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would u like a him in these trying times

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if you want you can come meet me in the astral realm tonight and we can hug

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Oh I've read that one before!! its really good. well, since you dont know more, can you recommend (if you know any) some fics where anakin worships her body? again can be smutty or fluffy

I can't think of any off of the top of my head atm :(( but you can find a few anakin fics I've reblogged under the tags [#fic recs] & [#anakin fic recs] under my blog :)

also here's a little something bby because ilysm and you're so beautiful ❤❤❤

warnings: sad body angst & anakin kissing everywhere 🥺❤

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"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

Anakin turned you over from your side, to where you were now laying on your back.

He found you crying as soon as he had gotten home and immediately rushed on to the bed next to your side.

He furrowed his brows, bottom lip poked out slightly at your teary state.

"I'm... It's nothing, Anakin. I'm fine," you reassured him, trying to turn back on to your side so you wouldn't have to see him, however his grip on your shoulder was firm, and he kept you there on your back.

"No, you're not fine. " He sat up, paying full attention to you now. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

You blinked, taking your thumbs and wiping away the tears that lied on your lashes, sniffling.

You felt a hard lump begin to form in your throat--that stupid lump that always seemed to find a way to sneak in when you were trying to explain your emotions to him, or to anyone really, especially when you were in your most vulnerable state.

"I..." You tried to speak, but your thoughts were getting the better of you.

You looked down at your body, eyes raking over everything. How could he love someone who looked like you? How could he marry someone like you, when there were so many more pretty people out there for him?

You looked like this, terrible, awful, and yet, he settled for you. That's it. He must've settled because you were easy. Because you were insecure and that would make him feel better about himself. Yeah. That had to be it.

Anakin brushed a strand of hair out of your face, eyes saddening as he realized that your lack of responsiveness meant you were getting into your own head.

"Hey... Talk to me. I love you, what's going on?" He said softly, voice wavering a bit as he hardly ever saw you like this. He wasn't home a lot, and he hated himself for not always getting the chance to be there for you, but this time, since he was home, he was going to make sure he got the chance to know what was wrong.

You narrowed your eyes at him, still baffled at his choice of words.

"That's exactly it," you choke, still caught up from your tears.

He laid down next to you on his side, trying to comfort you.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Why?" You threw your hands up in disbelief, running your fingers through your hair, almost tugging at it because of how stressed out you felt. "Why do you love me? How could you love me when I look like this?"

You gestured to your entire body, utterly disgusted with the sight in front of you.

"When these look like this?" You pointed to your legs, choking out another sob.

"When my stomach looks like this? My face? My arms? Everything? I hate my body, Anakin. It's so... I hate it. You shouldn't even be married to me, Anakin. You deserve so much better," You let out a pained sob, burying the heels of palms into your eyes, ashamed that he had to see you like this. So broken down, so terrible, so ugly.

"Baby..." He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him so that way you could bury your face into his chest, letting you cry there. He frowned, his heart broke into a million pieces as he watched you unfold before him. Someone who was so strong and so willing and so perfect half the time completely letting go of their emotions made him falter. It hurt to see you like this. It hurt that you were calling yourself these awful things when he thought completely the opposite. You were everything to him, and you were more to several other people.

"I love you so much... For so many reasons... But listen to me," he tilted your chin up so that way you were staring into his deep blue eyes. "You are so much more than your body. You are a brilliant, amazing, kind, compassionate human being. More so than I could ever be. I love you for that." He smiles, his left hand gently traces the curve of your hip. "And your body is just a plus."

"But... There are people who are better than me... And prettier than me..." You sniffled, Anakin's words still blocked out by the anxious thoughts in your head.

He smiled softly, lashes fluttering as he took in the beautiful form of your face, blinking slowly before leaning in and pressing a long, firm kiss into your lips, his left hand found your hand and laced his fingers with yours, reassuring you that he could never leave you, no matter what you thought of yourself.

He turned you so you lied on your back, and slowly he crawled on top of you, thumb tracing small circles onto your hand.

Slowly, he pulled away, lips lingering before he gently pressed his forehead against yours. "I love you. I love you. "

You looked up at him, eyes casting downward in shame.

