Iâve written most of these recent fics and drabbles over the course of a few days. Thatâs why thereâs a bit of a fic dump. I hope you all enjoy!
Hawkins looked different at night, emptier, quieter, almost gentle in a way that felt like a lie. You stood in Steve Harringtonâs driveway with your bag slung over your shoulder, the chill of the Indiana air settling onto your skin as the streetlights hummed overhead. Everything felt suspended, like the whole world was holding its breath, waiting to see if youâd actually do it, if youâd really leave. Steve stood beside his car, keys twisting nervously in his fingers, hair a little messier than usual, eyes flicking between you and the dark stretch of road ahead. âYouâre really sure about this?â he asked, voice low, like he didnât trust the night not to swallow his words. But the question wasnât about the plan. It was about him. About trusting him enough to run, to leave everything behind with nothing but the clothes in your bag and the boy with soft eyes and shaking hands.
You didnât answer right away. Instead, you stepped closer, twisting your fingers into the fabric of his jacket, breathing in the faint smell of cologne and laundry detergent and something so distinctly Steve it hurt. âIâm sure,â you whispered, and you watched the tension in his shoulders melt just enough for him to breathe again. He opened the passenger door for you like it was the most natural thing in the world, even now, even in this moment that felt like the beginning of something dangerous and beautiful and irreversible.
The engine sputtered to life, the radio crackling before settling into the soft hum of some half-static 80s ballad. Hawkins blurred past the windows, empty storefronts, the dark shadow of the school, the flickering sign outside the gas station. Every landmark felt like a goodbye you werenât sure how to say. Steve kept one hand on the wheel, the other drifting toward yours on the seat between you, his thumb brushing your knuckles like he needed the reassurance that you were really there. âYou know,â he said after a while, eyes fixed on the road, âI never thought Iâd leave this place.â His voice was soft, almost embarrassed. âBut thenâŚyou asked.â
The highway stretched ahead of you, endless and dark and full of possibilities you werenât brave enough to imagine until now. Wind rushed in through the cracked window, pulling strands of your hair across your face. Steve reached over without thinking, gently tucking them behind your ear, his fingers lingering just long enough to make your chest tighten. âWhatever happens,â he murmured, âweâll figure it out. Together.â And it wasnât a promise thrown into the wind. It was something solid. Something he meant.
You glanced at him then, the soft slope of his jaw, the determined set of his mouth, the way the streetlights carved gold across his cheekbones. You realized, suddenly and overwhelmingly, that this wasnât an escape from Hawkins. It was an escape with him. With the boy who always stayed behind to protect everyone but himself. With the boy who was finally choosing something for his own heart.
Miles passed in silence, but it wasnât empty. It was warm and comfortable. Full of hope in a way that made your chest ache. Steve reached over again, not tentative this time, and intertwined his fingers with yours, his palm warm and sure. âHey,â he said quietly, almost nervously, âwhere do you want to go first?â You squeezed his hand, smiling into the darkness. âAnywhere,â you whispered. âAs long as itâs not here.â
He laughed, and the sound filled the car, filling you too. He rolled the windows all the way down, turned the radio up, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the world didnât feel small. It felt wide. It felt new. And you felt free.
Hawkins disappeared behind you like a fading ghost, swallowed by the night, and Steve glanced at you with that soft, brilliant smile that always made you feel braver than you were. âThen letâs go,â he said. And you did.
TW: cursing, manipulation, SA and harassment, abuse, kidnapping, age gap (5 years), no happy ending.
I donât proof read <3. Enjoy this is 1.5k words! Lmk what you think.
The Beginning: Ice Cold
The transport ship wad unforgivingly cold. The metal cold against my hands. The cargo pants and black Henley did little to keep me warm. They confiscated my jacket because it kept on setting off the censor. I bet they are going to burn it. My shoes are the only thing successfully keeping me warm. The draft from the air vent made it worse. I could feel the shiver leave a trail of goosebumps in its wake as it traveled down my back. The interior design lacked any originality and was purely for function (its grey sheet metal). The stormtroopersâ uniform face masks prohibited any sort of human interaction because of the fear they inflicted, and all of the regular people around me, including myself, were too afraid to utter a word. The icy stares from the other passengers didnât help either, I could feel them sizing me up. I sat on a bench in the corner replaying my task given to me from my superiors back on base: gain intelligence on ship and weapon blueprints under the ruse of being a nurse. This was my first mission and I was mortified of a misstep because itâd cost me my life. Pretending to be a nurse would be the easy part. I have a degree in nursing and some experience so at least Iâm not going in completely blind.
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The lieutenant who escorted us off the ship and began the tour of the massive star cruiser droned on for what seemed like hours. Yet, I paid close attention to every word he spoke so I would know my way around. This information would be good if I need to sneak around or run or hide, plus, I donât want to look like an idiot on my first day. I donât want anyone to think I am incompetent. Once we turned the corner, the lieutenant froze, and bowed to the figure. The entire aura of the room changed, it went from stale to a stand still. Not even the air moved, it was as if the moment was slow motion. All of the other new hires bowed and I followed. He was tall, fierce yellow eyes, and a lightsaber. I couldnât see his face though. The figure ignored the lieutenant as if he was inconsequential. The lieutenant rose. He released a breath, a shaky, shallow breath and continued the tour.
