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Tysm! I've been meaning to finish it but im so busy with school and i have exams soon. Turns out law school is more than just pretending to be Harvey Specter😭.

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Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter nine

Warnings: foul language, infidelity, mature discussions.

You laid in bed, mulling over your discussion with Padme and Ahsoka earlier. The silence of the empty house encouraging your torturous thoughts, Darcy was at your mother's and your sister was shacking up with her sponsor no surprise there but at least she's staying clean.

The sound of the front door opening brings you back to reality, it's Anakin. You sigh, you weren't ready to discuss any of this with him yet, you had honestly planned to hold off as long as possible in hopes your problems may well just evaporate.

You listen, soft footsteps treading closer up the stairs, makes you roll over closing your eyes. You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel the bed dip. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

"I know you're awake, you liar."

You smile rolling over, to look up at him. "What are doing here? You should be with your wife."

"I'd rather be here," he kisses your lips and you can smell the liquor on his lips. You grab his face.

"Have you been drinking?"

He sighs, "I'm a grown man I'm allowed a drink"

You look at him, his face highlighted in the darkness by the shining moon. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, I promise." He kisses your neck, hand fumbling with the buttons on your night shirt he plants kisses on your breasts, shifting down to rest his head on your stomach, one hand squeezing your boob, like a toddler.

Your hand plays in his hair, he sighs in content when your fingers massage his scalp, you feel the tension in the air, you can't hold it in anymore.

"I'm pregnant," you blurt out.

"I'm leaving Padme" he says quickly.

"What?" You both speak in unison.

"You're leaving her?"

"That marriage was over a long time ago, you're pregnant? Are you sure? Oh baby this is amazing" he smiles, hovering over you.

"What no it's not. It's not amazing, I don't want another baby, we can't have another baby and you can't leave your wife are you crazy."

"Why not? I wanna be with you not her. I wanna raise Darcy with you, watch her have her first day of school and then have matching hearts attacks when she brings her first boyfriend home, I wanna wake up to your face every morning-"

"stop"

"I wanna grow old and watch the sunset with you, I wanna kiss you every night before bed, so you know how much I love you. I wanna look at you when you read your books and watch you make that cute little confused face, I wanna feel my heart speed up a bit and my breath hitch every time I hear your laugh. That's what I want for the rest of my life. And that scent, god that scent," his head dips to your neck inhaling like it's the last thing he'll ever do, "I wanna smell that scent until I'm sick of it, so sweet and pure. You consume me."

"Anakin-"

"No listen, You are the woman that has given a child, you've given me hope and happiness, that I haven't felt in years. I love you, purely and truthfully, you are my every thought, and I don't want to be married anymore unless it's to you. I want you and I want Darcy, and I want this baby," his hand caresses your stomach. "I want the family- the family that you've given me, the family that I've dreamed about."

You're quiet for a moment, your hands caress his face, "You can't leave your wife. You love your wife, you had to love her that's why you married her"

"It was a mistake"

"Anakin, you don't love me, you think you do but you don't, you'll leave Padme and then in a few years you'll be bored of me, I'll have had two kids, so I'll get fat and I'll be tired all the time and I won't wash my hair. I won't have time to read and I'll be nagging at you to put your socks in the washer and then you'll regret it. You'll wish you'd stayed with her because- because you'll realize that this isn't the life you want and you'll hate me. I don't want you to hate me." You didn't even realize you were crying.

"I could never hate you, I could never" he kisses your tear stained cheeks.

"You're so beautiful, you're strong willed and you're intelligent and ambitious, you're an amazing mother. I didn't want it to get so far, between you and I there was supposed to be no Darcy no attachments, just sex but-" he swallows. "You make it so hard to not love you." He lowers his face to yours, still hovering over you. Your lip brushing slightly. "You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires, you are my heart outside my body and I cannot stop myself..." His worlds trail off and he kisses you, deep and passionate, like a man starved. He rests his forehead against yours.

"Please, offer me the opportunity to tell my wife, give me the chance to take care of you and our daughter, our baby" his hand rests on your stomach. "I am only a man begging a woman to let him love her, please don't deny me" he kisses your jaw.

You are at a loss, unable to respond to him. You loved him deeply, truly you did but this was confusing; he was confusing. You close your eyes preparing to make the hard decision.

"I can't be with you Anakin." Your voice is soft, your eyes shut when his tear falls onto your cheek. "I'm sorry"

He rolls off you, onto his back, pulling you close so your head rests on his chest. "What will we do?" He asks.

"I don't know"

You sat in the waiting room fiddling with your fingers, leg nervously tapping against the tiled, your head shoots up when your name is called.

You stared nervously at the doctor, she offers you a kind smile, "is this your first time?" You nod.

"Okay, don't worry. You feel anything, and it'll be over in no time" she assures you. You take a deep breath.

It had been a couple weeks since you'd ended things with Anakin, he still came by to see Darcy, and you kept things civil. He'd told you that he was still gonna go ahead with the divorce which you'd tried to steer him against but to no avail. Things felt calmer now, you'd terminated the pregnancy, you still had your job, you were no longer stabbing your friend in the back except for the whole ass child you had with her husband but compared to your usual, things were finally going your way.

Until they weren't.

You were looking over files with one of Anakin's clients who had asked for your assistance when the quick and furious tapping of heels broke your focus, you looked up to see Padme approaching you, absolutely fuming.

