#nerd anakin skywalker x reader

[lunarnightt]

For my Stephan glass and nerd! Anakin lovers

[anakinstwinklebunny]

STALKER!NERD!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort. Death, murderer, swearing, weird behavior, psycho behavior

Author's note: got inspired by amazing @xzaddyzanakinx, check her sutff out, it's wayyy better!!!

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who at the beginning seemed like a normal cute nerd

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would write down every small detail he learned about you in his special notebook

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would get nervous whenever the math class was about to begin (just because you're in it too). He doesn't have a problem with math, hell, he loves this subject but not as much as he loves you. His eyes would time to time move towards to where you're sitting, his cheeks heating up as he tries to pretend he's actually paying attention to what teacher says

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin whose one of the main wishes was to finally catch your attention. To make you notice him; his love for you, his unconditional commitment, his deep interest in everything you do - from your voice to your every small part on your body. It was something he wished and prayed for, to finally catch your gaze longer than one mere second

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who began fantasizing about you late at night to make himself fall asleep sometimes

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, when you once struggled with your laptop in class, Anakin, the tech whiz, offered to help you out. He found it as a perfect opportunity to finally have his first real interaction with you. Although nervousness creeped all over his body, stopping right at his cheeks to make them rosy. His hands were gentle as they glided over the keyboard, but you had no idea that while he was fixing your issue, he was also installing a program that gives him remote access to your laptop. He smiled at you after, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, and you thanked him—unaware that he had just gained access to every aspect of your life.

Later that night, as you were working, you noticed your laptop screen flickering for a moment. Although you brushed it off, not realizing Anakin is on the other end, watching you through your webcam. His breath catched in his throat as he watched you. The heat he couldn't just ingore rising inside him whenever he imagined what it would be like to have you by his side..every.single.day

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who's always in the library, studying furiously or working on some coding project. Yet one day, you left a book behind on accident, and of course, he’s the one who finds it. Instead of returning it to you, Anakin uses it as an excuse to hold onto something of yours—your scent lingering on the pages (at least he thinks it lingers, that it's still there), your small scribbled notes on the margins. And the way his heartbeat quickened whenever he held something you did just second ago - it was so thrilling

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who after the laptop 'help', brought himself the courage to talk to you. At first, he made sure to make it time to time and a small talks - about lessons you've just had, sometimes he tried to gossip (for the first time) about teachers he actually liked (but knew you hated) in jokey way to make you smile and agree at what he's saying - so he did baby steps that hopefully would let him get closer.

He was always obssesing over these talks, always came up to you with flushed cheeks, trying to ignore your sceptical-looking friends. Although he cursed himself after every interaction with you just because he stuttered a lot, and he wanted to make the best impression on you as possible (but who would have known that you finded it cute)

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who gave himself time (but with his often excitement it was hard) to gain your trust, to 'know' you even better than what he knew already (so you wouldn't be suspicious about him knowing certain stuff)

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was thrilled to help you with subjects you sucked at. Often staying just for you long hours in the library after lessons;

"Hi, Annie."

That soft, sugar-sweet voice pulled Anakin out of his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. He looked up, and there you were—his Aphrodite, his goddess—smiling at him, your eyes bright as you took a seat next to him, your math books gently landing on the library's wooden table.

Anakin froze for a moment, his mind swirling. How was it that you could always leave him feeling like this—flustered, vulnerable? His usual composure disappeared every time you came near. He was used to watching you from afar, secretly lingering in the shadows, but now as you were right next to him, close enough that he could smell your perfume, his mind went dizzy

He swallowed hard, trying to control the quickened beat of his heart. “Hi, y/n he said softly, forcing a gentle smile. “So, what do you need help with today?”

You sighed, flipping open your math book, brows furrowing in that adorable way you always did when you were concentrating. “sequences... I don’t get it.”

Anakin's heart lifted slightly at the request. This was his chance—his moment to shine before you. “Don’t worry, I'll help you"

"That’s so stupid," you muttered, grimacing at the another math problem in front of you. You've been doing this shit for what felt like hours and you could feel your brain slowly release more and more smoke

Anakin only chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “It’s not stupid. You’re just learning it. Trust me, math can save your life.”

The phrase almost made you vomit “That’s a bold statement.”

He grinned, watching your pencil scratch against the paper, marveling at how even something so mundane looked graceful in your hands. “Bold but true,” he teased. “If you were stranded on a deserted island without a signal, you'd need math to find your way back home.” he folded his hands between his legs, offering you this small smile

you huffed “I’d need a map, not math.”

“And how do you think they make maps?” he shot back with a smug smirk on his face. He was nothing like this shy, stuttering guy you knew just time ago. It was more endearing, in a way “Math. Without it, you wouldn’t have a map in the first place.”

You bit your lip in thought, a small furrow appearing on your brows as you glanced back at the task in front of you. The way your lips pouted slightly as you tried to focus made Anakin’s heart skip a beat. “Math is a haunting beast,” you sighed, writing the example down. “It doesn’t help you; it ruins you.”

Anakin chuckled again, shaking his head. “That’s just a matter of perspective.” His voice softened, dropping a little lower “You just haven’t seen it the right way. I can change that, you know.”

“Can you?” your tone teasing but laced with curiosity.

“If you let me, absolutely.” His eyes sparkled while watching you, drinking in every detail of your face. He had never been this close to you ever before. And oh God, he loved it so much. He could smell the faint scent of your vanilla perfumes, every inch of your skin seemed so touchable..so soft..so-- “But you’ve got to take it seriously. Otherwise, how can I help you?”

“I am taking it seriously, Anakin. You know I’m thankful for all the time and effort you put into this.”

The word time echoed in Anakin’s mind, sending a rush of emotion through him. Time—that precious thing he spent obsessing over you, watching your every move, memorizing every little detail about you.. If only you knew how deep his admiration went, how he lived for these moments alone with you..maybe you would understand that you deserve better than some jerk you've been dating. That you deserved someone who would want to know you, who would fall to his knees and beg to know you..who would do it all just for a small glimpse of your face in the sunglight

“Don’t mention it,” he murmured, his smirk returning. “I’m always happy to help you, y/n.”

He kept the conversation light and playful, teasing you just enough to make you smile, to keep your attention on him. Just as he always dreamed. He wanted this moment to last forever—to bask in your presence, in the warmth of your voice, in the sweetness of your laughter. He wanted you to feel how much he cared, even if he couldn’t tell you the whole truth yet

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who hated your boyfriend;

“Y/n!” Jack’s sharp voice sliced through Anakin’s thoughts like a knife. “Pack your things, we’re leaving. Now.” The coldness in Jack’s tone made Anakin’s blood boil. How could anyone speak to you like that? Anakin would never dream of using such a harsh tone with you. Never.

“But I’m doing math ri—"

“Don’t care,” Jack snapped, cutting you off. “Pack your damn things. We’re leaving.”

The cruelty in Jack’s voice made Anakin seethe. The way he talked to you—like you were nothing—made his hands curl into fists under the table. Red-hot anger coursed through him, almost blinding him. Jack had no right. No right to speak to youlike that, to treat you like you were disposable. His heart pounded in his chest, the familiar obsessive urge to protect you, to be the one who cherished you, rising uncontrollably. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt or disrespected by anyone, least of all by someone like Jack.

Jack caught Anakin’s stare, eyes narrowing with disdain. “What are you looking at, nerd?” His voice was full of arrogance and venom

Anakin’s eyes flashed with rage as he turned to meet Jack’s gaze, nails digging into his skin. He wanted to punch that smug look right off his face. Oh, how satisfying it would be to watch him fall. But Jack was taller, broader, physically stronger..yet..biology confirmed that people under different emotions are able to do impossible..so could it possibly mean..

“Jack, calm down,” you interjected softly, your voice shaking just a little as you tried to smooth things over without another cut skin and running blood. “Anakin was just helping me with math.”

Yet, Jack barely glanced at you, keeping his gaze locked on Anakin's face. Both of them looked as if they were about to throw their fists on themselves. Yet, Anakin wasn't the type of guy to hurt someone..right? “Whatever. If you’re not outside in five minutes, I’m leaving without you.”

Anakin’s blood ran cold as Jack stormed out of the library. The familiar feeling of being a failure, of possibly dissapointing you because he haven't done anything, didn't stand up and react at your boyfriend's behaviour corrupted his mind. What had he just done? He was supposted to protect you, and yet, here he was sitting like a failure. This tense, uncomfortable silence did not help him. Especially when your face flushed with embarrassment, your once-bright smile long gone. What had he just done? You looked down, fiddling nervously with your pencil before turning to Anakin.

“I’m so sorry about him,” you whispered “He’s just… having a bad day, I guess. Please don’t take it personally.”

Anakin wanted to scream. Bad day? That was your excuse? You were too kind, too forgiving. Jack didn’t deserve your apologies or your understanding. Anakin’s anger roared inside him like a beast, barely contained beneath his calm exterior. Jack wasn’t just having a bad day—he was a bully, plain and simple. And Anakin hated him for it. He wanted to protect you from this, from Jack’s cruel words and rough edges. Because you deserved to be treated like a queen, not like some accessory Jack could toss around whenever he felt like it.

So there was this question ringing in his ears again - what had he just done?

“It’s okay,” he replied softly, though his voice was tight with the effort it took to hold back his anger.

You offered him a nervous smile, the light that usually brightened your face now dimmed by Jack’s harshness. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t keep you any longer… but maybe we can catch up another time?”

Before Anakin could respond, you took his pen and started scribbling something in his notebook. Your soft hand moved gracefully over the page, your pretty handwriting was what captured his attention completely. He loved how even the smallest, most mundane actions were captivating when it came to you. Because for him, you could make something as simple as writing your name feel like magic.

When you finished, you handed the notebook back to him, a soft smile playing on your lips. “It’s my number,” you said, drawing a small smiley face beside it. “We can plan another time for tutoring.”

Your number. Your phone number. Anakin stared at the page in disbelief, his heart hammering in his chest. You had just given him a direct line to you. To you. His obsession surged, almost overwhelming him. He could barely keep his hands from trembling when he took in the sight on the paper. This was it—his way into your life.

“Sure. W-we can,” he said, trying to suppress the massive grin that threatened to take over his face. “Anytime.”

you smiled again, but it was smaller now, hesitant. Your eyes flickered toward the door, where Jack had disappeared moments earlier. “Thanks again, Anakin. I’m really sorry about Jack…i-I should get going before he leaves me stranded.”

Anakin watched you pack your things, his pulse quickening with each movement you made. God, you were so perfect, so sweet, even in the face of Jack’s cruelty. And you deserved better—better than Jack, better than anyone. He even knew he doeasn't deserve you, because for him, you were more than a human. His eyes each time saw you in angelic, heavenly way. As if God alone had sent you on earth to torment him for his sins, to make him suffer. You were so pure, and he so sinful.. so..dirty in all kind of sins. He didn't feel worthy enough to even be in your presence, yet he wanted it more than anything in the world

But if you'd give him only a chance, he'd be yours. Completely. Body and soul. Without exception

“I’ll see you later, Annie,” you mumbled softly, flashing him one last smile before heading towards the door.