The inside of the ship was nicer than the transport ship; the walls had an industrial design and blinding fluorescent lights, it was equally as uninviting though. The floors were large matte black tile. The halls were filled with stormtroopers either running drills or patrolling, you were always being watched. This mission is going to be harder than I thought.
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The medical bay was the exact opposite of the rest of the Cruiser. It was white and light, not dark and industrial like the rest of the ship. Blue, green, red, and yellow lights from the medical machines reflected vibrantly off the plain walls. The beeps of the machine were rhythmic and soothing. The tiles a pristine white: shined to perfection. My shoes made soft taps against it. This is the only familiar thing here. Soldiers laid one to a cot in rows of five and separated by a white slightly transparent curtain.
The head nurse was a very delightful. Her instructions were vague and contradictory, her voice was raspy from smoking, she smelled like an ogre. She droned on and on about procedures. I listened to every word though, every painful dull word because maybe sheâd say something useful. She eventually did.
âEvery 1 Monday, all of the higher ups including the chancellor and lord Vader come for a medical check. The stress of the job they do to protect us is nothing to sneeze at.â She says plainly. I canât believe she buys into this. Maybe sheâs been surrounded by it for so long itâs ingrained into her way of thinking.
âYeah well we canât let them get sick on the job now can we?â I say, trying to sound cheerful. She just gives me a look of grimace and rolls her eyes.
âYou are on night shift. All of the fresh me start on it. And you arenât special. Iâd go eat dinner and shower. You have two ours to get yourself together. Donât be late or Iâm going to have to write you up,â she instructs. She really is a ray of sunshine.
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Dinner was the blandest meal Iâve ever had. The meat was plain, the Mac and cheese wasnât completely hydrated, and the broccoli was shriveled. I decided the vending machine was a safer food choice.
âYou know, that isnât a real meal,â I male voice said. I look beside me and see a young man. His hair is jet black and slicked back. His eyes a warm amber, his nose was slightly pointed. His skin was gaunt and he had under eye bags. His uniform was grey with a few red and blue squares on his chest: they looked like pins.
âAnd the cafeteria food is?â I ask rhetorically. His smile is short, sharp, and almost rehearsed. Like years of following orders has created this appeasing smile.
âThatâs what all the new hires think,â he says, rolling his eyes playfully. He leaned against the machine with his hands in his pockets. âYouâll get used it allâ, he says. His voice is smooth like the silk from a spider, creating a web I could easily fall into.
âI donât think I will,â I responded plainly. I have no care for a real conversation with this guy. I turned my body back to the vending machine selecting a protein bar and a smoothie. Hopefully this is good.
He laughs. He clearly doesnât care for my wanting of him to leave me alone. âWell Iâm Sergeant Cassian Floke. And you?â He asks coolly. Heâs quite persistent, itâs extremely annoying. Maybe heâs able to help me. It might just be easier to play along.
âIâm y/n l/n. Itâs a pleasure to meet you Sergeant.â I respond, a small polite smile plagued my features. God, I hate this.
âOh wow, look whoâs being nice,â he teases. I think Iâd rather gouge my eyes out than continue this painful conversation. I have a mission, a job to do. I canât waste time like this.
âHaha. Who would have thought. Iâve gotta get to work, you know, newbie night shift. Iâll being seeing you Sergeant,â I excuse myself. Turning before he can respond and walking away as fast as possible.
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The night shift wasnât horrible. All the patients were asleep, I just gave them their night meds, filled out charts, did inventory: it was so boring. The medbay had one window. It was pretty large in height and length. I could see every star: little white, yellow, and blue sparkles decorated the sky elegantly. I could get used to this view.
The door opened with a sudden whoosh. I whipped my head as fast as I could, breaking my trancing and jumping up. âH-hello, can I have you name?â I say scrambling for my clipboard. I look to look at whoâs here, it a man, the same one from the hallway. Now, however, I can see his face, heâs good-looking, sandy blonde hair, yellow eyes, olive skin, and a gnarly scar starting at his brow and ending on his cheek. The man doesnât answer and just sits down. He lifts up his sleeve to show his robotic arm. Well thatâs a surprise. I wonder how he lost it. Where the skin and metal meet is irritated and infected. The skin had red splotched and puss.
âStop staring and start working,â he dictated. His face lacked all compassion, it was a cold void of disgust, pain, and anger. I nod in response and grab all the supplies and put it on a cart. I roll it over to him. His intimidating yellow eyes followed and analyzed my move as if I was a threat or could become one.
âCan I please have your arm?â I ask politely. He doesnât respond and give me his arm. As I disinfect, clean, and apply antibiotics, his face remains stone. I know this stings and burns, how is he not reacting? I finish quickly. As soon as I finished wrapping him, he pushed past me and left without a word.
Age Gap: Vader is 29 and the reader is 24. This is just so she is mature and Vader is deeper in his darkness. Also it just makes sense if yn is older for the plot. I also kinda want an age gap.
SA and Harassment: I will at least mention these things, I donât know how much in detail Iâll write just because SA can be triggering for me. This will come later in the story so I have time to think about it. The assault will never be crucial to the plot and can be skipped. ďżź
Kidnapping and abuse: the kidnapping and abuse however are important to plot and character development. I will put warnings and before and lyk when itâs over.
