, Darcy was rambling about her day with her grandma. "That's good baby" you kiss her cheek, you scrunch your nose jokingly.
"You need to bath, you smell like a boy"
She giggles "thanks a lot mama." You chuckle, she looks up at you, with her big blue eyes that she inherited from her father, "Can you do bath time mama? Pleaseeee?" You smile at her.
"okay, but don't beg, you look like a puppy" you chuckle, she raises her arms celebrating, you scoop her into your arms, taking her to the bathroom. Bath time was something Darcy loved every Friday, where you'd fill the tub with bubbles, put on the coloured lights and wash her while she played with a toy. You'd thought she would have outgrown it but so far, she hasn't. You figured it was comforting for her, in the same way she liked to sleep in your bed and crawl under your shirt, you allowed it because you didn't plan to have another child and Darcy was only so small for so long.
After bath time, you made her a nice dinner, she'd asked for Mac and cheese and of course you gave in. You stood in the door way of her bedroom watching as she snuggled up with her teddy, she was quick to fall asleep; a thing you were grateful she did from the time she was born. She had always been a good baby, quiet and cute; you wouldn't call yourself a religious person, but she was for sure your blessing.
Finally able to unwind you laid on the couch, prepared to finish a bottle of wine, stuff your face and watch every episode of 'Shameless' but that plan was interrupted, when a knock hit your door in an all too familiar pattern. You roll your eyes as you open the door.
"What are you doing here?" You ask in a hostile tone as Anakin pushes past you and into the house.
"It's my house, I can stop by when I want" he stands in the living room, eyes scanning for the smallest hint that another man had been around of course he'd find none.
You scoff, "Right. How come Padme let you out" you settle on the couch again, he joins you, his hand on your thigh.
"She's asleep. We have fun" he smiles, you swallow the lump in your throat. His hand comes up to run over your hair, pulling you close. You let him, enjoying the moment while it lasted.
"We fought" he says. "She's uh...she's just in one of those moods, angry about nothing, I don't know. She's just...she just needs to cool down" he sounds sad, he didn't really speak about his marriage when he was with you and Darcy, this was the first time and he seemed genuinely upset. He sighs tiredly, settling comfortably into the couch, he holds you in his arm, his eyes close.
"I love you Padme" he says. Your eyes close, you feel the single tear drop roll down your cheek, unable to stop it.
Parts Of The Truth
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Chapter Four
Warnings:18+ smut, p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), infidelity, foul language, once again a bit sad cause I feel like it, reader is a mother so a child is mentioned(I love children, sorry not), also I wrote this in the middle of my Politics class so maybe some spelling errors.
"I love you Padme"
The words haunted your dreams, as you slept. You rolled over coming into contact with his hard chest. Your eyes opened adjusting to the darkness of the room, he had slept over and he had carried you from the couch to bedroom. You remained still for a moment; listening to his breathing, soft snores escaping his lips as he chest rose and fell. You bit to your lip in thought; your mother's words ring through your ears again 'what you're doing is really stupid' she's right, he very obviously doesn't love you, at least not as much as he loves his wife. Your heart hurts, it feels like it'll burst from your chest. Unable to stay beside him in the moment, you get up, heading to the kitchen.
You were sat on the counter, sipping a glass of wine. Your mind running wild; he doesn't love you, maybe he doesn't even love Darcy, he's using us, Padme may find out, oh god what if you lost your job, how would you take care of yourself, take care of Darcy, he did everything- your thoughts are interrupted by his sleepy voice calling out to you as he now stood in the kitchen.
"Baby why are you up? What's wrong?" He stretches, coming towards you, he stands between your legs.
"what's the matter" he kisses your forehead gently.
You tried to push past him but he cages you in, hands on each side of you.
"what's going on? You know you can tell me" he leans down to kiss you and as usual, you kiss back.
You don't say anything, just deepening the kiss, his hands stretch under your thighs as your legs wrap around him, carrying you back into the bedroom. He carefully places you on the bed, slipping your night gown off your shoulders. His hands exploring every inch of your body as though it were the first time.
"You're so beautiful" he kisses down your neck, you can feel his hardening length rubbing against your clothed sex and like a dog in heat your hand reaches down, over his toned chest, down his abs and into his sweats to stroke him.
He groans, a soft moans falling from his lips when he buries himself inside you. You gasp at the delicious stretch, preparing yourself for his harsh thrusts, you close your eyes but they never came.
