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Allow Me // ch 1

Darth Vader x F!Reader

based on this ask by @informationqueen

(a/n: sorry this took so long!! but thank you for waiting!! I just got really focused on finishing up unconditionally and getting enigma set up for the climax. But, never the less, here it is!)

People would kill to be in your position, an officer on Darth Vader’s ship, the Executor. You couldn’t complain really, but ever since you transferred, something had felt off, you couldn’t seem to fit in or find your place amongst the others on board. Sadly, you receive some upsetting news and debate leaving, until an interaction with the Sith Lord, himself, leaves you curious as to who he is under all of that armor (literally & figuratively)

Warnings: mention of parental death, cannon violence, death, depiction of anxiety attack, depressive episode, loneliness, slut shaming, cursing, crude names, harassment

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Walking through the halls of your new posted station, you felt a sense of loneliness.

The white halls with troopers cycling through seemed so cold. You had worked here for a few weeks, yet you hadn’t made a single meaningful connection with anyone.

On the contrary, it seemed like most people just saw you as a nuisance, especially a unit of troopers that seemed to make a game out of tormenting you. 

As much as you tried, no one seemed interested in becoming acquaintances with you and it was wearing you down by the day.

But you needed to push through your discomfort, this was one of the best jobs in the empire. Working on Lord Vader’s personal ship?

People would kill to be in your shoes. 

You made your way down one of the many monotonous corridors to deliver a message to Admiral Ozzel about a new development in the rebel pursuit.

Personally, you didn’t really have opinions on the matters of the galaxy, of course you wanted peace for your system, but you couldn’t see a way to really fit into its liberation. So you went on with your life and did the best you could to be a decent human. 

Tensions on the Executor were fairly high with the pursuit of the Rebels fresh on Lord Vader’s mind. You had only ever seen Vader from a distance and he never spoke directly towards you. You often wondered if he even knew half of the people who worked under him.

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You were about to turn the corner into Ozzel’s office when the doors swooshed open and he stomped past.

“Wait! Sir, I have a message for you” You said, trying to catch up to the man.

He didn’t hear you and continued down the busy corridor to a control room. You followed closely behind but stopped when you entered the doorway of the room. 

Blinking lights and shimmering screens littered the space and a rush of busy admirals and empire workers bustled about the room. A loud beeping sound began and a large screen flashed sciatica before showing the mask of the most feared man in the galaxy.

Darth Vader.

You decided it better not to give the Admiral his message until after the suited man was done speaking; you stayed largely outside of the room, but peeked your head around the corner to see what was happening.

Admiral Ozzel turned to the dark figure and addressed him, though he didn’t get to finish his sentence before he began choking. 

“You have failed me for the last time, admiral” the deep mechanical voice boomed.

Your eyes widened as you saw the man you had just been trailing, collapse lifeless on the sleek floor of the executor.

As much as he was a nuisance, he didn’t deserve death.

Soon, Vader had shifted command to the next Admiral and exited the call. He was terrifying. The stories of him reached every corner of the galaxy and everyone knew them, but some of you just didn’t believe it.

But he just killed a man through a screen… What the fuck.

A gloved finger tapped your shoulder, making you jump. As you turned around, you noticed the man as the man who just replaced Ozzel. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked quite assertively, he was probably just on edge from witnessing his co-worker be killed right beside him.

“I was tasked with giving news of the rebel pursuit to Admiral…Ozzel” you trailed off as you watched two stormtroopers drag his limp body out of the control bay. 

“Well, now you may relay that information to me” the man standing before you stated.

You straightened your posture and delivered the news.

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As you finished your rounds, walking through the monochromatic halls of the flagship, you felt a buzz from the holo-pad clipped to your side.

The blue screen flashed pixels spelling out your father’s name. 

Odd. He never contacted you.

Begrudgingly you moved to lean against an indent in the wall as you checked his message.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, But your mother…”

Oh no.

“Your mother has passed” you heard him choke out on the audio message.

You cut the pad off and slowly slid your back down the wall. You didn’t know what to think, your parents were both healthy and led pretty normal lives, how did she?

The news was so sudden and unexpected. And where were you? Focusing on your career, several systems away….You didn’t get to say goodbye.

You were more in shock than anything, but as you sat there for a moment the tears began to fall. You leaned over your knees and held yourself. You didn’t know how much time had passed when you heard the familiar step of heavy boots. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you felt the nearing presence of the sith lord. 

