⋆. 𐙚 ˚ So Highschool,

I’m gonna pack my things (and leave you behind)

summary: You’re five years old when Darth Vader kills your mom. Or — so you think — your parents.

pairing: han solo x skywalker!reader (eventually), platonic skywalker family x reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: so many feelings, reader's anakin and padme's daighter, also she's a itty bitty haunted by the force, anakin and padme die but it’s not really explored much (yet), mentions of childbirth, nightmares, mentions of anakin’s demise on mustafar, one swear word i think

author's note: I know y'all want an update on the heir and the wolf and that the star wars fandom is as dead as pope francis but PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE 🙏🙏🙏 this is for the 2 people that said they would read it lmao

divider from @saradika

You’re four years old when your mum comes back to your apartment on Coruscant with the happy news. 

She nears your room, where you're trying to screw back together a toy lightsaber that you somehow managed to dissect — tongue sticking out of your mouth, a concentrated pout prominent on your face. You’re really your father’s daughter, she ponders sometimes, thinking back to that blonde boy on the sand planet that managed to build a whole robot with scraps. The nurse droid, RO-N4, is dutifully watching your work, assuring that you don’t hurt yourself in the process and hinting at the pieces that should go back together; she raises her head when she sees that Padmé has returned. 

You jump up when you notice her, running to give her a big hug, almost making her lose her balance; but she’s used to it, and wastes no time in hoisting you on her hip. The robot stands up, ready to gently reprimand you, but your mother gingerly shoos her away with a smile. “Why don’t you go out with Threepio on a walk? I’ll stay here with her. We have something to discuss.” she winks at you, “Some serious girl talk to do, am I right?”

You giggle — that childish, innocent laugh that makes hours of relentless debates in the Senate worth going through — rubbing your cheek against hers. “Yeah! I have shoooo many things to tell you, mama!” 

The robots follow the senator’s suggestion, stumbling their way out of the door, and you soon go back to the area dedicated to your toys to show her your hard work. “Look, mama!” you’re basically jumping up and down in joy, holding up the pieces of the once toy lightsaber. “This is the cyber crystal–”

“Kyber crystal, sweetie.” 

“Ky-ber crystal. And then this is the one part of the handle with the switch–”

You could go on and ramble for hours, she thinks. She’d happily listen to all and any of your thoughts and wonders and never get tired from it. Soon enough, Padmé’s lying down on the soft sponge puzzle pieces of the playmat that serve to prevent any possible injury from falling over. We’ll need to change those soon, she thinks absentmindedly, she’s already grown out of the always-falling-over phase. 

She isn’t sure of how much time passes; at some point your ramblings slow and you scoot closer to her, sniggling in her lap. “Mama,” you mumble, yawning. “‘m so happy that you’re here. I missed you a lot today.”

Her heart breaks. A hand carding through your locks, she smiles sadly, “I know, sweetie, I’m sorry that mama has to work so much. But I promise it’s just so that once you grow up you will be able to live in a peaceful Galaxy, without ever worrying about learning how to fight like your papa.”

You perk up. “But I wanna be like papa when I grow up.”

She shakes her head, feigning her best scandalized expression. “How dare you? What am I, chopped liver?” she takes you in her arms and blows raspberries in your cheeks, making you squeal and thrash around. “Nooo! Don’t, mama, it’s ticklish!” 

“What about being a senator, mh?” she offers, not unkindly. “We can fight too, you know.” She puts on her best imitation of Palpatine and presses a matter of utmost importance, “Senator Skywalker, what do you think we should have for dinner as of today?” 

Your chuckle makes your little chest rumble against her belly. Your surname is not Skywalker — it is Amidala, often Naberrie when on Naboo, but never have your parents referred to you as that; they mostly leave it out when asked, avoiding the question but never stating either the truth or the cover-up. There’s still hope to change the Order, Anakin always says, that one day she can wear my surname without it causing a scandal. And Padmé believes him: and she believes that when the time comes, you’ll be rightly known as Senator Skywalker. 

Suddenly, you go quiet. “I want papa,” you whisper it like it’s forbidden — it kind of is, but you shouldn’t know that. Padmé’s heart breaks a little again. Anakin was sent out on a mission two weeks ago and hasn’t even been able to keep in touch ever since, making you miss him terribly. 

She laughs as softly as she can — she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. “No can do, sweetie. Papa isn’t due to be home in at least another three days, but I’m sure that once he’s here he’ll be elated to spend some time with you. Besides, you can’t eat papa for dinner.” she rests her cheek on her hand, patting the free space next to her. “Until he comes back, it’s just you and me. What would you like to do tomorrow? I have no Senate meetings.” 

You scoot closer, lying down on the spot she just patted, curling against her chest, “Can we see Ahsoka, then?” 

She chuckles a little quieter now. Her and Anakin still don't know how to explain to you that she left the Order a while ago and has no intention on returning to Coruscant any time soon. “Ahsoka’s away like papa, honey. But I’m sure that once she comes back, she’ll be just as happy as he will to spend time with you.” 

She smooths your hair back, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, pressing her hand up and down your back. She wonders how good of a sister you’ll be; and even if she knows you’ll be wonderful with the new baby, she still can’t bring herself to say it out loud. “How about I make some shaak meat and then get you prepared for a good bubble bath?”

You look up at her, pouting, “But I’m big now! Do I really have to bathe?” 

Padmé bursts out laughing. “You’ll have to clean yourself your whole life, sweetheart, to hopefully not smell like a bantha.”

You huff, glaring at her. “Papa barely even showers.”

“Papa stinks. He was raised on a planet with barely any water and still considers showers optional. Do you ever hear me tell him how I love his perfume? No, that’s because he doesn’t use any. You hear me sending him to sleep on the couch because he smells terribly, though.” 

You end up eating your dinner — vegetables included — without a fuss and going to take your bath like a champ. Somewhere along that timespan both the nurse droid and C-3PO came back home to be of help in cleaning the kitchen as Padmé prepares you for bed, lying down next to you and reading to you one of the stories in the hologram that Anakin bought on one of his last missions. 

MId-story, she notices you get eerily silent. She carefully turns her head, trying to understand if you’re already sleeping, only to find you more awake than her, eyes open wide. “Is… is everything alright, sweetie?” she asks, a bit bewildered– just a moment ago, you looked like you were about to fall asleep, and now you look like you’re ready to fight everything that could be thrown at you. 

“Mama,” you whisper it like it’s a secret, “I just remembered. How are they?”

She blinks, confused. “Who?”

“The twins,” you say, “Luke and Leia.” you pat her belly as if to state the obvious. 

She looks at you, horrified — she found out she was pregnant today, and no droid or doctor mentioned twins. “I– sweetheart, what?”

You lean your head, confused. “I saw them yesterday in a dream. They asked me about you.” 

Her heart almost stops. She laughs nervously, looking at you with wide eyes, expecting you to say something about the weird and absolutely not real dream that you had, but instead you just stare at her, completely serious. “What… what do you mean?” 

You frown. “If you don’t know, then I can’t help you. Nighty night.” you tuck yourself under the covers and curl above her chest once again, sighing happily. 

Padmé’s heart feels heavy. It’s happening again– you murmur something about having had a dream, say something even more alarming, then completely ignore what you just said and act like nothing happened. It’s getting worrying — Padmé managed to get you out of the Jedi program last year just because of her status as senator, but she is sure that this year, she won’t be as lucky. The quantity of midi-chlorians in your blood can’t be hid, unfortunately, and in probably less than a year she will be forced to give you up to the Temple. 

Anakin’s sure you will make a great Jedi, but your mother’s worried — and how can she not be? Her husband’s more away than he is at home, and with the war going on, it’s already a miracle he manages to visit Coruscant. The fact that you seem to possess your father’s horrifying ability to dream about possible futures doesn’t ease her worries. 

“I’m just worried about her–” 

“But why? She’s young, she’ll be trained–”

“She will, but I don’t want her to be haunted by the thoughts of possible futures and whatnot.”

It’s late. You’ve already gone to bed, shushed by Anakin’s stories and anecdotes from his latest mission, and even if this should be a carefree and happy moment because her husband has managed to come back home unscathed again– your mother just can’t get something out of her head. 

Anakin huffs and puts his hands on his waist, looking at Padmé like she’s crazy — there it is, where you got your attitude from. “I can always call one of the Temple guards and tell them that there’s a Force-sensitive kid here. They can train her until I can take her as Padawan; it’ll take, what? Six, seven years? Hopefully I’ll be done with the war by that time and will be able to focus on her as my padawan.” 

