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ehrmmmm should i continue with this or scrap it guyssss

basically a road trip with joel, you're 30 and like divorced and moving back in with your dad and joel is heading back that way ANYWAYS, so ofc you hitch a ride. slow burn, eventual smut if i continue this but idkkkkk

It'd been a rough year for you. A divorce, a dead end job, getting laid off, and not being able to afford your place anymore. 32 years old, and still nothing majorly figured out. Great. After a call to your father after a midlife crisis, he'd offered the idea of you moving back home for a little while you figured things out. Sure, living with your dad at age 32 was a little odd, but it was just until you got your footing back. Since you lived states over, your father was able to get his friend, Joel Miller to make the trip with you. Joel and you hadn't really been close, but you knew of him. He was a good man, a little shy and gruff, but good. 20 years your senior, you felt a little bad for him having to drive you. But then again, he does this stuff all the time. You stand outside waiting for the truck to roll up, and it does. Joel Miller, greying, yes, but kind and sort of... dorky? No, that's weird. He opens the truck door, walking around it and standing in his flannel and jeans, belt looped through it. He rubs the back of his neck.

"Mornin'. You all packed up?"

He asks, eyeing your suitcases. Only two.

"Yeah, this is it." You say gently, uncomfortable with his gaze. Why do you care what he'd think about your bags?

"You sure? I've got room, I mean. S'just women typically have--" He pauses. Smart. "Nevermind. You mind it going in the back?"

"Not at all." You reply, handing him the handle of your suitcase. He puts it in the back, and grabs the next one too. He then opens the door for you.

"We'd better hit the road... It's a week's drive, more 'cause of the stops." He says, having this energy about him, like he couldn't quite figure out how to act around you. Great.

"Yeah. All good." You hop into the passenger seat, the truck smelling old, yes, but also like cigars and gas station coffee. In an odd way, you found it comforting. The leather seats were leaned back a bit, so you adjusted while he walked around, checked that your luggage was secure, then got into the driver's seat. Joel was a bit odd to you, in the way that he was a bit comforting, but there was a barrier. Maybe it was you, maybe it was him. It's not that a road trip with him sounded bad, but maybe it's the fact he probably has some thoughts about your situation. You'd left your hometown in Texas out of high school, in love with your then fiancé, and despite everyone's concerns and comments, you'd left. And it all came crashing down. A part of you expected some snide remark, or a look-- but it never came. Which was far more unnerving. After a mile or so, he glances at you.

"If you're hungry, or you gotta pee or somethin', lemme know. We can stop." He says, glancing at you again, then dutifully returning his eyes to the road.

"Okay... thanks." You say, biting your lip. Think of *something.* A silent car ride would be awful. "Are you... sure you don't mind this? I mean, I appreciate it. I can chip in for gas if you need--"

"No, it's alright. Ain't an issue. I don't mind helping you out, you know that." He waves a hand, a smile just slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh. I mean, I didn't, but... thanks." You say, smiling to yourself.

"Mhm. So, uh. You wanna stop at a diner soon or something? I think I need a better coffee." He chuckles, and squeezes the wheel. You watch his muscles in his arm, the arm with his flannel rolled up and covered in light hair-- watch on his wrist, gentle callouses on his knuckles and fingers, and his fingers themselves, god--

He looked over at you, raising a brow.

"Oh, oh, yeah, me too. No coffee yet, you know." You touch your head, and he nods. God, what was that? He pulls off the highway, looking for some diner or something. You check the time. 8 am. Lovely.

Joel pulls the truck into some diner's parking lot, killing the engine. It shuts off, and you hadn't realized quite how loud it'd been. You grab your purse, Joel grabs his keys, and the two of you step out onto the curb. Joel gets the door, and you enter the diner. A tight feeling in your stomach had been eased by the familiar, comforting smell. Slightly dirty, the booth seats peeling at the edges, the lights flickering a bit, a few locals inside-- it felt like home. You sit in a booth by the window, and Joel sits across from you, a soft groan as he does.

"Place ain't bad, hm?" He says, grabbing one of the laminated paper menus, glancing it over. "You get whatever you want, I can buy." He says, squinting at the menu. He then pulls reading glasses from his coat, which brought out an involuntary snicker from you.