Maker, this really wasn’t a good time.

You were about to stand at attention for Lord Vader, but before you could, he was already standing over you. 

“State your business here” his deep mechanical voice boomed. 

Your heart began to race, he had never directly spoken to you. Yet here he was looking into your glassy eyes.

You bowed and began to explain yourself. “My apologies, my Lord, I was-”

“You seem to have been crying” he observed.

Your face heated up even more now, was he going to kill you because he found you “weak”?

“I-I’m sor-”

“I sense your great discomfort, tell me what has happened?” he asked, tilting his helmet slightly. 

He's asking you what happened? Does he really care? Probably not, but you saw what happened earlier when his orders were defied.

“It’s my mother, my Lord…She passed,” you said quietly. 

You heard as his mechanical breathing hitched before he looked down the hallways. Once he turned back to you he placed a gentle gloved hand on your upper arm.

“My condolences. I understand.” he said before turning and leaving, his normal strut carrying him down the corridor. 

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For the next few days you were still in denial that the interaction with Vader happened. He was known to be a coldhearted machine who never had any emotion other than hatred. But, to you, he was….kind?

Your father had your mother buried quickly after her passing, sadly you were not able to attend her funeral, but maybe it was better that way. If you went back home, you might not have ever come back to the executor. 

You walked around the ship checking off equipment efficiency, today you had the exclusive card to Lord Vader’s meditation chamber. You had checked out that technology before, but you were unusually anxious this time.

What if you ran into him there? Would he remember you?

You swiped the silver card and entered the dark room. Your breath hitched as the doors revealed his chamber to be closed… he was in there.

You gathered all the courage you could and continued to the control system. The task was to check the equipment but you felt as if it were a violation of privacy. You had never been in the room while Vader was actually meditating so you had no idea what to do.

For lack of better ideas you gently knocked on the outer shell of the chamber and prayed he wouldn’t crush your airways. 

The Pod whirred and slowly began to ascend. You gulped as you heard the squeal of his helmet being secured to the rest of his suit. 

You bowed as his chair turned to face you. “I am sorry for the intrusion, My Lord. I have been tasked with inspecting the mechanics and I thought it best to alert you I would be in the room” you spoke.

He lifted a hand, “No need for apologies”.

Huh?

That was much more laid back than you were expecting.

“I sensed your intent once you entered. I have no qualms with people doing their jobs..unless it negatively affects me.” his mechanical voice conveyed to you.

You made sure to silence your thoughts, you didn’t know how much he could sense your emotions. But you knew he was being uncharacteristically cordial. 

“Thank you My Lord” you rose from your bow. 

His dark lenses stared at you for a moment before he spoke once more, “You are the officer I encountered in the corridor, are you not?”.

You nodded.

“Were You able to see your mother buried?” he asked.

Why was he asking you this, it's not like he cared.

“No sir, my schedule did not permit time for that, she was buried on our home planet just the other day.” 

His dark mask tilted downward. He must have been deep in thought because he didn’t register your voice until you repeated yourself for the third time.

“My Lord?”

“Continue your duties, pay no heed to myself” he spoke after another second of silence.

Your heart began to thump heavily inside your chest, you almost would have rather he ordered you to exit. Now you were stuck in here poking around as the mechanics while he was attempting to meditate nearby. 

“I am regretful that you were not able to see her buried” his voice chimed in, surprising you.

“Oh, um, thank you, my lord” you said shyly

“I understand your pain” was all he said before returning to his meditative state.

Your heart tugged as you worked, you knew you shouldn’t make a habit of running into and conversing with THE Darth Vader, but you couldn’t help but feel compelled. The rhythmic breathing of his suit oddly comforted you as you worked maintenance, he was really the only person who had expressed any interest in your life in months.

As you finished the last of your tasks you thought about how crazy this situation was, not only did he allow you to work in his room; you know he said he didn’t mind workers just doing their jobs, but he never allowed people into his meditation chamber with him. Never.

But he also never acknowledged anyone’s emotions, much less sympathize with them.

You gathered your supplies and headed out, looking back once you reached the doors to see if you should say goodbye or just leave. He was seated away from you; his shoulders were so broad, you wondered what he may look like under the suit…

“Thank you, my Lord” you said, deciding to announce your exit, rather than just leave– you didn’t exactly know what he thought of you, but you didn’t want to assume anything or create a bad impression.