His wife crosses her arms, glaring at him, “I don’t want her as your padawan,” she grits out, “I want her safe, here, where we can have a decent relationship and she won’t be stripped away from my arms.”

He leans his head and raises an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I can’t make her dreams go away. I don’t even know how to make my nightmares go. But at the Temple, they can teach her how to control them, how to use them for her own good– for the Order’s and the Republic’s own good–”

“You say that just because you wouldn’t have any problems in seeing her,” she sniffs, “you’ll be a welcome, familiar presence in the Temple — but it is known that they don’t let anyone outside of the Jedi enter.” 

His shoulders drop, and he starts shaking his head. “Padmé…”

“Don’t. Don’t tell me that we have to give her up to the Temple, because I don’t want to and I won’t–”

“But we’ll have to, Padmé, they’ll teach her everything she’ll ever need and–” 

She bursts out crying. It might be the pregnancy, or the fact that she still hasn’t told him about it and it’s eating her alive, but she’s much more emotional than usual. “I don’t want them to take her away from me!” 

Anakin’s eyes soften, his posture breaks, “Oh, dear,” he mutters, pulling her in his arms and letting her cry out in his chest. “It’ll be alright,” he murmurs, lips pressed to her head, “we’ll find a solution for everything.” He still doesn’t know when or how, but he’ll try with everything he has to solve this situation to the best of his ability.

He had honestly thought Padmé was exaggerating when she said that you were having visions, probably thinking it was just baby babbling or something, but he is proven wrong that same night, when he is abruptly woken up by the sound of the door of their bedroom opening. 

“Papa?” you call out from the doorstep, voice sleepy. 

He manages to get himself out of bed — when he’s home, night duty is always on him, as Padmé already deals with it enough while he’s away — and, yawning, he walks off to you and kneels down to your level, sending a glance to your bantha plushie safely tucked under your elbow. “What is it, sweetheart?” 

Blank stare on your part, you look at him like a war veteran would. “You were being burned, papa.” 

He blinks and counts to five before accepting that it’s way too late in the night — or early in the morning, he has no idea — to deal with this type of shit. “Okay, listen– how about we go catch some fresh air outside, hm?” 

You let him pick you up without any protests, curling up in his arms as you whimper quietly. He drags his feet along the pavement of the apartment, sliding open the door to the terrace that overlooks the whole city; it’s like it never sleeps, always someone going around and about with their speeders, lights often left on in the apartments below. The night air sends a chill down his spine and he instinctively holds you tighter in hopes to shield you from the cold. 

“Mum told me about these dreams you’ve been having,” he starts slowly. 

You hum, pressing closer to him, the plushie squashed between you two. Your eyes look tired, almost older than you actually are, and his heart squeezes at the sight. “Papa, do you know Darth Vader?”

His heart skips a beat. He knows no Vader, surely not a Sith named like that, but the fact that you dreamed about it almost makes his knees buckle. He mentally promises himself to make some digging in the archives and reports for any Vaders that might be hiding out there. “I don’t, sweetheart. Do you?” 

Your brows furrow, your little hand patting the skin above his heart. “I don’t think I do.” 

He presses his lips into a thin line. “Well, what does he do in your dreams?”

Your frown deepens. “I never see him. But Obi-Wan’s afraid of him– or, or angry at him, I’m not sure. Maybe both.” 

His frown mirrors yours. You’ve never met Obi-Wan aside from a time or two when he was assigned as bodyguard to your mother, but that was years ago; you shouldn’t be able to remember him. “How do you know who Obi-Wan is, sweetheart?” 

You stare at him like he’s stupid. “Isn’t he a friend?”

“I mean, I guess he is, but you’ve never actually met him, have you?”

“Then I think I will.” you cuddle back on his shoulder like nothing happened. 

Yeah, we gotta send this one to the Temple, he bitterly thinks. The thought of your mother alone in this apartment after years of having you around makes him sad, but there’s no one else apart from the masters there that could help you — he would try to, if the war wasn’t stripping him of all of his free time. 

Anakin has no time to properly train you. As of now, he could manage to give you chopped notions and barely any principles; in the Temple, all the Jedi solely focus on the younglings’ training, a luxury he can’t afford right now. 

She’s still so young, Padmé’s voice rings in his head, I don’t want her to forget about me. 

Six years old might be already too old for a youngling, Anakin ponders, but five years old would be perfect. They still accept kids that age. 

Another birthday for Padmé, he decides, another birthday and then off to the Temple she goes. 

Except, he doesn’t know there’s no time for another birthday. Not for Padmé, anyways. Nor for him, too, some could argue. 

“Papa,” you mumble, “could you sing me that lullaby?”

He chuckles affectionately. “Aren’t you getting a little too old for that?” He teases, with no actual intent in ever stopping to sing Ghost Star to you. You could be forty and him on his deathbed and, if you asked, he’d still sing it for you. “Ghost star, wonder where you are; Ghost star, are you very far? All night long, I will sing your song, if you watch over me…”

You do end up properly meeting Obi-Wan. That is, unfortunately, after — for what you know — both your parents die. 

The air in the spacecraft is eerily still, as even C-3PO is stunned to silence. The tears on your cheeks have long since dried, and you keep fidgeting with a small, faintly glowing cube in your hands  — the only thing you managed to take with you when your mother loaded you into the spaceship directed to Mustafar. She’s — was, was, was — able to open it, but you still have no idea how to do it; your father promised he would have taught you to, but… well. He now never will. 

The cries from the med bay stopped a while ago. And while you’re still so young, you know that the silence means nothing good. You might not be a master of the Force, or know enough about it to understand fully what it means, but you’ve felt it — your mother’s presence slipping away in favor of two smaller ones. 

Finally, after a time that seems never-ending, Obi-Wan emerges from the door connecting the hallway with the infirmary, his expression full of sorrow. He looks surprised by your calmness, almost as if he had expected you to have gone crazy by now. “Hi,” he breathes lowly, tired and remorseful. How do you tell a kid her mother’s dead when just a few hours ago you had to break the same type of news about her father? 

After he understands that you’re not going to reply, he gets closer and kneels in front of you, taking note of the cube you’re holding in your hands — a holocron. Does she know how to open it, yet? “Hey, kid,” he tries as softly as he can, “I…”

“Mama’s gone, isn’t she?” You interrupt him. Obi-Wan almost stumbles; the look in your eyes is scaringly similar to the one Anakin had sometimes, strangely old for your age. “I felt her slipping away like papa did.” 

His lips are pressed into a thin line as he puts a hand on your shoulder. “I’m really sorry,” he says it even though he knows it won’t change anything. “We tried everything, but even the medical droid had no idea what to do.”

“Oh,” C-3PO mumbles as R2-D2 beeps sadly. “This– this is horrendous news.” 

You nod absentmindedly, like you’d seen it coming. “Are Luke and Leia okay?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Who?”

“The twins. Are they okay?”

As even Padmé looked surprised by the fact she was having twins, he wonders how in the world you knew and gave them names. Your mother left no names behind, and he had thought about just naming them after your parents, but if you already had names picked out… then it’s not his place to name your siblings, is it?

“They are.” C-3PO sighs in relief as R2-D2 lets out a happier beep. “Would you like to see them?” 

You nod timidly, almost stumbling as you stand up from the chair you sat in and taking Obi-Wan’s hand when he offers it to you. You’re still gripping on the holocron like a lifeline, its dim glow faltering every now and then. “Do you know what that is?” He asks, pointing at it as the door to the infirmary opens. 

You glance at it, unsure. “Dunno. Mama always played the hologram inside when I missed papa, but I tried opening it and it didn’t work.”

If Padmé managed to open it, then Anakin must’ve programmed the holocron so that the Force frequency needed to open it was small enough that she could play it; even if you were a prodigy like your father, though, it would be impossible for you to open it without directions or a minimal training. 

The nurse-droid your mother brought with her is feeding some milk to one of the twins when you enter — Obi-Wan guesses she might have had it with her the whole time, because he doesn’t remember this ship having such a thing as baby formula in its stocks. 

RO-N4 places the infant back in the cot with the other twin as soon as they burp, and since you’re still too short to properly look at them Obi-Wan has to take you in his arms for you to have a good peek. 

“This is Leia,” he murmurs softly, pointing at the baby with small tufts of brown hair. “She was born first.” He then points to the smaller, uglier and balder twin, “And this is Luke; he was born right after.”

You coo, pushing your index finger against Luke’s cheek. “They’re so ugly,” you state, not exactly with the intent of insulting them– just saying what’s in your mind. 

