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Recover After Me

Ethan Landry x fem!reader

Summary: Ethan breaks up with his girlfriend to protect her from ghostface and his family’s plan of revenge, but it ends up hurting her more than he thought.

Warnings: Drinking, Breakup, Fights, Angst, Not proof read (That’s all I can think of)

Word Count: 2.4k

5 months. It had been 5 months since he broke up with you. 5 months with no sleep, 5 months feeling...nothing. To say you missed him was an understatement, you needed him back. You could feel the tightness in your throat as your mind drifted to your boyfriend...ex-boyfriend once again. You didn’t understand how your sweet dorky boy could be so cruel. 

Trying to forget him you had found yourself at a party. A frat party. If Ethan saw what kind of person you are now he would be so disappointed. But screw him. He was the one who hurt you, not the other way around. 

His reasoning was stupid too. You were sure it was just an excuse to get away from you. Ethan said he was starting to lose feeling and it just wasn’t working out for either of you, but that was a lie. You were so happy with him, so happy. It felt like you were flying when he was with you. Everything was perfect on your end. So why did he so abruptly lose “feelings.” 

It hurts when you need someone so much your heart clenches. But the sad truth is that Ethan didn’t need you, not anymore anyways.

Downing another shot of alcohol you stumbled onto the dance floor. 

Gosh, you were wasted. 

Little did you know Ethan did see you. He came to the party with Chad, Mindy, and her girlfriend. 

He watched as you downed another shot glass. He saw how you danced on the dance floor. You were so drunk, but you were still so beautiful. 

The short black dress you were wearing accentuated your body and the minimal makeup you had on only reflected your natural beauty. 

He was mesmerized.

Ethan was so lost in thought he drowned out the sound of Chad’s voice. The other boy who was pissed by being ignored snapped his fingers in Ethan’s face. 

“Earth to Ethan?” “Hello there is anyone home?” Chad questioned again as he lightly knocked his knuckles on Ethan’s head. 

Ethan came out of his daze after all of Chad’s attempts. 

“Yeah?” He asked, “What’s up with you?”

Chad rolled his eyes, “What’s up with me? Man, what’s up with you?” You’ve been drooling over Y/n for like 10 minutes straight.”

Ethan turned to Chad and crossed his arms, “I have not!” He defended with a huff.

“Umm yeah man, you have,” Chad states. 

“He’s right, you have been,” Mindy adds.

“Thanks a lot, Mindy,” Ethan says in annoyance. 

But Ethan can’t help staring at you. Not when you are were his girl, and you were right there. Ten feet in front of him was his Y/n/n. Gosh did he mess up. When he forced himself to tear his eyes away from you to look to Chad and try to understand something he was going on about, he miss the brightness of your sweet smile. Ethan turned back to look into those beautiful e/c eyes, but to his dismay, you were gone. 

Ethan looked to every corner of the room but he couldn’t spot you. So he turned back to Chad and Mindy.

He didn’t know how much longer he stayed at that party but he was starting to get tired. Ethan felt his eyes getting heavier and his body getting more sleepy. He was about to pass out on the couch, but in an instant he was up again, dashing to the exit.

You had texted him. For the first time in 5 months, you had texted him. Ethan would kill someone to get to you at this moment. He rushed out the front door and into his car in a hurry to get to you. 

Swaying against some stranger at a different party, you had pushed him off when he started to get too handsy. Making your way to the drinks, you downed another cup of beer. You had pulled out your phone and scrolled through a few contacts before drunkenly choosing a random one. 

hye can yoq pick me op i heear

You texted the person. 

At this moment Ethan was so grateful that you forgot to turn off your location as he drove to pick up his incredibly drunk ex-girlfriend. 

When he got to the house where the party was held he quickly exited his car and locked it before making his way into the swarm of bodies.

He was fighting through the crowd when he recognized Marcus, a guy from his econ class calling for him. Ethan turned to him, in hopes Marcus would know where you are. 