Reader: the reader is a female just because it is easier for me to write things from a girls perspective because I am one. She grew up on a farming planet but went to coresaunt for nursing school. She got involved with the rebel movement when she found out the empire killed her family in a raid. Im going to try my best in the medical scenes with the gore to get the things correct but I canât promise I will.
Gore: battle wounds, self-defense wounds, wounds from abuser, etc.
Vader: he is not a softy in this book. Vader is going to be canon Vader except he didnât get all ugly on mustafar. Padme is dead though and they were romantic. They had Luke and Leia but he doesnât know they exist. He will have a small weakness for you though as your relationship grows.
This story will not have a happy ending. I feel like thatâs important to disclose. I will be writing long chapters with few updates. I will link chapters here too!
I love to hear opinions and requests so just lmk what yall think.
pairing : famous actor!hayden christensen x ex!reader
summary : years after hayden left for the silver screen, he returns to his hometown amidst the holiday joy. his plans for a short little stay in canada are ruined when he runs into you once againâŚ
warnings : angst :c
notes : this is so bad and rushedâbut whatever bc itâs angst!!
the cool breeze of the holidays blew through your hair as you walked into town.
last minute christmas decorations were being set up by the busy townspeopleâthe ones you grew up knowing all your lifeâbut they still stopped to greet you when you passed by with wide grins across their face. flecks of snow gracefully fell from the sky above, sending shivers down your spine from the cold.
slipping off your leather gloves and the scarf wrapped around your neck, you enter the townâs local coffee shop. approaching the register, a relieved smile curls up your lips when you see your favorite barista working the counter.
âsurprised you havenât been fired yet,â you tease, taking an open seat on one of the barstools, âcoffee please!â
âthis addiction you have isnât healthy anymore,â he pours a steaming pot into a mug heâs prepared in advancedâalready knowing that youâd come in to bother him, âi donât wanna become a liability if caffeine sends you into an early death.â
âfunny,â as you playfully roll your eyes at him, he sneakily slips you a free pastry across the counter, âoh, so youâre bribing me now?â right as he was about to quip back with a witty response, his head shoots up towards the door where a bell announced a customers arrival.
âhayden?â
freezing in your seat mid laugh, your mind goes still as you hesitantly turn around⌠you havenât heard that name in eight years. it was now a loss memory, one that you had buried deep in your mind, one that had occurred in your adolescence.
memories of secondary school scored itself as one of the greatest experiences of your life, but also one of the worst. it was where you first met him, the boy who had flipped your whole world right side up then upside down⌠hayden christensen.
he was a pillar of strength and a shoulder to lean on throughout the four wonderful years spent together during high school, but some things were never meant to last forever. just like you, he had dreamt big and embraced his aspirations in life.
the spotlight was where is longed to be.
hayden was the schoolâs theatre heartthrob, winning the lead male role in every drama production from how good he was. you were aware that he did commercials and played small parts growing upâhis mother showing them to you when he first brought you home; and as a result, you knew heâd be offered roles from well known casting directors⌠you just didnât expect that heâd get a call right after graduating.
of course you were immensely proud of your boyfriend when he got the role of scott barringer on higher ground, ecstatic even, but you both worried about busy schedules and long distance. he was off to go film in vancouver while you stayed back in your small town located in ontario to attend college. it was tough at first, not knowing if he wasnât called onto set yet or when you werenât in the middle of class.
but the two of you were able to make it work and by the next summer season, you and hayden were blessed to spend the violence of the dog days together. it was the rainbow after the storm. he finally had you back in his arms, cherishing every second he had with you under the golden sun and the ocean waves of summer.
and as much as you loved him, you knew you had to leave him soon to allow yourselves to grow without each otherâŚ
the fall of your relationship happened after you confessed that you accepted an offer to study abroad for the following school year, sending you across the world and further away from him. hayden had first revealed that he booked star wars and was off to go film in a few weeks, wishing that you could come and accompany him on his first hollywood role.
when everything was just seeming to fall into place, here was fate drawing you both away from each other once again⌠and you knew you had to end it now to minimize the ache youâd feel in your heart. not because he was going to be across the world in a different time zone; no, far from that⌠it was because you two were following different paths in life.
even âtil this moment, the night of the break up is fresh in your mind, wondering if you made the right decision eight years ago as youâre here face to face with the path you chose to not follow.
haydenâs jaw slightly falters at the sight of you, his breath being taken away by your beauty even after all this time. theânowâman had always thought you were the prettiest girl in the universe, but time certainly brought out the best in you because you were absolutely enchanting.
your name falls from his lips when he greets you for the first time in years, an arrow shooting through your heart when his voice cracks after he mustered all his courage to say it. âhayden, hi,â gazing into his eyes felt like torture; he looked goodâmature evenâbut hurt⌠and you knew it was your fault.
âi think iâll leave you two be, duty calls,â your friend motions to the line of waiting customers and rushes behind the counter before his boss scolds him for being distracted on the job.
âso,â haydenâs voice trails off, not knowing how to make small talk with his ex, âhowâve you been?â
âall right.â that was such a blatant lie, you thought to yourself. clearing your throat to wash yourself of sin, a strained grin replaces the slight frown just seconds ago, âyou?â
âyeah, all rightâfinally made it into the hollywood world,â the corner of his lips tug into a smile, attempting to sound humble about his newfound popularity amongst the film critics. âso iâve heard,â sipping on the your mug full of coffee, you hummed nonchalantly, âi do have to admit, you played a real good anakin skywalker.â
âyou watched?â the man seemed almost surprised about you supporting his work post-breakup. âi keep my promises, hayden.â
gazing into your eyes for any sense of deception, he finds that heâs still haunted by the look in your eye that revealed that you wouldâve loved him for a lifetime.
he never actually took the time to realize just how much heâs missed youâbut once he did, hayden knew he was so far gone. the man wanted to relearn every little thing about you.