Obi-Wan chuckles fondly. “Well, I’m sure you were at least as ugly as them when you were this little. Pretty much everyone is.”

You turn to him, holocron still in hand, hesitantly nudging it to him. “Mister Obi,” you say, calling him with the nickname that later on will stick to him for pretty much your entire time spent with him, “do you know how to play this?”

He nods, taking the holocron in his hand and changing his hold on you so that he can use his other hand while still keeping you upright, “This is a holocron. It’s used by Force users to store information and files, and it opens if infused with the Force. Let’s see…” 

He concentrates on the cube, focusing a small amount of Force within it, then delicately twists the corners as it starts to glow steadier. Just as he expected — the smallest amount of Force that even Padmé could’ve been able to conjure up. The holocron starts to float, projecting a hologram in the dim-lit room. 

It starts with Anakin, clearly just knighted as a proper Jedi: he’s still a bit scrawny, his hair’s yet to grow after the braid and the small ponytail for padawans had been cut. He looks a bit embarrassed to be in front of the camera as a small baby’s cries echo in the recording. “Do I really have to do this?” He mutters. 

A laugh comes from the side, and the baby’s cries get louder — maybe closer to the camera. “Of course you do!” It’s Padmé’s voice, amused but clearly tired, stabbing directly into Obi-Wan's heart. That poor, poor girl… “It’s the only way she’ll stop crying, and since you’re mostly off-world, she’s mostly crying. This will solve a lot of my problems — even the droids are starting to go mad.” 

A pair of arms and a swoosh of a dress appear to the side, and suddenly a crying infant is trusted into Anakin’s hands. It’s you, his master realises, crying as if the world’s about to end, face all red and pudgy, definitely a bit less ugly than your siblings. Your father’s eyes soften in a way that makes Obi-Wan’s heart ultimately crumble. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, cooing and humming as he presses kisses all over your cheeks. He winces as your face contorts even more, “Now, c’mon, don’t look at me like that,”

“Please, Master, just sing the song!” It’s C-3PO’s voice in the distance, full of despair and anguish. “Another sob and the metal holding me together might just turn to rust!” R2-D2’s beeping seems to be of the same idea as him. 

Anakin huffs, glaring down at you with no real hostility. “You’re one hell of a spoiled baby, you know that?” 

Your cries continue nonetheless. He glares at the camera. “Padmé, I love you, but if anyone else ever sees this, I’m divorcing you,” 

“You would never,” your mother’s knowing voice is a mere rumble in the distance as Anakin settles to hold you tight to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead before starting to sing. 

“Ghost star, wonder where you are; Ghost star, are you very far? All night long, I will sing your song, if you watch over me. Ghost star, hiding in the night, all your friends are all so bright… when the sky is clear, I can sense you near, looking down on me. Ghost star, silent in the sky, now I start to wonder why. Show me your light; I've waited all night. Ghost star, won't you sing with me?” 

He sings the lullaby multiple times until you’re completely knocked out, dismissing Padmé when she offers to take you back to your room, preferring to keep you close for another while. His stare as he looks at you is so tender that Obi-Wan can’t believe he just had to leave him to die.

Soon enough the recording restarts, the same banter and song again, but he lets it play. Every word is a guilt trip, every laugh a stab in his chest, and the image of Anakin with a baby happily sleeping against his chest might just be the end of him. 

By the time he finally shuts the holocron off both you and the twins are passed out; he tries to convince himself that the hole in his chest isn’t gnawing away at the last bit standing of his sanity. He looks at you, carding a hand through your hair, of the same tenderness as your father but with the same curl of your mother's, and decides here and there to never tell you about what really happened on Mustafar. Not that he really had the intention to do, as of now, but… you don’t deserve to know about Vader. Obi-Wan won’t let you live with the knowledge that your father killed both himself and your mother, no. 

And so, the lie about Darth Vader killing both Senator Amidala and her loyal guard, Anakin Skywalker, who lost his life fighting for hers, is born. 

Bunny (P6)

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: this is pretty intense cause shit has offically started to go down guys. Also Bunny and Rafe- they just need to get together already and JJ and Bunny- they need to stop this malarkey cause it's making me upset :( (the plot thickens...)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs and drug dealing, strip club, naked women, lap dance, pole dancing, abusive father, harassment (implied assault)

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The bass of the club pulsed through the air, a steady thrum that matched the energy of the bodies moving under the neon lights. The haze of perfume and liquor, the blurred mix of men throwing cash they barely thought about, she felt she could slip into a rhythm and let herself forget for a few hours. But tonight, something felt... off. Not in a bad way, just different.

Rafe wasn’t here.

She hadn't seen him walk through the door, hadn’t caught his sharp blue eyes tracking her every move, hadn’t felt the weight of his presence pressing into her skin like it usually did. It was strange- unsettling even. Because for as much as she hated the way he always inserted himself into her space, she’d grown used to it. 

Expectant of it.

She scanned the room, gaze flicking over the usual faces. The regulars. The passing truckers and tourists. The men who came in throwing money around like they owned the world. But no Rafe. No smug smirk from across the room, no lazy, arrogant drawl calling her name just to piss her off.

Good. 

It was good. 

Right?

She exhaled, shaking the thought from her head as she pressed her body up against the cool metal of the pole, swaying her hips slowly from side to side. Maybe he finally got bored. Maybe he’d found someone else to bother. That would be a win for her- but she couldn't deny she found it weird, the past few days his absence had been more than noticeable. The rest of the night passed with a familiar ease. She danced, she laughed, she put on the show she always did, let greedy hands slip bills into the waistband of her outfit, letting the bass shake the floor beneath her feet until it was time to slip away. She collected her cash, shoving the crumpled bills into a paper bag like always, folding it up before stuffing it into her duffle. A pair of heels landed on top, and she yanked a hoodie over her head, the fabric swallowing her whole as she tried to disappear into herself. As she slung the bag over her shoulder and started toward the back exit, Naomi- still wearing her dainty Bambi necklace- caught sight of her from the dressing room mirror, one perfectly arched brow raising as she turned on the stool.

“Going already?”

Naomi asked, voice smooth with curiosity. Y/N sighed, adjusting the strap of her bag.

“Yeah, I’ve got my fill for the night.”

Naomi hummed knowingly, leaning an elbow against the vanity as she lazily twirled a mascara wand between her fingers.

“Mmm. Guess I can’t blame you.”

Y/N forced a small smile, already shifting her weight toward the door, but Naomi wasn’t done. She mused, the teasing in her voice unmistakable.

“Haven’t seen your little boy toy around recently...”

“He’s not my anything.”

Y/N’s shoulders tensed, and she turned just enough to give the girl a look. Naomi just smirked, eyes glinting under the warm glow of the mirror lights.

“With the amount of cash he throws at you? Girl, I’d lock in for life.”

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head as she pushed the door of the changing rooms open, “Well, he’s all yours.”

Naomi rolled her eyes playfully, but there was warmth in her gaze as she pushed off the stool and made her way over. She pulled Y/N into a soft goodbye hug, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek before cupping her face with manicured fingers.

“You okay?”

She asked, voice quieter now, like she could sense something wasn’t sitting right. Y/N exhaled, the weight of the night settling deep in her bones.

“I’m just tired Omi.”

“Go get some sleep babe.”

Naomi gave her a small, knowing smile, her thumb brushing over Y/N’s cheek lightly. Y/N returned the smile, albeit faint, before pulling away with a cheeky glint in her tired eyes.

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to do...”

“-Oh who is you—get outta here.”

Naomi scoffed, rolling her eyes. She swatted Y/N’s ass playfully as she walked out, earning a quiet laugh from her friend before the door swung shut behind her. And just like that, she was back in the night air, exhaling into the quiet.

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The door creaked open, and the dim glow of the kitchen light was the first thing Y/N noticed as she stepped inside. The smell of food hit her nose, and when she looked up, there was JJ, standing in the kitchen, biting into a sandwich, his jaw clenching as he chewed. His eyes flicked up to her, but he didn’t say anything at first. Just watched as she walked in like she was a stranger in her own home. She greeted, voice tentative.

“Hey”

JJ hummed in response, barely pausing his chewing as he shoved another bite in his mouth. She ignored the tension sitting thick in the air and walked past him, heading straight to her room. She dumped her duffle bag onto the bed before peeking into their dad’s room. The bed was unmade, but the room was empty, and that made her feel just a little lighter. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with him tonight. She padded back into the kitchen, her fingers already tugging at the fridge door handle, but the second she opened it, disappointment settled deep in her stomach.