The sound of his nickname on your lips made his whole body tingle. He barely registered you leaving, too caught up in the way you'd looked at him, the way you'd spoken to him. The way you had given him your number. It was like a dream come true. His obsession had reached a fever pitch—his heart ached for you - to have you, hold you, not let you go..

you were his, right?

at least had to be someday..

But then there was Jack. Jack, who, again, didn’t deserve you. Jack, who treated you like dirt, who took you for granted. Jack, who yelled at you , who made your smile disappear. Jack, who Anakin hated more than anyone in the world.

Anakin’s grip tightened around his notebook, his knuckles white with the pressure. He couldn’t let Jack get away with this. He couldn’t let Jack continue to be a part of your life. It was his place in your life he took, it was his destiny and fate to be someone more than just 'a nerd who helped you out'.

But again, he hadn't done anything to stop him from treating you like this. When he could, when he really had a chance to make a difference. He simply didn't

what had he just done?

Today was the day it had to change So he had decided. He would follow you, keep his distance, and watch - like he always does. He would make sure Jack never had the chance to hurt you ever again.

With his mind set, Anakin quickly packed his things, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Today Jack Scottland would meet God.

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who killed your boyfriend;

Anakin took a deep breath as he started his car, his hands trembling with barely controlled rage. Every thought, every emotion, was singular—focused on Jack. Jack had to go. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened, his breath coming out in shallow bursts. This was it. No turning back. Jack was the obstacle, the barrier between him and you. His mind wouldn’t let him rest until Jack was out of the picture—forever.

As he followed Jack’s car down the quiet road, he could feel his heartbeat quickening, pulsing in his ears. Jack, once more, didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. Anakin’s blood boiled as he replayed Jack’s words in his head—the way he had spoken to you in the most controlling, cruel, disgusting way possible. He couldn’t stand it any longer. If he didn’t do something now, he’d explode.

When Jack pulled into an empty pullout far from your house, Anakin’s pulse raced from adrenaline. This was it. His moment. Now or never.

Anakin slowed his car and parked a few meters behind, eyes locked on Jack’s vehicle. His hands still shook as he opened the trunk, pulling out his baseball bat. The weight of it felt right, felt powerful. This wasn’t a game anymore—this was war. War that he promised himself to win, to never loose, because his thropy is more than anything he could have in his life. it was you Adrenaline pumping through his blood system, perfectly mixing with the uncontrollable rage he’d been bottling up for too long.

Jack was sitting in his car, lazily scrolling through his phone, completely unaware. Anakin’s stomach twisted in disgust. He didn’t care, didn’t even realize how much of a monster he was. The sight of Jack sitting there, nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just torn you apart with his words, made Anakin sick. He had to do this. He had to protect you.

Anakin approached, bat gripped tightly in his hand, tapping it lightly against the car window. The sharp sound snapped Jack’s attention.

“Get out,” Anakin hissed, his voice low and dangerous as if he was a completely diffrent person

Emotions, especially at a high intensity, impact our ability to make rational decisions - nature echoed amongst the pure hatred

“What?” Jack’s expression shifted from confusion to irritation as he slowly lowered the window.

“I said get the fuck out of the car.”

Jack sighed, clearly annoyed as he pushed open the car door, stepping out with a condescending sneer. “Listen, man, I don’t know what your prob—”

The moment Jack’s foot hit the ground, Anakin swung. The bat connected with a sickening crunch against Jack’s side, sending him sprawling to the ground with a grunt of pain. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he gasped for air, clutching his ribs. Yet, Anakin didn’t hesitate; he stepped closer, the fury burning brighter with each moment.

“You think you can treat her like that and just get away with it?” Anakin’s voice was harsh, gritted through clenched teeth as he stood over Jack, eyes wild with fury.

Jack groaned, rolling onto his back, blood dribbling from his lips."What the hell are you talking about?"

anakin's jaw clenched "pathetic excuse of a man"

Before Jack could add anything, Anakin brought the bat down hard, aiming for his head. Jack rolled out of the way just in time, the bat slamming into the dirt beside him. The impact sent a jolt through Anakin’s arms, but he didn’t stop. He swung again, but Jack was quicker this time, scrambling to his feet and grabbing hold of the bat, yanking it toward him.

For a brief moment, they struggled, locked in a vicious tug of war with the bat. Jack, stronger and bigger, managed to kick Anakin hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Anakin gasped, stumbling backward, but the rage inside him only intensified.

Jack seized the opportunity, landing a brutal punch to Anakin’s face, sending blood spraying from his nose. The taste of iron filled his mouth, but it didn’t matter. He barely felt the pain. All he could think about was Jack—the smug look on his face, the way he had spoken to you, belittled you.

Anakin roared, using the force of his rage to swing the bat hard against Jack’s face, smashing into his cheekbone with a sickening crack. Blood splattered across the side of the car as Jack crumpled to the ground, his face a mangled mess of blood and broken skin.

But Jack wasn’t done yet. He spat blood from his busted lips, managing a weak chuckle “So this is about her, huh? You’re fucking pathetic, man. You think beating me up will make her love you? You’re fucking psycho. She’ll hate you more than she ever hated me.”

Anakin’s vision blurred with anger, anger, nothing but anger, everything going red. He swung the bat again, this time aiming for Jack’s chest. Jack barely managed to roll out of the way, but not fast enough—Anakin’s bat clipped his shoulder with enough force to make the bones crack. Jack screamed, the sound piercing the night air, but Anakin didn’t care.

Jack lunged at Anakin, tackling him to the ground, fists flying. The two of them grappled in the dirt, blood mixing with sweat as they traded blows. Jack landed a solid punch to Anakin’s jaw, sending him reeling. Blood dripped from both their faces, coating their clothes in crimson colour.

"fucking--" another hit to anakin's face "psycho--" he panted, but before he could aim another hit, anakin grabbed his wrist, rolling them over

After mucch hits, anakin twisted his body, managing to grab the bat again, using it as leverage to slam Jack’s head to the ground. Blood slipped everywhere, yet it wasn't enough. With shaky legs, Anakin stood up and grabbed a handful of jack's hair only to smack his face into the side of his own car. The crack of Jack’s skull against the car's doors made Anakin feel an intense surge of power, almost a twisted satisfaction. Jack groaned, as if it was the only sound that could leave his already shattered face

yet it wasn't enough

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, with great care, made sure to get rid off any tools of the crime - he was awfully smart for that. It was almost weird..how a man who was his parent's contentment, now just killed a guy for a girl he was obsessed about..

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a special folder for the videos from the camera on your laptop, special folder for your photos he was obsessing about even after such a long time, he still collected new things

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was nervous (but tried to hide it) when police found Jack's body.

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was for you when you grieved over the death of your toxic ex and months later, his wildest dreams came true - he was dating you. Was free to worship you, admire you.

He was addicted to you even more after the first date. Because this time, it was him who made you smile so much your cheeks hurt. It was him who made you laugh till your stomach hurt. It was the only type of pain he let himself give you

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who felt extremely free in your presence. All his fantasies, all his dreams came true. He almost felt like on a cloud nine - so perfect, so light, so happy (despite of what he had done);

“Gonna keep teasing me like this all the time?” he asked with a lazy grin, propped up on one elbow on the bed.

“I’m not teasing you,” you replied with playfulness “Just showing off my new dress.”

The dress, a deep shade of red, highlighted your curves and drew attention to your most elegant lines. It clung to your form in all the right places, making you look absolutely stunning.

His eyes wandered over you, taking in every detail. The way the dress accentuated your body left him breathless. You were beautiful in everything you wore, but this dress—this was something extraordinary. “So, you put this on just to make me feral? Because you’re definitely succeeding.” he chuckled, leaning up on his elbow.

“I just wanted to know if you like it,” your smirk deepening as you gracefully crawled onto his lap, like a cat curling up to its favorite spot.

“Oh, I definitely like it,” his voice filled with admiration and a hint of playfulness. “But it’s not just the color that’s catching my attention.” His eyes roamed over your curves with unabashed appreciation once more.

“Oh really?” you giggled, your laughter a sweet melody that seemed to enchant him further. Your smile was radiant, and the way you looked at him made his heart swell.

“Mhm,” he responded, his own smile widening as he pulled you closer. His eyes continued their admiring journey “You’re so, so gorgeous. Did you really think I wouldn’t like it?” his fingers gently grazing the hem of your dress.

“I hoped you’d drool all over it, to be honest” your smile playful and tender as you delicately removed his glasses and put them on yourself.

Anakin’s smile grew even wider. The sight of you wearing his glasses, combined with the way you sat on his lap, made him feel like the luckiest man alive. His joy was almost overwhelming. He could barely contain his excitement. “I’d drool over you in anything, you know that,” his voice filled with adoration and a hint of humor. His heart was soaring, knowing that this perfect moment, with you, was his reality. "Even in a potato sack"

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a deep need to observe you 24/7, at least in most of his free time. Because what if someone will hurt you? Or you'll hurt yourself and he'd not know, appear too late to help. So, he felt obligated to watch you

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who stole some of your panties when you weren't looking and kept them in his apartment, not daring himself to even think about putting them into a washing machine

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was horribly obsessed with leaving marks all over your body;

“You’re leaving me hickeys,” you whined, glancing at the mirror to see the fresh, juicy marks on your neck to collection

“Can’t help it,” he replied with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist to connect his lips with your (this time) exposed shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. The hickeys were more than just marks—they were declarations of his love, signs that you were his and his alone. He wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him. And if people wouldn't see your marks, he wanted to make sure you would knew who you belong to. His lips moved to your ear, whispering the phrase that made you shiver “Though I’d say my favorite is still the one on your ass.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you flushed and headed back to the bed

He chuckled, settling beside you and immediately pulling you close. His arms wrapped around your frame and he nuzzled into your neck, planting more kisses, and adding to the huge collection of hickeys. “I think you should get it tattooed,” he suggested playfully, his lips brushing against your skin

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[classica-meretrix]

thinking about . . . ✧˚ · .

sub!anakin trying to be dominant.

nsfw

・❥・ he's really trying his best, but he can't help but whimper at each new piece of exposed skin

・❥・ muttering little pleases under his breath

・❥・ pinning your wrists to the mattress, but somehow he just ends up holding your hand

・❥・ and he's speaking just above a whisper, calling you a slut in the sweetest, softest voice imaginable

・❥・ you told him to use you, but the way he's still begging for you, trying to fulfill your every wish is just too endearing

[ysrjune]

earth angel 𝜗𝜚

#🩵 #🦋

NERD!ANAKIN X POPULAR!READER [ HIGHSCHOOL ]

You shared 6th period drama with Anakin for the past four years of high school. It's an easy A, and you actually like it. Him, on the other hand, was more meh about it. He didn't mind acting things out with his classmates. It wasn't a huge deal.. until he was cast in a play as a main character

"I can't do all that in front of the billions of students that attend plays! It's embarrassing!" He complains to you on the way home. "Anakin, stop being so dramatic. It's not like you have to do it for 7 days straight." Preformances were held for 3 days. Thursday, two hours after school, Friday at 7pm, and Saturday morning.