"Padm-" she slaps you across the face, embarrassing you in front of an entire flat of employees.

"Don't Padme me you whore. You're not my friend you can call me Mrs. Skywalker" her words stun you but you understood her anger. He'd told her. "Hurts doesn't it? 'Mrs' something you had no chance of being"

"Padme let's not do this here"

"Oh no please let's."

You try to push her out into the street so you can speak somewhere where people weren't batting their ears in your business but she wouldn't let you.

"How could you do this, after everything. After what I told you" she breaks down, falling against you, you sit her down on the couch in the lobby, and she tries to calm herself.

"I'm so sorry Padme"

"Oh God that scent, the- the roses and the ocean God how did I not smell that before, I'm so stupid"

"Padme-"

"Shut up, he told me. He told me everything and I yelled and I cried and I screamed and I promised myself that I wouldn't do that here. That I'd be civil because- because I'm not the type to blame the woman but now I wanna her it from you. I wanna hear it all" she nods looking at you.

You take a deep breath hoping it'll help your lungs from caving in. "Okay"

Ghostface! Sam

Masterlist

ACT 1

Characters are high school seniors, so 18.

Warnings: foul language, murder, blood, sam's super obvious, use of y/n, maybe some spelling errors.

You sat on the table out in the school yard, looking on as some reporters and police officers conducted brief interviews with anyone who'd entertain them. Sam sat on the bench, leaning back between your legs.

Jake shakes his head, "can you believe it? Our town's got its own serial killer."

You scoff, "the guy's hardly serial it was two people and he didn't even have the balls to do it bare faced, I mean a mask? Fucking pussy."

"Yeah but there could be more, I mean he killed people we knew, one of us could be next," Sam shrugged, looking up at you.

"Don't be an ass." You smack the back of his head and he laughs.

"Who do you guys think did it?" Jake asks looking around the group.

"My bet's on Jared, Stacy's ex. He never got over her." Amanda shrugs.

You shake your head, "no way, look at him. He's a mess," you nod towards Jared who was speaking tearfully with a reporter. "Besides he loved her, why would he kill her, though that would be pretty good motive 'if I can't have you, no one can' but my guess is it's whoever she'd stolen Randy from or some one of the other thousand people in this school she pissed off."

Jake laughs, "oh man, I forgot you're into this shit. Your girl's a freak Sammy" he nudges Sam, you roll your eyes.

Sam shakes his head, a hand running up your calf, "we should get to class, see you guys later...or not." He smiles, getting up and draping his arm over your shoulders, leading you away.

That afternoon, Sam dropped you at your house after school, promising to spend the night cause he didn't want you to get hurt, you know with a masked freak running around killing people and all.

You sigh, dropping your backpack on the floor, your parents were out of the country, as usual, God bless diplomats. You shrugged off your jacket and stripped down to just to your tan top and underwear because the place was so darn hot, settling on the couch, preparing to watch however many episodes of Criminal Minds your brain could handle.

You're invested in an episode about someone making real people into dolls when your phone rings, startling you. Assuming it was your boyfriend you picked up. "Hey"

"Hello Y/n" the voice on the other end sounded raspy and distorted, like the one the news reporters had described.

You assumed it was Sam pulling your leg, "Haha very funny Sam."

"This isn't Sam, you stupid bitch!"

You're taken aback by the sudden outburst, silence on your end.

"Oh what's the matter sweetheart? You scared of a 'pussy in a mask'?" The killer mimicked your earlier words.

You swallow, "What the hell do you want?"

"I wanna play a game."

"yeah? What game is that?" You ask warily.

"We're gonna play some horror trivia, I know you love scary movies. Here are the rules, I ask three questions, you get them right and I won't carve up your sweet little boyfriend, that sound good?"

"Fuck you, if you hurt him-"

"You'll what? Kill me" the voice laughs, you feel nervous tears roll down your cheeks.

"First question, you have five seconds. What was the name of the killer in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Five-"

"Leatherface" you cut him off.

"Very good Yn."

You feel relief wash over you.

"Second question, Which movie did the kid die in the sewer? Five four-"

"IT"

"Very nice- I love those panties by the way, black's your colour"

Fear fills you, looking around hastily you click the alarm system on your phone, locking the doors and windows. "What?" Your voice trembles.

"Final question and I want you to think very carefully about this one y/n..."

You try to steady your breathing.

"Did you just lock me in or out?"

You panic running to the kitchen to grab a knife, the alarm system disarms and a sob escapes you, as you turn it on again, only for it to be turned off again, you back yourself into the wall, too shocked and panicked to even think of hiding. You watch as the front door knob jiggled, quiet sobs escaping you, holding the knife firmly.

You're about to charge blindly when the door opens, dropping the knife when you realize it's just Sam.

He looks both confused and alarmed when he sees your condition,"baby are you okay?"

You hold onto him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. He rubs your back holding you close, he kisses your head, "it's okay, it's okay I got you. It's alright"

You sat on the couch watching him barricade the doors and make sure the windows were secure. "I'll be fine."

"You're not fine, you were scared and crying and that son of bitch threatened you." He sat next to you on the couch, your hand finds its way into his dyed hair.

"I just- thank you" you smile, he kisses your lips.