Almost empty.

Of course it was.

A slow exhale left her lips, and she rubbed a tired hand over her face. She was going to have to go food shopping- again. For now, she just grabbed a bottle of water, shutting the fridge with a quiet sigh. She pulled out a chair opposite him, the legs scraping against the worn kitchen floor as she sat down. JJ was now sitting at the table, his sandwich halfway gone, eyes flicking up to her before focusing back on his food. Y/N rested her elbows on the table, rolling the cool bottle of water between her palms. “So…” she started, trying to keep things light, normal.

“What have you been up to?”

JJ barely looked up, “Not much.”

Her lips pressed together at his flat tone, “Saw Kie lately?”

“Yeah.”

She took a slow sip of her water, studying him, “How are JB and Sarah?”

JJ just shrugged.

She exhaled quietly, tapping her fingers against the bottle. He was obviously annoyed with her- she could feel it in the way his words were clipped, how he wasn’t even really looking at her. And it wasn’t fair. He didn’t get it. Didn’t get why she was always out, why she barely came home, why she was constantly exhausted. She was doing this for him. For both of them.

It stung.

“What’s wrong, huh?”

Y/N finally asked her voice soft, tilting her head as she studied him. JJ just rolled his eyes, pushing back from the table. He grabbed his empty plate, dumping it into the sink with a clatter before turning away from her. She watched as he made his way toward his room, not saying a word, not even sparing her a glance.

“Don’t walk away when I’m speaking to you JJ”

She called after him, her voice sharper now. He stopped in his tracks, turning just enough to shoot her an unimpressed look.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you my mom now, or—”

“Excuse me?” she cut in, her jaw clenching, “Whats with the fucking attitude- whats got into you?”

“What’s got into me? What’s got into me?”

JJ let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as he ran a frustrated hand through his messy blonde hair. She just stared at him, arms crossing over her chest, brows furrowing in confusion. He was mad- really mad- but she didn’t understand why. She wondered if her missing the bonfire last week really that serious? JJ let out a scoff, shaking his head.

“I literally never see you, Y/N. I never see you.”

His words hit her harder than she expected. She opened her mouth, but he didn’t even give her the chance to respond before he kept going, voice laced with frustration.

“You weren’t at the bonfire last week. You weren’t home when I got back from the chateu the other night. You weren’t here this morning. Jesus, I don’t even know the last time we actually sat and talked- like normal siblings do?”

His voice wavered slightly at the end, but he masked it with another shake of his head and roll of his eyes. Y/N bit at the skin on the inside of her hceek sightly before sighing out,

“J, I know... I’m sorry, okay? It’s not my fault I’ve just been busy- I’m working, I’m doing—”

“Yeah-” he cut in, crossing his arms, “I know. You’re always fucking working.”

She felt her chest tighten, guilt creeping up her spine. She was doing this for him- she'd always say that to herself when she'd dread to get out of bed in the worning, when she'd have to force herself to drive to the club afer her shift with Sofia. To keep To make sure he had food, a roof over his head. And yet, he was still looking at her like she had let him down. JJ let out a bitter laugh, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Whatever. Always an excuse with you.”

His words made her stomach twist.

“Acting like you’re doing something so fucking noble”

His eyes were cold and Y/N’s body went rigid. She could take a lot of shit, but not this. Not from him. Not after she'd been working her ass off for the past few months. Her fists clenched at her sides, her breath coming out a little uneven now. “You think this is a fucking excuse?” Her voice rose, the frustration bubbling over.

“You think I like being out all the time? You think I don’t wanna be home?”

“Yeah well you're never fucking around-”

“-Well, who do you think fucking pays for everything, huh?”

She snapped out voice loud and shaking. “Who pays for you? For the house? For the food in the fridge- oh, wait- there isn’t any, because I haven’t even had time to go shopping and no one else in this house fucking will! Who pays for the electricity? Who gives you money for gas so you can use that dumb ass bike out front? Who pays for you and all the Pogues when you go out? Who does all that- cause it’s not you oand it's definitely not dad”

JJ just stared at her, saying nothing.

The silence between them was thick, suffocating and Y/N was breathing heavily now, her entire body trembling from the outburst. Her chest rose and fell, emotions crashing over her like a wave she couldn’t escape from.

“Jesus”

She mumbled to herself hands coming up to cover her face angrily as she turned away from the boy trying to keep her composure, she could feel the lump rising in the back of her throat. When she looked up to the blonde boy in front of her,

He was just standing there, frozen simply looking at her.

Y/N’s eyes closed for a moment looking away once more, her hand instinctively running over her brow in an attempt to calm herself, but the anger and frustration were still boiling inside her. She was so fucking tired- tired of fighting, tired of being the one holding everything together but still being seen as a shitty sister. Her shoulders sagged as she exhaled slowly, trying to regain some sense of control over herself. But before she could collect her thoughts, the door creaked open.

Luke stumbled in, smelling of alcohol and smoke, his breath heavy with the stench of both. He was swaying slightly, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his hand. His bloodshot eyes fixed on them, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Little family meeting and I wasn’t invited?"

He slurred, the words dripping with disdain. Y/N’s stomach churned. She didn’t have the strength for this. Not tonight. Not after she'd literally just ripped her brother to shreds. JJ was the first to react, his voice low,

"Dad just go to bed"

His voice a little weary as he spoke to the man. Luke’s bloodshot eyes flickered to JJ, and he sneered unimpressed, 

"Little hero trying to save the day huh?" 

His voice was thick with slurred sarcasm. Y/N pressed her nails harshly into her palms trying to shake off the dizziness that seemed to cloud her mind. She muttered, half to herself, but her voice was tight with frustration.

"It's nothing, just leave i-" 

"-I need some money" 

Luke’s attention shifted to her, his stance unsteady but focused as he spoke out, his voice dripping with entitlement. Y/N let out a quiet sigh, she knew where this was going, and she didn’t have the patience for it. She didn’t want to deal with this, but Luke was stumbling closer, relentless. As if on instinct JJ stepped forward, his body tensing as he saw what was coming. 

"Dad, stop" 

He spoke out firmly, trying to block Luke's path. But Luke shoved past him, shoulder bumping into the boys completely ignoring JJ’s warning, his face now dangerously close to Y/N's. He leaned in, his breath hot against her face. 

"C’mon, I know you got some," he sneered, "Don’t be selfish. Just give it to me."

"I don’t have any"

She spat, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue, but she was desperate for him to leave her alone, to leave them alone. Y/N’s teeth ground together as she watched his face, his eyes narrowing slightly unimpressed with her tone. Her chest tightened. Before she could react Luke’s hand shot out, grabbing her face roughly as she let out a small whimper, as he forced her to look at him, her own hand flying up to grip his wrist trying to pry him off her face.

"Don’t fucking lie to me" 

He growled, his grip tightening. JJ’s eyes flashed with concern, and he surged forward, shoving Luke back with a force that made the older man stumble. But Luke wasn’t backing down- he never had. He shoved JJ back, hard, the blonde boy loosing balance and harhsly hitting his back against the kitchen counter. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sight, the sick feeling in her stomach instantly rising asshe saw JJ having to steady himself against the cold tiles of the counter.

"Don't interrupt when the adults are talking!" 

Luke barked, his voice filled with nothing but venom. Y/N felt a wave of panic rise in her chest now as the older man stumbled towards her brother once more, her heartbeat hammering in her ears. She couldn't let this escalate.

"Stop!"

She called out, the man whipping around at the sound of her voice. Her hands moved frantically to her pockets, pulling out the two crumpled fifty dollar bills she’d tucked away earlier before she'd left the club. Her fingers fumbled, shaking as she shoved it into Luke’s hand.

"Just—just leave him alone okay?"

She muttered through gritted teeth. "Take it and go."

Luke’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he grabbed the money, he turned on his heel as he made his way back through the front door, the wood slamming loudly on its hinges making the walls of the house shake. Her eye drifted over to her brother, whose eys were already on her, taking in teh reddend skin around her jaw. Y/N let out a small sigh, throat feeling tight as she turned on her heel, moving toward her bedroom. JJ called after her, his voice pleading.

"Y/N—"

"Let it go Jay"

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Y/N clocked out of her shift at the country club, the weight of another long day settling heavily on her shoulders as she slipped back into the driver seat of her car. Her mind raced- she’d just gotten off a long shift here, and the tension with JJ had been thick lately- after their argument the other day everything felt strained. She slipped her phone out of her bag the familiar hum vibrating in her hand.