"You'd freak out too if you had to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone." He just really didn't like his role to be honest. "Oberon, king of fairies my ass." He rolls his eyes. He liked Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, but he wouldn't want to be apart of the play. "They're gonna make me wear a stupid wig and a stupid costume," He keeps ranting on about how he doesnt want to be in the play until you reach home. "Sweetie, you'll do just fine." You kiss his cheek and unbuckle your seatbelt. Anakin groans and throws his head back. "Whatever you say, I guess.."

The next morning, he picked you up from your house like always. "Hi!" you greet with a smile, opening the door. "Hey beautiful," he smiles back and kisses your cheek once you settle in. "I like your hair." He compliments. A cute ponytail with a bow in the back. "You always say that." "Well, cause I always like your hair." He shrugs. "I like that you dress up, making yourself look pretty."

Entering the gates at school, you're greeted by a couple of girls you have classes with. You smile and wave. A lot of people you passed by said hi, actually. You were really shy in middle school and hated it. So when you reached 9th grade, you forced yourself out of it—making friends in every class, talking to friends of friends (that became your friends), not being scared to talk to upperclassmen or people you had to work in a group with (you get the picture.)

Anakin liked to show up 30 minutes before the bell rang so that he could help you with your homework that he already knew you didn't do last night. And by helping, really, he did most of it himself. He would get frustrated when you said the wrong answer too many times, so he would give up and say: "Let me just solve it for you. We're running out of time." It was never rude, either. Yeah, it was obvious he was getting frustrated, but he was still nice about it.

The classroom you stayed in was your first period. He didn't have one, so he stayed in the classroom with you. He had your teacher last year and she really liked him and knew she could trust him, so she let him stay. He wouldn't talk much because he wanted you to focus. He would either finish his assignments from other classes, talk to you when you finished your work, help you with your work, or scroll on his phone.

Your friends would join your table, pulling in chairs to do the work with you or just to chit-chat and not do the assignment. Anakin didn't really care if you didn't focus everyday on your assignments because he was more than happy to help (do it for you) because what use would his brain be if he didn't help his gorgeous girlfriend on her assignment?

He actually joined in on the conversations at times. Giving your friends a guys perspective on situations with their boyfriends/guys they talked to. Your friends absolutely adored Anakin. He was always respectful and helpful. Not just with boys, but with their assignments. He explained perfectly, leading them to a good grade.

—

His friends were smart, but not as smart as him. Anakin likes to surround himself with people who arent idiots, not people who arent funny and dont know how to have fun—actual idiots. Anakin thinks the kids who don't actually try in class are so stupid. He doesn't like them. Kids who stayed on their phone and got mad when they were taken away, the ones who would constantly ask "Are my eyes red?!" after one hit of a pen, those who asked for answers after not even trying to pay attention, idiots.

Anakins friends are some of the funniest guys you know. You talked to them here and there before dating Anakin, but now you were actually friends with them. They weren't the guys who made racist jokes to make you laugh or the ones to do something really stupid to impress a girl. They were genuinely funny, and so was Anakin. He has a great sense of humor.

One thing you really like about Anakin is that he's not overly clingy. He doesn't need to be with you everyday and every hour of the day. Some days he'll hangout with his friends at lunch and pass by you, offering a wave and smile and then go back to talking with his friends. He doesn't always text "Wyd?" which is the BEST because sometimes you just want to be left alone so you can watch videos or tv shows.

—

For the upcoming play, you were working with tech in the back, but when his practice buddy isnt there or when the girl who played Oberons wife was absent, you took their place. He said he hated this role but the way he was putting his all into it said otherwise. He put even more effort when you were practicing with him.

When the first opening night happened, he did such a great job. Everyone enjoyed his preformance. But then again, your schools plays were always top tier, so they were always enjoyed anyway. Yes, he did great on the other two showings as well.

Drama was actually becoming his 2nd favorite class. Calculus is his first.. #NERD!

Anakin likes singing. He also has a very nice voice. He sings A LOT when he's home alone. When your drama teacher mentioned that she was planning to do a musical (West Side Story) Anakin was excited. He auditioned for the role of Tony and he BEGGED you to go for Maria. He promised that he would help you with the singing and all the lines.. and you gave in. for the sake of this thing you both got the roles of Tony and Maria. That preformance was also really loved by the crowd in the auditorium.

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• Anakin likes to dress in jeans and a nice button-up most of the time. He always smells nice and his hair is always gelled. GREAT hygiene. A t-shirt here and there never hurt anyone. He's definitely the type to wear a puffer jacket without sleeves over a hoodie whem it gets cold.

• Another good thing about Anakin is that hes not insecure about you talking to other guys. He knows you love him. He knows you like to make friends and talk. Who cares if you're talking to a guy? You asked them for a pencil, not their hand in marriage.

• Hes such a romantic. Just because flowers, love notes/letters, hand-made gifts, buying you nice clothes, perfume and cute stuff he knows you like. He likes to spoil you. Loves to love you. You're his one and only. Not the type to have wandering eyes.

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Taking Anakin to parties is hard. He always has an excuse. "I have homework to do," "I need to go to sleep early. I have something going on in the morning," "Im too tired," But you eventually caught on that he was just gonna stay in bed reading, playing games or actually napping. The reason he actually went this time was because he had no more excuses.

And guess what? He was having fun. He ran in to some of his friends and he messed around with them. Joking and laughing, playing games like jenga, twister and even drinking games.. woah.

"Oh my God babe," He drunkenly giggles, swinging an arm over your shoulder. "You will NOT believe what Terry just did." He continues giggling. "What did Terry do?" You ask him, smiling a little at his giggles. "Okay, get this.." He starts off but then makes eye contact with Terry from across the room. That made him forget what he was gonna say. He just started laughing like a maniac. "I'll-I'll be back!!" he says, still laughing and leaves with the group of boys.

"And I thought he was gonna be the one who would take care of your tonight." Terry's girlfriend smiles. "I've never seen him so.. giggly." She says. "Oh trust me, somehow hes still worse when its just me and him and hes not even drunk." You shake your head and take a sip of your drink.

Round 6 of Twister. Anakin has his hands and knees on the ground where hes suppsed to have them on the colors. His friends face was under him and they were shaking, almost falling because of how hard they were laughing. Anakins cheeks were flushed red and his glasses kept sliding down. Out of no where, a few football guys tackled the ones playing twister. They all play fought but decided to take it to the bouncy house outside.

Yes, a bouncy house. Whoever threw this party knows how to have fun.. even if it's a little childish. There were all these boys wrestling in the bouncy house. It was hilarious. They managed to flip it over and they were freaking out, having flashbacks to when they were kids doing this and their parents would get so mad about it.

Anakin was in there. He was screaming and yelling with his friends.. but still wrestling. It got so crazy and hot in there that they all took off their shirts. Someone yelled out "THATS SO GAY!" and at that moment, it went quiet inside there. "Aw man," "God forbid an 18 year old man to have fun," "But I have socks on!," "Im not even gonna remember this tomorrow so I dont care," All those boys were talking over eachother, discussing how this definitely isnt gay.

Then, someone else turned the bouncy house off, and it started deflating with everyone in there. All of them screamed and tripped over each other, trying to find the way out. You were SO glad you weren't in there to experience how hot and sweaty it must be.

The night was fun. A lot of dancing, guys still wresting, loud music (good music.. not the bad, boring remixes they play in clubs nowadays.) Anakin had sobered up a little by 1AM but his shirt was no where to be found. "Aw man.. my moms gonna kill me." He sighed.

He didn't remember ANYTHING that next afternoon. Yes, afternoon. He slept the whole morning. Well, not counting the times he had to wake up to throw up. "My head hurts so much.. what did you do to me?" He whines, throwing his arm over his forehead like a damsel in distress. At least he had fun last Friday night..

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So many photos and videos were posted on peoples social medias, and Anakin was in a lot of them. He went viral on a few videos. He was SO embarrassed when he went to school and even his teachers were like "Hey kid, is this you?" and then they'd show him a video of him playing just dance YMCA.

"No.." he shook his head and went straight to his seat. He didnt talk to anyone but you and his friends that day. He acted so embarrassed around other people, even you.. but with his friends.. he was laughing about it and was down to do it again one day. He's totally going to someone graduation party to get drunk again.

ITS FUN TO STAY AT THE YYYYMCAAA

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Textbook Romantic ✧ Anakin Skywalker

A/N: Hello there! So I’ve been thinking about my dearly beloved Anakin Skywalker lately so here’s a little blurb with modern day nerdy Ani! Really hope you enjoy this

Anakin makes it to the classroom a little earlier than usual, walking into the room, he scans it and frowns a little when he doesn’t notice you in your usual chair engrossed in a book. He figures you’d perhaps be a little late and sits down on his seat, which is a few seats away from yours. Minutes pass, and people keep piling in, you still aren’t there and he wonders if you’re not coming in today. The thought gets quickly discarded, because you haven’t missed a single class all semester, and there’s no way you’d skip this close to term finishing.

The professor has just finished taking attendance when you walk in looking frazzled. Your cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment, “Ah, Y /N, you’re just in time,” the professor says. “Sorry about that professor, the day has been maddening to say the least,” you reply with a slight chuckle. He nods and smiles before replying, “Well may this be a less maddening space,” and you chuckle. Slowly, your composed demeanor makes a comeback and you ease into your seat. Tucking some rogue strands behind your ears, you immediately dig out a notebook and flip the pages. “Crap,” you mutter and Anakin notices you don’t have anything to write with. Digging out a pen from his bag, he extends it to you. “Need a pen?” He asks in a low voice, and you smile. “My savior,” you reply, and he smiles.

The tips of your fingers brush and he feels his brain short circuit for a moment, he smiles at you and you quickly start to write, unaware he’s rethinking the entire interaction in his head. Glances are shared between you in fleeting moments that make his poor heart skip a beat. “Now for the final project, instead of having you write a boring essay, which let’s face it most of you are sick of writing,” the professor says and chuckles are scattered across the room. “I’ve decided to set you into pairs of groups of three and you will make a presentation analyzing the aspects I’ve asked,” he says “Before passing the papers I will read out the names of who you are paired with and on the instructions you will have the area of analysis selected for you.”

“Anakin and Y/N”, his heart stops, and he drowns out the noise. Papers are placed on his desk, and he snaps out of it. Part of him feels like this is all a fixture of his imagination, finally, a chance to talk to you has been placed in his lap. “Earth to Anakin,” you say while gently waving your hands near his face. “Sorry about that, what did you say?” He asks and gains a chuckle from you, “I said we have love and relationships.” Oh, this has to be some sort of intellectually cruel joke. “Oh, that’s a little unexpected,” he replies, and you chuckle. “Yup, so how do you want to go about this?” You ask, and he adjusts his position. You had moved seats, so you were now sitting next to him, your knees were almost touching. Anakin looks at you while he thinks and notices a coffee stain on your shirt that you had tried to cover up.