"Hey, you're not listening. I love you, for you." He smiled at you, brightly flashing that gorgeous white smile of his, which made you smile softly.

"And I love you here," he kissed your forehead.

"You here." A kiss to your jaw.

"Here." To your neck.

"Here." To your shoulder. His hands slipped under your shirt, tracing gentle circles on to your sides before looking up at you. "May I?"

You nod, feeling a warm stir of butterflies at his question.

He smiles reassuringly at you before planting a chaste kiss on to your lips, promptly pulling the shirt from over your head.

His lips settle back down, remaining eye contact with you so you understood what was being said.

He pressed a kiss to your breast, then moved down, running his lips over your stomach, several times over your stomach, in between each time repeating the word here. He moved back up from your stomach and over your breasts, moving to your shoulders and down your arms, kissing each one all the way down to your hands until he kissed the tips of your middle fingers.

He would move across and kiss the naval and down to your pelvis, hands roaming down to your thighs.

You watched as he did this, smiling, feeling so comforted in the fact that he felt so comfortable with you and loved you so much that he would worship and praise every inch of your body before even asking him to do so.

"What about these?" He tugged on the hemline of your pants, hinting that he wanted them removed.

You blinked slowly, contemplating if you should let him continue.

"It's alright if you don't, I'll just kiss over your pants," he smiled, resting a cheek on your thigh.

You smiled at that, running a few fingers through his curly hair. You admired the way he admired you, taking in every inch so carefully and so sweetly... It made you feel so safe and so warm...

"Sure, go ahead," you decided, sniffling up your dry tears.

"I love you angel," he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to your clothed thigh before pulling your pants down.

"I love you so much," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your panty line, skipping over the fabric to press a gentle kiss to the top of your thigh. "I'll love you no matter what. No matter what happens to you," another kiss. "No matter what you look like." another.

His lips switched between thighs, now landing at your knees. "You're so beautiful... Truly... Crafted by the gods... You burn brighter than the stars... " Your calves now. "Brighter than any soul I came in contact with... Brighter than any solar system I've ever flown to... And more beautiful than the twin suns on Tatooine. "

You smile, soft, gentle tears began to flow from your eyes while you watched him travel lower and lower, his lips on your ankles now. You couldn't help but feel so safe at his kind, poetic words. He was cheesy, but god it made you melt. Your heart was a swarm of butterflies now and you would have it either way.

He finished kissing your feet and climbed his way back up so he lied on top of you, once again. He slowly blinked, head resting on to your shoulder, blue, adoring eyes bore into yours.

"I love you for who you are, and I love you for your body. You are so stunning, angel. Please, never forget that," he said softly, pressing a gentle, slow kiss to your lips.

You melted into the kiss, letting slow salty tears fall down your face while you tentatively brought a hand up to run through his dark-blonde curls.

He chuckled into the kiss when he felt you finally relax, his hand came up and rested on your hip before pulling away. "You promise? To never forget that?"

You smile softly.

"Promise."

He held out his pinky, to which you giggled at. He was childish and you loved that about him. You interlocked your pinky with his and he pressed another kiss to your lips, sealing in the promise that in fact, he did love you. For everything you offered.

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a lady and a boy | d.m.

song: line without a hook - ricky montgomery

a/n: thank you for all the support on my last fic! this one was sort of a request from @fungusbabey enjoy!!

t.w.: none!

draco malfoy was the unspoken king of the slytherin house. he presented himself as a leader, spiteful, hateful, and plain rude, but a leader nonetheless. he was, of course, the heir to the malfoy legacy, but his actions were no more fueled by pride than fear. he lived every minute of his life surrounded by his father. from "my father will be hearing about this!" to "i mustn't disappoint my father" and then to "am i going to be my father?" draco was tired from trying to be both exactly like and the furthest from his father at all times. his thoughts were always occupied with his troubles, his trauma, and his name. malfoy. that's all he'd ever been called, all he'd ever known, and all he'd ever come to be proud of. that is, until a certain y/h/c lady caught his attention.

she was merely sitting in his transfiguration class, doing her work, and excelling in it, as per usual, and he'd never seemed to notice her at all, at least up to this point. professor mcgonagall had decided that, despite the resulting groans and sighs, she was going to assign a partner project, even worse, she was choosing the partners. crabbe and goyle still somehow ended up with each other, blaise and millicent were paired, leaving pansy and theodore (who also became partners). draco, of course, he thought, was alone.