“What’s up, Landry? You look like you’re in a hurry.” Marcus said.

“Hey Marc, I am. I’m actually looking for Y/n, she texted me to pick her up. Do you uh, know where she is?” Ethan asked, sounding a little too giddy for Marcus’ liking. 

“Yeah, I saw her right over- oh, she’s not there anymore, but she was right there dancing with Hayden.” 

Ethan glanced in the direction where Marcus was pointing but like Marcus said you weren’t there anymore. 

“Hey Ethan, have you heard about all that crazy stuff about a killer on the loose, you know, the one who wears that ghostface costume?” Marcus inquired.

Ethan spun around back to Marcus in an instant. 

“What did you say Marc?” He asked, eyes darkening slightly. 

Did Marcus know something about him and his family’s plan to get revenge on the Carpenter sisters? 

“Chill out dude, I was just asking, cause you know, your girl just disappeared,” Marcus said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Ethan clenched his jaw before turning back to the mass of bodies to find you.

“Oh come on man, don’t get all worked up. Come and have a drink. I know Jacob is looking for a beer pong partner, you should play and loosen up a bit.”

“Not interested,” Ethan grumbled before resuming his search for you. 

By now Ethan had been looking for you for twenty minutes. Despite all his efforts, he couldn’t find you. He had even texted you, but no, that was to no avail. That was until he heard chanting coming from the backyard.

Ethan quickly followed the sound and soon saw the girl he had been looking for. But when he saw what was happening his jaw clenched so hard he thought it would break. 

There you were, racing against another person that Ethan didn’t know to finish your three shots of alcohol. Your hair was held back by another guy. Hayden Sommers. Ethan was so protective of you, and you knew it. When another guy approached you who had that certain glint in their eye Ethan instantly would know and that kind, sweet, dorky boy would vanish, replaced but a boy who would start fights over you and glare at anyone who would approach you. That’s the Ethan that took over right now. 

Hayden was holding your hair as you finished your last shot. His hands trailed down your body as you laughed victoriously.

You turned him and drunkenly planted a kiss on his lips. Hayden smirked at you before reciprocating the kiss as he pulled your hips closer to him.

This was the final straw for Ethan. Even though you were broken up he had never seen another guy kiss you before. And this made him go feral. Ethan snapped as he tackled Hayden to the ground and punched him repeatedly.

Hayden tried to fight back but Ethan was stronger. 

“Don’t you ever lay your hands on her again!” Ethan yelled at the boy.

“Get off of me!” Hayden yelled back. “I didn’t do anything to her I swear!” He said as Ethan’s fist collided with his face.

The sound of a quiet sob halted Ethan’s movements. He turned over to look at you, but you were standing there with a lost look and a stray tear dripping down your cheek. 

“Stop it Eth, please stop,” You sobbed as you pulled at his hand. 

Ethan melted at your words. He got off Hayden and stood up to wipe the tear from your face. 

“What’s wrong sweet girl?” He asked kindly, demeanor opposite from the one he had just shown. 

“Don’t want you to hurt him,” You hiccuped.

“Baby, he didn’t have good intentions, you’re drunk, he was gonna take advantage of that,” He spoke softly as he smoothed your messy hair.

“Don’t call me that!” You said as you swatted his hand away from you.

“Okay, okay” Ethan said, hands up in surrender. “how ‘bout I drive you home and you go to bed nice and safe? Doesn’t that sound nice?” Ethan asked.

“Later, I wanna go find Lizzy and Tara,” You told him as you swayed back into the house. 

“Y/n wait!” Ethan called, but you were already inside. 

It took Ethan another ten minutes to sort through the bodies of college students and find you. This time you were laughing with Tara and your other friend Lizzy.

“I don’t know what to do,” you told your friends, “I don’t want to love him anymore but I miss him. He was so mean when he broke up with me, but I miss everything about him.” You vented to the girls

“Y/n honey,” Lizzy tried, spotting Ethan at the other side of the room. 