You're silent for a moment staring at the tv, when a thought crosses your mind. "You know, he said- he said, 'are you scared of a pussy in a mask' how would he know I said that?...Unless he was there" you mused. Sam looks unphased.

"Don't over think it you'll go insane," His hand travels up our thigh, planting a kiss on your lips and down your neck.

"maybe, he's one of our friends."

He laughs, "You think the killer is one of our friends? No way, Jake throws up in bio when we have to dissect a frog,Riley's a moron and Amanda well, she's not very bright."

He's on top of you now, positioned between your legs. You smile, "and you?" You meant to tease.

He smirked, "Oh baby, I'm interested in rearranging your guts in only one way."

You laughed, pushing his face away from you, "You're such an idiot, who says that."

His smiles, dipping his head down to kiss your neck, his hand creeping into your panties.

The next morning at school, when you and Sam arrive the reporters are there again, you squint, the bright sun in your eyes.

"Why are they here again?" You ask. Amanda pulls you into a hug.

"Babe, I'm so happy you're alive, good thing Sam got there or that could've been you."

You and Sam look at each other, "What could've been me?"

Riley puts his arm over Amanda's shoulder, "Principal Reed, he got attacked last night. He died on the way to the hospital, his daughter found him too late."

"What the fuck, and they're sure it's the same guy?" You grimace.

"They're pretty sure, small town three murders already. It's likely," Amanda interjects.

You take a deep breath, "Son of a bitch. I actually liked Principal Reed, he was a nice man."

Sam smiled, looking at you. "At least we know you're not the killer."

You roll your eyes, "yeah yeah I'm going to class."

Amanda shoves a flyer in your hand before you could walk away, "Halloween party Friday night at my place-you know memorial for the dead or what not, you better come."

You chuckle, of course she'd use any opportunity to party. "There's a killer on the loose, running around in a mask, just carving people up and you think it's a good idea to gather as many people as possible in one place and get them all drunk?"

She begs, "come on, it'll be fun, and gathering is safer than you sitting at home basically waiting for this psycho to come gut you...for real this time."

Sam takes the flyer studying it, "Party sounds good."

About to write about this! Stay tuned

sam monroe is so ghostface to me. like idk how to explain it he just is.

Desire

Pair: Anakin Skywalker x Stripper!reader

Warnings: mature references, allusions to sex and sexual situations.

He knew he shouldn't be here, a strip club tucked away in the lowly part of Coruscant was no place for a Jedi and yet here he was. His eyes scanned the stage; an array of dancing girls but he's in search of you.

His breath hitches when he finds you, entertaining a table of men, his eyes scan the entirety of your body. Scantily clad in black lace, the corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk. He leans back against the bar stool, taking you in, his mind wanders to what the flimsy fabric of your outfit was covering. He wondered you'd feel, how'd you look writhing beneath him, begging for him. He wondered how you'd sound calling out for him, how you'd taste. Thoughts unfit for a Jedi.

His gloved hand comes up to his chin as he looked on. He found himself here, in this very spot, in the darkness of this club quite often, after a tough mission, after a particularly stressful council meeting, he'd come here to watch you dance. Filling his mind with fantasies, fantasies he shouldn't entertain in the slightest.

He fixes himself in his seat, readjusting his pants when your eyes lock on his, a faint smirk on your lips. Your gaze so intense he has to look away.

"Eyes to the stage sailor, she's just warming up." The bartender nods at him.

Short af ik, but why am I tempted to make a part 2

Parts Of The Truth

Chapter Eight

Warnings: 18+, foul language, maybe some misspelling, infidelity, angst, family issues, discussions of pregnancy and abortion, honestly can't think of anything else lmk.

Padme, placed the phone back in her purse, nervously playing with the hem of her dress, she smiled at the couple across the table. Old friends from Anakin's college days.

"He's on his way, lost track of time with work," she excuses her husband's lateness.

"Oh, so he hasn't changed at all," Owen laughs.

His wife leans into him, "I'd hope he has, from what I remember he was quite a ladies man."

Padme laughs awkwardly, sucking in as much air as her lungs can take and breathing out again, "maybe we should order drinks." She beckons the waiter.

Fifteen minutes later Anakin finally arrives, kissing Padme's cheek and greeting his friends. She smiles when he sits next to her, his hand on her leg. Her face falls when she smells it; when she smells her, the smell of fresh roses and ocean breeze, a combination that could make anyone happy made her sick. Her mind tuned out the voices around her, the music playing in the restaurant, the laughter of their friends just background noise as her eyes zero in on his appearance, noticing every detail, the small wrinkles in his suit, the way he smelled, the way his hair was a little messy. Her breathing got heavy and she felt her heart beating in her ears. She stood up suddenly drawing attention from the trio around her. "Uh, sorry, I just- I need to use the bathroom," she excuses herself.

He looks up at her, "What's the matter love?" He asks his eyes soft. She shook her head, smiling.

"Maybe I should've stayed light on the margaritas, I'll be back." She walks away from the table and further into the bistro where the bathroom was.

Locking the door, she tried to calm herself down, gripping the sink, he felt her tears fall, she tried to compose herself, she lets out a small sob. Lately she'd been crying a lot; every time he came home smelling like roses, like the freshness of the ocean, every time he came home with his suit wrinkled or his hair disheveled claiming he was just stressed at work and got a bit comfortable, every time he'd reject her because he wasn't in the mood, every time he'd yell at her for pushing the idea of adoption or every time he didn't come home and didn't call to say where he was or if he was okay.

