you guys love modern!ani (got a couple of requests to fill hehe👀) but in the mean time i raise u this :
coming home to your lil apartment with ani and you’re just so stressed and frustrated and tired, and you stand in front of him whilst he’s manspreading on the couch, just venting and rambling about how infuriating your boss is. and anakin listens, of course— he’s nodding, an attentive frown on his face as he does so, eyes on you the whole time — and soon your voice just trails off because why is he slowly taking off his rings and placing them on the little coffee table infront of him?
you stare at him dumbfound and he just casually beckons you to him with his head. “c’mere, baby. let me take care of it. you don’t need to think about that anymore, yeah?”
very soon he’s giving you that stress reliever you craved so badly, cumming around his fingers, knuckles deep, with his voice in your ear telling you that you’re such a good girl for him. in no time, you’ve forgotten all about your problems.
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Summary: It’s Halloween, and you do Anakin’s makeup
AU: Modern AU, College AU
Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Reader
Words: 1.5K
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Warnings: No use of y/n, mentions of smut, somewhat spicy, suggestive content, fluff, and foul language.
A/N: This was intended as a blurb, then it got out of hand and turned into a one-shot, but I had no clue how to end it. Also, my first fic for Anakin!
And as always, thank you to my lovely wife, @songofpatrochilless, for beta reading this 🫶
𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
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"Would you stop squirming? You're going to make me smudge something." You grumble as you shift in Anakin's lap, trying to fill in some of the spots on his neck with black face paint. His hands are planted firmly on your thighs as he sits back on the bed, shifting around each time the brush touches his neck.
"Sorry, I have a beautiful girl in my lap, and she's touching my neck,” Anakin says with a charming smirk as he looks up at you, his cobalt blue eyes even brighter with the black paint surrounding his eyelids.
"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere, Skywalker," You say, rolling your eyes, a hint of a smile on your face. "Now shut up and stop squirming. I'm almost done, and then we can slick back your hair." He mimics your words silently, and you hold the paintbrush in your non-dominant hand to pinch Anakin's nipple in retaliation. He yelps slightly in pain and glares at you.
"That wasn't very nice." He pouts at you, the teeth you painted on him morphing around his mouth.
"You liked it, shut up." You hush Anakin and return to painting the finer details on his neck. As you work on his neck, you can feel his hands slowly moving up and down your thighs. You take the leftover black paint on the back of your hand and use it to fill in any part of his face that was painted partially black to make it more opaque.
You guys decided to go as Violet and Tate from American Horror Story for Halloween this year. You really wanted to see what Anakin would look like with Tate's skull makeup.
Anakin's eyes were closed, letting you finish painting his face. Once done, you sprayed some setting spray on his face and fanned it dry. You leaned forward to kiss his forehead and moved to get off his lap. He squeezed your thighs tighter before letting go.
"Can I look?" He gestures to the mirror on the back of his door.
"No! I have to do your hair, and you can get the grand reveal." You say with a teasing grin as you get off the bed to grab the bag you brought to Anakin's dorm room. He rolls his eyes but has a smile on his face as he sits up on his bed and stretches, the black shirt he was wearing rising, revealing the band of his Calvin Klein underwear and the trail of hair you love to see as you remove his shirt in the throes of passion you and Anakin have.
You grabbed a towel, black hair wax, gel, and fine-tooth comb from your bag and crawled onto the bed, this time behind Anakin. You place the comb on the bed beside you, wrap the towel around his shoulders, open the jar of black hair wax you bought recently, and put some on your fingertips. You only put the black in the roots to mimic Tate's hair in the show. You massaged it into his scalp and saw Anakin relax at your movemments. After finishing the black hair wax, you wipe your hands on the towel to remove the pigment.
Then, you open the cap to the hair gel and scoop a generous amount into your hand. You warm it up between your hands and rake it through Anakin's dirty blonde hair, which still had bright blonde streaks from the summer you spent together on the beach. His hair was the perfect length for the costume he was wearing. After spreading the gel through his hair, you took the comb and started to slick back his hair. It took a little while for him to begin to resemble Tate. Once you were done, you got up from the bed and stood in front of Anakin.