âdo you happen to be free this afternoon?â he asks, making you slightly chuckle at his sudden shyness. âit depends, why?â
âwell,â hayden sucks in a breath, âi was hoping i could take you outâjust for old times sake of course.â
âah,â you begin to snigger, âdangerous game youâre playing.â
âworth it though.â
for the weekend, you and hayden found yourselves sleeping in half the day and riding around untaken roadsâmemories of your old high school love swirling into the present.
passing by the methodist church and the school across from it, the echoes of your guysâ giggles and calling each other âbabeâ lingers in the frigid air.
hayden sat shotgun, watching as you focused on the road. he had his fingers intertwined with yours, placing soft kisses from time to time as you drove through the town.
the domesticity of it all felt natural, but it was only a reminder for what he couldnât have forever. he knew heâd have to go back to los angeles, film his lineup of movies, and forget about everything you both shared this holiday season⌠yet, he couldnât help but quietly hope that youâd say something to halt his plans.
the man just wanted youânot the fame, not the fans, you⌠but of course, his mouth moves faster than his brain.
âi still love you.â
those four words ruined the whirlwind romantic rendezvous you both were addicted to.
your truck rolls to a stop in the middle of the road and you lean over to face him for the first time since youâve entered the driverâs seat. âhayden, no. you donât mean that.â
âbut i do,â he cups your face in his hand, caressing your cheek with such grace, âi love you. i knew it from the day i first met you in school. iâll drop everything for you, just say the word.â
âi canât just snatch the life youâve wanted since we were teenagers,â a sigh escapes your lips and you rest your forehead against his, âi cant, hayden. my conscience canât carry that weight of a burden.â
âthe life i want now is with you.â
âi love you too, hayden⌠but i want you to achieve those dreams,â a sorrow smile curls up your lips, âeven if it means letting you go a second time.â
starting the car once again, you both ride in silence with nothing else left to say becauseâŚ
in twenty-four hours, he will board a plane bound for LAXâhis heart breaking when leaving the warmest bed heâs ever known.
in twenty-four hours, youâd go back to your simplistic life in your small canadian townâwondering about the only soul who knew which smiles youâre faking.
in twenty-four hours, youâll no longer be each others for the weekend.
Alright poll results show the unburnt Vader x undercover!reader has won!!! So thatâll be my main story. I do take requests though for one shots so please hmu!!!
summary - It's getting harder for Sam to hide his true feelings, but he'll do it anyways for you.
wordcount -Â 2k
a/n - getting this out a little later than I'd like </3
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Youâre on the floor of your room, old newspapers spread under a pair of jeans, paint everywhere. The windowâs open, a late night breeze sneaking in and messing with the corners of the paper. Samâs cross-legged across from you, sleeves rolled up, tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth as he drags a messy lightning bolt down one leg of his jeans.
âEw, youâre literally painting a superhero costume,â you say, squinting at his work.
He glances up. âAt least Iâm not painting an actual superheroâŚwhat kinda nerd paints their hoco jeans superman?â
âUm, a cultured one-â You dab at a superman logo near the thigh. âSome of us actually have a vision.â
âYeah, okay, geek.â
You flick a little paint at him. It lands on his cheek. âOops.â
He stares at you for a beat, then dips his brush in blue and flicks it back. You squeal, ducking behind your hands. He laughsâfull, easy, realâand for a second it feels like the world is only this: paint, laughter, and the smell of detergent.
Then you ruin it without meaning to.
âSo, Ethan said if I wanted to hang in the library tomorrowâŚso I might not be there for lunch.â
The brush freezes in his hand. âYeah, cool- I donât care.â
He goes back to painting, but the strokes come out sharper, heavier. You donât notice. You're humming again, focused on a panel of superman. He looks at you once, his jaw tight, and doesnât say another word.
The next morning, the silence in the car ride to school is almost suffocating. You try to lift the mood with a joke or two but his smile is quick to fade. After you two part ways to class, you canât help but think something was off with him. It was like that the whole day, him staring off into space as you talked, eventually just choosing to stay quiet. The car ride home was no better either, you let the radio fill the heavy silence the whole way home.
Monday [6:05PM]
You: hey do yk what ur gonna wear tmrw 4 bikers vs surfers??
You: sammy?
Read 6:09 PM
You frowned at that, you didnât know why he was being so distant all of the sudden. Was he using again? No, heâd tell you if he was. Right?
You decided to just lay out your outfit for tomorrow, it could help take your mind off of things. You were gonna be a surfer until you spotted a leather jacket in your closetâ his âand if you knew Sam, which you did, he wasnât gonna miss the opportunity to dress closer to his own style if he could.
âHey, I see we had the same idea-â you giggled as you slid into the car.
âYea- guess so. Or I just wore what I always wear.â he said flatly before he began to drive.
Yikes. Whatever was going on yesterday seemed to be continuing today. It seemed like no matter what you talked about, sam was just looking through you, not paying attention to anything.