She dried her tears, reaching for her phone in her purse, finding your number.

You groan, reaching for your phone on the coffee table, pausing your show, you couldn't sleep so you decided to melt your brain with whatever garbage was trending, and the interruption was highly unwelcomed. Your mood lightened when you realized it was Padme.

"Padme hey" you smile as of she could see you over the phone, your mood dampens when you hear her voice, she sounded so sad.

"Hey, I just- I don't know why I called I don't know what's wrong with me I just needed to talk."

"okay, okay what's the matter"

"We're- we're at a restaurant right now, and and he was late and I just knew I just knew that he was with her and when he hugged me I could smell her and I just don't know if I can do this anymore" she cries.

You swallow the lump in your throat, if hell exists you were definitely leading the line there. "Padme I'm so sorry." It's all you could ever say.

"I feel so stupid," you can hear her sniffles "Ugh men don't you just wanna punch 'em right in their stupid perfect faces." She chuckles humorlessly.

"Well I know that feeling," you snicker.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted it's just nice to chat you know, I don't mean to burden you but you're like the only friend I have that gives a shit."

Your stomach twists into knots, "You don't burden me Padme."

You can almost hear her smile and you know it's sad, "thanks, alright well, I'm gonna splash some water on my fav and get back out there. Tell Darcy I say good night." She hangs up.

You put the phone down, running a hand over your face.

"You are so fucked up," Grace laughs.

You look at her warily, an annoyed expression on your face. "Grace."

"Relax, I got your back, secret's safe with me." She drags her fingers over her lips like a zip.

The next few weeks were nothing short of horrible, you now remembered why you and Grace never got along. She was constantly on your back about Anakin, walking around the house like she owned it, telling Darcy things she shouldn't know. You were going insane. Your mother was smart to ship her to you instead of dealing with her difficult personality on her own.

On top of all that you were sick; throwing up, constantly nauseous type of sick.

"Maybe you're pregnant" Ahsoka says, hands under her chin as she stared at you with raised brows.

You scoff, you hadn't even considered that. "Don't even joke."

She shrugs, "I'm just saying, this is exactly how you were when Darcy was cooking."

"I'm not pregnant okay, that's- actually not crazy" you shake your head, "fuck"

"is how you ended up here" Ahsoka quipped.

You chuckled, "that's pretty good."

She was about to respond when she's interrupted.

"Y/n." Padme approaches you, swiftly. Ahsoka's brows raised, you had told her of your new friendship, she thought you were stupid for that of course she was right.

"I thought I'd find you here, it's five soon, I thought we could do drinks" Padme turns to Ahsoka, "you're welcome to join."

Ahsoka smiles, "I would love to."

Padme claps, "Great, I could use the strongest...whatever they've got."

You sat at the bar with Padme and Ahsoka, shaking your head as Ahsoka took in all Padme's relationship drama. "I don't know, it's not like I've caught him right, but I know that he's cheating." Padme shakes her head, sipping her drink, "I can smell her on him as soon as he walks through the door." She turns to you, "Hey why aren't you drinking, we should get you a drink," she looks for the bartender. Her words were already slurred and you could tell she was tipsy.

"oh she can't drink" Ahsoka says.

Padme looks between you two, "well why the hell not" her eyes scan your face and then soften when she realizes, "oh, you're pregnant, honey that's amazing, congratulations."

You put your hand up, "well I'm not sure, I haven't taken a test."

Padme smiles, "oh, oh well then we're gonna buy one and do it right now!"

Ahsoka, who was also tipsy, nods along enthusiastically. "I LOVE THAT IDEA," she yells in your faces. Padme claps and calls over the bartender to pay the bill.

That's how you ended here, sitting in the stall of a drug store bathroom, peeing on a stick while Ahsoka and Padme laid on the floor peeping up at you.

"You guys are so weird"

"We love you" Padme says and you feel sick again.

You pick your cuticles waiting for the five minutes to be up, longest wait of your life. When the timer on your phone rings, Padme picks up the stick, staring at you excitedly, almost like she was the one pregnant.

"It's positive!"

You hit your head against the wall.

Padme frowns, "Oh come on this good right? Darcy will have another sibling, you'll have another baby- unless..."

You shake your head, "I can't keep it."

Ahsoka pouts, hugging you, letting your tears wet her sleeve. "Hey hey it's okay, that's your decision."

Padme sighs, in her mind she couldn't understand why someone wouldn't want to keep a baby, but that's because she struggled so much to even keep a pregnancy, she pushes her own feelings aside.

You hold your head in your hands, "I don't know what I'm doing." You confess. "I can't have another baby, what am I even thinking"

Ahsoka rubs your back, Padme looks in thought, "what about the father? He can support you, whoever he is. I don't mean to pry."

You shake your head, "he's-it's complicated." You almost out yourself. "He's travelling for work, his career is at it's peak, we just can't afford to have another baby." You cover up. Ahsoka is silent, she knew; of course she did, you always tell her everything.

Padme nods, taking your hand, "Well you have us, whatever you decide we'll be right here with you" she smiles, god you hate yourself. "Also if you decide not to keep it, at least you won't have to rip your vagina all over again, that's good right." It makes you laugh.

"Yeah that's something."