Tommy (3)

She stared at the message for a few moments, biting her lip, the screen lighting up her face in the dim light of the parking lot.

Tommy  :  Club’s gonna be real busy 

Tommy  :  Need more girls than usual you free? 

Tommy  :  Pay's double.

The offer was tempting- the money would make a difference. She remembers the last time she got a message like this, she earned almost five hundred dollars for only two hours. She needed an escape- it wasn't like she was going to go home anyways. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment longer, then she let out a small breath, shutting her eyes for a brief second as if trying to push off all the weight off her chest. She placed the phone down and turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life beneath her. The sound filled the car, drowning out the noise in her head for just a moment. As she backed out of the parking lot and onto the quiet streets, her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, the familiar road ahead almost a comfort in its predictability.

The strip club was alive with the hum of chatter, clinking glasses, and bass-heavy music filling the air. The buzzing atmosphere was almost suffocating- Y/N navigated through the crowd, feeling that familiar feeling as she made her way toward the changing room. As she stepped through the door, the smell of perfume, hairspray, and a faint hint of alcohol hit her. The room was already packed with girls, some adjusting their outfits, others touching up their makeup. Naomi was perched on a bench in front of the mirror, her fingers running through her hair.

“Heyyyy girlfriend”

Y/N smiled at her greeting, slipping off her jacket and tossing it on the chair next to Naomi. The girl glanced up at her again, her eyes flickering with curiosity. “Busy night,” she said, her voice low,

“You’re not the only one who got the double-pay offer. Everyone’s here.”

Y/N gave a half-nod, her mind still processing the chaotic energy in the room. “What’s going on tonight?” she asked, trying to ignore the tension rising in her chest. She didn’t want to get caught up in the buzz she just wanted a good payout, but she had to ask. Naomi didn’t miss a beat.

“Your little boy toy-” she said with a knowing smile, a hint of a tease in her voice. “-and his friend are selling tonight. Big stuff, apparently.”

The mention of Rafe made Y/N freeze for a split second. It was subtle, but Naomi caught the shift in her posture—the way her shoulders tensed, the brief flicker of something in her eyes. She hadn’t seen him in days, and the thought of him brought a tightness to her chest- one she coudlnt explain. Y/N licked her lips, giving a slow nod. She didn’t trust herself to say anything.

There were too many feelings tangled up with his name.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled her heels out of her bag. The last thing she needed tonight was to deal with whatever Rafe had going in, yet she knew, deep down, she couldn’t avoid him forever. The music thudded louder as they walked out onto the main floor of the club. Y/N could feel every pair of eyes on her, the weight of their stares almost tangible as she moved through the crowd. She was wearing the tiniest skirt she could find, fishnets hugging her legs tightly, and a little tie top that showed just enough to catch anyone’s attention. That’s when they bumped into Tommy, who was leaning against a pillar near a busy booth. He looked up, a grin spreading across his face when he saw them.

“Just who I’ve been looking for,” he said, his voice laced with the usual business-like tone that masked the eagerness in his eyes.

“Ladies, I need you two for a duet in the far left booth.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped as she glanced over, recognizing that booth as the one Rafe and Barry usually occupied when they were selling. It was one of the higher-paying spots. Naomi didn’t seem to notice, or care. She gave Y/N a quick look, a mischievous gleam in her eye as she nudged her playfully with her shoulder.

“You better shake your ass on me like your life depends on it”

Naomi said, her voice low enough that only Y/N could hear. Y/N let out ana mused hum and although thought of being in Rafe’s vicinity again made her somewhat nervous, she quickly pushed the feeling down. She didn’t have time to second-guess herself. She couldn’t afford to. Not with this much money on the line anyways.

“Trust me, I will”

She said back, her voice steady, though there was a tightness in her chest that she couldn’t ignore. They made their way toward the booth, and with every step, Y/N could feel her pulse quicken, the familiar sense of tension rising in her. It wasn’t just the job. It was him. When they got closer to the booth, Naomi didn’t waste a second. She immediately slid onto Barry’s lap, her movements smooth and confident. Her hands traced down his chest as she leaned in close, her voice low,

"Hey, I’m Bambi"

"Shi, Bambi huh?"

Barry’s grin stretched wider as he raised an eyebrow. He laughed, clearly impressed. His hands were already reaching for the waistband of her panties, slipping cash into the band as she giggled, a carefree sound escaping her lips. Meanwhile, Y/N stood there, watching them for a moment, her heart pounding. The energy was thick, the music pulsing with a new rhythm that seemed to spread through her veins.

But as the beat dropped, her gaze shifted to Rafe.

He was sprawled back on the booth, leaning against the backrest, his legs spread wide and his arms casually crossed, biceps straining against the material. His posture was so damn confident, like he owned the place. His eyes flicked up toward her, and for a second and she froze, not sure how to approach him. The past few days of silence between them hung in the air like a thick fog. But just as quickly as the hesitation struck, she pushed it away. Instead of walking over to him, Y/N turned toward the pole at the centre of the booth, where the soft glow of the lights hit her skin just right. A new song started, the beat smooth and seductive, and she felt the music pull her into its rhythm. She slipped toward it, her fingers brushing against the cool metal as she took a deep breath. The familiar motion of her body flowing with the music was comforting, even if her nerves were still buzzing.

Her body swayed to the rhythm, her movements smooth and fluid as she gripped the pole. Her hips swivelled, hands trailing over her body in the same hypnotic rhythm. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Rafe- his gaze fixed on her, his eyes following her every move, a smirk tugging at his lips and she couldn’t help but feel the heat of his stare, the intensity in it that seemed to burn straight through her. His head tilted slightly, his lips parting as he watched her, as if the world had stopped just for him to witness this. His presence was heavy, and it made her pulse quicken in ways she wasn’t sure she could control.

But then Bambi was there, slipping up beside her, her body just as fluid and confident. She didn’t need words, just the familiar energy they often shared up on the stage. They moved together like they had done this a thousand times before- two bodies locked in perfect sync. Naomi’s hands slid up Y/N’s waist from behind, pulling her closer, their bodies grinding against each other in a perfect duet. Y/N's heart raced as Naomi’s lips brushed against her ear, her breath warm against her skin. They moved together, hands all over each other, teasing, pulling, snapping straps against skin as though their bodies were made to fit together.

Bambi’s fingers trailed down the girl’s spine, as she turned her around both of them now facing eachother. Without hesitation Y/N ran her hands over the girls soft skin, lowering herself down her body before she dropped to her knees in front of the girl. Rafe perked up in his seat eyes glued to the two of them on the stage, yet his focused was set on one more than the other- solely on her. Bambi's hand ran over the top of Y/N's hair and in response the girl arched her back running her hands up from the girls glittering heels to her soft thighs looking up at her from where she knelt on the ground. Bambi let out a playful smile as the whistles from the crowd around them grew louder, a few guys tossing money in their direction, clearly more interested in the show than the drugs being sold.

Rafe’s eyes never left Y/N, he couldn't draw them away even if he wanted to. His teeth ground against eachother, his gaze heavy, fingers tapped on the edge of the booth. The music finally began to fade as the dance came to a close and bills flew past, landing on the floor around the girls. Naomi sent Y/N a kiss, her chest rising and falling with the adrenaline, before she pulled back, a playful wink thrown in her direction as she picked up a few of the fifty dollar bills.

"Thanks for paying for my rent this month"

Rafe had moved now, his back straight as he leaned forward, sitting at the edge of the booth, his posture tense. His eyes were still following the girl standing on the raised platform- but then a guy who had just bought some coke from Barry next to them caught his attention. He was fiddling with the small baggie in his hand, his eyes trailing up and down Y/N’s body with a lecherous grin on his face. He licked his lips, his eyes lingering on her for a beat too long, then he turned to Rafe, the smirk never leaving his face.

“How much for her?” he asked, his voice low but confident as he gestured over to Y/N,

“For a private session?”

As soon as the words left him lips Rafe's jaw clenched, a low scowl pulling at his features as he fixed his eyes on the guy. Without a second thought, he spat out in a cold and cutting tone,

“She’s not for sale.”

The words hit harsh and unforgiving, and Rafe didn’t even give the guy a chance to respond before he stood up and shoved past the man without a glance, his movement swift and purposeful as he made his way towards Y/N. She looked up to find Rafe standing next to her, his gaze running over her, sharp and unreadable. The scowl on his face had softened a little, but there was still something dark in his eyes, something she couldn't fully decipher.

She didn't want to anyways- didn't want to try and understand it... undertsand him

"I want a private session."