You open your eyes and he's above you, still buried deep inside your hot cunt but he's stilled. Looking down at you he brushes some stray hair from your face, adjusting himself so his cock presses that sweet spot inside you, your hands wrap around him, nails leaving soft scratches as they dig into his back. His eyes are piercing like they see into your soul, like they're reading your thoughts. The position is so intimate, so raw, like he's trying to steal your soul and join it with his own, he drops himself slowly onto you, and then began to move, slowly, your leg wraps around him, pushing him deeper into you. His kisses down your jaw to your neck, soft nips on your breasts are like a drug you can't help but delight in. Small whimpers turn into moans as his thrusts get faster and his kisses sloppier almost needed. His squeezes your face in his hand, his hips snapping against you as he hammers your needy cunt. "I love you so fucking much" he whispers, kissing you roughly, a string of saliva on the side of your mouth once he pulls away to bite your neck, the hand on your face, wraps around to your throat, his brutal thrusts slowing, he groans when you clench around him, he's about to pick up the pace again when you stop him.
"wait just rub it" you whisper. He does as you ask, rubbing the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, occasionally teasing past your folds. Your eyes flutter closed, mind clear of all thoughts just him. In this moment he was yours, not Padme's, in this moment he wanted you and somehow that was enough. He pushes in to you again, laying his weight on top of you at your request as you coach his movements, nearing both your highs.
"Fuck" he mutters, his cock twitches and he spills himself inside of you, you gasp, warmness spreading throughout your body.
He lays on top of you, still tucked perfectly inside you as you catch your breath. He kisses your neck, burying his face in the space between our head and shoulder.
"I'm sorry" he says, his voice soft and almost whiney, foreign for him really. He raises his head, looking at you, his hand smoothing over your hair. "I love you"
You tilt your head to look at him, a small smile on your lips, your hand comes up to his hair, he kisses your arm. You hadn't even realized that the sun was up, streaks of light finding their way though your curtains, his messed up hair or as you called it; his sex hair almost golden in the sunlight.
"I know."
By the time Darcy had woken up, he was gone. Leaving some stuffed bunny he'd bought for her on the kitchen counter. The weekend was short, simple. You spent as much time with Darcy as possible, choosing to not think about he absolute shit show that was your life.
That Sunday night Darcy laid in your bed, crawling under your shirt, more one of Anakin's old shirts, her small hand tracing a circle repeatedly over your chest. "Mama?" Her voice is soft and curious, you tilt your head to look down at her.
"How come daddy doesn't live with us? Grandma said daddies always live with babies and mommies" she says, she was too smart for a three year old and you couldn't do anything but laugh. You think of what you could possibly say.
"Daddy has to work very hard so that he can buy all the teddies in all the world for you" you say, she hums and then looks up at you, both your heads fitting neatly in the neck of the stretched out t-shirt.
"But-" you cut her off.
"Darcy you don't need to worry about that okay. Daddy and mommy love you very much and your grandma shouldn't be talking to you about that in the first place" she pouts, her dirty blonde curls, wild on her head, her blue eyes big and soft, gosh she looked so much like her father, like you had nothing to do with birthing her at all. "You can't guilt me you little stinker" you whisper, her forehead resting against yours, her soft laugh filling your ears, you kiss her cheek, hugging her close, she settles her head on your chest gain, quick to fall asleep.
Monday morning, you'd called in sick. Darcy was ill; fever and a cold, how she had gotten it overnight was a mystery to you. You figured it was best to stay home with her rather than drop her at your mom's and risk something worsening, Anakin had called a few times to speak with her, promising to drop by later.
You were laid on the couch, Darcy on your chest as you watched paw patrol, she was completely obsessed with it and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy an episode or two.
Your doorbell rings and you damn near die when you answer it and your eyes register the face looking back at you.
"Padme" your voice breaks, your palms immediately beginning to sweat.
Could use some feedback. What do you guys think so far and what direction would you like to see this heading?
Parts Of The Truth
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Chapter Five
Warnings: discussion of fertility issues, maybe some spelling errors, a child, foul language.
Five chapters already? Insane, I love writing so much and idk but my motivation has returned after so long. PREPARE TO BE SICK OF ME.
"Padme" you stare at her with an awkward, anxious smile on your face. You're so fucked you think.
She smiles at you, no hint of hostility or faux politeness, a genuine smile, but her eyes seem sad. "Uh, I'm sorry to just pop in like this but I got your address from Ahsoka. Do you mind if I come in." You hesitate for a moment but you let her in.
She steps into the house, following your lead as you walk back to the living room, where Darcy was laying on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, still in her pjs.
"Sorry for the mess, this is what the house looks like when you spend an entire weekend with a three year old."