"mister malfoy and," she paused for an eternity before continuing. "and miss y/l/n." a small, sly smile appeared on the professors face, but only draco had seemed to notice.

"so uh, draco, i guess we're partners?" y/n said, setting her books down on the desk beside the boy.

"guess so" he said, following a scoff, but he gazed at her when she looked away. he pretended not to care, he tried so hard to stay bitter, but her eyes drew him in so deep, it was impossible to look away.

when class ended, he made a point to leave just after her, shrugging off crabbe and goyle when they questioned his actions. he followed her until she reached her destination; a willow. no, not the whomping willow (thank goodness), but a simple weeping willow, sat just off the castle grounds. it had a nice, distant view of the quidditch pitch, and was surrounded by tiny wildflowers. draco had kept enough distance to remain unseen, but he watched her every move from him position. she sat below the tree and took a small leather-bound journal from her satchel, as well as a quill.

homework? really? he watched further, and she began to sketch her surroundings. he stared..and stared...and stared some more. the sun was beginning to set before he realized how long he had been standing, staring at y/n, when she was hardly doing anything at all. he grew hot, and started off toward the castle to think in his dorm.

the next day, and for a week after, he followed her to the same willow, watched her draw, and returned to the slytherin common room. draco's actions didn't go unnoticed by his peers. each time he left after transfiguration, stayed missing for hours, and returned without a single explanation for his strange disappearance.

"malfoy, where've you been, mate?" blaise had asked after his first count of being MIA. "you've been gone for hours."

"none of your business," he spat back.

"he's right malfoy, you've been gone all day," crabbe chimed in. "got a secret snog or somethin' you're not telling us about?"

"it's absolutely none of your business you gits, shove off," and with that, he was gone again, to his room to think.

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"draco. draco!" voice filled his ears, seemingly out of nowhere.

"what?" he snapped from his zone, meeting a pair of y/e/c eyes.

"are you going to help, or am i going to do the entire project?" she questioned.

"yeah sorry, sorry, what are we doing?" he was completely out of it.

"i swear it's like you're not even on the planet this week," she mumbled. to be entirely honest, he wasn't. he was too focused on her hands to worry about some stupid project. he had watched her so often that he began to notice little things, like how, when she was meant to be taking notes, she would be sketching a tree or a toad instead. and when she was really focused, the tip of her tongue would leave the corner of her mouth. and every time she wrote an 'i' the dot would be in the shape of a spark or a teardrop, or anything that wasn't an actual dot.

to tell the truth, draco wanted nothing more than to be held by her. he felt completely at ease in her presence, and he never felt more calm than when he was watching her. he wanted to tell her how he felt. it was like she had snuck him a love potion or something, he was completely and utterly entranced by her. but his mind told him that he couldn't, after all, she's a lady, and he was just a boy.

"malfoy, honestly, do i need to result to violence?" she hit him lightly on the arm to get his attention. he jerked up to meet her gaze and practically vomited his next words.

"oh, baby i am a wreck when i'm without you." he grabbed her hand.

"what?" she looked at him, confused by his sudden change of tone.

"i need you here to stay." he waited for a response, but the lady in question was entirely taken aback. "was it something i said?" he released her hand, mow worried that he had ruined his chances with her.

"no it's just, it took you long enough," she giggled, he looked mortified.

"excuse me?"

"what, you don't think i didn't notice you following me every day? you're not exactly slick, draco." how is it that she could be so calm when he felt like his hands were going to fall off? she laughed again, and he suddenly felt a wave of courage rush over him. he swept up her hair into his hand and pulled her into a brash kiss. she froze, but eventually melted into him. he relaxed a little, and held her cheek in his previously free hand. he pulled away for a second to ask:

"is this okay?"

"yes, draco, now come back here and kiss me"

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Anakin Skywalker appreciation 1/-

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I love how most Anakin stans wanna drop kick him into the depths of outer space but also just want to give him a hug.