His words cut through the air like a knife, his voice low and dangerous. The girl's jaw clenched tighter at the words, an uneasy mixture of anger and something else bubbling beneath the surface. She couldn’t pinpoint it. She didn’t know what to feel anymore when it came to him, she didn’t know where she stood with him, and it made her stomach churn. Naomi overheard from behind her and, with a grin, snuck up close, chin resting lightly on Y/N’s shoulder.

"She’d love to do that for you, wouldn’t you, bunny?"

She teased, the playful tone almost mocking in its innocence. Y/N was still glaring at Rafe, not able to tear her eyes away from him, she didn’t even know how to navigate the mess he'd tangled her in, but this?

This wasn’t what she needed.

Private sessions weren;t anything new. She used to do them all the time, that was before Rafe supposedly banned her from doing so. Either way, it was the nature of the business, and she’d done her fair share. Yet with him- she wasn't sure she wanted to cross that line. But when Rafe spoke again, his offer surprised her, his voice cold as he cut through her thoughts:

"I’ll pay triple."

Naomi’s eyes widened at the offer, clearly taken aback by the amount of money Rafe was willing to throw around. Y/N’s irritation flared—triple? Seriously? She couldn’t even figure out if he was trying to piss her off or if he genuinely wanted a session with her, and that pissed her off even more. Pushing down her frustration, Y/N finally looked away from him, her expression hardening as she nodded stiffly.

"Fine."

Her voice was sharp, but she quickly turned away, heading toward the private rooms, the sound of her heels echoing on the floor as she walked. Rafe followed close behind her, his footsteps deliberate. When they reached the door, she stopped and turned to face him, her hand resting on the door handle. She glanced at him and with a flick of her wrist, she opened the door and gestured inside with a stiff movement.

“After you.”

Rafe didn’t move for a second, his gaze still intense, but eventually, he stepped inside. Y/N turned, taking the little sign by the door and flipping it, the outline of a woman visible now, signaling the start of the session. She moved inside with him, her heart pounding as she shut the door behind her, the heavy silence between them deafening. The bass from the music thumped through the walls of the private room, vibrating the air with its pulse as Y/N stepped in, the door clicking shut behind her. The dim lighting made the space feel smaller, more intimate, as she looked toward Rafe. He was already sitting in the middle of one of the big leather chairs, his posture wide, almost arrogantly so. His thighs spread a little, his eyes focused on her, hungry, predatory.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her cool, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps. She didn’t show him the nerves that crept up her spine- no, she wasn’t going to let him see that. As she got closer, Rafe’s hand extended toward her, patting his lap. The simple gesture made her stomach flip in a way she refused to acknowledge. She hesitated for only a moment before straddling his lap, the heat between them palpable. His eyes locked onto hers as she settled in.

"I'm waiting"

A slow, deliberate roll of her hips immediately answered his demand. She could feel his breath hitch, his hands coming up to rub over her thighs, the touch warm and possessive. She braced her hands on his shoulders, the grip tight as she moved again, the rhythm of her body building with the pounding beat of the music. Rafe hummed under his breath, clearly satisfied. His hands slid up, teasing the skin of her inner thigh, fingertips brushing the edges of her skirt.

"Not seen you in a while Bunny"

He muttered, voice low and rich with something close to amusement as his head leaned back agaisnt the chair. Y/N smirked, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.

"Not long enough."

His lips curled into a smirk at that, but there was something deeper behind his eyes. As he spoke, his tone almost as if he was savouring the moment.

"Missed that bitchy attitude of yours"

Y/N’s gaze remained locked with his, her body swaying in time with the music, but her mind was elsewhere. Her fingers dug into his shoulders slightly, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way he pulled her in closer with every roll of her hips. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the weight of it settling on her skin causing it to prickle. It only fuelled her determination to make him feel something.

To make him sweat under the same intensity she felt.

His hand slid up her body, sliding over her hips, pausing at the soft skin of her waist before making its way to the centre of her top, fingers lingering by the bow of the material keeping her tits covered. Before she could react, his fingers curled around the soft cotton, tugging at the tie letting the material fall open in response to the action. Y/N bit her tongue, swallowing down her snarky comment, instead her hands came up to pull the top off- revealing the smallest bikini top she owned. It barely covered anything, the triangles of fabric just barely containing her tits. Rafe's eyes flicked down, his gaze darkening as he let out a hum, much deeper than the last. His thumb ran over the edge of the triangle shaped fabric, skimming along the soft swell of her breast.

His hands then slid lower to her hips, pulling her down just a little closer against him. His grip tightened, fingers pressing into her skin as he guided her movements, making sure she felt the full weight of his presence beneath her. He leaned in closer, the heat of his breath washing over her neck, sending a small shiver down her spine. She swallowed, the knot in her throat tightening as he whispered to her,

"Did you miss me, Bunny?"

Y/N’s breath caught, her pulse quickening at the sound of his voice- low, teasing, so incredibly close to her skin. Her body felt hot suddenly, like the room had sweltered into something far more intense. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way, not with him, not with everything that had already passed between them. Her mind raced, and for a brief moment, she couldn't answer. She was caught off guard by the sudden surge of heat flooding her body. The question hung in the air like a weight, as if the answer would say more about her than she wanted it to. She cleared her throat, struggling to steady her pulse as his lips brushed just underneath her ear. The tension between them seemed to stretch, thickening with every passing second. She managed a tight, almost defensive response.

"No"

She said, her voice betraying her own uncertainty as she shifted slightly, the heat between them still uncomfortably intense. Rafe didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands tightened around her hips, pulling her closer again, forcing her to face him, to meet his gaze. There was something dangerous in his eyes- a challenge- but also something else, something far more complicated. He smirked, as though he knew exactly what was going on inside her head, leaning back slightly as he watched her, his gaze never leaving her face.

"I don’t believe you"

He said, his voice low, amusement dancing in his eyes. Y/N felt her stomach twist. She stopped her movements abruptly, the music shifting into a new beat that only seemed to heighten the tension between them and her breath seemed to be heavier now. She could feel the weight of his stare as his fingers trailed down to toy with the hem of her skirt, teasing her with every slight tug of the fabric. He tilted his head, his eyes still locked on her, as though he were reading her every move. He spoke casually, voice dripping with an almost confident sweetness.

"My offer still stands you know..."

"What?"

Y/N blinked, confusion flickering in her gaze. Rafe leaned in just a little, his lips curving into that familiar cocky grin.

"Come back to Tannyhill with me..."

He said, his voice quieter now, but still laced with that undeniable edge. Her stomach dropped, and she shook her head, already pushing herself off of him, feeling that familiar heat rise to her face.

"No"

She said firmly, her tone cold, her chest tight with irritation. Rafe wasn’t done, though. As she moved away from him, his hands shot out to grab her wrists, keeping her close to him and her hands had to come out to steady herself against his chest. His fingers wrapped around her skin like a vice, but not harsh—more like a silent ask for her attention, for her response. He coaxed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"C'mon Y/N- any price you give me"

"No," she repeated, her jaw clenched, her voice rising,

"No- what do you even- no- Rafe just, just stop"

But he wasn’t letting it go even though she was done. She pulled away from him, her chest tight as she turned toward the door. Rafe’s voice followed her as she walked.

"You know I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want"

He said, the words hanging in the air between them. Y/N froze, her hand resting on the door handle. She turned around, her lips curling into a sarcastic smile.

"Yeah? Well, that makes it so much better, doesn’t it?"

She shot back, her voice thick with bitter irony. Rafe didn’t move, didn’t flinch. He only leaned back against the booth with a slight shrug. "Well," he said slowly, his tone a little too calm,

"I’m not gonna change my mind."

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, her hands tightening around the handle. She shot him one last, heated glance before responding, her voice sharp and firm.

"Yeah? Well, neither will I"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She walked out of the club, her trainers scuffing against the pavement in the quiet night air, each step louder than the last. The neon lights from the strip club still flickered in the distance, but she was done. She had clocked out early, barely able to keep herself together after that confrontation with Rafe. Her blood was boiling, and her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles ached. She could still feel the heat of his touch, the way his words had wormed their way under her skin.

He had that effect on her- always had.

Y/N chewed on the thought as she crossed the parking lot, heading for her car. It was complicated. She hated what he made her feel. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to get under her skin, and it made her want to scream. Yet, at the same time, part of her didn’t want to walk away, even though her stomach twisted at the thought of him. She hated that she couldn’t escape the pull he had on her. He was everything she didn’t want. And still, there she was, thinking about him when she could be focusing on anything else. Her thoughts were swirling as she made her way to her car, trying to push away the lingering feeling of his presence. She’d never been so conflicted in her life. She slid her bag into the trunk of the car, the weight of the night still pressing down on her, and just as she was about to shut the boot, a voice interrupted her.