Padme chuckles, "It's okay, no judgement here. Hi sweetie" she waves at Darcy, you pray she doesn't see any resemblance. Darcy waves at her.
"Are you my mama's friend?" Darcy sits up immediately curious. You scoop her into your arms, kissing her head before placing her on the floor.
"How about you save the questions and go take a bath, let mama and her...friend talk okay?" Darcy pouts. "But-"
"Now" it comes out more firm than intended but it worked, she ran up the stairs to her bedroom.
Padme sits on the couch as you try to put away all of Darcy's scattered toys. "Sorry to just drop in. I just...I didn't know who else to go to, I figured since you work in the office you're the best person to come to about this sort of thing" she sighs. Your brows furrow.
"What is it?" You ask curiously.
She hesitates, kissing her teeth. "I think that my husband is cheating on me."
You're at a loss, opening your mouth but no words form, you sit next to her. "...Wow uhm, why...why would you think that" you try to sound as clueless and convincing as possible.
"I'm sorry to just dump on you. i just figured that if...is he seeing anyone in the office. Is anything weird happening that i should know of" she asks, it sounds like she's scared to hear the answer. you swallow the lump in your throat, pushing down your guilt, your body suddenly hot like you were about to combust.
"I'm sorry Padme, there's nothing I can think of." You sigh, going to the kitchen to get water, she follows behind you sitting on the stool at the counter. "He loves you very much, I don't think he would do that" you lie straight through your teeth, offering her a glass of water which she politely accepts.
"I know he does, it's just- Okay, about three years ago, we found out that i can't get pregnant, and we both really wanted a baby. So he put thousands of dollars into fertility treatments and different doctors and medications but every time we tried...none held up" She opens up to you. You feel sick to your stomach, guilt consuming you.
"Padme, I'm so sorry"
She looks at you, her eyes glossed over with tears. "He was patient and kind about it you know. He said that we'd keep trying and if it didn't work then we could adopt but then suddenly, he says that he's 'over it' that he was happy and that he didn't care anymore. I've been trying to push him to adopt but he's fighting me on it something about how he doesn't raise someone else's baby and it'd be better just us."
Your eyes gloss over listening to her, you knew why he stopped; because of Darcy, because you gave him what Padme couldn't, your stomach twists into knots.
Padme continues, "I figured that, maybe it was nothing but then he started coming home later, sometimes he wouldn't come home at all and he'd say that it was a late night at the office or that he was running over proposals so I let it slide you know. But I just can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something" she places her hand over your own. "Please, if you know something, just tell me"
You bit down on your lip, contemplating. What kind of a person were you? Sleeping with a married man, having his baby when his wife was struggling to do so. You defended your actions in your mind; to be fair; you didn't know. "I don't know anything that can help Padme, I'm sorry."
She sighs, "it's fine" she runs a hand over her face. "It's just nice to talk about it finally to someone, i felt like it would drive me crazy just holding it in"
You nod, completely understanding that feeling.
"I hope we can be friends." she smiles, you return the smile, nodding. Darcy runs down the stairs, in a fresh onesie, her hair brush and teddy in her arms, she climbed up on the stool handing you the brush to comb her hair. Padme smiles at her. "That's a cute bunny"
Darcy nods. "Yeah, his name is whiskers, my daddy gave him to me, my daddy always buys me stuffies." Padme smiles.
"Yeah? Your daddy sounds pretty cool"
"Mhm, he works a lot but my mama says it's so he could buy me all the teddies in the whole big world." She holds the bunny out to Padme.
Padme takes the bunny, playing with her, you feel nervous like Darcy may something and explode your life, you finish braiding her hair and she runs into the living room, back to watching Paw Patrol. Padme watches her tiny form, smiling. "She's bold"
You chuckle, "A handful too." You smile, talking about your baby, for a moment the guilt fades only to return again.
"Are you and her dad...together?" She asks. "Sorry i don't mean to pry"
"it's fine and no well, it's complicated" You take a deep breath. Padme chuckles.
"Ugh men, so annoying."
You laugh, "You can say that again. Hey, are you in the mood for wine?" You know it's an absolutely horrible idea to befriend the wife but you aren't exactly the best at decision making. Clearly.
"Day drinking? I love your style." Padme raises her brows.
You spent the afternoon, finishing a bottle of wine with Padme, while Darcy melted her brain with cartoons. You talked and laughed, trading stories and giving advice which you of all people shouldn't be doing. You had almost forgotten that you were responsible for ripping this woman's dream away from her, forgetting that this new friendship will inevitably take a horrible turn.