Wicked Game

Masterlist

Pair: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Inspired by 'Wicked Game' by Chris Isaak.

Warnings: Allusions to sex, terribly written but we don't talk about that.

Streaks of warm sunlight filtered through the thin curtains. He rolled over, eyes adjusting to the light, he looks over at you; sound asleep, on your tummy, sheets covering your bare lower body.

He reaches out brushing the hair from your face, you looked so graceful and calm; so unbelievably beautiful, so delicate he can't help but admire. His mind flashes with images of the previous night; your soft body against his, his hand in your hair, his lips on yours. He smiles, a sense of peace washing over him, a feeling he only felt with you. He was falling in love with you, he wasn't supposed to, he knew this wasn't what you wanted; "let's keep it casual" you'd both agreed but he couldn't help himself, you just had that effect on him.

"I feel you staring stalker," your sleepy voice makes a chuckle fall from his lips. He pulls you into him. Holding you in his arms, like this; in the calmness of the morning he can feel his stress fading; you were his peace, his home in all the chaos of the world.

"I can't help it," he kissed your shoulder, relishing the warmth of your body. His heart is heavy; burdened by undisclosed feelings, feelings he knew you'd never reciprocate.

What a wicked thing to do, to make him dream of you.

dearer than i?

a/n: hello!! this is an Anakin Skywalker x reader drabble based on the 1944(?) radio show called "Dangerously yours." I love that show so much! I recently re-listened, and got inspired to make this! no use of y/n.

How did it come to this?

Lava sparked all around you, its blistering warmth anything but a comfort. You were almost melting in your Jedi robes. But nothing could compare to how you were feeling. Standing across the pool of lava was Anakin Skywalker. His eyes had turned a vicious yellow, and you felt like you were staring at a stranger. Anakin had defected to the dark side, and you no longer knew the man in front of you.

"Don't do this, Anakin. Don't make me choose." You pleaded, gripping your lightsabers in frustration. "But why? It's either me or them," Anakin stepped closer, using the Force to float across the lake. "You have to choose. You love me, don't you?"

You hung your head, not able to look Anakin in the eyes. He's only a few feet away, burning a hole in your head. "I can't betray the order, Anakin, I'm sorry!" You cried, running a hand through your hair, gripping it almost too tight. "So you'll betray me instead, then?" Anakin questioned, catching your gaze. "You're my padawan. Have you no loyalty?"

You swallowed, feeling tears fall. "If I betray you, I betray myself," You took a step closer to Anakin. "If I betray the Council, I betray the Jedi Code-" You stammered, "The code is very dear to me."

Anakin grabbed your chin, lifting you to look him in the eye. "Dearer than I?"

"No, no not dearer than you."

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter Seven

Warnings:18+ mentions of drug abuse, reader has family issues, mature discussions, smut, foul language, infidelity.

It had been a calm couple of weeks; your friendship with Padme was going rather well, you actually looked forward to conversations with her, it scared you how easy lying had become. However, you quelled your conscience by taking comfort in the fact that not everything was a lie; you were just telling her parts of the truth, yeah that's better than nothing you told yourself.

"Okay baby, but no sweets alright and be good for your grandma you copy?" You speak into the phone, Darcy had asked to sleep over at her grandmother's house since two of your younger cousins were staying there, she wanted to play and you were worried about spending the night alone.

Exiting your car, your eyes fall on the figure seated on the steps Infront your house, "baby, mama has to go okay love you." You hung up making your way closer, a worried smile formed on your face, as you register the person to be your sister.

"Grace- I you're out," you took in her appearance, the DOC hoodie proof that at least she didn't escape. She had gone away for seven years on drug charges and every day of those seven you had promised yourself you would go see her; a lie.

She smiled, "yeah...I'm- I'm free."

You smile, "you look really good Grace"

"I feel good, you know...listen when I got released, mom said to give my parole officer this address, it's here or a shelter." She plays with her fingers, a nervous habit you both had.

You took a deep breath, unsure of whether to trust her and also angry that your mother would just volunteer you to babysit your big sister, like your life wasn't stressful enough. You sat next to her on the steps, "Grace- the last time you said you felt good and that you were gonna get better; I found you passed out and in your own vomit on the bathroom floor-"

She cuts you off, "Yeah but this is different, I joined a group, I got a PO- I don't wanna go back to prison okay, you got nothing to worry about."

Running a hand over your face you sigh, "Okay look, I have a life alright, I have a job and a baby- if you fuck this up you're out"

"I know, mom told me, she showed me pictures when she came to visit, Darcy right? She's beautiful." She looked at you, "...I promise, this time is different."

You rest your hand on hers, desperate to believe her, she was troubled yes but she was your sister and she got the shorter end of the stick growing up and you'd always felt guilty about how her life turned out. "Okay. Let's go inside." She leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder for a moment, just like old times.

"You can stay in the guest bedroom, it's the last door down the hall." You shrug your coat off leaving it on the back of the couch.

Grace nods, looking around "This place is amazing, that job must pay well huh"

"Something like that" you give her a tight smile, getting yourself a glass of water, she sits on a stool at the kitchen counter.

"Mom said that you're seeing some rich guy, Darcy's father." She gives you a curious look. Of course your mother would happily air out your business, "who is he?" She looks amused.

You smile, contemplating on whether to tell her, "Uh, his name is Anakin."