You ignored her as you continued, “Like I miss the way he would take care of me, and his nicknames for me, and his bright brown eyes, and his arms, and his hands. He is so good with his hands,” You leaned back and rolled your eyes back at the memory. 

Tara laughed as she shook her head, “Y/n stoppp that’s too much information!”

“What it’s true?” you shrugged your shoulders and continued again, “He made me feel so good. Everyone thinks he’s all shy and quiet, but he is defiantly isn’t in bed.” You fake moaned. As your friends covered their ears jokingly and giggled with you. 

“Y/n you’re so drunk, you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning.” Lizzy giggled again.

As your mouth was suddenly covered by a hand, Tara’s hand as you looked behind you where her focus was captured. Tara’s hand fell from your mouth. 

“Oh hi, Eth!” You squealed happily, we were just talking about you,” you stumbled as you tried to stand up. Ethan’s hands came around your waist to study you as you tried to regain your footing. 

“Oh, I heard,” He said making the girls widen their eyes and look towards you.

“Really?” You questioned, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“I did,” He confirmed. 

Your friend’s faces went pale as you continued to laugh.

Ethan shook his head with a smile on his face, “You are quite the character Y/n.”

“Is that good or bad?” You asked him with sweet innocence on your features.

“Mmm, what do you want it to be?” He asked you, smile still adorning his lips.

“Good!” you exclaimed. 

“Okay, well in that case it means something good,” 

“Yay!” you laughed again.

Ethan found your drunken state adorable, you looked like a lost puppy and smiled like an angel. He missed you so much, it physically hurt.

“Well, as much fun as this has been it’s almost 1:30 am and I need to get you home,” Ethan said to you in a kind voice.

“Why?’ You asked him.

“Because you texted me to come get you Y/n?” 

“I did?” You questioned.

“Yes, you did, so come on as much as I love this adorable state you’re in, you are going to have the worst hangover of your life tomorrow morning, so we better get going.” Ethan said.

Another hiccup came from you, “Okay, bye Lizzy and Tara!” You called.

“Y/n are you sure you’re gonna be okay leaving with him?” Tara asked, worried.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine!” You called before turning to Ethan, and folding your hand into his. 

After making your way to his car where he drove you to your apartment he helped you out of the car and into your room. He closed his eyes as he reach for your pajamas before helping you into them. 

Ethan had help you put on your pajamas, but without the use of his eyes they ended up being backwards, which of course you didn’t care about.

You pulled at his sleve once you were in bed. “Come Eth,” You drowsily mumbled. 

“I can’t Y/n/n,” He whispered sweetly.

“Why not?” You asked as you traced his arm with your fingertips.

“I-I’m not your boyfriend anymore,” Ethan said, voice shaky.

“Why aren’t you my boyfriend anymore?” You asked him after a moment of silence. 

Ethan debated telling you the truth, but soon realized with the amount of alcohol you had, you wouldn’t remember anything in the morning.

“I messed up bab-...Y/n. I was trying to protect you from me and my family, from what we have done, what we are going to do, but instead of protecting you I hurt you.” His voice cracked as he told you the truth. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry for hurting you.” Ethan apologized as a single tear fell down his face.

You reached your finger to brush off the tear as you wrapped your arms around his waist, “It’s okay Ethan, I forgive you.” You whispered, “Don’t worry it’s going to be okay.” You cooed. 

Ethan enveloped you in his arms, “I miss you so much,” 

You rubbed your thumb over his cheek, “I miss you too.” 

Ethan watched as you soon drifted off to sleep. He watched you snuggle into your blankets. Ethan sighed as he poured a glass of water for you and took out an Advil for the pain. He left both at your bedside table.

He brushed your hair out of your face, before pressing a light kiss on your forehead. 

Making his way to your door he glanced over your small form one last time.

“I love you,” He whispered, before closing the door and making his way out of your apartment.

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.