âHey- whats up with you lately?â you nudged his shoulder as you guys sat together in physics.
âHm? Nothing- Iâm justâŚnot in a mood for school spiritâ he said as he drifted back to reality.
âOkay. Youâd tell me if it was something else, right?â your brow furrowed as you tried to look for a hint of what was really going on in his face. Nothing. Just that same clench of his jaw and distant look in his eyes.
âYea, right.â
Tuesday [8:37PM]
Sam: hey, srry for being weird earlier.Â
[8:45]
You: no prob, js glad ur not icing me out anymore lol
Sam: i could never.
You reacted with heart
Wednesday felt lighter than the last few days. You were both in your neon shirts for spirit day as you headed towards lunch.Â
âIs it just me, or is this spirit week kinda lame?â
âI think youâre just lame, you didnât even dress up for bikers vs surfers day.â you playfully hit him as you guys entered the lunch room.
âI did too- I was a biker âmember?â he said through his usual smirk. There he was.
âWearing the clothes you wear on a daily basis, so doesnât countâ
âYea, the school paper thought so- I ended up on the front cover for a reason.â
âI was right there with you, donât even-â you said as you guys sat down at your usual spot.
After a few more teasing remarks, you guys started to make your plans for homecoming with Corey and Nat. The plan was simple, you and Nat get ready together while Sam and Corey did the same, they go pick you guys up, make fun of the decorationsâmaybe dance a littleâ bam, school dance over. But you wanted something more. You wanted to go to a dance like in the movies. For a guy to nervously ask you out while you said yes with the same nerves. But youâd settle for this, it was nice too.
Wednesday [6:54PM]
Sam: wyd
You: nothing
        just got out the shower y
Sam: need the notes from last physics class
[7:04PM]
You: [ 3 attachments]
Sam: ?
        think u sent one of those on accidentâŚ
You: shit srry
        ignore that
Sam: whyâd u screenshot a text from ethan?
You: needed nats help
        yk
        shes good with that type of stuff
Sam: oh
The next day you guys were sitting at lunch, your painted superman logo glimmering with hope. Youâre mid-laugh when Sam glances around at all the couples excited for the dance.
âI bet you half of these homecoming dates wonât make it past next week, they just want someone to show off that night.â
You poke at your lunch, smile flickering. âYea, totally.â
He tries to laugh it off, spinning his fork. âI mean, at least weâve got the friend group thing, right?â
âRight.â you half heartedly smile, though it doesnât sound convincing. He took a moment to look at you before poking at his lunch tray.
Later that day during 8th period, Ethan caught you by your locker after class. His cheeks were red, his words tripping up as his friends waited in the background for morale.
âSo, uhâhomecoming. You uh, have any plans?â he managed to get out without stuttering. It was sweet, the way he got flustered around you.
âUh, nothing big, just with some friends-â
âDo you wanna go? With me, I mean?â
You blink. You werenât expecting anything so soon, especially not a dance.Â
âYea, sure. Iâd like that.â you smiled softly as you felt your own cheeks begin to warm.
You find Sam near the exit. Heâs leaning against the wall, phone in hand, pretending to scroll.
âHey,â you start. âIâm sorry, I know we were gonna go as a group, but get thisâ ethan just asked me out.â your heart was still stammering from the moment. He could see the pure happiness on your face. He knew this was what you wanted, what youâd never admit you dreamed of. Hopeless romantics, am I right?
âDonât worry about it, geek,â he cuts in, forcing a grin. âIâll still have Corey and Nat. You, go to the dance with Ethan."
You laugh awkwardly. âYou sure?â
âPositive.â
You hug him before you turned to the door. âYou coming?â
âYea Iâll be there in a sec. Just gotta grab something from my lockerâ
You nodded before you walked out the door. His smile drops from his face the second you turn. He couldnât stand the thought of another guy being the one to make your wish come true, but he knew it meant a lot to you, so heâd take it if it meant he could see you smile.
Itâs saturday evening, the big day. Youâre in front of the mirror with Nat, curling the last strand of your hair. The air is thick with the smell of hairspray and victoria's secret perfume.
âOmg babes, you look so good right nowâ she says. âEthanâs totally gonna get a hard on when he sees you.â
You laugh, but it sounds shaky. âEw Nat, youâre so gross-â
âGrossly right- come on, I told you he was gonna ask. No one uses that many emojis ever unless theyâve gotta thing for you.â
âI was getting scared he wasnât gonna ask-â you said as you brushed the last of your curls out.
âWell he did- now you wonât be stuck pretending like you wouldnât rather be slow dancing to a song while you were with usâ she teases.
âDonât say that- I wouldâve been happy either way.â
Meanwhile, across town, Samâs tugging at his tie in Coreyâs room.
âDude, youâre gonna strangle yourself,â Corey says as he fixes his own.
âIâm fine, but even if I did- would that be so bad? Donât even wanna go to this stupid dance.â If he was trying to act like he was unbothered, he was doing a really bad job at it right now.
âYou canât be mad at Ethan cause he had the balls to do what you couldnâtâŚâ Corey said as he dabbed his cologne on.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â Sam snapped back.
âNothing man, nothing.â
After they were done, they drove over to pick up Nat. You were already outside with Ethan and a corsage around your wrist by the time they pulled up. The second the car stopped, Samâs eyes found you. The porch light was hitting your hair perfectly, illuminating the soft frame around your face it created, and his throat went dry.