You left a little piece of hair in the front and twirled it around your finger to make it curly with some of the gel that was left on your hands. You bit your lip as your eyes raked over Anakin. He looked so similar to the reference photos of Tate in his skull makeup. The only difference was that his eyes stood out compared to Tate's brown ones. You smiled at your handy work and clapped your hands together excitedly.
"Ani! You look so good!" You exclaimed.
He smiled at your excitement, "Thank you, angel, but it was all your hard work." He began to lean forward to kiss your forehead, but you swerved and stepped back.
"Nope, no kisses yet, Anakin," You tease him. "I need to get ready, and we need to take pictures together."
"Then I can kiss you?" He says exasperatedly.
"Yes, then you can kiss me." You laugh at his expression, his pout making him look less intimidating in the skull makeup.
You're glad that Violet's look was more straightforward. Trying to match an outfit she wore in the series took some time, but you managed to thrift most of her outfit. You bought a burnt orange cardigan, a short floral sundress, and a black wide-brim hat. You already had some tights and debated between your black Doc Martens and black thigh boots. You ended up choosing the thigh-high boots because you knew Anakin loved them.
Anakin was lying against the wall on his bed, his feet hanging off it and scrolling on his phone. As you took off (his) your shirt, your chest was bare since you didn't like wearing bras when wearing baggy shirts. You bent over to grab the bra you left when you spent the night with Anakin when his roommate was out. You heard the camera shutter sound come from his phone, and your head snapped over to Anakin. A cheeky smile was plastered on his face as he put down his phone and put his hands behind his head.
"Oh, don't stop on my account." He said smugly.
You give him an unamused look and turn around so your bare back is facing him, and he lets out a noise of protest, and a smile breaks out on your face at the noise. You quickly got dressed and put on jewelry and simple makeup. The finishing touch was the hat. You smiled to yourself and turned around to face Anakin. He smiled, got up from the bed, and stood before you.
"You look beautiful, angel." He says softly as his eyes roam your figure.
"And you look so attractive right now, Ani." You say.
He smirks, "You have a thing for a school shooter that is tied to the house he died in as a ghost?"
You tilt your head, contemplating, "When you put it like that. No, I don't, but Evan Peters is hot, so it balances it out." You shrug. He opens his mouth to reply, but you grab his wrist and pull him to the mirror on his door before he can.
"Okay, now you can look at what you look like." He studies himself before turning around and kissing your forehead quickly before you can protest.
"I look great. Thank you for doing it for me." He says gratefully. You grin at his words.
"No problem, pretty boy. Now, time for pictures!" You quickly grab your phone and take pictures of Anakin and vice versa. You guys take individual pictures before taking some together. Once you guys are done, you begin to look through them, picking your favorites.
Before you can delete the images you didn't like, Anakin grabs your phone and tosses it on his bed. He grabs your waist and pulls you against him. You yelp in surprise but wrap your hands around his neck to steady yourself.
"I believe I was promised a kiss after we took photos." He said with an expectant look on his face. You roll your eyes at him but oblige and give him a peck on his lips. But as you begin to pull away, one of his hands leaves your waist and cups your face to deepen the kiss. You make a noise of protest, but as he swipes his tongue at the seam of your lips, you melt into the kiss.
Before the kiss becomes any more heated, you pull away from Anakin.
"Anakin!" You admonish as you check his makeup. It stayed in place, luckily. He leans in again to kiss you, but you put a hand on his chest.
"Anakin, no. You're gonna ruin your makeup, and we have to get going soon."
He rolls his eyes, "Fine, but you owe me at least a makeout session after the party." He relents. You chuckle at his demand and turn your head to kiss his palm that is still on your cheek.
"After the party, we can do more than just a makeout, okay?" You say suggestively.
He smirks, "You just want to fuck me in the skull makeup, don't you."
You smile at him, "Maybe." You unwind your arms from his neck and clap your hands together.
