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Anakin Skywalker - “My Angel, I’m sensing something is troubling you,” Anakin states. He already knows there’s a problem—whether it’s because of a disturbance in the force or a lover’s intuition—he knows. You, of course, do not respond to it. You remain looking out of your window at the Coruscant sky. “No. No,” he mumbles, coming up behind you and enveloping his body around yours, “We’re not going to shut each other out. I would like for you to talk to me about what is troubling you. I need to fix it, my love.” Usually, you’d comply by now, but when you don’t, he resorts to secretly using a Jedi mind trick to get it out of you. He feels a tad guilty but he needs to know what’s got you like this.

Clayton Beresford - He’s been in his home office for hours with not a single word to you. Naturally, you think you should give payback. You’re in the kitchen when Clayton walks in for a glass of water. He smiles in your direction. “Hi, baby. You look nice.” There’s no answer from you, but he doesn’t overthink it. Maybe you flashed him a smile and he missed it whilst getting the glass. He catches on when he speaks to you the second time. “How was your day?” Ever the detective, Clay knows what’s going on. He goes to you and wraps his arms around your neck from behind, your head between his biceps. Normally this would be Heaven on Earth for you, but you can’t let him know that. “Sweetheart, you’re upset?” Your lack of response gives him the right answer. “It’s because I’ve been working?” He asks with a pinch to your cheek. “Answer me.” You’re stubborn, but not immune to his tricks—you nod your head: yes. “Ah, I see. Then, it’s a good thing I was already planning on spending the rest of my day with you.” he says, telling just the whitest of lies. He was not planning on that, but he knows it’s what you need right now. When you simply hit him with a second nod of your head, he’s unsatisfied. He needs to get you talking. “What do you think of that idea, darling? Excited?”

James Kelly - You’ve got your back turned, arms crossed, pretty much full on pouting. “Why’re ya being a brat? Huh?” He spins you to face him. “Huh?! Tell me. What’s your problem?! You’re so difficult all of the time! Definition of a little brat, that’s what you are,” you still refuse to talk, and he’s already regretting using anything but gentle language. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby. You’re not a brat. Talk to me. Talk to me, okay?” He pulls you into a tight hug. He’s reminded of the people who he thought cared for him, but did him so wrong. He doesn’t wanna be that. He doesn’t wanna hurt you. He stands there caressing your cheek, trying to coax it out of you until finally, you cave. “ There. We made it all better. Talk to me next time. It gets things done, ya see?”

Luke Ryder - You decide to ignore him mid argument. You just completely shut down and try to distance yourself, but he stops you. “Hey. None of that,” the shake of his head is accompanied by an equally as frustrated sigh. “Look, take a second. Think about what you wanna say instead of saying nothing at all. Come to me when you’re ready to talk.” With that, he leaves, giving you space. He hates to do it—leave—every second spent with you is precious to him. He also loves you enough to make sure you’re still level headed and can articulate yourself properly through all this.

Stephen Glass - Within seconds of realizing you’re ignoring him, tears are welling up in his eyes. “What’s going on? I don’t understand why you’re mad at me,” he whines, “I had the worst day at work ever! Chuck has been really pressuring us for a deadline! Please don’t hate me. I’m so stressed. I didn’t mean to cause this!” The story with the tears ultimately makes you feel guilty and you finally acknowledge him. He ends up crying in your lap, getting his hair played with while you explain why you were upset. It doesn’t really amount to anything, though. It ends with the general consensus being that you just need to be more patient with Stephen and give him more love and affection. What do you get out of it? Never finding out that there never really was a deadline.

Scott Barringer - He really tries his best to help gently. That’s saying a lot because he struggles so much with regulating his own emotions and attitude. He puts his hands just above your elbows, holding your arms. “Baby, c’mon. You don’t gotta be a dick about it. I wanna talk about this. All that communication shit the counselors talk about, ya know? We should try that.” Before he even gives his words a chance to work, he’s tickling you. You squeal and burst into giggles at the pure shock and feel of it. You try so hard to be mad around him, but he somehow, always has a counter for it. “Oh, yeah. There she is. Now, tell me what’s up,” he directs, pulling away from the attack with a smirk.

Anakin Skywalker - The moment your bottom comes near his lap, his hands instinctively go to hold your waist and help lower you. They settle in your lap as your back rests against his chest and his head leans on yours. His touch is gentle as he rubs your belly, your own chest, anywhere pressure may be pent up. “Is everything alright, my love? Just need to be held?”

Clayton Beresford - Clayton watches in curious silence as you come into his office and around his desk, plopping into his lap. His eyebrows raise and he smirks, “Make yourself at home.” He’d rest any free hand on your thighs and occasionally give them little pats and squeezes.

James Kelly - He’s sat on the couch with a beer when you enter the room. “Hi, Pretty,” he says, putting his arm out to wrap around your waist when he sees you’re coming to him. James presses a firm kiss to your temple and rubs up and down your side as you sit on him.

Luke Ryder - Luke is buried in his thoughts at a desk when you come over he welcomes you. He’s immediately melting into your body and holding you tight. The small moments like this mean so much to him… they’re the ones he actually likes to think about when he’s stressed. “Never wanna lose you,” he’ll mumble into your shoulder, followed by many kisses to it.

Stephen Glass - He looks at you in confusion, “What are you doing?” You just get comfortable in response. “Okay. You’re sitting. Alright,” he says, surprised and nervous… basically the usual. He’s happy about it, but shows it in his own unique way—stiffening completely up and just watching your every move.