“Well, we could meet after class if you’re free to read the instructions and brainstorm in a calmer setting,” he suggests. Nodding, you smile, “That would be great, I’m free after this, are you free as well?” you ask. “Yeah, my class was cancelled,” he says. “Huh, mine too,” you say, and he smiles. “So, are you okay? You looked a little frazzled when you came in,” he says, expressing genuine concern for you. Smiling sweetly you nod, “Yeah, I just got a little too wrapped up in finishing a paper, my IPad died and my charger is back at the dorm when I was making my way here some guy bumped into me and spilled coffee all over my shirt,” you say with a slight frown. “If it helps, the coffee stain is barely noticeable,” he says, attempting to cheer you up, which makes you giggle. “Oh, trust me, it’s a big one, I just luckily had this shawl in my bag,” you say, and he grins. “You never know when a shawl can come in handy,” he says with a small smile.

Conversation flows between you two. When the professor dismisses you, Anakin insists on helping to carry some of your books. Once you’re out in the hall, he speaks up, “Do you want to work at my place or yours?” ”Uh, yours, if it’s not too much bother, Padme is bringing over a group to work on a project, so the dorm will be crowded,” You say. “Although if it’s not too much bother-” you start to say. “We can stop so you can get changed, my dorm is on the same route anyway,” he says. Anakin takes a minute to steel himself and collect his thoughts. Of course, he wants to get his assignment done, but he’d like to get to know you and make a good impression.

The silence between you is comfortable as you step out of the building, walking side by side, you adjust the strap of your bag while Anakin looks at you before speaking. “How are classes treating you?” he asks. “They’re making me descend into academic madness, but it’s my predicament, I fear,” you say. He lets out a laugh. “Touché,” he replies. “Seriously, why are we like this?” You ask, and he frowns. “Academically, validated students in search of constant greatness,” you reply, and he chuckles. “Must be our programming,” he says, and you laugh at his comment.

You keep talking about whatever comes to mind, when nearing your dorm, you pull out the keys, and Anakin follows your lead. People say hi, and you wave back and keep heading to your dorm. “Oh hey Y/N, how are you?” a girl that you seem to know says, “Busy but good, how about you, Emma?” you ask. “Good, did you finish the art history paper?” She asks, and you chuckle. “Today, I’m pretty sure it was close to finishing me instead,” you reply, and she laughs. “I won’t keep you, but I’ll see you at brunch on Friday!” she says, and you smile.

Emma leaves, and you turn to him, “Sorry about that, Emma’s our neighbor,” you say, and he nods. “She seems nice,” he comments. “She is, she’s always running around like crazy,” you add. Anakin chuckles, “Oh, so she’s like you then.” Playfully, you roll your eyes and shove him in the ribs. Anakin just shakes his head and laughs as you open the door. He closes the door behind him and steps further into the room. “What happened to you?” Padmé asks as you take off your shawl. “Oh, hey Anakin, nice to see you!” she adds. “You too, Padmé,” he replies. “To answer your question, someone spilled coffee on me when they bumped into me in the hall,” you say, and she nods. “If you want, just leave your shirt in the bathroom and I’ll get the stain out before everyone comes here,” she says. Skipping over to her, you press a quick kiss to her cheeks and bolt to the room. “Anakin, feel free to sit if you want!” You call out. In response, he laughs.

“You and Y/N, huh?” Padmé asks, and he feels his cheeks flush, “Oh, it’s not like that,” he says and notices the look on Padmé’s face. “Not that she’s not pretty, she’s beautiful, but we just have a project together,” he says. Padmé smiles at him. “Relax, I was just teasing,” she says before walking closer to him. “She is single, though, in case you were wondering what to do with that information,” she whispers, and he just nods. Inside the room, you’re frantically taking unnecessary stuff out of your bag and shoving what you need inside it. You leave the shirt on the sink and reapply some deodorant and perfume, throwing a loose black sweater on, you switch out your current jeans for some white linen shorts.

Closing the door behind him, Anakin checks the temperature in the room before walking over to you. “This is such a nice place, I envy the kitchen,” you comment. “Thanks, my best friend and I sorta lucked out with the place,” he says. “Do you want something to drink?” he asks. “Some water would be great,” you say. Anakin walks towards the fridge and comes back with two bottles. Handing you one, you take it from his hands, “Where do we set up shop?” you ask, and he chuckles. “Anywhere you want,” he says, and you walk over to the couch with Anakin following suit. “Whoever chose the Star Wars art has great taste,” you comment. His cheeks flush, “Appreciate the compliment because that would be yours truly,” he says. Smiling, you take your book out, “Do you have an outlet nearby?” You ask. Nodding, he removes a cover on the bottom of the coffee table and plugs your charger in. Taking out the papers from his bag along with his laptop, you both read over the instructions before jotting down ideas.

Two hours later, you’ve gotten into a great working groove littered with a few jokes on Anakin’s end. Feeling hungry, he sets the pen down and turns to you. “Are you hungry by any chance?” he asks. A rumble leaves your stomach, and you both laugh, “Starving, actually,” you say. “Do you want to head out to eat, cook, or order something?” he asks. “Whatever works honestly,” you say with a smile. “Considering we’re both starving and cooking would take a little too long, are you in for some burgers?” he asks. “I’m always down for burgers, Skywalker,” you say. “Great, because I know a place and they can deliver right to the door,” he says. Anakain hands you his phone so you can look at the menu, and after deciding, he places the order while you use the bathroom.

Replying to some of Padmé’s texts, you read the most recent one and debate what to reply. “He clearly likes you, and you’ve been crushing on him since the start of the semester, so what exactly are you waiting for?” Your fingers glide across the keyboard as you type a reply, “And how exactly do you know he likes me?” Three dots show up, and you can perfectly picture her rolling her eyes at you. “Just do something about it before it’s too late and you’re moping about not making a move.” Liking the message, you shove your phone in the pocket, turn the water on despite having previously washed your hands, shut the tap, unlock the door, and step out. Noticing an open door, your curiosity nags at you, so your feet carry you in. Spotting some Star Wars things, you smile, knowing it’s Anakin’s room.

Standing a few feet away from his shelf, you examine some of the books, feeling someone behind you turn around and almost collide with you. “Sorry about that, just saw some Star Wars things, you, uh, have some great books there,” you say. “Thanks, what caught your eye?” he asks, and you want to laugh, because you’re suddenly hyper aware of the fact that he’s shirtless. Your gaze lands on his chest, and covers it by looking at him again, surely that doesn’t go unnoticed. “Dante and the lightsaber displays,” you say. His back is to you, and your eyes follow the movement of his muscles flexing, as the shirt is tugged down, you feel disappointed, but you shake your head.

“Not the classics, huh?” he says, walking over to you, “From class, I figured that you must like the classics, didn’t really peg you for a Dante guy,” you say. “What, you didn’t think I was smart enough for that?” he asks, teasing you. Shaking your head, you swallow, “No, I never assumed that, it’s just a little uncommon to see guys interested in Dante,” you say, and he smiles. “Luckily, I’m not like most guys,” he says while picking one of the books out and flipping to a page.

“Ella è quanto de ben pò far natura; per esempio di lei bieltà si prova,” the Italian words effortlessly roll off his lips, looking down at you, he smiles softly. “She is the sum of nature’s universe; to her perfection all of beauty tends,” you say. “Didn’t know you speak Italian,” you say. “Like I said, I’m not like most guys Y/N,” he says. Anakin’s arm makes its way to your waist, and he pulls you closer. With your chest inches apart from his, you look at him before leaning in. Anakin is the one to close the gap; his lips are soft and taste minty, and your hands reach up to weave themselves in his hair. His grip on you tightens, and you tug at his hair a little when he nips at your lip before pulling apart.

“What a textbook romantic,” you say and he laughs before grabbing you gently to kiss you again. All your senses are on overdrive, his curls feel soft under your touch and his nose grazes yours. Pulling apart you look at him breathless and he places his hand on your cheek. “You know I’ve always liked you,” he says and you giggle. “I can tell,” you reply. “So, uhm do you like me back?” He asks teasingly. Wordlessly you kiss him again and he laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he replies. “Taking it as no would be shameful,” you say and he smiles. Wrapping an arm around you he leads you out of the room.

“We should keep working on the project,” you say. “We’ve worked on it enough today, how about some team-building,” he says with a playful shrug. Giggling, you look at him, “Sure, team building,” you reply with a small smile. Instead of working on the project you and Anakin spend hours talking and getting to know each other.

It was starting to get a little late and rainy, “I should really go before the rain picks up,” you say, standing up. “I’ll walk you, let me get you an umbrella and a jacket, you seem cold,” he says. Sweetly, you smile at him and start to pack your bag. The door opens and a guy walks in, the minute he closes the door he notices you. “Hey,” the guy says, and you smile.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you say. “I’m Lucas, it’s good to put a face to the name,” he says just as Anakin walks in. Lucas looks between you both and smiles when he sees Anakin holding a jacket. “Oh hey man, I’m gonna walk Y/N back to her dorm, I’ll be back soon,” he says, Lucas smiles, “Don’t worry man, take your time.It was nice to meet you Y/N” he says before walking out of the room.

“This is for you,” he says, handing you a red corduroy jacket lined with black fabric. Smiling, you take it from him and slip it on. It’s big enough to keep you warm and reaches a little past your thighs. Grabbing your bag you follow Anakin out the door. “God the rain is definitely heavier than expected,” Anakin says while opening the umbrella. “You sure we won’t need a boat?” You ask and he laughs. “Not yet,” he says, extending his arm. Looping your arm through his you giggle as you set under the umbrella and start the short walk to your dorm. Reaching your door you spot Padmé saying goodbye to the last of her classmates. She locks eyes with you and smiles before walking inside and leaving the door ajar.

“We have reached the destination madame,” Anakin says a few feet away from your door. Giggling you turn to him, “Thank you for the escort,” you say and stay rooted in your spot. “I know you have the brunch thing on Friday, but would you maybe want to hang out after you’re done?” He asks. “Yeah, to work on the project?” Anakin chuckles, “No, more like a date,” he says. Grinning you nod, “I’d love that, we should be done at like ten but I'll confirm and let you know,” you say and he smiles.

His hands snake around your waist and you grab him by the shirt before kissing him. Breaking apart he pecks your lips before letting you go, “Sleep well sweets,” he says. “You too, Ani,” you say with a smile before walking to your door. Turning around you smile at Anakin and wave before closing the door and leaning against it. A happy sigh leaves your lips and you close your eyes. “Tell me everything!” Padmé says, yelping you look at her. “Fucking hell, you scared me Padmé!” You yell and she laughs before pulling you to the couch. Crossing your legs you face her and launch into a detailed explanation about your evening with Anakin.