"Let's get going before Padme has our heads for being late." You said with a grimace. The thought of an angry Padme didn't settle well in your mind.
𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏: Modern!Anakin comforts you after not getting matched for internship.
Warnings: None. Kissing? The crushing weight of my own disappointment?
AN: Yesterday I didn't get matched for Internship first round. Since my real boyfriend is 300+ miles away I found comfort in the thought of modern!Anakin telling me everything would be okay! So I guess I write for Anakin now.
As always feedback is always appreciated! Please don't repost my work!
《 m.list || ao3 》
Your email pinged at precisely 8:06am. You sat at your desk anxiety and excitement wreaking your body.
Anakin stood behind your office chair, his chin resting on the top of your head and his arms wrapped around you. He noticed your mouse hovering over the email. “You gonna open it, sweetheart?”
You let out a shaky breath, “yeah… Sorry I’m just nervous.”
He leaned farther over so he could see your face “hey. Look at me. Regardless of what happens everything will be okay.”
“Your right” you take a deep breath and click on the email.
We regret to inform you that you did not match to a position…
“Oh… well I mean I kinda saw it coming… and there’s still second round. I-I just need to be more prepared is all and…”
Anakin rotated your chair around, so you were facing him. He crouched to be eye level with you. “I’m sorry baby girl. I know you really wanted to go there.”
It was taking all your might not to break down. “No, no it’s fine. I’m fine.” You were trying to convince yourself more than him, but regardless, it wasn’t working.
It’s not the end of the world I shouldn’t be upset…
Anakin was following your train of thought. “Hey,” he placed his hands on either side of your cheek. “You know it’s okay to be upset right? Yes, you’ll get back out there, and you’ll live to kick ass another day and it’s okay to be upset.”
His words released a dam inside of you. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around you and lifted you from your chair. You couldn’t help but curl into him, a sob wreaking through you.
“It’s okay, princess,” he cooed carrying you into the bedroom.
He lifted the sheets and gently laid you down before getting in himself. He covered you both in silk sheets before pulling you back into him. You had a death grip on his t-shirt, quietly sobbing into his chest.
His arms were wrapped around you holding you close. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers traced gentle shapes into your skin.
“I’m sorry…” Your voice was barely above a whisper.
He couldn’t help the slight smirk that formed on his lips. You had nothing to be sorry about, but he knew how your little mind worked, how things would get somewhat tangled and misconstrued.
His thumb and pointer finger gently gripped your chin, lifting you to look at him. He placed both hands gently on both your cheeks once more, preventing you from looking away from him. He gave you a small smile and gently whipped your tears from your cheeks with the rough pad of his thumb. “You have no reason to be sorry, beautiful.” He looked deep into your glossy, tear-filled eyes.
Anakin held so much love and respect for you. He saw the strong capable person that you were, even if you didn’t always see it yourself. You had him wrapped around your little finger, the man would bend heaven and earth for you. He wished for nothing more than to take away any semblance of pain you had.
By now the tears had stopped and your breath had evened.
“Feeling better?”
You have a little nod. “Thank you…”
“You don’t have to thank me, doll. I’m always here for you.”
“I love you, Ani…”
He leaned forward placing a gentle kiss to your soft lips.
“I love you too princess. Always have, always will.”
As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜
going with ani to the cafè for pumpkin spice latte only for him to be super nervous since we are so cool and he's some random engineering nerd ☝️🤓
‘Fall In Love With Me’
main masterlist Word count: little over 3k
pairing: modern!Anakin skywalker x fem!reader
a/n: you sending this request in as soon as i mentioned wanting to write fall fics is iconic of you and i love you for it 💋
“come on y/n, this is the only good thing about college! skipping without any repercussions” Honey continued to beg as you walked across campus.
“that’s easy to say when you're skipping a language class you’re already fluent in” you protest as she clings to your arm, pleading like a child.
“you don’t even care about French class, you just wanna ogle your little crush” she retorts before tugging on your arm as she comes to a stop forcing you to stop with her.
“okay that’s only half true, i like French class” you hardly believe your own lie as it tumbles out of your mouth. judging by Honey’s deadpanned expression she doesn’t believe it either.