Scott Barringer - You sit on his lap whilst he’s alone in the common area and his head is immediately on a swivel. “Baby… gonna get us in trouble,” he murmurs, but his actions betray his words as his arms snake around your waist and he leans into your body. After a moment, Scott becomes too paranoid at the idea of being banned from seeing you by the counselors and gets up, lending a hand. “C’mon. I have a better place in mind.”

Anakin is utterly obsessed with you, and you love everything about that man. He’s made it clear time and time again that he’d do anything for you. It was a comforting feeling—having a skilled protector with no limits when it came to you. So, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to finally mention your insane ex to him… just in case.

“He has no right,” Anakin practically growls, “You do not deserve that, my love. I promise you, if he ever dares cross you whilst I’m around, I’ll handle it. I’ll handle him for you.”

That made you feel good. You weren’t too worried about what he’d do as anything too crazy would be breaking the Jedi code. Surely, that was too far for Anakin. He could never.

You’re relaxed in your home. Anakin is laid with you in the bed. He’s taking up most of the space on the bed, but he also happens to be shirtless. You figure it’s a fair enough trade. The two of you lay awake, a comfortable silence in the room.

Your bubble is popped when there’s a faint knock at the door. Anakin’s head immediately snaps to look at you and scans your face. The confused, startled look tells him that you are not expecting any type of visitors.

He gets out of the bed, “Stay here.”

He walks up to the door, but before he can reach it, a voice comes through. “Y/n, open the door!”

Anakin looks to you again and you’re visibly very uncomfortable. When you mouth, “That’s him!” he realizes this must be the ex that thinks it’s okay to bother you.

“Y/n, you’d better open this door! Now!”

With that, Anakin finishes his journey to the door in only a few strides and swings it open. He grabs the man by the throat using the Force and speaks in a low, serious tone. “Listen to me. Never show your face near these quarters or near Lady Y/n again,” he releases him with a shove away from the door, “You won’t be so fortunate next time. You have my word on that.”

Anakin makes sure the door is shut and gets settled back in bed all whilst you’re still in shock. You’ve never seen him like that. He’s had his fair share of spats and even tantrums, but there was something dark about how he handled things. It was so easy for him to turn to violence.

You don’t mention how you feel about it to him because you’re not sure that’s even fair. He was upset and protecting you. You don’t want to be picky with how he helped you. If anything, you’ll bring it up tomorrow when he’s cooled down. For now, you lay your head against his chest.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, my love,” he runs his fingers through your hair. “Are you alright?”

You nod, “Yes, I’m alright. Thank you, Ani.”

“I don’t suspect he’ll be coming around anytime soon. You’re safe now,” he says, pressing a long kiss into the top of your head.

It’s been weeks and you’d already forgotten about your ex. Of course, the psycho wouldn’t allow you to feel like that forever. You’re walking the streets of Coruscant when you feel a sharp, painful yank to your wrist. It stings and you look to see who it is—your ex.

“What’s the matter with you? Acting like you don’t need me in your life. Who was that you had in your home? Another man to involve yourself with? You’re disgusting. You don’t know what to do without me. I should put you out of your misery right now.”

He lays it on thick.

Snapping out of your surprised state, you pull away from him and speed walk away, “Leave me alone!” Once he’s a good distance behind you, you run home in tears. The whole ordeal shook you to your core. Your wrist is aching and your eyes are shedding many little droplets full of sorrow as you stand in the middle of your room.

Why would he say such a thing?

How can someone be so evil?

“Y/n?” a familiar voice breaks through your thoughts. Anakin. You’re relieved instantly. The sight of him standing there is comfort in its own form. He must have felt a disturbance in the Force or maybe even happened to be checking on you at the right time. You don’t care about how he knew, just that he was here.

Anakin hates to see you this hurt. He wraps you in his arms, and wipes your tears. “Why are you crying, my love?”

“He came back. He found me, Anakin. He grabbed my hand and said… he said something terrible. He- he said that-” you struggle to repeat it through your cries.

He stops you with a shake of his head, cupping your face. “You don’t need to tell me now. I’ll take care of it all on my own.”

You don’t have time to protest or even reply because he kisses your wrist tenderly and is out of the door before you know it. You sigh, sitting on your bed. It’s out of your hands now and honestly? You’re willing to let it be. You hope it will finally all end.

You don’t see Anakin for roughly a day and you’re sick over it. Did your ex do something to him? Could your ex even do something to him? You really doubt it, but you can never be too sure.

All your worries are put to rest when he finally shows up at your home. “Anakin, where were you all this time? I’ve been so afraid!”

“It was not my intention to upset you. I’m sorry. I… had to handle a serious matter. It’s complete now. I have no reason to leave you again,” he reassures.

His words make you feel better. You love that he’s back. However, you do still want to know what went on when he left so abruptly. “What… happened? What did you do?”

Anakin brushes the hair from your face. He’s in no rush to get into the details of what occurred with that awful man. “I gave him a stern talking to. I made sure he knew he’s not welcome anywhere around my angel. He’ll never trouble you again.”

He’s lying—oversimplifying at the least. You don’t need to have some special force sense to tell. His first ever interaction with your ex was aggressive without any hesitation. This time you got grabbed, insulted, threatened and Anakin expects you to believe he just… talked to the man?

With the newest development being that Anakin seemingly doesn’t want to share the truth, you almost don’t wanna know it. He’s a protector. Surely, he’s not telling for a good reason. You decide that maybe blissful ignorance is the right way to go in this moment. It’s no secret that Anakin will always take care of you no matter the circumstances, and that’s answer enough.

“Thank you, Ani” you say simply. He gently cradles your head to his chest, holding you tight.

A truth that Anakin did tell you was that your ex would never bother you again. It was like his existence was wiped straight out of the star system. You finally had peace.