"Hey! Hey, excuse me!"

She paused and looked up, her jaw tightening as she saw a guy walking toward her. He was dressed well, too well for someone she'd expect to see around here, and there was something about the way his pupils were blown wide that immediately caught her attention. "Um, yeah?" she responded, clearly annoyed, her arms folding across her chest.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh uh, you're Bunny, right?"

The guy seemed a little flustered as he stopped in front of her, running a hand through his hair, a nervous energy radiating off him. Y/N let out a small sigh, rolling her eyes to herself, her fingers gripping the edge of the trunk.

"Look, I’m not working anymore..."

The guy blinked, quickly recovering, "Oh—oh right. Well, will you be back tonight or…?"

"No, I'm done for the night"

She replied curtly, closing the trunk with a firm click. She was done with the whole night, with the club, and especially with thinking about Rafe. "Right, right," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly trying to find his words.

"I saw you inside, and… I just wanted to say you were..."

"I was…?"

She trailed off, her patience already wearing thin. Y/N shifted her weight from one foot to the other, not really in the mood for small talk. He spoke, his voice a little too eager, his words almost slurring slightly as if he'd had a few too many drinks.

"...you were really good"

"Thanks"

She muttered, already turning to head for her driver's door, hoping he'd take the hint. But no, he was still following her, his steps quickening as he tried to keep up. "You see," he continued,

"I was inside, and I was talking to that guy and I was going to ask you for a priv—"

"-Look, this is really nice of you and all, but I really just wanna get home."

She cut him off before he could finish, her tone sharp. The guy stopped, his face falling slightly as he realized she wasn’t interested. He gave a small nod, raising his hands a little. But he didn't move. Y/N turned to face the guy again as he didn’t back off. He was still standing a few steps away, an uncomfortable eagerness in his stance.

"I'll pay you well"

He said, trying to sound persuasive, his voice a little more insistent. She scoffed, shaking her head. Her voice was thick with disbelief, the last thread of patience she had snapping.

"Are you for real right now?"

"Come on, I’ll pay you double."

He stepped a little closer, his eyes scanning her like and Y/N’s jaw tightened, her fingers gripping the handle of the car door as she stood between the two cars taking a step back, trying to put distance between them.

"Just back off man"

But he didn’t listen and instead took another step forward, clearly ignoring every signal she was giving him, and she felt the anger building in her chest.

"I fucking said, back up!"

She snapped, her voice cold and sharp. The guy hesitated for just a second, but then his eyes hardened, the uncomfortable edge of desperation turning into something intimidating. 

He clearly wasn’t backing off

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EXES AND O’S | LEE BYUNG-HUN

PAIRING. lee byung-hun x fem!reader

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𐙚 POV: you’re jensen ackles’ controversially younger gf ⭐️

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Unexpected Surprise

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: The reader surprises her husband during one of their conventions for the final season of Supernatural.

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST

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From where I stood backstage I could hear the crowd of Supernatural fans burst into laughter over the story Jensen was telling them about that involved our four year old son tumbling off his bike down the little hill at the park near our house. I didn’t have to pull the curtain to see his reactions as there was a monitor back here and judging by the grin on his face I could tell what was coming next.

“So now Miles is at the bottom of the hill quiet as a lamb and I kid you not, this was Y/N’s reaction. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, MILES!” Jensen was now out of his seat mimicking the way I chased after Miles that day which only sent the crowd into another fit of laughter.

“Oh hell no, can I have a mic?”

The thing is neither Jensen nor Jared knew that I hopped on a flight to come to their con in Vancouver so me stepping on stage is bound to take them both by surprise. The assistant handed me a microphone and I climbed the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered even more when I came into their line of sight.

“Meanwhile this was Jensen, HE’S GOT HIS HELMET ON HE’S FINE!” I tried to drop my voice to mimic him and he immediately turned to look at me with such disbelief written on his face.

“Y/N!” Jared pushed Jensen out of the way on his way over to me; the tall beast picked me up with his arms wrapped around me in a bone crushing hug, if nobody that knew a thing about us they’d swear that the moose was my husband with his enthusiasm.

“I haven’t seen my beautiful wife in two weeks and you pushed me out of the way to get to her first. Put her down now!” Jared turned to look at him and from the monitor on this side of the stage I could see Jared sticking his tongue out at his friend refusing to put me down just yet.

“I haven’t seen her in three weeks so shh.” Since my arms were squished to my sides I couldn’t do anything more than stick my face into the crook of his neck which had the fans cooing at the sight.

“I missed you too Jared, now put me down, the air is thin up here.” Finally giving in, Jared placed my feet back onto the ground and steadied me only for my husband to do the same thing but this time I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands immediately found their place in his grown out hair.

“Hi handsome.”

“Hi beautiful lady, this is a nice surprise.” Jensen took a couple steps back to where his stool is and the way that he did it so effortlessly too had the crowd whistling suggestively. Once I was seated Jensen brought his mic up to his mouth.

“Get your minds out of the gutter.” Although he used his dad voice, his face was saying the complete opposite, happy with the fact that his fans now had a memory that they’re never going to forget.

“Where’s my kid?”

“He’s napping in one of the rooms backstage, where are my manners? Hi everyone, how are we doing tonight?” The fans cheered once more and I took that as a good sign. Jensen nudged my legs open so that he could stand between them with his back to me and just as if we were home, I didn’t hesitate to rake my fingers up his back and through his hair. By the look on Jensen’s face, the fans could tell how much he had missed my touch and if we’re being honest, I missed having him around too.

“Look at him, he’s like a puppy.” Jared shouldn’t be the one to talk when he himself is a sucker for head scratches.

“Says the actual puppy.”

“You know Jay I’ve gotta say, you do look extra handsome today. Dark colours really look good on you.” The olive green shirt and his black jeans was an excellent pairing.

“Thanks darlin and you look gorgeous as always. Alright, back to why we’re really here. See, my wife shows up here and threw me off, we were taking questions. Who’s the next lucky person?” Jared squinted his eyes to search the crowd until his eyes landed on the Castiel cosplayer.

“You in the trench coat, let us haveth thy question.”

“Uh hi, my name’s Sara and my question isn’t about the show but it’s for the Ackles.” A woman’s voice filled the auditorium and by her tone I could guess what her question was going to be.

“Shoot.”

“What is one thing that you both love that your son does and do you guys plan on having another one?” Jensen dramatically leaned back on me at the second part to her question, he hadn’t voiced his opinion on having another kid running around the house so this should be fun.

“Miles is a mama’s boy and every night he makes sure that Y/N is the one who feeds him his dinner, gives him his bath and cuddles with him until he falls asleep and from my point of view I adore their bond, I think it’s amazing.”

“Miles is at the age now where you know, kids mimic what they see and his new thing is wearing daddy’s hat backwards and he’d get me to fill his sippy cup with juice or water so that he could join Jensen on the couch to watch whatever he’s watching on tv.”

“I actually saw the photo you had posted on Instagram about that and I thought that it was cute, he’s Jensen’s mini-me.”

“Definitely and about baby number two, Y/N and I haven’t discussed it but I’m sure if it does happen we’ll both be over the moon about it.”

I didn’t fly all the way from Texas to Vancouver, Canada to just see Jensen, I came because I had something important to tell him and this lovely lady set it up so nicely for me to break the news.

“You know I’m so glad you said that Jay because we’ve got give or take six months left of being a family of three.” Jensen didn’t fully process my words until the crowd went insane at my announcement. He immediately turned around to face me, shocked by what I said.

“What? You- shut up!”

“Surprise!” He cupped my face in his hands before planting a celebratory kiss on my lips.

“When did you find out?”

“Yesterday and I hopped on a flight first thing this morning to come tell you.” Jared bounded over to wrap his arms around Jensen.

“Congratulations you two!”

“Thank you Jared.”

I didn’t want to take up anymore time on their stage so I quickly kissed Jensen’s cheek and told him that I’ll see him afterwards. I waved to everyone in the crowd on my way off the stage and passed the mic back to the assistant.

For the rest of the panel, the boys messed around on stage and Jensen got a whole lot of congratulations on our growing baby inside of me. Coming closer to the end Miles woke up from his nap and Jay called out for me to rejoin them on stage.