Her eyes go wide, "like Skywalker Anakin? Like the one responsible for all those energy plants?"

Your brows furrow, "You know him?"

She scoffs, "The guys like a millionaire and plus we have tv in prison dumbass"

You chuckle, "right."

"So a business man hm? Nice" she raises her brows.

You take a deep breath, "yeah well, we'll see about that."

"What does that mean?"

You hesitate, she tilts her head, "oh come on, you can tell me. I'm your sister"

You sigh, "he's...married"

Her eyes widen and she laughs, "fuck out of here? Are you kidding?" Her eyes scan your face for a hint that you're joking.

"Holy shit" she laughs, sitting back against the stool and folding her arms.

You roll your eyes yet you can't help but smile.

"You know, you were always the luckier one between us, everyone likes you more, our mom, guys, everyone. You're prettier and you're smart, you always were. Now here you are; miss fancy pants."

You look at her, that guilty feeling rising again, she was right. Life had been kinder to you than it was to her, but you figured; she chose the life she was living, she chose to drop out of school, to follow her junkie boyfriend and his friends but then again, like she said; nobody had really cared for her or sheltered her like they did you, she was left on her own and forced to grow up.

"I'm sorry Grace," you mean it.

She breathes in, looking around again, her teasing demeanor returning. "So your oil daddy Anakin, he must love you a shit ton."

You burst out laughing, "Oil daddy??"

She shrugs smiling, "It's true though right? I saw some press conference he did...a few of the COs in prison have the hots for him, he has that kind of educated, smooth charm. So oil daddy is suitable."

You shake your head smiling.

"So the wife, you know her?" She waits for an answer and when you don't give it to her, she dramatically drops her head on the counter and laughs. "Don't tell me you're friends." Of course she knew, she could always read you, since you were both little.

"Alright enough" you wave her off.

She gets up heading towards the guest room, she stops, turning back to you for a moment, "You know I kinda always thought that between the two of us, I'd end up being the one knocked up with no ring."

Her words were harsh yet not surprising. You had expected her to harbour some bitter feelings towards you, whether she said it or not, she felt like you owed her, for stealing a life that might have been better were you not born at all.

An hour later Anakin stopped by, not to check on Darcy but you, he knew she was at her grandma's and he just wanted to make sure you were alone no undesired company. You watched as he looked around the house, an annoyed expression on your face. "What you worried I'll cheat on you? Wonder where that fear came from."

He chuckles, "That's funny. Who's ove-"

"Ah, I thought I heard voices" your sister interrupts, you watch as she introduces herself to him, wearing your clothes; your tank top and your shorts, she smiles at him. "You're a lot more handsome in person than on tv"

Your brows furrow, your tongue poking your cheek, thumb squeezed in your palm, what is she trying to do right now, you think. He looks at her, that stupid smirk on his lips, "You're too sweet" he smiles, the same smile he gives you when he's trying to charm his way into your pants for the millionth time. You resist the urge to slap him across the face; why are you even jealous right now? Like he wasn't married when you met him.

You watched as he entertained her for the next hour, the way she practically threw herself at him, laughing at his jokes which you could bet your life she didn't get, the way she leaned in, 'intrigued' as he went on about business. When she decided to call it a night and head to bed, you stomped to your bedroom like a spoilt child. Stripping down and getting into your pjs you try to slam in the dresser drawers but the damn rollers had other plans. You huff climbing into bed not saying anything to him for a moment, you roll over looking at him, he was all smug, leaning against the doorway, brows raised, clearly amused by your antics. "You look like an idiot," mentally you ridicule yourself for the weak insult, he chuckles, walking towards the bed, he shrugs off the jacket of his suit, and lays next to you, kissing your cheek. You push his face away turning your back to him.

"why don't you go kiss her and built her a house and get her pregnant and control her life" you realize how stupid and jealous you were being but it doesn't stop you. He laughs, pulling you on your back, positioning himself over you.

He shrugs, "I don't know, she not really my type." You see the amusement in his eyes, a small smile forming on your lips.

"You're an ass"

He nods, "so people keep saying." He's quiet for a moment, his hand coming to brush stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear. "I'm not interested in your sister." He undoes he first button of your pajama top, placing a kiss between the valley of your breast.

"Well she's interested in you" you say, testing him. You were almost certain you weren't his only, and you hate to say the word but mistress.

"I don't care," he undoes another button and another. "It's you for me," he kisses over your breast.

"And Padme?" You ask.

He bites the top of your breast a bit hard and you gasp, swatting him away.

"I don't wanna talk about her, not right now, not when I'm with you." He kisses your lips, hungrily, pressing himself into you, he dips his head down, pressing a kiss to your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume mixed with your lotion. "Not when you're so beautiful," he whispers, his hand creeping into your shorts pulling them down and pushing your panties aside, you moan when his finger grazes over your soaked cunt. "Not when you're so wet, so ready for me. Always ready for me," he kisses you again, his finger dipping past your folds, pumping into you slowly before he adds another, your eyes flutter shut, a needy moan leaving your lips. He trails kisses down your body, sucking hickies on your breasts and down your stomach. He plants kisses on your thighs, slowly making his way to where you needed him most, he looks up at you, his eyes soft, a mischievous glint in them, just as his lips ghost your glistening your heat, his phone rings. You groan throwing your head back.

"you have to be fucking kidding me."