[faexfilms]

i need need NEED whiny, whimpery, desperate nerd!anakin. like yes baby, you’ve never felt the touch of a woman, i’ll ride you like a cowgirl now🙏🙏

Ask and you shall receiveeee<3

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pairing: reader/nerd!anakin

a/n: Oml I don’t know how this ended up so long. Also this isn’t proofread so ignore any mistakes.

You almost didn’t know what to think when Anakin offered to tutor you. He sat beside you in class, more often than you had realized. Kept his eyes on you longer that you had even paid attention to, yourself in your own little world. But when he kept noticing your inability to focus in class, your dwindling grades shown on the papers and short assignments you submitted being handed back to you, he couldn’t even help himself from inserting himself into your little world.

So when you had agreed on a whim, you didn’t know what to expect. You and Anakin had never really talked much, occasional glances here and there, maybe asking to borrow a pencil every once in a while but that didn’t prepare you for the two of you being alone together.

You had almost forgot about his offer until he showed up at the door of your campus apartment late in the afternoon, some apology on his pretty plump lips about being caught up with his roommate. His blonde curls a mess on his head as if he had been dragging his fingers through it, the button up he had been wearing all day hanging loosely off of his body, even when it was usually all put together and tucked into his pants.

Your fingers played with the doorknob to your apartment door, a sudden wave of nervousness washing through you as you let him in. The black lacey tanktop you wore suddenly feeling too small, too bare without something to cover the pieces of your skin. But when you noticed the way his eyes traveled your body, you felt it go away…

The words spoken from his lips falling on deft ears, the numbers and names passing through his pink lips all being forgotten as you watched him struggle slightly. His fist clenched gently around the pencil within his hand, the small glances across your bare shoulders and the nervous looks back to papers in front of him. The way that he couldn’t help but let his eyes travel the curve of your breasts, a small stutter escaping him as he cleared his throat. Letting a small deep laugh fall from his lips, making you laugh softly too even if you found your own self distracted by him.

God, why didn’t you see this all before?

He was beautiful, more that you had given him credit for. Even with the wire-framed glasses sitting atop his face, shielding parts of his eyes, the deep blue of his irises drew you in. The way his pupils dilated as he looked you in the eyes, as his eyes traveled down your body. You didn’t understand why you hadn’t truly seen him before…

Maybe that’s how you ended up the way you did.

Stopping him mid sentence, the words halting from his lips as you dragged your fingertips gently down his forearm. Heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen at the small inhale he took simply at your touch. The way he looked so confused and flustered down at you as you touched him, your innocent doe eyes staring up at him as if you were doing nothing wrong. Looking as if you were simply waiting for him to finish explaining whatever he was talking about…But then you got impatient.

“Can I be honest with you, Anakin?” You asked softly, your dark eyes meeting his own as your fingertips traveled down to his wrist. Grazing against the soft skin near the sleeve of his shirt, loosely grabbing ahold of him. Watching as his eyes darted down to where you made contact with him, his eyebrows furrowed in the cutest little look of confusion.

He blinked as if he didn’t believe this was happening, looking as your fingers wrapped around his wrist, the way you were leaning into his body. The curve of your breasts visible from the hem of your tanktop. Two small peaks pushing out from underneath the dark fabric, Anakin wasn’t even sure if he remembered how to breathe in that moment, nevertheless remember how to form words…

He nodded so fast as soon as his brain started working again, his eyes fixated on your body. The curve of your hips, the way the long skirt you were wearing was riding a slit up your thigh. God, he couldn’t find the words when it came to you.

You couldn’t help the small curve to your lips, your eyes traveling the expanse of his face, enjoying all of this too much. He was so easy toy with. One glance, one movement, a few words escaping you and he was already yours… Even if he didn’t know it yet…

“I’m having a little trouble focusing…I don’t know why, I don’t know if it’s just because I’m sort of in a mood but I don’t really think we should study anymore tonight.” You said innocently, tilting your head softly as your fingertips grazed his own. Traveling the back of his hand, grazing the rough but soft skin of his palms. The words soft like velvet and forming on your tongue so easily, almost as easy as it was to make Anakin stop all together.

His eyebrows furrowed intensely, his eyes blinking faster than he could even take in what was going on…Your fingers on his own, your touch against his body. The way he watched the fall and rise of your chest across your skin, his breaths much more shallow than your own. What are you doing to him?

His eyes could barley meet your own, not when you were toying with him like this. He knew your game but he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. Why him? Why now? This couldn’t be happening…

“W-what would we do instead? Of studying I mean…” He muttered out, a small shake of his head at the way all the thoughts were pouring through his head. Too many, too fast. Too many possibilities and yet he still only wanted one.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft little laugh, your eyes meeting his own once again. Burning into his, feeding that desire that filled him. Drawing in further and further out in him. He always wanted you, there was no secret in that for him. But now, he couldn’t even describe it.

That draw he felt towards you, like a moth to a flame he followed you. He couldn’t stand his day without seeing you even if you didn’t see him back. He knew you even when you didn’t want to be known…He knows you enough, felt you enough that you didn’t even have to say the words on the tip of your tongue. That very alive desire that lived in you, that was burning beneath your skin, he felt too. He could feel it on you. That burning touch as your fingertips grazed his skin, the heat of you gaze falling across his lips. It was a miracle he didn’t give all of himself to you then…

Anakin couldn’t fight the pathetic little moan that slipped from his throat as your lips finally met his. His hands eagerly making their way up you body as you settled onto his lap, neither one of you wanting to take this slow. The taste of your lips, your sweet scent filling his nose, it was enough to drive him mad.

“Please…” He begged, his voice so soft and airy as he pulled away from your lips for the slightest moment. His warm breath fanning you lips, his hardening cock protruding so painfully from the confines of his light pants. Dragging and pushing up against you with movements of your body against him, struggling underneath the tightness of his belt.

He needed you…There was no sense in denying that.

His whiny little voice brought a small smile to your lips, only egging on your want to tease him. To make him bend and snap to your will as you knew he would so easily do for you. Even if you knew what he wanted, even if he asked so nicely, nothing could make you give him anything so easily. That small break in his voice, the breathless words falling from his lips. It was all worth it to deny him even if you could give him all he wanted so easily.

“Please what, baby?” You questioned him softly, your voice taunting him as you traced your thumb so gingerly over the side of his cheek so sweetly. Acting as if you cared so dearly for him even if you weren’t yet giving him what he so desperately wanted from you.

He spoke your name like curse from his lips, the softness of his skin underneath your fingertips as you chuckled at his frustration. Only drawing him closer and closer to the precipice of insanity as his hands bunched up in the fabric of your black tank-top, his fingers brushing up against your hips. Completely ignoring the way your skirt bunched up around your thighs, just solely fixated on your lips and the heat between your legs that rested against him. His lips drawing closer and closer to your own because he couldn’t get enough of you. His palms wrapping around the curves of your hips, dragging them against his clothed cock. A small whimper escaping his lips at the warmth of your core even through the layers between you. His lips just barely grazing your own.

The suddenness of his movements caught you off guard, a small pleasured gasp making its way out of your lips at the friction between your legs, your body falling into his movements, your mind dizzied with the way he felt against your heat.

He chased after your lips with his own, the heat of his breath fanning against you as his eyes burned into your body. So eager, so desperate to taste you, to feel you…

But you couldn’t let him go so easily…

You tilted your head gently away from his lips, watching his face change as he pouted silently. His pretty plump lips closing around nothing in defeat as his eyes left the gaze of your lips and looked dazed into you own. Not missing the way his tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip, wetting it as his tried to connect your lips again. Silently daring you to meet his tongue with your own, to have your tongue against his lips.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you babydoll?” You questioned softly, a small curve to your lips as your fingers brushed his messy curls away from his forehead. Your left hand burying itself into the curls at the back of his head, brushing your fingers through it.

He let out a small disgruntled sound at your words, feeling so humiliated to be beneath you like this. Begging for any ounce of attention, for more of your touch. Your lips…But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the fire it lit inside of him. The burning feeling he felt all the way down his body, his cock twitching in his boxers at the mere sound of your voice.

He nodded, not trusting himself to open his lips but still a small whimper escaped him anyway.

“Then use your words…For me?” You gingerly asked him, his pupils blown as he stared up at you. Nodding again in acknowledgement. “Now what is it you want, Ani?”

“To-to use me…Please…I need you.” He pleaded.

“Use you? You poor little thing…You want me bad, baby, don’t you?” You teased him, you fingertips caressing his face as you looked down at him. You were so in awe of him, the way he begged so nicely for you. The way he gave into you so easily. He liked so pretty beneath you that you couldn’t even resist his words.

You guided his hands to the buttons of his shirt, watching his nervous hands fumble with them. His eyes flickering up at you as his chest heaved shallow breaths. The sight of him struggling so obviously made you smile, you hands clasping over his own and getting them done in half the time. Your lips molding over his, his tongue eagerly meeting yours.

There was something about the way he pulled off you rshirt, his hands nervously tracing up your ribs. Clasping over your breasts as he kneaded them within his hands, his mouth gently sucking and tasting each one. Eager eyes meeting your own before you pulled him back into our lips. Kissing him all teeth and tongue as you grasped him within your hand. Running your fist down his warm length, your thumb tracing over to sweet drops of precum at his tip. Trying to contain yourself as you felt him pulse within your palm.

The way he writhed as you let beads of your spit fall onto his length was enough to make you go dizzy. Obsessed with the way he pulled his hips back from it but also bucked himself into your hands, a small moan falling from his lips as a small sheen of sweet coated his forehead. The corners of his glasses fogged up ever so slightly because of the heat of your bodies, the warm breaths he struggled to contain between his lips.

He stilled completely when you slid down on his length, his whole body tensing at the feel of your heat wrapping around him. Suffocating his cock, your warm velvety walls draping him in your slick. He was afraid to move, afraid to make a sound besides the small struggled cry that escaped his throat as your hips met his own. The feel of you driving him so much closer to what both of you were chasing and he was far from ready yet. He didn’t want to disappoint you.

Anakin’s hands clutched your bare thighs, fingertips pressing into your skin. Holding you in place while you let out a small pleasured gasp as he bottomed out inside of you. Your eyes met his as you felt your hips connect, both of you lost in the feeling of your bodies meeting.

Your fingertips made their way up the bare expanse of his chest, gently caressing his skin. Feeling his body relax into your movements, him looking up at your eyes. Watching the way you cared for him in the way your fingers slid across his body, the way your eyes met his own. He knew he would never be able to move on from this, to think of anyone else this way. Not when you felt so good around him, not when you buried his length so deep inside of you... He was yours, completely and utterly yours…

“Relax baby, you’re such a good boy…” You praised him, your fingertips brushing across the the soft skin of his cheek before you gently took of his glasses. Setting them on your nightstand before you looked back down at him, a new look passing across Anakin’s eyes before his lips parted. His hips bucking into your own, drawing out a soft moan from both of your lips.