"What?" He gives you a look. You cover your mouth.

"Nothing, nothing. Hard to see?" You say playfully, wanting a reaction.

"Ain't a big deal, eyesight's... just not what it used to be."

"Ah." You reply, still smiling. Joel shakes his head, and the waitress appears.

"What can I get you started with, sugar?" She asks, looking at you. You order a coffee and one of the combo meals-- waffles, eggs, bacon-- and she scribbles it down, turning to Joel. "And you, handsome?" You can't help but look up a little too quickly at the nickname, that sweet southern accent making it sound so alluring-- but it's not your business. You glance back down. What was UP with you? Who cares if someone calls him that? He's a grown man. You're a grown woman. It's not your business if someone flirts with him, or dates him, or--

She leaves, and Joel leans back, looking at you. You straighten up.

"So, what's the route like?"

"Mostly just country, a few dingy towns like this." He says, earning a few glances from the locals. He takes his reading glasses off, and you can FEEL him tensing to ask a question.

"So... Mark," He starts, mentioning your ex husband. "Didn't... work out, huh?"

"No. Just... didn't see eye to eye on... anything after marriage." You say, a little surprised that it was so easy to say to him. His gaze holds nothing but curiosity, and maybe a hint of protectiveness?

"Yeah, that's how it goes. Marriage can be fickle, or so I've heard. God remembers your mom and dad before they split." He shakes his head and chuckles, then pauses. "Sorry- didn't mean it like that--"

"It's fine." You wave a hand, not minding. "I just really thought Mark and I would work, y'know? It felt so real, I was so... ready to do it."

Joel softens that much more, shrugging. "That's life, s'all. Real world ain't like storybooks, you know that. But what matters is you're still picking yourself up, y'know? That's... that's it, I think."

His words smooth the aching hurt and shame in your heart.

"Yeah, I think so too." You say, not keen to keep going with this subject. "So, what's got you all the way over here?"

"Well, Tommy-- you remember Tommy, yeah?" You nod. "He and Maria are havin' a baby. I went over there and built 'em a crib and all that stuff, just visiting for a while."

"I hope I didn't cut your visit short, right?" You ask, brow furrowing in concern. Joel waves his hands.

"Nah, nah, course not. You ain't a problem, hon. I was lookin' for an excuse, that damn woman is crazy." He says. You look out the window, trying to hide how red your face had gotten at just one word. Hon. Honey. He said it so naturally too, his tone smooth like whiskey and smoke. God, you had it bad.

"Yeah, poor Tommy." You murmur, smiling- to Joel, it seemed like you were smiling due to the pregnancy news, but really? It was him. "How're you doing? I mean, y'know. Any special ladies in your life?" You ask, hoping he'd say yes so your heart could just get crushed and you could stop being so silly about him.

"Ah, no. I guess I just don't got the time for--" He glances at you, then back down. "Y'know, relationships. Ain't ever really been my thing, that was always Tommy."

"Yeah, makes sense." You nod. He raises a brow.

"What's that mean?" He asks, glaring.

"Oh, nothing-- just, you've always been single, long as I've known you."

"Yeah, guess so. Not always, but. I dunno, guess the right trouble ain't found me yet." He chuckles, laughing a bit more heartily than before. You watch him, the grey hair at his roots, the way his nose crinkled just so when he laughed... it made your heart bloom. The soft clink of the coffee cups stole your attention, and you slide your cup over, adding cream and sugar and stirring. Joel slid the cream and sugar closer to you, sipping his black.

"You're just like your mother was, y'know. All cream and sugar, with a side of coffee." He shakes his head. You laugh.

"Yeah, guess so." You look at him over the rim of your coffee cup as the smooth liquid slides down your throat, and he looks right back at you.

The waitress sets your plates down, and you set your cup down as well, stomach rumbling. You start on your waffles, and Joel takes a bite of his breakfast sandwich. All you could think about was how fucking annoying Mark was when he ate. Loud, talked the whole time-- it irritated you. You had to sit in a separate room when he ate. You thought about telling Joel about it, but decided not to. He'd laugh. Which wasn't bad, but it was too fresh to subject the memory to that.