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Once the large doors closed behind you, you took a deep breath and leaned against the nearest wall.

Maker, that was intense.

You stood there for a moment to gather your thoughts when two troopers walked by; much to your chagrin, they were the two who seemed to enjoy antagonizing you.

“Well well well… what do we have here?” one of them spoke.

“‘What’s got you all out of breath?” the other snarky asked.

You straightened your back and furrowed your brow, “That is none of your concern”

One kept his eye on you as the other nudged him and motioned towards the chamber door. 

“Ohhh, I see. Little officer y/n, providing her services to Sith lords across the galaxy”.

“I bet you love when Lord Vader whips out his ‘saber’, just for you.”

“Oh yea, Vader’s personal concubine” they laughed together.

“Real mature” you said, attempting to push past the two taller troopers.

“Hey, were not the ones “sucking” up to the boss, I mean look at her… it makes sense, how else do you think she got a position here?” one implied, tapping the temple of his helmet. 

“Yeah, it's not like she’s particularly good at her job”, the other snickered.

“At least she’s got a pretty face” 

You pushed past the two, feeling your anger about to spill over.

“Aww, where ya goin’ sweetheart? We were just joking” they laughed behind you.

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The rest of your week went on normally, you continued maintenance on whatever needed it and ran messages to various people. Though, you were finding hate mail by your quarters; you knew it was the troopers having their fun and you knew they’d be vandalizing your door if it wasn’t empire property. 

You weren’t distraught over the disgustingly crude letters they were leaving, more than anything you felt numb; why did they care to torment you if you didn’t even feel it anyway.

At this point, you existed purely as a cog to the machine of the empire. That's all you were.

Maybe a walk would clear your mind; it was after hours and you knew you weren’t allowed to go far, but it was better than going stir crazy in your room. 

The white door in front of you opened with a “swoosh” and you stepped through the frame. As usual, there was a crumpled up letter at your feet. You sighed and tossed it into the waste bin, why bother reading it? You’d just get another tomorrow…and the next day… and the next. 

As you roamed the cold halls, pondering your situation. You had no friends, no claims to your own, your mother passed and you weren't even there.

On top of that you were completely replaceable, the empire didn’t even need you; surely there was another being out there just as, if not more, capable than you.

All of these emotions and thoughts used to eat at you, but now you struggled to even feel at all.

It was getting bad. 

Before you knew it, you were as far from the sleeping quarters as you were technically permitted, you prepared to head back when a familiar sound caught your ear.

That breathing, it was him.

You flattened yourself against the wall and held your breath, if he saw you out here after hours and not in the approved uniform, you would actually be done for. 

His heavy footsteps halted and you heard the clink of stormtrooper armor clamoring down the hall. 

“Stop.” the deep mechanical voice commanded.

“Yes, Lord Vader” you heard the trooper respond. Ugh, not just any troopers, it was definitely the pair who had been tormenting you.

There was a moment of silence before the trooper spoke again, “Is everything alright, sir?”.

Soon, you heard a blaster crash to the floor and the nerve wracking sound of suffocation.

“I’m not sure, I’m feeling pretty tense, I haven’t seen my ‘concubine’ lately”

Oh shit.

The trooper who wasn’t being choked to death spoke up, “please. My lord, he didn’t mean anything by it!” 

You peeked around the corner just enough to see Vader menacingly turn towards the other trooper, gloved hand still outstretched by his belt. All of a sudden he released his force hold on the man, allowing him to fall to the floor.

The free standing trooper knelt down to help the other back to his feet.

“I see now, the two of you meant no harm. Carry on” Vader spoke, returning his hands to his sides.

The troopers gave each other a look before they quickly scrambled down the corridor. As Vader turned the other way towards the other exit. 

You were about to head back as well, until you heard faint crunching followed by cries of pain. You looked back around the corner and saw the troopers grabbing at their helmets and Vader slowly turning back towards them. 

With a simple swipe of his hand he sharply drew the men closer to him; they ended up suspended off the ground, their armored bodies thrashing around.

“I will not allow your insulting behavior on my ship- and it seems this is not the first disturbance you have caused” his strong voice boomed through the corridor. 

You silently rose and started tip-toeing back to the rooms, you definitely did not want to be caught here, and it sounded like the Sith lord was concluding business. As you hurried back, the halls behind you rang with crunching and two final screams. 