“Daddy!” Miles stretched for his father and Jensen immediately took him from me, happy to finally have his son back in his arms. The band played music to close off the event and some of the other cast members came out on stage to join the fun. With Miles on his hip, Jensen pulled me into his side to kiss me once more in the midst of all that’s going on around us.

Although we hadn’t planned for another one, I have no doubt in my mind that he or she is going to be loved unconditionally by us and by extension, the Supernatural family.

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"this way, sweetheart." hayden calls after you, motioning for you to follow him. he'd just picked you up from uni, and he promised you a warm drink, since autumn weather was beginning to settle in.

"I told you to bring a jacket." He chides, removing his warm outer flannel. He takes your messenger bag and puts it on his shoulder, then replaces it with his shirt. "There you go." He smiles, pulling you in and rubbing your bicep. "aren't you excited for pumpkin spice season?" you smile, laying your head against him. "kinda. i really want the pumpkin muffin. i was thinking of making them myself, but i don't know."

"mm, maybe we can do some baking together, yeah? i know Briar likes pumpkin spice stuff." hayden says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your temple before opening the door to the starbucks for you. the two of you walk to the counter and hayden takes out his wallet, then removes his card, waiting to tap it as you give your order to the barista. "that all you want, lovie?" he asks and you nod.

once the two of you sat down with your coffee and pastry, you began to chat about life. him and spending time with his daughter, you and schooling, and whatever else came up in conversation. little things like this were what made you happy, with hayden or without.

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The air at Bobby’s smelled like summer—smoke from the grill, a little motor oil, and something sweet from the pie Ellen had brought over. The sun was sinking low, stretching gold and pink across the yard, making everything look softer, warmer. It was a rare night like this, one where nothing was chasing them, where nobody had to check salt lines or clean blood off their jackets.

Dean knew it wouldn’t last forever. But damn, he wanted it to.

He adjusted his grip on the tiny, warm body in his arms, glancing down at his son. His son.

The kid was barely a few months old, dressed in a onesie that had seen better days, his little fists clenching and unclenching against Dean’s shirt. His dark lashes fluttered as he fought sleep, but he was losing. Dean felt something pull tight in his chest at the sight.

He still wasn’t used to it. This feeling.

For so long, his life had been nothing but chaos. Running. Fighting. Losing people. He never thought he’d get this—something steady, something safe. A family that wasn’t just borrowed time.

But here he was, standing in Bobby Singer’s yard, holding his son, with you right next to him—his wife, the love of his damn life—your arm brushing his as you reached out to smooth a hand over the baby’s back. The kid sighed at your touch, his tiny body relaxing like he knew he was safe.

Dean swallowed hard, blinking fast.

“You’re good at that,” he murmured, voice just low enough for you to hear.

You smiled, tilting your head against his shoulder. “He’s just like you. Stubborn as hell when he’s tired.”

Dean huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Great. That means we’re in for a lifetime of this.”

“Guess so.”

You squeezed his arm, and Dean turned his head just enough to press a kiss to your temple. He wanted to say something—something real, something that explained just how damn much he loved you, how you’d changed everything for him. But before he could, Bobby wandered over, tilting his beer toward the baby.

“Kid looks just like his daddy,” Bobby muttered. “Poor thing.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Jesus, you guys got jokes tonight.”

Bobby smirked, taking a slow sip of his beer. “You gettin’ used to it yet?”

Dean knew what he meant. He wasn’t just asking if Dean was used to the late nights, the crying, the diaper disasters. He was asking if Dean was used to this—having something good. Something that didn’t come with an expiration date.

Dean glanced around the yard. Sam was near the grill, talking with Ellen and Jo, his face relaxed in a way Dean hadn’t seen in a long time. Bobby was here, giving him that same steady look he always did. And then there was you, standing beside him, looking at him like he wasn’t some screwed-up hunter, like he was just Dean—your husband, the father of your child, the man you loved.

Dean tightened his hold on his son, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his little chest.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, voice rough. “But—I wanna get it right.”

Bobby just nodded, the way he always did when Dean said something that meant more than the words let on. “You will, boy.”

Dean felt your fingers slip between his, squeezing gently. When he looked at you, you gave him that soft smile, the one that made him believe in things he never thought he’d have.

And for the first time in his life, Dean Winchester let himself believe it.

Because maybe, just maybe, this was what home was supposed to feel like.

“the calm before the storm”

stormshadow (lee byung hun) x you

stormshadow had been hired by cobra commander to retrieve the warheads from the gi joes. but they failed to inform him that he had to work with a partner… someone he had grown very fond of

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“stormshadow, this is y/n. you will be working together to retrieve the warheads.” the commander said, leaving you and him both in shock as he walked off.

“i’m sorry, i wasn’t told i was working with anyone.” you said, breaking the silence.

“me neither.” he replied, “that’s alright, ms y/n? i presume?”

he extended his hand out as he the other slipped his sword back into its sleeve, not wanting to scare you away.

“yeah, stormshadow right? i’ve heard stories about you.”

he nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips as he placed a gentle kiss on it.

“i’m honored.” he smiled.

“c’mon, people! planes taking off!” the pilot announced, making stormshadow take your hand, bringing you to the private jet.

once you were on the jet, you took your seats, stormshadow sitting right beside you.

“so is it true?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“what is?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“you have those little star throwing thingies.” you tried to hold back your laughter, making him roll his eyes playfully.

he pulled something out of his pocket, holding it up with two fingers as your mouth dropped.

“it’s beautiful!” you gasped, admiring the shuriken.

stormshadow watched with pride as you were in awe of his weapon, it was so easy to get your attention, he loved it.

for the rest of the flight, he showed you one by one each weapon he had in him, even giving you one of his shuriken as a gift.

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when you landed, the two of you headed straight to the location the g.i. joe’s were camping at.

sneaking into the facility was easy, but for stormshadow he was having a hard time, he couldn’t for the life of him focus. maybe it was the similar white suit you had on that perfectly hugged your body, showing off your curves. or the fact that he was supposed to be doing a mission with the best girl he had ever met.

in-and-out. easy.

naturally, the joe’s had caught on quickly, causing the entire mission to take a dangerous toll. stormshadow was a professional, he knew what he needed to do, and most of the time, he did it all for the money.

little did he expect himself to actually enjoy this particular mission. he stole glances from you whenever he could, making sure you were okay.

when you had gotten your hands on the breifcase of warheads, he guided you every step of the way as the two of you escaped.

however, there was a complication just as you could step out of the facility. the guard must have been hiding, because stormshadow had almost ran right into his arms.

you thought quickly, taking the shuriken he had given you and tossing it right into the guards abdomen, causing him to fold over, lesring your path.

stormshadow halted, making you crash into him.

“where did that come from?!” he asked frantically as he looked around.

“what? what?! that was me!”

“you?!”

“yea! how could you not have seen him! he was practically hiding in plain sight!”

“we’ll settle this later, we gotta get out of here.” he lightly scolded, grabbing your arm as you took off.

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when you got back to cobra base, you were greeted at the front gate by the head commander.

“ah, y/n! i knew i could count on you!” he said, pulling you into a hug as his hand got dangerously low behind your back.

stormshadow didn’t leave his action unnoticed.

“well, i had help.” you awkwardly chuckled as you pulled away.

after some small talk, you retreated back to your room, throwing yourself onto the bed as you let out a sigh of relief.

“if he touches you again, i will kill him.”

you jerked up from the bed, letting out a loud scream as you grabbed your gun, aiming it at the voice.

“whoa, whoa.” it was stormshadow. he stepped into the light, making you throw your gun aside.

“jesus… you scared me.” you chuckled, hand on your chest as you sat back down.

“i thought you were a professional?” he teased, stepping in front of you.

“and by the way, you don’t have to kill him, everything’s fine. he’s just touchy.” you shook your head.

“we’ll see if he dares to lay a hand on you again.” stormshadow replied. “you know, that was some impressive skills back there, you saved me… i feel like i should owe you something.”

you grinned. “it was an easy throw, you’re just getting soft on me.”

“maybe.” he whispered, staring deep into your eyes. “i can’t focus with you here…” he admitted.

“that’s too bad.” you told him. “maybe you should find another job.”

“i don’t think i want to.”

you were now inches away from each other, you could feel his breath panning on your skin, his eyes still never leaving yours.

before you could stand a chance to seal the deal, the door flew open.

“who’s ready for another mission?”

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i’m not kidding when i say i’ve watched 3 movies that lee byung hun had starred in in the past 24hours. i am losing my mind.

the movie this is based on is g.i. joe, go watch!

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