Ethan grins at him. âNice jacket, man.â
âYeah. You too.â
Thatâs it. Thatâs the whole exchange. But Sam feels the words stick in his chest like needles.
The gym looked different with all the fairy lights and hand-painted banners hanging around it. You could feel the bass of the music through your chest. Ethan went to go grab you two some punch as you waited by the bleachers. You thought youâd be more excited than this. You were trying to enjoy the night, but couldnât understand why you felt kinda, empty. Ethanâs niceâsafeâbut it doesnât feel like how the movies show it. Not even close.
Across the room, Samâs with Corey, laughing too loud, trying to look unbothered as he glances over at you and your date. Failing to hide the clench of his jaw.
Then a slow song starts.
Ethan holds out his hand. âCare to dance, milady?â
You let out an awkward laugh and nod. He pulls you in close, hand on your waist, other holding your hand to guide you. The world softens, just a little, but itâs not what you thought it would be. His hand is warm, sure, but it doesnât send that spark everyone talks about. You should feel the butterflies by now, but you donât. Is something wrong with you? Why donât you feel anything?
Your gaze starts to drift.
Samâs standing by the doors, hands in his pockets, eyes locked on you. The second you met his stare, your heart stuttered and everything seemed as if it was moving in slow mo.
Thatâs it. That's the feeling. The one youâve been waiting for.
Heâs the first to look away before you see him back out through the doors.
After the dance, Ethan drops you off at your house. You could hear the faint buzz of the porch light as he brought you up the stairs. You smiled, told him you had fun. Itâs almost true. He asks for a kiss goodnight, and you agree. It was sweet, simple. Kind of like those old school movies, only without the feelings.
Inside, youâre taking down your hair, heart still racingâbut not for the reason you think.
Somewhere across town, Samâs sitting on the hood of Coreyâs car, staring at nothing. He exhales slowly, pretending that the burn in his chest was just from the smoke. But itâs not, and he knows that.
a/n- yvie try not to self-insert level IMPOSSIBLE. little later than I'd like, but hope you guys likeee! i was indeed doing those superman jeans...
Note- Hi, its been a long time since I've written anything. I made this new blog just to put this here. Please be kind. This is just a cheesy Clone wars era Anakin x reader fic.
POV: You and Anakin are both Jedi fighting in the Clone Wars for the Republic. You've been friends for a few years now, and suddenly, start to get closer. This fic is SFW for now.
Word count: roughly 2000
(Chapter 2)
(Chapter 3)
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The temple is quiet, golden rays of the evening Coruscant sunset pouring through large hallway windows. After finishing a deep meditation session, you walk towards the hangar bay. Maybe in hopes to encounter your astromech droid and get to work on some after-hours repairs, but truthfully, your meditation session has you feeling too contemplative to focus on such a menial task. The war has been weighing on you, your purpose among the Jedi coming into your own question. Is this where you're meant to be?Â
Just then, you're knocked out of deep thought by running into a familiar face. Anakin.
Anakin tilts his head slightly, a half-smile tugging at his lips as his blue eyes meet yours. "Hey, (y/n), where have you been lately?" His arms cross and his weight shifts in a failed attempt to seem casual, hiding the warmth behind his words.Â
For a moment you're too caught-off-guard to speak, trying to collect yourself you ramble out a quick, "oh- I- y'know- missions." You look down and rub the back of your neck, clearly embarrassed by your inattention.Â
"Yeah?" He chuckles, "I can tell. You have that same tired look in your eyes that I get after too many missions. What's weighing on you?"
You smile at him, almost automatically. "That obvious, huh?"
He chuckles, lightheartedly, there's warmth in his tone, "C'mon, you know I can feel it. You try to hide behind that bright smile of yours, but I know you better than that."
"Always trying to use your Jedi intuition to get in my head, huh, Anakin?" You say with a teasing laugh, smiling up at him.
He smirks, a low chuckle slipping out as he straightens his posture slightly, his arms still crossed, "Maybe I am," his tone is playful, and there's that unmistakable glint in his eyes, half challenge and half amusement, "but you make it pretty easy y'know, you wear your thoughts like a holovid."
You laugh softly, shaking your head at him.Â
"Besides, it's not the Force giving you away," he grins, softer now, but with that same steady confidence in his voice, "I've just learned how to read you."
You smile at him with a small sigh of what almost seems like defeat.
Letting your facade fall, you speak softly, "I don't know. I feel somewhat lost amongst all this chaos lately- I dont think I need advice or help or anything like that right now-," you pause for a moment, breathing deeply, before continuing, "but maybe a distraction would be nice?"Â
You look up at him again, your eyes and voice full of earnestness and honesty, âWhatâre you doing right now?â
Anakin glances towards the hangar bay where the faint hum of starfighters echoes in the distance, âI was just working on my ship- again.â He chuckles lightly, âCanât seem to leave her alone. Thereâs always some tuning to do, some adjustments to make.â
His gaze flicks back to you, âBut if you need a distractionâŚâ the mischief that always gleams in his expression returning, â...I could use some company. You know your way around a hydrospanner?â
Your face lights up with a smile, âIâm not much of an engineer but Iâm always down to hangout with you in the bay.âÂ
His grin widens, âThatâs what I like to hear.â And you both start towards the hangar.Â
Anakin gestures for you to follow him to his starfighter, the steel hull gleaming under the soft bay lights. You lean against the hull as he begins rummaging through tools and parts before starting on his ship. He crouches beside the ship, opening a panel. His eyes narrow with focus and purpose, the way they always do when heâs building or tinkering with things.Â
âYou need help?â You offer tentatively.