"This is real good, huh?" He says, covering his mouth with his hand while he spoke.

"Yeah, it is. Just what I needed." You nod, not quite talking about the food.

After breakfast, the two of you hit the road again. The highway is long, duh, and on all sides is flat grassland. Great. The truck is loud, humming, and the road is almost empty, maybe except for a car or two. It'd been about an hour, and only a few words had been said. It wasn't too bad, honestly though. It was nice. You didn't feel like you had to talk.

But, it did feel a little weird.

"Does your truck have bluetooth?" You ask, looking at the radio. Joel laughs.

"No, it don't. It's a little older than that, kid." He smiles, then raises a brow. "I got some CDs though, and the radio itself works. You know what a CD is, right?" He teases. You roll your eyes.

"Yes, yes, I know what a CD is. Jesus." You mutter, clicking on the radio. Its signal picks up, static giving way to Fleetwood Mac.

"This is a great one-- you know this one?" He asks, covering the small screen that displayed the song title. "Tell me, what song is it?"

You roll your eyes, thinking. "Landslide?" You ask, solely to tease him.

"No. Cmon, this is a deeper cut than that." He says, his tone making your toes curl. God, he did so little and it made you feel like a little girl.

"Believe Me?" You answer. He nods, smiling and moving his hand.

"Yeah, that's it! A good one too."

"Mhm. Kinda old." You say.

"Ain't that old. Only like, a decade ish older than me." He chuckles.

"Jesus." You shake your head.

"What?" He raises a brow.

"That's old. You're old." You grin, but part of you wonders what your dad would say. Or your friends. And then you’re annoyed for even thinking about them. You lean back, rifling through the bag of snacks. He glances in the rearview mirror as you grab jerky.

"What do you think you're doing?" He huffs. You shrug.

"I'm hungry."

"I just got you breakfast."

"And I'm still hungry." You tear off a piece of jerky with your teeth, eating a piece. You put the jerky by his mouth without thinking. He glances at it, then at you, before leaning forward and tearing a piece off.

“Am I hungry for my own goddamn food?” he mutters around the bite. But he eats it. And your fingers are still a little warm where they brushed his beard.

You laugh. "Sorry." You say gently, watching his face. The soft crow's feet in the corner of his eyes, the grey patch of hair that joined his hair to his beard, and god, that beard and mustache-- something about Joel was so masculine, so intense and powerful, but not threatening. He'd never been threatening. Just imposing, and there, like a rock in a river. Smoothed by the water, but not moved or changed.

"What's your plan? I mean, once you're home." Joel asks, a bit of concern in his tone.

"Oh, yeah..." You sigh, leaning back. "Work in my dad's shop for a bit, get my footing and a real job, then... get an apartment and just start again?" You say, your tone betraying how unsure you were. It sounds so flimsy out loud.

"Hm. You know how to work on cars?" He asks, raising a brow.

"No, but I can handle the register and the business stuff. I was a business major." You explain. Joel slaps his knee.

"That's what it was! Yeah, yeah. Business, you always were real smart." He smiles, proudly.

"Ehh, kinda." You chuckle softly.

He snorts at that, glancing over.

"No, not kinda. You're smart. Just a little unlucky." He shrugs.

Oh. Unlucky.

You hadn’t thought of it like that. Not stupid. Not naïve. Just… unlucky.

Somehow, that made it hurt a little less.

"How's that?" You ask, raising a brow. He pauses, unsure.

"The whole, uh, thing with your ex husband. That's an unlucky thing." He says. You nod.

"Guess so."

A comfortable silence descends on you two. You lean against the window, thinking. What did come next? You were thirty. Young, but grown. You wanted to be married by now, to have a steady job, a garden, a baby... but that wasn't your reality. You were stuck. Trapped. Moving back in with your dad. Fuck. You sigh, and your eyelids feel heavy. You sleep, for the first time in a while.

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"Every Man Gets His Wish"

A woman down on her luck reconnects with a man from her past. Joel Miller, her father's best friend. A four day road trip reveals secrets, longing, and the possibility that maybe, just maybe, love can make all the difference.