You braced yourself on his shoulder, drawing your hips slowly together. Fixating on where he ended and you began, feeling the heat flow from his body into your own. You loved the way he kept closing his eyes ever so softly as you slid down against him, his body lost in the newfound pleasure you gave him. So utterly lost in the feel of you, your body molding against his.

You drew your lips together as you started riding him at a faster pace, a whimper against your lips as your tongue slid across his. Tasting him on your lips, wanting so desperately to be a part of him, to be closer to him than his pulsing cock inside of you. In your frenzied haze, through the small moans falling through your lips, it hardly felt like enough. To be this close to him drove you crazy but you couldn’t help but want more. More of his body meeting your own, more of his pretty cries against your lips.

You couldn’t get enough of the way his eyebrows furrowed as your hips met, his eyes clenching shut as you started to become too much for him. Not being able to focus on anything else but the way he fit inside you so perfectly as you wrapped around him. His pretty lips open and ready and you couldn’t help but bring your teeth against his bottom lip, biting the skin softly as he groaned into your mouth. Bucking his hips into yours.

That burning coil inside the pit of your abdomen kept getting stronger and stronger, lost in the way he felt against you. Lost in the way he looked so pretty beneath you as his cock pulsed inside of you, him not being able to hold back the sounds of pleasure coming from the depths of his throat.

Both of you were so close, chasing the high of each others bodies. Chasing the warmth that filled you as he hit that spongy spot deep inside of you. Moans falling from your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Moaning into each others mouths as you both gave yourselves to the desire that burned through you

Anakin’s lips parted as he grasped your hips, looking up at you between furrowed brows, nibbling at his lip as he tried to hold himself back. “Don’t stop…Fuck.”

The sound of the curse falling from his lips drove you wild, your cunt clenching around him as you felt his body intense beneath you. The muscles of his abdomen contracting as he bucked his hips into yours, brushing his hips into yours as he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. A struggled gasp coming out of both of your lips as shots of his warm cum filled you.

You couldn’t help but cry softly as his cum filled your walls, contracting around him at the sheer and utter filthiness of it. Meeting the peak of your own release as you buried him so deep inside of you, coaxing both of you through your orgasm. Burying your fingernails into the skin of his back, loving the small little hiss he let out. The small involuntary cry that fell out of both of your lips as his hips moved on their own accord and bucked back into your cunt when your bodies were still so sensitive.

Both of you tried to regain your breaths, your bare bodies clasped to one another’s. His arms loosely held over your waist, your hands resting against his chest as you rested your forehead against his as you tried to calm down your beating heart. Finally pulling away to look down at him, his eyes looking so deeply into yours. A bunch of emotions swirling around in his, his lips parted as his breaths started to become less shallow, feeling the rise and fall of his chest underneath your fingertips.

You couldn’t up the corner of your lips as it upturned, a small smile making way onto your lips as you looked down at him. “You look so pretty like this…”

Your words were enough for him to smile back, a small deep chuckle falling from his pretty plump lips as he looked back up at you. Everything said in his eyes, everything said in his body still against yours.

He was yours…

[oopsyoufoundme]

Girl, give us that update rn. RN.

OKAY OKAY SO

I can’t say allll of it but I will say that Emma, I’m 90% sure, is not the one with the addresses. That’s Lilah. But what I can tell you though is that Emma has Hayden’s number and gave it to a random person.

As everyone knows, Emma got kicked out of the auto queue and she doesn’t know why. She had Hayden’s number from a while ago when they had that ‘pizza party’ with her friends. And from what I know, Emma messaged/called Hayden or Hayden called/messaged Emma clearing up the issue about her getting kicked from the con. Apparently, Hayden said he had know idea what happened and he was really sorry. At this point, Emma gave Hayden’s number to a random girl, hoping she could call Hayden and clear it up further? Which in itself is odd. The girl refused and didn’t want Hayden’s number (rightly so).

The girl then messaged this guy on TikTok called Cameron, who is very public about having ‘Hayden’s number’. They compared Emma’s number and Cameron’s number and it was the same, therefore confirming Emma was giving random people his actual number.

Cameron then messaged Hayden and ‘warned’ him about Emma and about all the stalker stuff that’s going on at the minute and Hayden now wants proof of Lilah (or Emma) having information on briars school etc

That’s all I know currently, and I was told this directly by the girl who refused to have Hayden’s number.

[xd-m1a]

MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU GANGYY🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️🤑🤑🤑

[corvoqueen]

Anakin Skywalker

Affairs of the Heart - head canons

ᥫ᭡ Clumsy, especially when nervous.

ᥫ᭡ Stutters a little when excited or nervous.

ᥫ᭡ Always carries at least one book with him when he goes somewhere.

ᥫ᭡ Loves kissing it makes him blush so much.

ᥫ᭡ He’s definitely a hugger.

ᥫ᭡ Total sucker for having his hair played with.

ᥫ᭡ Loves movie nights.

ᥫ᭡ Has a cd and vinyl collection.

ᥫ᭡ Keeps lip balm in his pocket, (wants his lips to look nice for you.)

ᥫ᭡ Has a skin care routine.

ᥫ᭡ Binge watches Dawson’s Creeks and the Office.

ᥫ᭡ Secretly very good at basketball but hates the jocks so he doesn’t play.

(dividers by @diariodefresa + @rookthornesartistry)

[raccoonscribbles]

beat his ass, baby!

nerd!anakin § strong!reader @ a frat party

don’t know about yall, but i’m a heavy weights gal, and would really just like to beat someone up and am waiting for the chance..

guy makes fun of anakin and there’s blood, that’s all, thank you

you stand with anakin, giggling. “yeah, and she said—“ he started, but your thoughts are easily taken away when you hear another guy.

anthony, a pure asshole, can be heard in your earshot, “I least your dating me, lindsy, and not some nerdy freak. i mean, you’re just as much of a bimbo as you know who,” his eyes flicker to yours and widen as he meets your gaze.

“you have a problem?” you glare back at him, and he chuckles.

“should i have a problem? i’m on the football team—“

“and you look a like a twink,” you laugh, grabbing his neck and punching him hard in the face, straight in his eye. anakin hadn’t seemed to notice till he turned around.

“agh! gosh, you brat! i was making fun of your boyfriend not you—“ another punch, and he was on the floor, your left shoe going straight against his throat and he gagged.

then you got down again, punching and punching and punching.

“l—let go you bitch—“ lindsy could be heard calling 9-1-1, but you didn’t care, punching till he was unconscious.

“beat his ass, baby!” was the last thing you heard before the police sirens. but anakin was happy, and that’s all you needed.

[mrshargreeves]

I have something inappropriate (and violent) to say

[anakinstwinklebunny]

NERD!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort.

Author's note: thinking about some nerd!anakin fic where he had heard the reader talk with her friends that she's not passing physics and since he has the biggest crush on her since second grade he later suggest to help her..if she'll help him with something else ;)

Nerd!Anakin who inside was a little dirty minded boy that wished nothing more to have a loving girlfriend to do with her all the cool, nice things he always wanted to do (and he meant more joyful activities than sex)

Nerd!Anakin who has a collection of technical manuals and scientific holobooks that he reads in his spare time. His nightstand is filled with them, and he gets excited when a new one comes out. He’ll stay up late, curled up on the couch, devouring a manual on hyperdrive mechanics or some obscure sci-fi novel, eyes glued to the hologram.

He also loves telling you all about the technical details of what he's learning. You may not always understand everything he’s talking about, but his excitement is so adorable that you just let him ramble on.

Nerd!Anakin who has a soft spot for droids, and he might even give them 'upgrades' just because he thinks they deserve a treat. “You’ve been working hard, buddy. How about a new power cell?”. He’ll talk to them while he works, explaining what he’s doing like they’re his assistants (his fav is R2D2 obviously)

Nerd!Anakin who gets ridiculously excited about the latest gadgets or tech upgrades. When something new comes out, he’s like a kid in a candy store. Whether it's a new holo-terminal, a high-speed pod engine - he’s always the first in line to get it. He’ll show it off to you, explaining every little detail with enthusiasm. “Look at this! It has a new feature that triples efficiency!” He gets that adorable spark in his eye, completely geeking out over the smallest improvements.

Nerd!Anakin who would love when you'd do your nails; he'd ask soon later (when you two are alone) if you could play with his hair to only feel you scratch very gently against his scalp

Nerd!Anakin who was a great whimpering mess whenever you touched him (poor guy had never felt woman's touch before);

a sharp gasp left his mouth as you touched the mushroomy tip of his member, his hips jerking towards you without thought. he was already embarrassingly close, and now your teasing was only driving him closer to the edge “please-“ he let out a pleading moan, the words barely leaving his dry mouth

"please what ani? Use your words like good boys do"

He tried to focus enough to form a coherent sentence but it was getting so hard when all his mind could focus on, was the way you made him feel “I’m close-“ he gasped out, his hips rocking frantically against your tightening fist “I’m so close baby, i need it” he let out a sobbing whimper

"can you hold it in a little?" you asked gently

he groaned at the question before nodding almost desperately “for you, anything” his glasses sliding down his nose

You only hummed, all proud of your actions. How easily you could tear him apart by your single touch. Using her free hand to move his glasses so they were a bit more comfortable on him. You increased your movements, making sure to

he could feel the heat in his abdomen tighten as your hand moved faster. he was struggling to keep himself together, not much to your surprise "oh-oh god-“ he let out a loud gasp and a groan as your thumb moved over his tip again, that little touch sending electricity up his spine “oh-fuck…” one hand digging into the couch for some kind of grip “I can’t hold it—please please please” tears of desperation and overwhelming began to prick at the corner of his eyes

Nerd!Anakin who when was nervous, draw circles and designs on the back of your hand to relax himself

Nerd!Anakin who did your own minifigure from Legos

Nerd!Anakin who always had perfectly ironed shirts

Nerd!Anakin who in general was perfectionist in everything he'd do. If he had a mess in his room, he couldn't focus normally. If just one thing was moved inches apart, it drove him wild

Nerd!Anakin who made cupcakes with his mother for you

Nerd!Anakin who's a true mommy's boy

Nerd!Anakin who teared up after you gave him his first blowjob. He felt so overstimulated when his thick member was hugged around your warm throat, your tongue working on his shaft..it was way too much for the first time, he'd gasp and ask you to slow down because if you wouldn't, you'd already have his cum dripping down your throat

Nerd!Anakin who gave you flowers - sometimes real one and sometimes he'd do them from origamy

Nerd!Anakin who has a little sketchbook where he draws schematics for future projects—droid designs, custom technology accessories, etc. He’s always thinking of new ways to improve things, and his sketches are filled with intricate details and notes.

Sometimes, he’ll show you a design he’s particularly proud of, grinning ear to ear as he explains how it works. “What do you think? Pretty sleek, huh?”