“you were complaining just yesterday how the Teacher refuses to speak in any other language than French and you had no clue what was going on.” if only you didn’t vent to her about everything maybe then she wouldn’t be able to call you out on your bullshit.
“you’re gonna make me late” you sigh, slumping forward solemnly. she rolls her eyes not buying the act for a second.
“good, if you’re going to be late then it just makes even more sense for you to skip with me.” you let out a groan, gently pulling your arm out of her hold before starting to walk again. “you could at least talk to the guy if you’re gonna keep going just to look at him.”
“he’s too smart for me, i mean he’s an engineering major for gods sake” did he tell you that himself? no, you and Honey just did a little snooping through instagram after you got his full name and found out for yourselves.
“i have a friend who dated an engineering major and she told me they are not as smart as they think they are.” right but he was, he had all A’s it was a known fact around campus. Anakin Skywalker the college’s golden boy.
academic wise anyway, he didn’t socialize with anyone. you had guessed it was because he was much too focused on keeping his grades as good as they were, he had to if he wanted to keep his full ride scholarship… was it considered stalking if you got this information on a public platform?
“yea well Anakin’s different Honey” you can feel the look she’s giving you and you hate it. she jogs up in front of you now, forcing you to look her in the eyes.
“fine don’t skip but you have to talk to him, you’ve got the confidence and social skills to charm a snake y/n stop selling yourself short” you both stare at each other, a silent challenge that you always lose.
“alright!” you huff defeated and she cheers, throwing her arms up in victory before doing a celebratory dance.
“have fun talking to the boy of your dreams” she teases before spinning on her heel to walk in the opposite direction as you.
“have fun skipping spanish” you snort and she shouts back a quick ‘i will’ as you continue walking towards the building.
your professor was the type of teacher to close the door as soon as class began. ’if you want to waste my time by being late, don't bother coming at all’ was the first thing she’d said at the beginning of the semester, it was the only sentence she’d said in english.
which is exactly why you speed walk past her right as she’s starting to head to the door, keeping your head low when you see the annoyed look on her face as you do. internally counting your lucky stars that you somehow managed to make it before she’d closed it.
Anakin was always one of the first people to arrive in class so it was no surprise he was already there when you get to take a proper look at your surroundings. he was sitting in his usual spot; last row, second to last seat from the aisle.
you take a deep breath mustering all the courage you have as you walk down the aisle past your usual spot and straight to one of the empty seats next to him. he stiffens, hands freezing mid type on his laptop before he forces himself to relax and continue like normal.
you spare a glance at his laptop screen, wondering if it was related to the class. maybe you had missed an entrance ticket or something. you’re met with a shit ton of equations that makes you want to do a double take, unable to even process what you’d just seen.
the sound of your professor starting the lesson pulls your attention before you can. not that you could even understand what she said, all of it going in one ear and out the other. still you pretend to listen, wanting to give it a little time before you possibly ruin this man’s whole mood.
you pretty much dissociate, resting your hand on your palm without a thought in your mind. it’s about thirty minutes later when everyone who didn’t already have their laptops open are pulling them out of their bags that you snap out of it, following their lead you take yours out before turning to Anakin.
kind of a perfect way to start a conversation if you think about it. “sorry, but do you know what we’re supposed to be doing?” you tilt your head slightly watching as it takes a second for it to click in his mind that you’re speaking to him.
“we have to go onto canvas and answer the newest discussion post and then we have to comment on two other people’s answers all in French” he says after clearing his throat, his voice a soft rumble that makes your heart flutter.
you smile warmly at him, a whispered “thank you“ rolling off of your tongue before you turn back to your laptop. you’re about to copy and paste the question into google translate when you realize you could use this as another excuse to talk to him. “don’t suppose you’ve got any clue what this is asking us?”
his attention is on you again, eyes flicker over your face with uncertainty before he looks at your screen “comment prépares-tu la journée?” he reads it out loud in an accent that rivals the professors “it’s basically a formal way of asking how you prepare for the day”
you nod thinking of your answer only to remember a second later you’d have to respond in French. you bite your lip fighting back the urge to ask another question, afraid that you may start to annoy him. you tap on the table lightly locked in an internal debate, and right when you’re about to cave and go back to your trusty friend google Anakin speaks up again.