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You made sure to jump straight into bed and turn every light out; a sheen of sweat still covering your forehead.

You got back just fine, but why did you still feel uneasy? You had seen the horrors of the empire, two trooper’s death’s shouldn't shake you that much…

Was it the fact that they were dead because of a conversation you were a part of? What if the Sith lord came for you next? No. he wouldn’t…

right?

You did nothing wrong… well, he doesn’t know that…. Maker!

Soon you were on the verge of a panic attack, the pounding of your heartbeat thumped in your ears and you couldn’t seem to catch your breath. You just needed to relax.

Breathe in through the nose. Out through the mouth. In…out…in…out…

Once you calmed down you checked the time on the built-in digital clock all the rooms had; fuck, over half and hour had passed and you had to be up in four hours.

What you needed to do now was focus on falling asleep so you could do good work tomorrow. 

You settled down and began to drift into a comforting sleep, everything was ok-

Through the thin walls of the workers quarters, you made out a familiar gait… those heavy boot steps… that patterned breathing. 

He was coming.

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a/n: tyy for reading!! I am planning on doing a few more chapters, I havent decided how long I want to make this, But I hope you enjoyed!! and im really sorry abt the wait, again :(

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Allow me// ch 16

Vader x Reader

a/n: so sorry i’ve been super busy w work and school :( but i will finish my outgoing fics :) ty for sticking with me and for ur patience- hope u all still enjoy the story

confessions and unveiled secrets

warnings: cursing, angst, medical procedures, cannon typical violence

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Vader opened his tired eyes and realized he was in a bed, an actual bed.

He attempted to sit himself up but was quickly reminded of his recent injuries, wincing painfully.

Before he could gain his bearings, a gentle hand placed itself onto his exposed shoulder from the other side of the bed. 

He flinched again which triggered his self defense; soon you felt your airway closing up. The forceful pressure made your heart race as you gasped for air. You removed your hand from him and clawed at your throat.

Vader turned to see who the hand belonged to and his deep yellow eyes faded to blue immediately once he realized it was you. 

Your brows were upturned in concern as you fought for oxygen- he exhaled the breath he was holding and you were released.

With a sigh you placed your hands on the bed in front of you and hunched over, catching your breath. 

“y/n…” he called desperately, “I’m so- I’m so sorry”.

You shook your head as you attempted to quell his worries. 

“I would never- It’s never my intention to hurt you” he rasped. 

“It’s ok- It’s ok… you didn’t mean to” you managed a smile. 

He attempted to sit up once more to meet you but failed again. 

“V, stay still- Don’t hurt yourself” you guided as you placed your hand back onto his shoulder. 

“Wait, just… let me hold you-” 

“But your burns?”

Vader shook his head slightly, “they don't matter at the moment- I just want you” he admitted. 

He honestly didn’t care if holding you hurt him- nothing could have pained him more than knowing he could have truly harmed you.

You reluctantly nodded, still concerned about his unhealed wounds but still helped him into a sitting position. 

Without a word he pulled you closer with the force and wrapped his new metal arms tightly around you.

He bit back a hiss as your robes brushed against his wounds; once you were situated, he shakily breathed in your scent and rested his head on your shoulder. 

“Lie back” you coaxed once you felt the tremble of exhaustion coming from his tired body. 

He nodded and laid his head back on your plush pillow; there was a comfortable silence surrounding the two of you as you relaxed under his signature. 

“thank you- for everything” he said before turning his head slightly to kiss your forehead with his scarred lips. 

You peeked at him through your lashes and smiled, “Of course V, you know I would do anything for you- I would go up to the emperor myself, If I had a plan” you added, only half joking. 

“I know- that’s why you mean so much to me y/n” he said shortly debating whether or not to reveal the extent of his feelings. 

Your smile faltered and you unintentionally loosened your grip on him; were you only important to him because you were so devoted to him? Is that the only reason he was so kind-

No words needed to be exchanged for him to feel the weight of your disappointment- Perhaps he could have phrased that better…

You wrapped your arms around yourself and stared at the ceiling as you began to severely overthink; meanwhile, Vader frantically tried to come up with a solution. 

You were naive to think he would want you if you weren’t at his beck and call, why would he care for you outside of being convenient?! He had no reason to…

Your thoughts were interrupted by one of his new hands on your cheek “I know you would do anything for me and I appreciate that- but I would never ask you to endanger yourself for my sake. You are too dear to me, My Darling”.