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why does no one talk abt the fact padmé had Keira Knightley and Sofia Coppola as handmaidens in TPM like she's literally so girlblogger it's incredible. natalie fucking portman ily. the coquette girlblogger girlies need to be put on omfg

...imagine a padmé stand alone film directed by Sofia Coppola omfg

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nsfw warning!

you CANNOT wear lingerie around ANAKIN. That man would fuck you in absolutely anything, and the very idea of you wearing something that was made to be enticing to him??? oh yeah, it's ripped. Whether you spend a stupid amount of money on it or not, he doesn't care during the moment. It's in shreds on the floor, and he's pounding your soaking cunt before you can even process it. Sometimes he'll stuff the shredded lingerie in your mouth when you need to keep quiet while he fucks you like a machine. That man is absolutely feral if you put it on, and after a while, there's an unspoken understanding that you just can't wear it around him, unless you wanna be railed all night. after that rule is semi established, if you decide to wear some anyway... you're fucked. he's all over you like a dog in heat. You're sore for a week afterwards. But of course, Anakin's a sweetheart to you when is cock isn't hard as steel. The next day he'd feel bad about ruining your lingerie, especially if it was expensive. He'd probably give you what credits (or money if this is modern) and treat you to a day out. Anakin's aftercare game is as good as his actual sex game is, you're never not well cared for with him. Can't say the same for the lingerie though....

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finished american heist. inconsolable. my baby :(

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girls be like “he’s my baby” and it’s literally a grown man who's commit several felonies

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I don't care which character he plays, I'll always see Anakin whenever he's angry

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I ❤️ silly Hayden pics

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Dating Anakin Skywalker would include;

Warnings: jealousy, descriptions of smut, smut, fluff, angst, kinks, swearing, more badly written headcanons

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

➪First things first; this man is jealous 99% of the time, let’s be real here.

➪Your relationship is forbidden, so Anakin isn’t able to show you off in all the ways he wants to.

➪All he’s allowed to do is train with you and sometimes is able to get away with pulling your back against his chest as he guides your saber down in a quick slash, but that is really it.

➪It’s nowhere near enough for him, but he puts up with it since he still gets to end most of his days with you in your secret shared room.

➪With that being said, even though he is a very jealous person, he is also very sweet.

➪When he wants to be.

➪But only with you.

➪You are the only person who gets to see his soft side.

➪You train together often since it’s really the only time you get to interact outside of your room, and he shamelessly admitted once that seeing you like that turns him on a lot.

➪Since you are a Jedi yourself, you and Anakin get to go on missions together and protect one another since you don’t really trust anyone else to do it.

➪It also allows for you to be around each other 24/7 without any suspicion being drawn to you.

➪And it usually allows Anakin to be all over you in the privacy of his ship/and or a separate room from the one at the temple.

➪Now....everyone says that he is a massive sub..not me.

➪I don’t buy it.

➪While he’s not a full blown dom (at least not until he turns to the dark side and then later becomes Vader), he’s also not a whiney sub who is just there for you to use.

➪He, of course, cares more about your pleasure than his own, but he also doesn’t act like he’s only a fucktoy for you.

➪Let’s be real, he is a lover, and therefore makes love to you in all the ways that leave you flustered and red in the face.

➪Now, that’s not to say he doesn’t have his full on dom moments.

➪When he gets super jealous, he’ll take you by the hand - and usually doesn’t care who sees, which is something he has to spend time later explaining - and take you back to his room to have his way with you.

➪He’ll say things like, “What were you doing with him, baby? Hm?” or “You think he can make you feel as good as I can? Does he really think that you’d let him?” while he’s railing you into an early grave.

➪With one hand gripping the headboard and the other covering your mouth so you’re not overheard, he is just completely letting out his jealousy and frustration of not being able to show you off like he wants to.

➪That being said, he’s not very quiet himself.

➪He usually has a swollen bottom lip by the time you’re both spent since he had to bite down on it hard to keep himself at least somewhat quiet.

➪His kinks are simple; marking, hair pulling and, you guessed it, choking.

➪He’s very careful with the way marks you, scattering love bites along your shoulders that are always covered by your robes, or on your inner thighs.

➪You’ve been with him for a long time, and saw the departure of his beloved braid, and when he decided to grow out his hair...oh boy.

➪His head had never been more sore.