Nerd!Anakin who was a true worshipper of your body. Would press such gentle kisses all over your body as if you were a ceramic doll he was scared to break

Nerd!Anakin who's glasses got foggy everytime he made love to you, his curls sticking to his forehead and his pinky, swollen lips quivering to hold back his own orgasm

Nerd!Anakin who adored math and physics (but not as much as he adored you). And of course, he loved to help you with those subjects

Nerd!Anakin ho invited you to weekly movie marathon. With all the snacks ready and a fluffy blanket

Nerd!Anakin who adored to cuddle with you. It was something so precious for him, and whenever he had a chance, he'd just wrap his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzle to your soft neck

Nerd!Anakin who liked to play with your hair like brushing them out of your face, twirling the strand around his finger and watch intensively, as if it was the most important/gorgeous/captivating sight he had seen, how it hugged his finger so perfectly

Nerd!Anakin who had his 'sexual education' with you;

Anakin hesitantly reached out, his hand trembling as he lifted it towards your chest. He hesitates for a moment once more, not sure if he's ready to do that. He just felt so sinful watching you naked..but oh so good.. so, before the thoughts would envelope his entire mind, he gently cupped one of your round, full breasts. He instantly marveled at, not only the softeneness but the weight, the way it filled his palm, how it was so beautiful, seeing your raspberry ripple hidden thanks to his large hand made him feel so fuzzy all inside

As he squeezed the soft globe tentatively, feeling its weight sprawl all over his senses, he couldn't help but let out a low moan, his body responding to the newfound pleasure. Guilty feelings fade away, leaving him all needy for more of you. His fingertips graze over your nipple to harden it, eliciting a soft gasp from both of you. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with wonder. "I-how i-" he stuttered shyly "-what should I do now?"

"whatever you want..you can kiss it, play with it, anything you want Annie"

Anakin's eyes widen at your words. To have the whole access to your body felt more pleasurable than anything in his life. He leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to the underside of your breast. You gazed down at how his glasses pressed against your skin, making your breath hitched. He then brought his hand up to gently squeeze and caress the soft mound at your left breast, almost nuzzling to the right one. He looked back up at you, seeking approval, as if not sure if he could go any further

"go on, they're all yours" you encouraged

Anakin smiles shyly at your encouragement, feeling emboldened. He starts to kiss and lick at your breasts, alternating between the two. He gently nibbles on your nipples, sucking on them and releasing them with soft popping sounds. "Ahh... they're so soft... and t-tasty..." he mumbled the last part more quietly, as if embarrassed that he actually thought about your breasts in that way

he accidentally uses a bit too much pressure with his teeth, causing you to hiss in pain. He immediately freezes, his eyes filled with worry. "I'm so sorry... did I hurt you?" His voice soft, laced with adorable concern.

"no--its okay..just try to use a little less teeth..and relax"

Anakin nods, his expression turning gentle again. He leans back in, this time more careful, his touch feather-light. He alternates between sucking and licking, paying close attention to the way you react to his touch. "Like this?" He asks softly, his voice muffled against your skin.

"just like that" you tugged on his curls

After the moaned sentence left your mouth, Anakin felt a surge of pride. He continues his gentle ministrations, his own body growing harder with each passing moment. He looks up at you,l with his eyes hooded. "Can I... can I kiss you lower now?"

Nerd!Anakin who was scared to eat you out at first, cause it'd be his very much first pussy. But when he did, he had no idea how to do it. He used his teeth a little too much, his tongue a bit too forceful but in time he got better

Nerd!Anakin who loves space documentaries. He'll make you sit with him on the couch to watch them, enthusiastically pointing out facts you didn’t even know he knew. He’s the type to lean over and say things like, “Did you know that this system’s star is actually binary? And it formed 4.6 billion years ago?”

Nerd!Anakin who uses cheesy, nerdy pick-up lines that leave you both laughing. He’s the kind of guy who would say, “Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you’re Cu-Te.” He says it with so much confidence that you can’t help but find it endearing.

When you tease him about it, he’ll get all flustered, scratching the back of his head with that sheepish grin. “I thought it was clever..and you'd like it, maybe give me a small kiss or something.."

Nerd!Anakin who is fiercely protective of his tech projects. If someone tries to mess with them or touch his tools without asking, he’ll get all defensive. “Hey, be careful with that! I’ve been working on this for weeks.”

But when it’s you? He lets you mess with his projects all you want, even if it makes him a bit nervous. He’ll give you a dorky smile and say, “Just don’t break it, okay?” But secretly, he loves sharing his passions with you.

Nerd!Anakin who, as smart as he is with machines, is absolutely terrible in the kitchen. He’ll try to make you dinner as a sweet surprise, but something always goes wrong—he burns the food, the recipe doesn’t turn out, or the kitchen ends up looking like a disaster zone.

He’ll stand there, looking embarrassed but hopeful, holding a burnt dish with a lopsided grin. “Uh, it’s a little... crispy..”

Nerd!Anakin who leaves you small, nerdy notes;

On a sticky note on your fridge

"You’re the binary star to my existence. Without you, my orbit is off. Also, I reprogrammed the toaster. You're welcome.”

In your notebook or planner

“If I could rewrite the laws of physics, I'd bend space-time just to spend an extra 5 minutes with you.”

"The only code I can’t crack? How you make my heart race this fast.

Tucked inside your favorite book

“You're like the perfect algorithm: complex, beautiful, and always leaving me wanting to solve the equation that is you.”

On your desk after a long day

“You must have a gravity field around you, because I can't seem to stay away. P.S. Check under the desk, I might've added a small modification.”

Next to your coffee in the morning

"You must be a supernova, because you light up my entire galaxy."

Left on the keyboard of your laptop

“I may be fluent in over 6 million forms of communication, but none can express how much you mean to me. Except maybe binary: 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101.”

On a scrap of paper in your bag

“If life were an RPG, you’d be the rarest item—a perfect balance of stats, charisma, and intelligence. Also, +100 beauty.”

Tucked in between your sketchpad pages (if you're into art)

“You’re the canvas, I’m the artist... together, we create the perfect masterpiece. P.S. I’m still better at drawing starships though.”

Left in your lunchbox

“Did you know you increase productivity in starship repairs by 43% just by being near me? I’d call that a superpower.”

Taped to a little DIY gadget he made for you

“This little thing is just like you—ingenious and holds everything together. Also, try pressing the blue button for a surprise.”

Next to your favorite snack

“You’re like the perfect engineering schematic: flawless in design, and I can’t stop marveling at the details.”

In your locker

"I’d cross the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs just to see your smile."

“Did you know a day on Venus is longer than a year? Just like how waiting to see you again feels like”

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[natalieportmanismywife]

PARTY GIRL | nerd!anakin. 18+

| Summary ~ You are a party girl and he… well he wasn’t exactly into that type of stuff. He was the school’s nerd, and you are the popular kid. You guys were opposites of each other, and yet, you still found a way to each other. Every. Time.

Anakin walked into a club with his friends from his geek club. They all made a bet, whoever was the first to leave would have to do whatever everyone else says for a month. Anakin looked around, his eyes flickered from one place to the other. The dance floor, which had bodies of bodies dancing on each other. The couches, which sat women and men making out with each other. He didn’t even want to go into the bathrooms. His eyes flickered away from the bathrooms and to the bar. Safest place for now, right? He thought to himself as he made his way away from his friends who were beginning to split up and over to the bar.

Anakin looked at the bar stool that had a liquid spilt on it. Curiosity got the better of him and he leaned his head down slightly and sniffed it. One sniff immediately had him moving to another stool, away from that one. He sat down on a different stool, his nose still scrunched up in disgust. He didn’t know what that liquid was and honestly he didn’t want to know, all he knew was that it smelled absolutely disgusting.

The bartender made her way over to him, “What can I get you, sunshine?” She asked, putting the rag she was using to wipe the counters on her shoulder. Anakin looked up from the bar counter and looked at the bartender. She had piercing blue eyes and straight blonde hair with highlights. She’s pretty. He thought to himself.

“Uh, just wa-water for now.” He stuttered as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose since they were falling down. The bartender furrowed her eyebrows but nodded nonetheless. He sighed softly. I am definitely losing this bet. He thought as a group of girls sat a couple of stools away from him, giggling and laughing. He looked over to them, his eyes widening when he realized they were from his school. Shit.

He knows all of them, well not personally. They all hang out with the ‘queen bee’ of the school, Y/n Y/l/n. He always had a crush on her. She wasn’t the type of popular girl to bully you because it makes her feel better about herself and it gains her laughs, she’s the type of popular girl to stand up for you, and she’s pretty which makes her even better. I mean, anyone would have a crush on her if they knew her.

He moved his head to get a better look at who was there, manly because he wanted to know if she was there. She was, and they made eye contact. Her e/c eyes staring into his deep blue ones. The soft warm smile gracing her beautiful plump lips. She looks like the type of girl to walk out of your dreams. And the dress she was wearing. Oh god, the dress. His eyes trailed down her body. She was wearing a mini dress and it was an off the shoulder, sparkly blue navy color. It looked so good on her, it also matched her shoes. His eyes trailed back up her and looked at her at her hair that looked as perfect as ever. He saw pieces of what looked like tinsel in her hair which made him smile.

She excused herself from her friends and made her way over to him. He cleared his throat and looked away to the water glass in front of him. He didn’t even know the bartender came back with his water. He felt a tap on the shoulder so he turned back around and he saw her. “Hi, Anakin.” She said with her usual smile.

“He-hey, Y/n.” He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with her. “What are you do-doing here?” He stumbled over his words. He bit his lip to shut himself up.

She looks around, “Oh, I come here on Fridays sometimes.”

He nods, “That’s nice.” He replied.

There was an awkward silence after that. He finally made eye contact with her. She tilts her head slightly. “Wanna dance, pretty boy?” She asked, offering him her hand. He wanted to tell her he didn’t dance and that he can’t but then he may be missing out on an opportunity to get her alone.

“Yes.” He accepted her hand and she pulled him to the dance floor. She turned to face him. Their bodies were being squished together because of how many people there were. “Is this a bad time to tell you that I don’t know how to dance?” He whispered in her ear causing a giggle to escape her.

“Just let loose. Dance like nobody’s watching. Have fun. Live a little.” She said, ruffling his hair.

“I am living a little, if I wasn't I wouldn’t be here.” He shot back in a soft matter-of-fact tone.

She rolled her eyes and guided his hands to her hips. His breath hitched as she put his hands on her hips and began swaying them. She trailed her hands up his arms and stopped at his shoulders and trailed them over to his chest. “Sway with me.” She whispers in his ear. He slowly began swaying his body in rhythm with hers.

“Like this?” He asked quietly, staring into her eyes.

“Mhm.” She turned her body around so her back was pressed against his front. He slowly leaned down, closer to her neck. She felt his breath on her neck and moved her hair out of the way, giving him more access to her neck.