Your ears perked up at the term of endearment and his reassurance; you couldn’t stop yourself from saying “Really?”

He nodded and pulled you closer; your head rested on his scarred chest and you could hear the whirr of his support system with every breath he took. 

“Truly… I detest the notion of you being in danger” he said, still trying to figure out how he wanted to go about this (it had been a very long time since he had to express any vulnerable emotion, especially one involving romance). 

“Well thank you V” you responded thinking he would respond and then the conversation would pass. 

“It is because I love you too much- I cannot have anything happen to you… I-It would break my heart” he said, squeezing you tighter. 

Did he just-

“Love?” you squeaked out. 

How you longed to hear that word escape his mouth!

His grasp didn’t allow for you to look at him and you could tell he wanted it that way, but you still tried. 

“Vader- I want to see you” you said softly, attempting to coax the man to release you. 

He shook his head slightly as a scared child might and only continued to hold you closer (if that was even possible). 

He had a slight waiver to his already weak voice when he spoke again, “I do not think I would be able to continue without you”. 

Vader cursed himself for being so vulnerable… so fragile. But he simply could not contain the immense build up of emotions he had been suppressing.

After all… the main thing that kept him allowing himself to die on Mustafar was you- If that happened and he didn’t have you to live for he was sure he would have given in to the death he had been craving since the first time he laid on the burning shores. 

“I-it is alright if you do not share the sentiment- I still appreciate all you have done for me”

You were able to wiggle out of his firm grasp and propped yourself up to look him in the eyes, but once you were situated he would not meet your gaze.

Gently, you took his face in your hands and turned him towards you slowly. Surprisingly he allowed you to manage his movements and finally looked at you. 

His pupils were wavering and the color tetered between yellow and that lovely blue; the corners slightly damp with tears daring to fall. His eyes twitched under your gaze- what were you thinking? 

Your expression softened and you placed a kiss to his lips once more, “My Dear, you are the single most important thing in my life- how could I not love you?”.

He exhaled harshly and his tears began to descend; instead of wiping them away, you kissed the trails they left; “I have loved you from a distance for a while now… I just didn’t want to ruin us with my ambitious feeling”. 

“Ruin us? You could never ruin us” Vader realized his passionate promises and words reflected the naivety of his former self- Anakin Skywalker. He could never moderate his intense feelings- especially when it came to love. 

But this time he would not allow himself to be so reckless- He wouldn’t lose again. 

He held you impossibly closer and pressed gentle kisses to your temple as he rocked you back and forth attempting to ground himself. 

“You do not understand how much this means to me- how desperately I love you…” he said, barely above a whisper. 

“Oh V” you cooed as you ran the pad of your thumb along his scarred cheek.

You felt his force signature falter, he was spent- the past few days had been emotional and physically taxing. 

“Alright my Love, ‘cmon, let's get you back to sleep” you coaxed, pulling the comforter over his shoulders. 

“No” he protested, lightly pulling at your arm. 

“You need to regain your strength V”. 

He mumbled before pulling you into his chest again, “what are you doing?” you giggled at his needy actions.

“Stay…”

With a breath of defeat you finally gave in to Vader’s wishes and cuddled up next to him.

“Fine, you win… this time”.

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You weren’t quite sure how long you had been asleep but you woke to a dreadful feeling; a sleazy aura slunk past your door and you felt the intense weight of a foreign force signature- someone was outside. 

Worriedly, you pushed yourself onto your elbows and turned towards the man beside you; his eyes were already wide open and firmly placed a protective hand over your arm as he slowly attempted to sit up. 

You shrunk behind him as you watched a shadow under your door as the figure passed. The person stopped for a moment before laughing sinisterly. 

It’s alright, Just stay still My Love- you heard Vader call through the force. 

After a few painstaking moments the shadow finally left and took the oppressive weight with them. Vader tiredly laid back with a deep exhale and you attended to him.

“V, what- Who was that?” you asked as you calmed him down. 

“No one you need to worry about- I’ll handle it” he said, gently brushing your soft cheek with his cool metallic digits. 

“But-”

He shook his head, “Everything will be alright, trust me”. 

With that he ended the conversation and you laid down beside him with a frown before falling back asleep. 

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Vader’s life support worked overtime to keep up with his heart rate as he stomped down the corridor to meet his master.