➪You pull on it every time he takes you to bed, tugging the curls between your fingers with each thrust of his hips.

➪The headache he’d have afterwards was so worth it since he had been a bit nervous that you’d hate the new way he had begun styling his hair, and he was happy he couldn’t have been more wrong.

➪Choking....that should explain itself.

➪But the man loves wrapping his metal fingers gently around your throat, not nearly with enough pressure to block your airways but enough for you to feel it.

➪When he began to turn to the dark side, he definitely applied a bit more pressure, but still not enough to hurt you.

➪After all, you are the reason he lives and breathes, and he would never dream of causing you any type of harm.

➪His names for you are; sweet girl, angel, star and the occasional baby - but he usually saves that one for the bedroom.

➪You two eventually get married in the most lowkey wedding in the history of lowkey weddings, and exchange lightsabers as a way of showing your love.

➪Afterwards he took you away from Coruscant on a special mission - which was really just a fancy name for your honeymoon.

➪While it didn’t last long, Anakin did manage to get you pregnant, and that came with many problems.

➪Hiding it was a challenge, and hiding your son after giving birth was even harder, but you managed to do it for a while until you were able to get your own place in the city, where you and Anakin were able to raise him in peace and privacy.

➪Pick an AU; Anakin never turns to the dark side and gets to experience what it’s like to be a dad, or he does and you give up your son in order to protect him (and to keep him safe from his Sith father).

➪Either way, his love for you never falters and lives on through the memories you share together, whether or not he remains the loyal Jedi he was always meant to be.

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ANAKIN who cannot stand the thought of you in any sort of pain. so much so he hates it when you're on your cycle. you two's force bond is so close that he can feel when you're uncomfortable, he can sense your feelings and emotions. when you're halfway across the galaxy with your own battalion, hiding in the bathroom and trying not to cry because of the pain from your menstrual cramps, anakin can feel it as he listens to the chancellor drone on about politics. he knows how bad you feel on your cycle. when you get irritable at everyone, and then later cry in his arms because you "didn't mean to be *that* mean!", anakin's heart aches. so, when he senses you're in pain, he's at your side instantly. how does he manage to make an excuse to see you so much? no one knows. but there he is, making you drink water and glaring at anyone who dares to make a comment about your attitude. he's like your guard dog.

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i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck, not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me

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trying to watch higher ground but laughing at how OBVIOUSLY early 2000s it is and then trying not to freaking sob when scott's trauma is apparent

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clay and sam are so different but honestly top tier hayden characters 🤤

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everyone shut up actually.

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dating modern!anakin

warnings: fem!reader, one little implied nsfw thing, reader is feminine (makeup n stuff) and ani is a CUTIEEEEE

he's obsessed with you. you're his phone's wallpaper and home screen.

he takes pictures of you any moment he can, and any social media he has might as well be your fan page.

anytime you two go out, he's there to help you get ready.

he'll help you with your hair. your makeup, your outfit.

his favorite is obviously getting to put your bra on for you and zip the back of your dress up. he'll press little kisses up and down your back before zipping it up all the way.

"Maker, you're amazing..."

he doesn't care how you dress, but, the skimpier you dress, the closer he holds you. he likes to sort of show you off, and if anyone tries to hit on you, he'll look you up and down, and then look at the person.

"Yeah... isn't my girlfriend gorgeous?"

he'll tell you if your mascara or anything is uneven, and he'll even do it for you.

"hold still... gotta get it even, baby."

he does a cute lil focused face that makes you laugh, ultimately making it look worse, much to his frustration.

once he gets you to stop laughing, he can't help but think about how smudged the mascara will be once you two get home. he imagines it running down your face, a mix of tears, makeup, and... other fluids.

he's always holding your hand, and if he's not, his hand is on your back, sort of guiding you around. he doesn't even think about it.

if you ask enough, he'll let you put makeup on him, and to his dismay, you'll take pictures. he pretends to be annoyed, but if you're happy, he's overjoyed.

"I told you not to... ugh, you're annoying."

he'll say with affection, pressing kisses all over your face as you laugh.

he'll watch your favorite shows with you, and either get obsessed, or not care too much.

regardless, he'll listen to you talk about them for hours, while he plays with your hair, sometimes tracing little shapes on your back or shoulders.