âNah, you just being here makes it better.â He glances back at you for a moment, tools in hand, âBesides, I like the quiet company. ItâsâŚâ he turns back to the panel, â...different when youâre around. Calmer.â
He pauses, a faint smudge of grease streaking his cheek as he looks up at you again, âYou ever notice how the hangar feels almost alive at night? The hum, the echoesâitâs like the whole place is breathing. Makes it easier to forget the rest of the galaxy for a while.â
You chuckle, âI donât think anything on Coruscant truly ever sleeps...â you pause looking out towards the evening skyline, â...makes the rest of the galaxy seem so quiet.â
âYouâre right,â he straightens, wiping grease onto his gloves before leaning back beside you on the hull, âthis planet never stops moving- ships taking off, people shouting orders, droids whirring around. Itâs like the whole place runs on restlessness.â Anakin lets out a low laugh, almost under his breath.Â
Your gaze doesn't break from the skyline past the hangar bay doors, âSometimes I envy the quiet out there. The way the stars just⌠hang, untouched. No noise, no orders, no one trying to tell you what youâre supposed to be. Just you, and the silence.â
You look back towards him, meeting his eyes when he speaks softly, âI get that.â Anakinâs expression softens, his usual edge melting away as he looks at you. For a moment, the constant hum of the hangar seems to fade into the background. âBut then again⌠maybe the noise isnât so bad, as long as youâve got someone to share it with.âÂ
âThanks for distracting me, Anakin, itâs really helping my head.â you confess, breaking eye contact for a moment.Â
âHey⌠that means more than you know.â He gives you a small, almost shy smile- rare for him. âI donât always feel like I do much good outside of a cockpit or a fight. So if just talking helps you, even a little⌠then Iâm glad.â
He studies you for a moment, his voice gentler now, âYouâve got this light about you. Even when you donât see it yourself, itâs there. Kind of makes it easier for me to breathe, too.â Then he chuckles, nudging you to lighten the moment. âGuess that makes us even then- helping each otherâs brains out.â
Your cheeks warm with a soft pink blush and you giggle back at him. Anakin notices this, his grin deepening with that mischievous spark returning to his eyes. âWhat?â He laughs, tilting his head slightly, âDid I catch you off guard?âÂ
You smile at him, âI never know what to expect with you, Anakin.â
He leans a little closer, lowering his voice teasingly. âYou know, itâs kind of nice seeing you smile like that. The galaxy doesnât give us many reasons to, lately.â His gaze lingers for a heartbeat too long before he looks away, moving to busy himself with a tool from the workbench.
âAnywayâŚâ He clears his throat, trying to sound casual again, ââŚif youâre going to hang around, I might just have to show you how to actually use one of these hydrospanners. Think you can handle that?âÂ
âSure, why not?â you laugh, âI manage to keep up with most everything else you throw at me.â
Anakin laughs quietly, that warm, low sound that always carries a bit of disbelief and admiration. âOh, I donât doubt that for a second.â He steps closer, handing you the hydrospanner, his fingers brushing yours for just a moment.Â
âAlright, see this connector here?â He points toward a cluster of wires inside the open panel, âJust tighten it until you feel it catchâdonât force it. The shipâs temperamental, like her pilot.â He glances up at you, smirking.
You roll your eyes teasingly, before tightening the connector with a confident click from the part. You look back up at him, searching for approval in his expression.
He smiles, âYou make it look easy. Maybe I should start worrying you'll replace me in the next flight rotation.âÂ
You chuckle, standing before him, âGods- you know I prefer it on the ground.â then grin cockily at him with a bold wink, âThat doesnât mean I couldn't though.â
Anakin laughs, the sound slipping out before he can stop himself. He shakes his head, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he leans an elbow on the shipâs hull. He chuckles softly, eyes glinting with playful challenge. âYouâd fit right in with the pilots if you ever decided to change your mind. Maybe even give me a run for my credits.â
He steps a little closer, lowering his voice as though heâs sharing a secret, âBut honestly? I kind of like that youâd rather stay grounded. Thereâs something⌠steady about you.â
You try to look away towards the skyline again, in hopes of hiding another deep blush. But the energy between you two is so captivating, you can barely break the eye contact.
He smirks again, trying to lighten the air before it gets too heavy. âStill, if you ever do decide to take the controls, Iâll be the first one in the co-pilotâs seat- just to make sure you donât show me up too badly.â
You laugh heartily, rolling your eyes again, the teasing tone returning despite how flustered he made you just a moment prior. âHow could I show up Thee Anakin Skywalker?âÂ
Anakin puts a hand dramatically over his heart, pretending to look wounded. âThee Anakin Skywalker, huh? Now thatâs a title I could get used to.â He grins, but thereâs a warmth behind the teasing- like heâs savoring the banter, just as you are.
He leans back against the starfighter, crossing his arms with that easy confidence of his, âCareful, though. Keep talking like that and people are gonna start thinking you actually like having me around.â He tilts his head, eyes catching yours with a playful spark.