He pulls away, and you whine. He presses the phone to his ear. "Hey honey." Of course it's Padme, his voice is calm and steady like he wasn't just about to bury his face in your pussy. You watch in horror as he adjusts his shirt, fixing his tie and putting his jacket back on. "I'm sorry sweetie, it completely slipped me, I'm on my way." He hangs up.

You look at him, mouth opened about to protest, "what? No where are you going?"

"I'm sorry baby, Padme and I were supposed to have dinner with friends, and I'm late." He kisses your head. "I'll make it up later"

You watch as he exits the bedroom, groaning into the pillow when you hear the front door downstairs slam.

"I see why you like him." Grace's voice fills your ears, she standing in your doorway. You look at her, puzzled; what's that supposed to mean.

"Sucks he has a wife," She retreats down the hall and into your guest room.

You take a deep breath, think about her words. There's no way, she'd try to get with him, there's no way she'd sabotage you right; tell Padme? No she doesn't even know her.

Pulling the covers to your chest, you roll on your side, closing your eyes you tell yourself that your sister would never hurt you, because that was the only way you'd get any sleep.

Parts Of The Truth

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Chapter Six

Warnings: smut, foul language, talks about infertility and miscarriages, infidelity, manipulation, I think some spelling errors.

That night when Anakin came by Padme had only left a short time, if he came an hour earlier you'd have a lot of explaining to do. He knocked on the door and when you didn't answer he used his key.

You were napping on the couch, Darcy laying on your chest watching a movie, her fever running hot again, when she noticed him, she scrambled off of you and into his arms, careful so as to not to wake you.

"Daddy" she whispers her voice hoarse, he pouts at her, feeling her hot skin.

"Oh baby,you're burning up, did mama give you medicine?" He asks softly, kissing her head.

She nods, pointing in the direction of the kitchen "Mama keeps it in the fridge" she rests her head on his shoulder as he takes her to the kitchen, seating her on the counter to get the medicine out the fridge.

He noticed the wine glasses in the sink and his jaw clenches. "Did your mama have a friend over?" He asks feeding her a spoonful of the cough syrup.

She nods. "Mhm, a nice lady, she had brown hair. She played with whiskers" she tell him. He smiles, brushing her hair.

"That's good baby"

She hugged on to him "I think mama called her Pamela or uh something with P" she puts her finger to her chin, pouting as if she was thinking.

He froze, "Padme?"

The three year old gasps then she smiles, "yes! Miss Padme, she was so pretty daddy"

Anakin was about to ask her something else when your groggy voice interjects. "Hey, when did you get here?" You approach the counter, checking Darcy's temperature.

"Time for bed baby"

She shakes her head. "I want daddy to read to me" she clung to him.

He picked up Darcy, taking her to her room and tucking her in. You remained in the kitchen, washing the glasses and tossing the empty bottle.

"What did mama and miss Padme talk about Darce?" He finally asks, putting down the book.

She shrugs. "Mama said big girl stuff" she yawns, "I wanna sleep daddy." She snuggles up to her stuffed bunny under the blanket.

He steps out her room, closing the door quietly and making his way down the hall to your bedroom.

"What was Padme doing here?" He asks sternly.

You sigh, "she thinks you're cheating on her. She thought that I'd be the best person to come to since I'm your assistant and handle your affairs."

He laughs, "I wonder where she'd even get that idea."

You shake your head, standing in front the dresser, you slip off your shorts and tank top preparing to shower. "Why didn't you tell me about her whole fertility thing? Do you have any idea how horrible this is? What we're doing to her?"

He sighs, standing behind you his knuckles trace your spine. "It doesn't matter, the marriage is over, I only want you, and Darcy, our family" he kisses your neck, nipping ever so slightly, you turn around.

"What are you talking about?"

He kisses you, "Don't worry about it, don't worry about her" he presses you into the dresser.

You push him off, that sick feeling in your gut resurfacing, you push past him heading into the bathroom, he pulls you back, his hand tangling in your hair.

"Come on, don't be like that" he kisses your neck.

"You're disgusting" you say, he chuckles.

"Guess I'll have to talk to Padme, sticking her nose where it doesn't belong" he releases his grip on your hair, now just hugging onto you.

A moment of silence passes before he speaks, his voice is hesitant like he's pained to say what he's about to. "I thought I'd never have a family, I- I did everything for Padme, best doctors, best clinics and still nothing, every pregnancy- a month max before...and then I met you" he inhales your scent, kissing your neck. "So beautiful and smart, and you gave me Darcy. She's so sweet and beautiful, she's smart like you, and I never thought I'd have her, my own kid." He's holding you tightly and that's when you feel it, his tears on your cheek, as his face pressed so closely against you. He was crying, actually crying.

You let him hold you, feeling his tears on your skin. You didn't know if he was serious or trying to make you feel sorry for him either way, it was working. You rest your head against him, he kisses your cheek and clears his throat. "How about that shower?"

You smile, walking towards the shower, pulling him behind you.

One hand pressed against the fogged up the glass, the other against the tiled wall, your moans were hoarse and needy, one leg up on the bench the other steadying you on the ground. He has one of his hands around your throat and the other around your chest, squeezing your breast. The lewd sounds of skin slapping and your soft moans fill the bathroom as he fucks you from behind.