"Mhm... I'm listening, Angel, I promise..."

he's always got his hands on you. whether it's your back, your arm, your hands... he's always got a hand on you.

i imagine he's a mechanic? so he comes home greasy and messy a lot, tired.... but eager to pull you into the shower with him. which, of course you don't object.

he's always fiddling with his prosthetic, and he eventually lets you decorate it, putting stickers all over it. he thinks it's the cutest thing, but wouldn't say that.

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summer lovin'

anakin skywalker x reader.

warnings; MDNI!!! somno, anakin lowkey being a jerk, smut, slight degradation, nothing too bad. no use of y/n, use of "whore."

summary; anakin comes home one late night, needy for you. he gets what he wants.

Anakin walks into you two's shared apartment, his muscles and bones sore from the week spent on the battlefield. He takes his armor and boots off, careful not to awaken you. You're in a small, lacy nightgown to cope with Coruscant's summer heat. Anakin stands over the bed and tilts his head affectionately at you as you sleep. He crouches next to the bed, moving hair from your ear.

"You look so gorgeous... I hope you stay asleep, pretty girl..."

He laughs to himself as he stands up, and positions himself above you on the bed. He just got back, and he needed some stress relief. His hands find the hem of your nightgown, and he gently pulls it up over your butt. To his surprise, and to his delight, you'd decided not to wear underwear, most likely due to the heat. He shakes his head, biting his lip.

"What a whore."

He kisses the inside of your thighs, and gives your ass a tiny slap. You stay asleep, only shifting a little. He notices this, and waves his hand, using the force to ensure you'd be asleep, at least for a few minutes longer. He positions himself, rock hard from the sight of your already soaking pussy. He firmly grips your hips, and slowly pushes into you. He lets out a deep moan, as he'd always been just a bit too big for you. He slowly but surely increases his pace, groaning with delight. You began to wake up, but he didn't care anymore, the only sound in the room was your wet pussy letting his dick disappear inside you. You wake up with a moan ripping through your throat, and Anakin presses your head into the pillow.

"Shhh.... just... just, lemme use you, baby..."

He says, and you nod, biting your lip against the size of his cock.

"You always take it so well..."

He whines, his pace increasing more. He pushes your head down further, and your brain is fuzzy, from sleep, from the force, and from Anakin's cock, pushing into your needy pussy. You whine, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you reach your peak, gasping, and still moaning.

"Made you cream all over my dick, huh? And you say it's too big..."

He laughs, now jackhammering into you without relent. You were like a doll to him. After being pounded into for a while longer, he slowed as he emptied into you, his seed filling the entirety of your needy pussy. He pulls out only after his cum fills you up. He slaps your ass as he pants, smiling wide.

"Good... good job..."

He smiles, laying back on the bed next to you. He tilts his head.

"I'm sorry... I needed you."

You sleepily shrug, you never minded him doing that, you'd both been over it multiple times. He caresses your cheek, and tilts his head.

"Want me to clean you up?"

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domestic hcs with padmé amidala!

warnings: none. just fluff hcs.

-padmé adores coffee, and she adores early mornings with you, before the bustling city of coruscant wakes up.

-whether you prefer coffee or tea in the morning, she’ll have it ready to go for you. she’s an early bird, already going over senatorial bills before you’re even awake.

-you however, are not an early bird. you wake up later than her, melting into her arms as soon as you get close. she peppers your face in kisses as you yawn.

-she likes when you’re sleepy, and she’ll tease you about it- “Look at you, sleepyhead.” she’ll giggle.

-when the handmaidens arrive to put her senate outfits together, you watch from the couch in awe at their skill.

-you and padmé spend late nights together, often spent in silence, each of you working on your respective assignments. the silence is comfortable, until it reaches the late hours of the night, when you know both of you should be asleep.

-you often find yourself dragging her to bed, and ending up a pillow for her highness.

-“I’m not tired, besides, this bill needs to be passed…”

-“sweetheart, come on. you’re exhausted.”

-after much convincing, you pull her into bed.

-padmé wraps her arms and legs around you, her long curls surrounding the two of you as you rest, and the cycle repeats.