He felt a sudden hunger within him and his lips immediately latched onto her neck, kissing her neck with care and affection but also with need and desire. She guided his hand to cup her right breast. His hand squeezed her breast and his other hand traveled down her thigh, electing a soft moan from her. But all this ended when he heard his friend calling his name. He quickly let go of her breast and moved himself away from her, turning around to face his friend. “We saw Maul leave with this girl, so he lost the bet!” Piett told him with a big smile. “Come on.” He grabbed Anakin’s hand eagerly and began pulling him off the dance floor.

As Anakin was pulled away by Piett to their other friends, he looked back to see if she was still there. She wasn’t. The spot they were just in was taken by a new girl and boy, and maybe they will get to finish their desires tonight just like Anakin wished to finish his with her.

[skywvlkersgrl]

Watched revenge of the nerds the other day (might be the worst movie I’ve ever seen) but there was one questionable scene with a guy in a Darth Vader mask and it’s given me such a good idea for a modern Anakin Drabble

[leclercsredhelmet]

Textbook Romantic ✧ Anakin Skywalker: Museum Date

A/N: Hello! I’m back with part two of Textbook Romantic, I hope you all like this!

Over the last few days, you and Anakin have been meeting up during free periods and after classes to work on the project. Simultaneously, your friendship has grown, and flirting is becoming clearer. Padmé asks for debriefs every time you come back to your dorm, and she’s been giving you advice and cheering you on. Yesterday, she confidently declared that in a week or two, Anakain will ask you to be his girlfriend. Quite frankly, you’d be lying to yourself by saying it’s going to take longer.

The bedroom door slams open, “Sun is out, get up and out of bed!” Padmé declares. Groaning, you open your eyes, “You know I love you, but there’s this thing called knocking,” you say. Playfully rolling her eyes, Padmé sits next to you with two coffee mugs in hand. “We have brunch and you have a date, so I wanted to make sure you were up early,” she says, and you giggle. “Consider me awake ten minutes before my alarm,” you reply while checking your phone. Taking the mug from her hands, you smile and take a sip. “Do you have an outfit laid out?” she asks. “Nope, I was going to do that after showering,” you reply. “All the more reasons as to why waking you up was the best choice,” your roommate triumphantly says. Shaking your head and chuckling, you finish up the coffees and leave the mugs on the bedside table.

Side by side, you stand in front of the open closet, scanning the contents. “I don’t know where he’s taking me, so I was thinking of something comfortable and weather-appropriate,” you tell her. Nodding along, she takes a moment to think, your eyes land on a crochet top. Taking out the show, she says to Padmé, “Oh my god, this is perfect with the high-waisted, wide-leg jeans!” Smiling, you take them out and lay them on the bed along with the top. Padmé checks for accessories and pulls out a brown belt with a gold buckle and a tan suede bag. “Looking good so far, I love your brain,” you say and bump your hip with Padmé, who smiles.

Padmé leaves you alone to shower, so you turn on some music and go through all the steps of your everything shower. Walking out in a robe, you slip on your jeans, brush and style your hair, and then apply some light everyday makeup. Taking the long-sleeved crochet top, you slip it on and hang the robe in the bathroom. Buckling the belt, you pick out gold accessories to match the buckle. After locating your espadrille wedges, you put them on and pack the bag before walking out to meet with your roommate.

“You look flawless as ever!” you say after admiring Padmé’s outfit. She’s wearing a white blouse, tucked into dark blue jeans with gold accessories and black flats with a black handbag. “So do you,” she says. “Thanks to your assistance, babes,” you smile. Closing the door, you loop your arm with hers and walk towards her car. Over the drive, you and Padmé chat about little things and sing along obnoxiously loud to the songs that come on.

Walking inside the cozy café, you spot your friends and walk over. Instantly, the girls greet you with hugs and cheek kisses before clearing up a space on the booth for you and Padmé. The conversation starts easily and stops when it’s time to order, but it quickly resumes. “So Y/N Anakin is picking you up later, right?” Lara, one of your friends, asks, and they all grin. You chuckle, “He is,” you reply. “How do you feel about your first date with him?” she asks. “Great, a little nervous, but I’m sure he has something exciting planned,” you reply. “He seems so charming, and I’m so glad you’re finally going out,” she says, and you blush. “It was about dman time, honestly, watching him silently pine over you for almost a year was certainly something,” Emma says, and you all laugh. “Yeah, I have to admit I was too scared to say anything,” you say. “We actually had a plan to get you two together,” Padmé says, and you giggle. “Ala,s destiny decided to do it for us finally,” Jen says, and Lara lifts her glass in agreement, which makes you laugh.

After multiple coffees and a long gossip session, it’s almost time for Anakin to pick you up, your phone rings, and you look at the text. “He’s here, just around the corner,” you say, and they all silently clap. “In case he walks in, please tell him I’ll be back soon. I need the bathroom,” you say, and stand up. Just as you're finishing up washing your hands, one of the girls texts to let you know he’s inside. Smiling, you take a deep breath to ease the nerves and unlock the door.

Anakin’s back is to you, and you take a minute to survey his outfit. He’s wearing a dark green cable knit sweater with dark blue jeans and white sneakers. You spot the girls smiling at him while he talks and notice his shy demeanor. “Hey,” you say from behind him, and he instantly turns. “Hi,” he replies with a smile, and you pull him into a hug. “Are you ready to go?” he asks. “Absolutely,” you say, and he stands back so you can hug all the girls and say goodbye. Side by side, you walk out of the building, and Anakin turns to you, “You look great,” he says, and you blush, “Thanks, you too. Green looks good on you,” you compliment. “I was thinking we could go to the museum, there are some new exhibits on classical and Renaissance art,” he says. “Oh my god, that would be perfect,” you reply, and he grins. The drive to the museum is comfortable and filled with chatter. Anankin parks a few blocks away so both of you can enjoy the walk to the museum.

The minute you step inside the museum, the outside noise fades, and there’s a soft murmur of voices from visitors, but it’s so quiet and calm. Anakin takes two pamphlets and hands one to you. Smiling, you take it and walk with him by your side. Guided tours are being offered, but you take the self-guided one. Both of you have separately been here enough times to have the entire layout mapped out. “This room is quiet,” he notes, and you chuckle, “And empty,” you add, and he chuckles, “We have it to ourselves,” he says, and you giggle. Most of the paintings are modern art, which is probably why it’s empty. Anakin makes brief comments about some of the pieces, and you add some more. “You know, I never thought to come here with an art history major, but I’m glad I did,” he says as you exit the room. Blushing, you shove him a little, and he laughs, “Thank you for thinking of me,” you chime, “Always,” he replies, and you quickly press a kiss to his cheeks. Most of the rooms on the second floor are empty, which gives you and Anakin time to look at the pictures deliberately and sit.

By the time you arrive on the floor that garners the most attention from people, you notice some have started to filter out. Anakin leads you into the room with classical art, and you smile at the warmth his touch sends through your body. Falling into step with him, your hands still remain loosely intertwined as you stand in front of a painting, “How do you think the Greeks would feel about today’s society?” he asks while you sit on a bench. Softly, you chuckle and turn to him, “Somewhere beyond horrified and astonished,” you say, and he hums. “Fair, how so?” he asks, and you look at the wall before looking at him. “Intelectual wise I feel like the Greeks would be appalled at the fact that intellectuality is going to hell, politically, it’s the same,” you say and laughs. “You did not skip a beat with that,” he says. “Well, in a world full of endless social media scrolling, no real desire to learn, and little to no creativity or intellectual thoughts, at least you and I are sitting in a museum,” you say, and he hums in agreement.

“I will always love Renaissance art,” you say while standing in front of the Birth of Venus painting. You had saved the best for last. “Everything about this painting just fits so perfectly,” you add. Anakin looks at you, and his expression softens once you start to talk about it. In full honesty, he is paying attention to what you were saying, but he most likely forgot it since more than half of his attention is on your demeanor.

Anakin is entranced by the way your voice softens and how your eyes sparkle when talking about something you really like. Looking at the outline of your soft full lips, he resists the urge to trace his finger over them, your elbows brush as you move your hands slightly, and the contact makes him feel butterflies.

“And that’s why it’s an allegory for the concept of love as the force that drives nature,” you finish while looking at him. “You’re so beautiful, especially when you sound so eloquent,” he blurts, and you giggle. He pulls you in by the waist and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Smiling into the kiss, your hands find his neck and you pull him down towards you, deepening the kiss. Pulling apart, you rest your forehead against his, and he feels like he’s floating in the air. “You know, kissing in a museum wasn’t on my to-do list, but I’m glad it wound its way up there,” you whisper, and he laughs.

Anakin’s hand finds yours, his knuckles brush against yours, and softly his fingers intertwine, and his palm seamlessly fits in yours. Briefly, you glance down at your joined hands and smile. The way his hand cups your smaller one looks as if it was made to fit perfectly with yours. You finish up the self-guided tour and walk out of the museum. “This was so much fun,” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, the day is far from over, so come on,” he says, nodding his head, and you giggle.

Side by side, you browse the shelves, ever since you stepped out of the museum, Anakin hasn’t let go of your hand. The feeling made you smile and feel giddy. Being the gentleman that he is, he offered to carry your small stack of books alongside the ones he’d picked for himself. “I was thinking we could pick up some coffees and food for a bit in the park,” he whispers while in line. “Sounds great,” you chirp and kiss his cheek. Before you could pay for your books, Anakin paid for the entire thing in a single swoop. “Ani, you shouldn’t have done that. I can pay for myself,” you sweetly say, and he shakes his head, “I know, but I wanted to,” he says while leading you across the street. “Well, I’ll pay for the coffee and food, no buts mister,” you warn, and he chuckles.

The park isn’t that full, but you manage to find a tree with enough shade and sit under it. Anakin’s back is to the trunk, and your head rests over his legs, one of the books you’d purchased is held open, propped up by one of your knees as you read aloud from it. Your other free hand is intertwined with Anakin’s, and he uses his free one to pass the pages. Hours have passed, and the sun is starting to lower its intensity, a clear sign that evening is upon you. Standing up, Anakin helps you to your feet and brushes the leaves from your clothes. You do the same and pack up the books, hand in hand, you walk back to the car laughing along to his jokes.

Anakin drops you off at your dorm and walks you to the door. Leaning against the wall you look at him, “Today was so much fun, thank you for that,” you say and he smiles. “I’m glad you had fun,” he sweetly replies. His hands snake around your waist and your arms go around his neck. Pulling you closer, Anakin leans down and you meet him in the middle. The kiss is soft and slow, standing on your tiptoes you press yourself a little closer to Anakin and he laughs before kissing you again. He pecks your lips twice and you hug him before separating. “I’ll see you soon okay,” he says. “Bye Ani,” you reply with a smile before opening the door to your apartment.

[jadegmfu]

academically smart bf!anakin x grungy/goth rockstar gf!reader coming soonnn~ ;)

(i dunno if someone had already done this headcanon, please inform me.)