âHey, I do like having you around!â You say with a smile and a gentle nudge to his arm, almost hurt by the accusation that you wouldnât. âI don't care what anyone says, youâre one of my favorite friends, just don't tell AshokaâŚâ You continue to beam at the thought of his Padawan, one of your dearest and closest friends. Anakin laughs softly when you nudge him, the sound genuine, almost boyish, âOh, Iâm definitely telling Ahsoka now.â He smirks, but the teasing doesnât quite hide the warmth in his voice. âThough⌠I think sheâd be glad to hear it. Sheâs always saying I need more friends who can tolerate me for more than five minutes.â
âAndâŚâ he bumps your shoulder lightly, âyouâre one of my favorites too.â
âBesides,â he moves back to his toolbench, âif Ahsoka asks, Iâll just tell her we were- uh- discussing hydrospanner calibration techniques. Very serious Jedi business.â
You straighten your posture with a mocking salute, âAh, yes- very serious Jedi business with General Skywalker, ofcourse.âÂ
 Anakin canât help but laugh- a real, bright laugh that echoes off the steel bay walls. He mock-sighs, shaking his head as he watches your overly serious salute. âAt ease, soldier.â He says it with a grin, âYouâre going to make me sound like I actually know what Iâm doing.â
You laugh, and step closer to him, âAre you busy the rest of the night?â
He glances toward the far end of the hangar, where the shadows stretch long across the floor. A few droids hum in the distance, but most of the base has quieted down. He shakes his head, turning back to you with a small grin, âNot unless you count pretending to do maintenance while avoiding my reports as âbusyâ.âÂ
He leans a little closer, voice softer now, âWhy? You have something in mind?â
This is the second part to the series Iâm writing. Lmk what yall think!! What I should write etc.
Part 1
chapter 2
grievances
anakins pov
âMaster, do we really need to work with her?â Ashoka, my young padawan asked. She's a young Togruta with orange skin, white facial markings, and blue-and-white striped lekku and montrals (the head-tails and horns distinctive to her species).
âyes snips.â I say aggravated.
âBut I hear sheâs so boring and rude. I don't understand why we need to work with her!?â she exclaims. I agree with her, I don't see why we need a babysitter. However, I am inclined to agree with the council. I've recently learned to pick my battles with them.
âI don't know snips. Here she comes now. Be polite,â I ordered. She rolls her eyes and gives me a condescending smile.
âHi, itâs really nice to meet you guys. Iâm sorry I'm a little late.â y/n gave a small apologetic smile. She looked disheveled, her hair was still damp from I'm assuming her shower, her robes were wrinkled, and she looked like she had leftover makeup under her eyes. Was this really the jedi that was supposed to babysit me? I don't need her.
âYeah, donât make a habit of it. Let's finish loading up this ship so we can get this over with,â I say shortly. I walk past her, my shoulder just barely missing hers. For someone so highly regarded she is completely unprofessional. So far I'm the one babysitting her. She better live up to her reputation.
The clones helped us load the ship, Rex, my captain always made sure my wants were done before i even said them. He's a great soldier, and an even better man. the ship was small, enough for six: 3 jedi and 3 soldiers. as i made my way to the cockpit i see y/n putting but the controller in my pilotâs chair. She mustâve heard me come in because she started speaking to me almost immediately.
âI'm putting in the coordinates. donât worry iâm not gonna steal the pilotâs chair generalâ she responds. I swear she could almost read my mind. I don't respond. I walk over and look at the numbers.
âthese are wrongâ i inform, âstep aside and iâll put them in.â I am about to stand beside her and move her out of my way when she retorts: âno, they are correctâ. I scoff. âno they arenâtâ.
She stands abruptly. her eyes peering into mine, a mix of distaste and annoyance. âFine. then you do itâ turns on her heels and walks out the cockpit. thank the force. I cannot stand her. I type the coordinates and realize she was right.
I brush it off and continue to set up the ship to take off. The flight crew on the tarmac gives me a signal that I am good to take off. I hear the door open and can feel snips walk in. She plops in the copilot chair. âThis is going to be a nightmare.â she states plainly.
âyeah no kidding.â I respond, raising the ship and flying to our destination: Predorea.
The whole flight I could feel y/nâs emotions. Every single one. Most was fear, which I couldnât understand why. She is a jedi, and this is a simple mission. Maybe she isnât all that her reputation precedes her. I wouldnât be surprised because currently she isnât living up to it. Then, her mood changes to happiness, I can hear her cackling in the hallway. I turn on autopilot and see what in hell sheâs laughing about. As soon as I step out, I see Rex animatedly telling a story to her. As soon as Rex sees me he straightens up.
âGeneral Skywalker, I didnât see you there.â
âPrepare for landing, we will be arriving in an hourâ
Rex nods silently and walks away, not before giving y/n a smile. She smiles back.
âYou know,Rex is so funny! He was telling me a story about you,him and Ahsoka on some mission with a giant worm.â she says breathlessly, wiping tears from her eyes.
âYeah, hilarious.â
âyeahâŚâ she says awkwardly, âIâm going to go find something to do.â With that, she gets up and walks away.
âyou were right about the coordinates,â I say. almost silently. I hate swallowing my pride, I hate being wrong.
âoh uhm okayâ she says with a small smile and walks away.
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