“do you need help forming your answer in French?” you can’t help but laugh as you turn to him, a shy smile growing on your face.
“is it that obvious i’m struggling?” you joke at your own misery and he rubs the back of his neck, nervously chuckling.
”no, no i wouldn’t say that…” he trails off before finishing with “well maybe a little bit” which makes you snort and cover your mouth to make sure you don’t laugh too loudly.
“help would be much appreciated, thank you” he smiles, wiping his palms on his jeans before clearing his throat again.
“it’s no problem i already finished my work anyway, i was working on homework for another class” he says while closing his laptop “i’m Anakin by the way” he extends his hand and you're quick to shake it. his palms are clammy, his grip gentle yet firm.
he was definitely nervous, even more than you were which somehow helped fuel you with more confidence. “y/n, it’s nice to meet you” you greet back, releasing his hand and turning your laptop screen more towards him.
“it’s.. uh nice to meet you too” it’s almost funny how awkward he is, you’d expected the college golden boy to be more.. well suave. it was endearing though, and you wish you’d made the effort to talk to him sooner.
you tell Anakin your normal routine before leaving for the day and he translates it for you, at first you were the one typing it but when he saw you failing to spell out the words correctly he offered to just do that as well.
of course you agreed, sliding your laptop more towards him. he reaches forward immediately retyping what he’d told you, and you get a front row seat to watch his mind work. so casual and effortlessly translating each thing you told him onto the discussion post. you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t attractive.
thanks to Anakin’s help you’re able to get the discussion post done and comment on two other people’s posts in under 10 minutes, leaving you with nothing to do as the professor waits for everyone to finish before continuing the lesson.
“so do you usually finish all your work early and work on homework for other classes?” you ask wanting to spark conversation again before he gets the chance to reopen his laptop.
“yeah, French is kind of my first language- my mom had me speak both French and english growing up” he answers, shifting in his chair nervously. uncomfortable from the attention you were giving him. “so this is sort of.. my easy pass class, i just took it for the credits”
“i wanted this to be my easy class, and then the first day she spoke almost purely in French and i knew i was fucked- it’s a miracle i’m passing” that miracle was your usual seatmate who would always give you the answers.
“not to be rude but uh.. how are you passing?” you can tell he didn’t want to come off too blunt but there wasn’t really another way to put it that wasn’t beating around the bush.
“lots of google translate and help from peers” he laughs at how proudly you say that, and you can’t help but smile enjoying the sound of it.
“right, that makes a lot of sense” you raise your brow at that unable to resist the urge to mess with him.
“a lot of sense is crazy wording” you act offended and he instantly starts to panic, backtracking his statement while attempting to apologize. you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you making him freeze when he realizes you weren’t actually upset.
he doesn’t respond even as you apologize, simply shaking his head with a faint smile. he relaxes in his seat, a look on his face like he wanted to tease back but was still unsure.
once you’ve calmed down and chosen to ignore the looks you were getting from the people around you there’s a brief silence until your professor speaks up, calling everyone’s attention. all of the discussion posts must have been turned in as she now continues the lesson.
it’s not until the end of class that you and Anakin speak again, you turning to him as he packs his stuff away. “hey, we should hang out sometime” you suggest, rather bold for someone who was afraid to talk to him a little over an hour ago.
he whips his head towards you, completely caught off guard. “i- i…” he stutters, his brain trying desperately to catch up with the situation.
you wince worried you misread him, maybe you had actually offended him with your joke or perhaps he had no intentions or desire to talk with you after today.
when he sees you physically pull back he forces an answer out of himself in an almost panic. “no! well i mean yeah- i’d like that..” he squeezes his eyes shut cringing inwardly.