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I do wonder how long it took Ani to grow used to the cold.

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talk too much || f.w.

x slytherin fem!reader

hi all! this is my first whole length fic i've written, but i simp so hard for fred weasley. its based loosely on the song "talk too much" by COIN (i suggest listening half way through!) anyway, hope you enjoy!

tw: swearing, kissing, mention of violence (playfully)

studying in the hogwarts library used to be a peaceful experience. that is, until a certain red-haired duo decided that the library was to be their new prank-planning office.

"you know who we should hit next fred?" the first asked.

"i bet i do brother" returned the second

"snape!" they shouted in unison.

you groan and turn yourself around to face the ginger pair that had made your last two weeks a living hell. "will you two shut it?"

they laugh at your way-too-serious remark and george decides to speak first.

"oh! look who's getting feisty, eh brother?"

"indeed she is, george, shall we shut it?"

"hmm i don't think so"

"well will you gits at least use a silencing charm or something? merlin you weasleys talk too much"

"alright alright y/l/n we'll keep it down, all in good fun"

good fun. right. it's always good fun when you fail your o.w.l.s because you had nowhere to study in peace. you'd tried the slytherin common room, but malfoy and his crew ruined that quite quickly. the great hall was packed constantly, and the room of requirement felt cold compared to the welcoming walls filled with old books and warm lighting that the library gave you. the worst part about it all was that you had begun to fancy the very boy who caused you so much frustration. you guess he wasn't too horrible in terms of looks, but that mouth never stopped running.

on the way to your potions class, your favorite, but filled with people who ticked you off the most, you almost had a heart attack, courtesy of one frederick weasley. he had been developing a new "device" that spit out mini fireworks out of thin air. his lab rat? you.

"what the fuck weasley? what in the bloody hell is wrong with you?"

in between fits of laughter he managed to get out "new project" and "havent-(hahaha)-name-(snort)-yet"

"i swear to merlin fred, one more prank and i swear i'll shove a firework up your arse" you spat out, gathered your books and silently cursed all past, present and any future weasleys.

"today, students, we will be making amortentia, i'm sure you're all familiar, so get busy" echoed the nasally voice of one severus snape. of course, you listened and began reading the directions that were neatly inked onto the parchment in front of you. to no one's surprise at all, you were the first to finish, and you had made it perfectly. the only problem was that snape decided to "suggest" that those who had successfully brewed their amortentia should share with the rest of the class what their's smelled like. you weren't worried at first, until you smelled yours.

"miss y/l/n, you will go first"

"erm," you wafted the mist to your nose, "smoke" specifically from a firework, but you were not about to say that out loud. "sweets, and cinnamon." you stepped back from your cauldron and tried not to think about the smell that you first identified. it was just from earlier. there was no way that fred weasley was going to be your soulmate. your stupid crush on him was simply a coping mechanism for his idiotic pranks that plagued you..right?

"thank you, miss y/l/n. mister weasley- not you george- since you think this class is so hilarious, you will go next"

you shot up and looked at fred, hoping that what he'd smell wasn't you, but he noticed your gaze. "no problem professor!" he said cheerfully with a smirk, and a wink tossed at you. "mine smells of mint and-" he took a bigger, more dramatic sniff, "lavender" he said, a tad more serious than just a second before. only you seemed to notice, though, as no one else seemed to think anything of it.

fred sat back down next to his counterpart and put on his usual jovial personality for everyone to see. you can't stop thinking about your potion, though. it was just your robes. just leftover from his prank. suddenly, a paper airplane hits the side of your head. you sigh and roll your eyes, because you know just who it came from.

gryffindor common room, 11:00 tonight. please. we need to talk. f.w.

no way in hell you were meeting him there. it was probably just another prank. you want him to know that you know what he's up to, so you crumble the piece of parchment right in front of him.

later that evening, you escape to the library, but only when you've made sure there were no freckled, ginger men infesting it. studying, however, proved extremely difficult. you wanted to know what fred wanted. your curiosity seemed to take control of your actions as you stood up and made your way to the gryffindor common room. you snuck up to the fat lady and she looked at you, eyebrow raised, and very plainly asked, "password?" shit you didn't even think about needing a password. before you could utter a gibberish guess, the painting opened and fred crept out from behind it.