"that's it baby, take it all I know you love it" he whispers, nipping your ear. You whimper, eyes screwing shut when his cock hits that spot just right.

"yes yes just like that" you cried out hoarsely. His thrusts speed up, harsher and harsher, his name on your lips like a sacred chant, your thoughts filled with nothing but him. He groans loudly and you clench around him, bringing him to his release, you moaned feeling his warmth fill you up, your head falls back on his shoulder, his hand flexing around your throat; tightening and loosening again a few times. His tongue licking over the fresh forming hickies on your neck, his hand leaving a faint red mark on your breast where he had been squeezing you.

"so beautiful," he whispers "all mine." He turns your head kissing you softly, his hand releasing your throat to wrap around your waist, steadying you as you found your footing.

His hands trail your body, every curve, every mark he knew it well. He watched as the warm water washed away the soap from your bodies, he watched as you closed your eyes letting the shampoo run down from your hair. His eyes twinkle and his heart swells as he looks at you. He liked you most this way, vulnerable, trusting, you appeared so innocent, making showering; even after what you just did seem like an angelic act.

"I love you" he whispers.

The following morning, you dropped Darcy off at your mom's, she still had a cold but thankfully the fever had passed. Your mother looks at you shaking her head, her eyes noticing the small hickey on your neck you had forgotten to cover. She ushered Darcy into the house and without saying a word to you she follows behind the toddler, you roll your eyes but chose not to comment on her attitude far too stressed to worry about her criticisms.

You sat at your desk, going over Anakin's schedule and fitting in any important meets. Your thoughts run to Padme and you feel guilty again. God, you're a horrible person, why couldn't you stop yourself, she didn't deserve this. Speak or more like think of the devil and he shall appear. Padme steps out of the elevator and heads straight towards your desk.

"Hey." She smiles at you and you want to put your own head through a window.

You return the smile. "Hey, sorry Mr. Skywalker's in a meeting" you point towards his office.

She shakes her head. "I'm here for you actually. I thought we could do lunch you know, since we're new best friends and all."

You chuckle and nod, "sure just let me grab my stuff." Again, you know; terrible idea but since when did you start making good decisions.

You sat across from her in the cafe, prepared to lie your ass off again.

"How's your daughter? Darcy right?" She asks.

You nod, enthusiastically, "She's fine, better now that her fever broke. How are you? Have you talked to Anakin yet about you know..."

She sighs. "I tried, last night, but we just ended up fighting and then he left didn't come home till like midnight."

You smile at her sympathetically, searching for words. "Maybe he's just- maybe he's telling the truth and is just happy with it being you and him."

She takes a deep breath, "Maybe, but still doesn't explain where he goes when we fight. He always comes back smelling like her, it makes me sick."

You bite down your lip unsure of what to say. "I'm really sorry Padme." She smiles, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"What's it like?" She asks, "motherhood."

You smile, "it's amazing, scary, you know you, you have this human being who's so dependent on you, so innocent and wonderful, so full of love no matter what. And you're terrified all the time that you'll screw up and that they'll become you. But it's also so rewarding coming home to that little soul who's always happy to see you, who you can always count on to brighten your day no matter how horrible it's been, and all you can ask is please God don't let me fuck this up" you blink away tears, clearing your throat, you hadn't meant to over share to that extent. Padme's hand grabs yours over the table, she smiles at you comfortingly.

"Sounds like the feelings of a great mother." She says. You laugh nodding your head.

"I hope so."

That night, Darcy slept in your bed, her little face tucked away in Anakin's chest. He slept over again and you're being destroyed by guilt. You watched as his chest rose and fell, his breathing even, hand securely around his baby. It was like a scene you'd always pictured as a young girl, peaceful and calm, all you longed for.

You breathe out turning to look up at the ceiling. "Please don't let me fuck this up."

Hey Guys! What do we think so far?

Had to sneak in the father daughter moments because I can't stop thinking about it.

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.

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 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.

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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

Only You

Hayden Christensen x Reader

Warnings: Age gap.

Laying on your tummy, propped up by your elbows, your brows crease, eyes slightly squinting with an amused smirk on your face as you look at him. He was so clearly pretending to sleep even though he was the one that decided it was a good idea to watch a three hour long movie.

"You better wake up faker" you whisper. He smiles in his 'sleep' and you playfully bite his chest and kissed over it, he groaned and pulled you close. You laugh when he gets you back by biting your ear.

"how are you so energized it's..." he looks over at the clock on the bedside table, "midnight" he chuckles.

"I know you're old but falling asleep during a movie? Maybe I should call that nursing home"

He scoffs 'Old? Your mother"

The remark shocks you and you playfully hit his chest, he laughs and so do you. A moment of comfortable silence passes between you two, the movie playing in the background mere noise at this point, as was the rest of the world whenever you looked at him. Your hand gently caressed his cheek, tracing the barely seen lines on his face, proof that he'd even aged, his eyes soft and beautiful, looking into yours. He kisses your palm, holding your hand in his own.

"I love you" you smile.

"Ah, so that means you'll come see me at the nursing home?" He jokes and you can't help but laugh, you always laugh; at his lame jokes, at his dad jokes, at his funny jokes which were rare but they were his.

I know I post a lot y'all, I got a lot of drafts

Usually it’s video games instead of music but this is pretty much accurate hehe

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.

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.

Parts Of The Truth

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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

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.

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.