“you’re cute” you giggle, and he reddens. eyes snapping open as he tries to catch his breath, you’re too much for him. like taking a sip of coffee that has way too much sugar and cream in it.
“cute?” he repeats practically breathless, he swallows hard. looking down to his bag for a distraction, busying himself with zipping it closed.
“there’s a cafe i like to go to with my friend that we could go to together?” you offer while pulling your phone out of your pocket. readying it for him to put his number in as you sling your bag over your shoulder.
he hesitates for a moment before taking your phone; typing in his name and number, eyes flicking up to you every once in a while like he expected you to change your mind and tell him to stop.
“i’d love too” he finally responds, handing your phone back with his number officially saved into your contacts. you have to hold in a giddy squeal, doing your best to play it cool.
“great it’s a date!” you cheer singsongy, putting your phone back in your pocket. Anakin looks like he may pass out, every time he thinks you can’t surprise him more you do. “i’ll text you the details later tonight”
his mouth opens and closes, every possible response dying on his tongue. you give him the time he needs, brows knitted together in understanding.
he fakes a cough, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “okay, i look forward to it” he says voice cracking slightly which he tries to play off with another fake cough, turning away from you and heading out of the classroom in a hurry.
as soon as he’s out of sight you let out the squeal you’d been holding in, jumping up and down before excitedly running out of the classroom to go find and tell Honey about what happened.
you wait just outside of campus. rocking on your feet as the cold autumn breeze rushes past you making your nose cold, honestly you were far too happy to care.
i’d been two days since your interaction with Anakin and today was the day you’d both agreed to meet up after classes finished. the wait was agonizing but worth it, especially when you see Anakin heading towards you.
he had on a flannel overtop a gray shirt, hair tussled from the wind. palms sweaty which he tried to keep under control, alternating between wiping them on his jeans and trying to fix his hair.
he hasn’t noticed you yet, mumbling something to himself as he walked. you contemplate whether or not to say something, afraid you may startle him if you do but thankfully he finally looks up from the pavement eyes locking with yours. he stiffens mouth snapping shut before standing tall as he tries to look relaxed.
“y/n hey..” it was awkward for sure and you had to bite back a giggle not wanting to make him second guess himself.
“hey, you ready to go? it’s not too far a walk from here” you point behind you in the opposite direction from which he came. he nods, robotically coming to your side as you begin walking.
there’s a awkward silence between you both, Anakin wanting to talk to you but unsure where to start. “sooo…you like coffee?”
you laugh, unable to hold it back this time with how strained his question came out. “i do, it’s a college student's saving grace don’t you think” you half joke, after all there have been many times coffee has actually saved you from passing out and turning in a late assignment.
he smiles, relaxing with your easy going nature. “oh yeah, coffee the holy grail for all college students” he jokes back for the first time and you beam. “you said you go to this cafe with your friend?”
“yep, me and Honey go all the time. they’ve got the best coffee and baked goods. it’s also the perfect environment to do homework or study” you both round the corner of the sidewalk, walking a little ways down to the crosswalk.
“oh that reminds me i’ve been meaning to ask, what’s your major?” well if he was asking that then he had yet to see your instagram account since it was in your bio. good because you’re pretty sure there’s a photo of you from middle school still up on your page.
“i’m an art history major” his brows raise slightly at that, making you tilt your head curiously. “what’d you think i majored in?” he shrugs unsure what to say.
“i don’t know… maybe psychology” this time your brows raise and he laughs. “you seem like the type” your nose wrinkles unsure how to take that but you ultimately decide to brush it off when it was clear he didn’t mean it in a bad way. “why art history?”
“i wanna become an art teacher, i need a bachelors degree for that to happen and art history seemed like the most interesting.” you both slow to a stop as you arrive at the cafe; Anakin steps in front of you, opening the door and holding it for you.
”thanks” you smile, walking in and heading to the usual table in front of the big storefront window that you and Honey sit at, placing your backpack onto the back of the chair. Anakin follows your lead doing the same with his bag before you both get into line.
thankfully it was short, most students preferred the other cafe directly across the street from campus. “ooo they finally have the fall flavors on the menu” you chirp excitedly upon seeing the newly chalked on pumpkin spice latte on the menu.