He knew it was Palpatine who was outside your door last night, he knew he covered his signature too late- he knew Palpatine knew. 

He hadn’t felt so protective over someone in a long time so he was quite worried about you. He was weary to leave you this morning (who knew if the Emperor would order the troopers to do something to you?) but he eventually worked himself up to it. 

He decided it best to at least try to mask his emotions and true feelings instead of coming clean right away- he knew the Emperor well enough to know not to reveal everything to him.

The large sliding doors of the throne room opened to reveal the pale man perched atop the large chair; Vader closed his eyes and allowed himself to gain his composure before stepping forward. 

“Ahh I am pleased to see you whole again, Lord Vader” Palpatine smiled sinisterly as Vader struggled to bow without hurting himself. 

“I have done as you wish, my master. Have I redeemed myself?” 

“You have solidified your resilience and strength… I am pleased you still possess your fighting spirit” 

Vader felt himself relax, it seemed he had at least obtained the Emperor's approval once more. 

“Though… I am afraid you have become weak in other ways” the cloaked man added. 

“I do not understand; What exactly are you referring to?” Vader asked as he played off his anxieties. 

“Do not play the fool with me, my friend- You know exactly of whom I speak”

“I do not-” Vader began. 

“Cease your lies! I know she has been nursing your wounds and tending to you- Did you really think your lovesick gallivanting would not be brought to my attention?! Have you forgotten that this is my empire and I have informants in every corner…”

Vader felt his anger bubbling under the surface of his composure- he knew this confrontation was inevitable but he still felt the urge to snap the old man’s neck. 

“The woman of which you speak has done nothing wrong and serves the Empire loyally” Vader said as his hands rested on his bent knee. 

“You-” Palpatine corrected, “She serves you, loyally. She has no dedication to the empire”. 

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, “She has blinded you”. 

Palpatine slowly lifted himself off of the throne and descended the stairs towards Vader. 

“I think that we need to set your focus back on the right track… but how to do that? Hmm” the pale man taunted before acting as if he had an epiphany. 

“Ahh! I’ve got an idea” he hissed. 

Vader’s stomach dropped- he knew what his master was going to say… he was going to say-

“Y/N, isn’t that her name? I have realized she is the one who has catalyzed this era of weakness in you, she must be the issue. It would be a shame if something were to occur that took her out of the pict-” 

“You will not touch her!” Vader’s mechanical voice boomed as he rose to his feet. 

Palpatine laughed and his sickening eyes widened, “seems I have struck a nerve, my friend? Would that be an accurate inference?”.

“Do not make me reiterate myself” Vader seethed, never had he so blatantly disagreed with his master- but nowadays he didn't have much to lose (other than you). 

“A bit bold, aren't we? Hah- Calm yourself old friend, I have use for her yet… just you wait” Palpatine said before walking back up the stairs to sit once more. 

At this point Vader’s teeth were clenched and his pacemaker was working overtime- this wasn't good, he needed to get you out of here, needed to get you somewhere safe. 

“You are dismissed… Tell your little friend I said hello” Palpatine smuggly said before waving him out.

Vader would make him regret ever saying your name. 

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a/n: sorry again this took so long!! but palps has something cooking- what will v do? what will the reader do?? WHAT WILL HAPPEN?!

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DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[meanbossart]

(proceeds to fix him)

[transarsonist]

but no yeah lets have the conversation:

"the CEO doesnt want to run that kind of website" Excuse, shouldnt have bought the 'go nuts show nuts whatever' website if thats the case. APPEAL DENIED

"we have to follow the TOS of the appstores we're hosted on" Excuse item one, no you dont, item two, you have since those days implimented infrastructure that would allow pornography and sex work on this platform Without violating TOS of any applicable app store. APPEAL DENIED

"we own the site we get to make the rules" Incorrect, this site has only ever made profit when the users willed it. we collectively own the site as a hive mind and no legal change in ownership will change that. APPEAL DENIED

"we have to keep this website safe for the children who use it" Argument based on fallacy banning pornography and sex workers does not prevent pornography and sex work from occuring on the site, it only forces aforementioned users to hide and avoid labling their content appropriately, which REDUCES the safety for children and sex workers alike instead of increasing it, this has been shown to the point that making this argument at all is tantamount to admiting fascist intent APPEAL DENIED

[inkskinned]

what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.

[aashiqui-aashiqui]