"you came, good" he said, genuinely relieved that you had showed up.

"what is it you want, weasley?" you whispered, slightly annoyed with yourself for ending up here in the first place.

"amortentia. mint and lavender. d'you know who that is?" he asked you.

"why would i know who your soulmate is, fred? and why do you care anyway? it's not like you're gonna find them tonight."

"and here i though you were brilliant, y/n" you were shocked, that was the first time he had ever called you by your first name.

"if you wanted to annoy me, you could have just pulled another dumb prank. shoved some fizzing whizbees in my coffee or something. you didn't have to call me here" with that, he had given up, putting on his normal persona.

"you're right, thanks for the idea y/l/n i'll have to try it on you sometime. i'm sure george will get a kick out of it as well. d'you think whizbees or puking pastilles? you know what, i'll surprise you instead!" he smiled. he loved riling you up, you're cute when you're angry.

"you talk too much" you said, and with a turn of your heel, you were on your way back to your dorm.

"and you study too much! you can't take a joke to save your life, y/l/n, maybe one of these days you'll come over here and shut me up yourse-" he was cut off by your lips being newly placed on his. it was all in a feat of shutting him up. then you realized what you had done.

stay cool, it's just a kiss

"why you gotta be so talkative?" you said, impressively keeping your composure. fred, on the other hand, was completely shellshocked, frozen. "what's the matter weasley? never been kissed before?" your words went in one ear and out the other for him. he couldn't care less what your lips said when they weren't on his.

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him, earning a gasp from you, which he used to his advantage. he slipped his tongue in your mouth and savored every inch of you. you had forgotten everything you had been mad about before. your hands found his hair and tangled themselves in it. he melted into you, moving his hands to your legs, and hoisting you up around his waist. he carried you to the couch in the middle of the common room, and laid you down quick. amidst all the snogging, you remembered your anger from before and promptly pulled away.

"i.. i have to go. this was a mistake." you said quietly, trying to compose yourself enough to leave the couch.

"was it? it was you i smelled, y/n. the mint from your toothpaste? the lavender from your perfume? it's always been you." he sounded so sincere, something you'd never thought in a million years you'd hear. "stay, please"

he leaned toward you again and cupped your cheek in his hand. he pulled you just close enough that you would have to close the gap between you. you hesitated for a moment, but kissed him again. he seemed to mimic your every move with complete perfection. he linked his fingers with yours and deepened the kiss until you had to come up for air. you stared into his cinnamon eyes for what seemed like eternity until you noticed movement in the corner of the room. fred followed your eyes and said,

"george what the hell mate? how long you been standin' there?"

"oi don't let me get in the way of your snogging, simply left my books down here." he replied, with the cheekiest wink you had quite possibly ever seen. your face grew hot and you shuffled out from under fred, making your way quickly out of the common room. fred wasn't letting you get away that easy, though.

"same time tomorrow?" he asked slyly.

"in your dreams, weasley." you half-jokingly replied. you knew he'd be in yours tonight.

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so.

i guess fanfiction wasn’t a phase….

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It's missing Hayden Christensen hours so I'm posting my favorite brooding photoshoot of his.

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my heart said whebeiejeidn

Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker in Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith

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I heard the call for Anakin in a crop top and skirt, and I could not resist.

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i think i’m gonna start an anakin fic tonight so........ 1) prepare yourself and 2) i apologize in advance

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Someone take this man’s phone.

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when i was in therapy i once expressed to my therapist that i really struggle with having pretty much zero idea of who i am as a person + she whipped out a piece of paper and suggested that we write down different aspects of myself. and i had no idea what to say bc ‘myself’ is a concept i’m not very familiar with so she started saying about my interests and how that’s part of me + i was like okay!! that makes sense!! so she clicked her pen and was like “you said you like video games before” and i was like sure bud :) and watched her write down, in capital letters ‘GAMER’ and i’ve never had so much terror struck into my h

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clone wars/prequel stans rly out here driving themselves crazy on purpose. like “au where anakin goes to the bathroom during this one scene in revenge of the sith and this changes every future event that will come later and leads to everyone living happily ever after” 

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