“are they any good?” your jaw drops dramatically, turning your head slowly towards him in full theatrics.
“you’ve never had a pumpkin spice latte before!?” he smiles, laughing awkwardly while shaking his head no. “oh we’re gonna fix that right now” you don’t even let him respond before stepping in front of him once the person in front of you leaves the line, ordering two pumpkin spice lattes and apple cider donuts for the both of you.
you don’t let him pay either, brushing him off with a “if i’m the one indoctrinating you into fall culture then it’s only right i pay” he only relents when you add “you can pay next time” a content smile on his face at the prospect there was even going to be a next time.
the cashier hands you a bag with the Donuts as well as two disposable cups with your lattes which you take to the table you saved. animatedly sliding the cup over to him as you pull out the donuts placing them on napkins in front of you both. “come on try it, i bet you’re gonna love it”
“a lot of confidence for someone who doesn’t even know if i like sweets” your face falls not having even thought about that, he laughs instantly making you flush when you realize he was messing with you.
still you smile back, it was about time he got you back. really you were just happy he was even comfortable enough to do it. “alright enough teasing, chop chop Frenchie”
“what am i a dog” he snorts, brows creasing together when he laughs this time. it was hardy and from his chest and gods did it make you warm to have been able to pull that out of him. “okay, okay i’m doing it” he says after you nudge him under the table with your foot.
you wait with anticipation as he brings the cup to his mouth, taking a sip of the warm nutty pumpkin flavored drink. you lean in as he takes his time, one hundred percent keeping a straight face on purpose. “..well?”
he pulls the cup away making a show of smacking his lips together to ‘savor’ the flavor. “Anakin!” you groan and he chuckles, holding his hands up in defense before grabbing the cup again.
“you’re right, it’s delicious” you cheer at the success, and he just watches with a smile. taking another sip of his drink before taking a big bite out of the donut you'd given him. his eyes widening as he tries it. “oh this is a dangerous combination”
“addicting isn’t it?” he nods enthusiastically, practically wolfing down the donut in a few seconds and almost completely chugging the latte. “oh my gosh” you laugh, before taking a sip of your own. “it’s not going anywhere”
“not technically true, you said it yourself these are seasonal items” he says and then chugs the rest of his drink. you may have actually just sent this man on a path of addiction.
“well we’ll just have to make it a tradition to come here every fall then. just for the coffee and donuts” he smiles brightly, more than satisfied with your words.
“is the rest of their menu this good year round?” you nod and he leans back in his chair, fiddling with the napkin his donut had been on. he licks the bottom of his lip in thought, bitting the inside of his cheek to hide his nerves before he finally speaks. “well maybe we should make it a year round tradition”
you lean on your palm, absolutely crushing harder on him with each passing second. “year round dates? kind of sounds like you're asking me out” he practically falls out of his chair, choking on whatever sugar the apple cider donuts had left at the back of his throat.
“i-i…i mean..” he stammers and you start to worry you may accidentally be the death of him. “i’d like that a lot.. you know only if you’re into it too-“ he cuts himself off mumbling a ‘she brought it up of course she is’ to himself which makes you giggle.
“why don’t you ask me?” you wait for his answer, not even trying to give him a break. he’s still barely recovered from your initial tease, cheeks a bright red that he’s trying desperately to push down.
it takes him a moment, before he finally works up the courage to speak again. “would you wanna go out with me?” he’s quiet and you briefly contemplate dragging it out more, just to watch him squirm but the poor boy looked tormented enough so you finally grant him reprieve.
“i’d love to” he smiles, relaxing before laughing at himself and you join in. the two of you lost in a fit of giggles, that’s how it is the rest of the date. the two of you getting to know each other better and tossing jokes around.
the more comfortable Anakin becomes, the less awkward and shy he seems to act. no longer as nervous as he was when you first spoke to him.
the cold weather outside is the perfect contrast to the warm cozy bubble around you both that the cafe helped provide. the beginning of many moments to come.
a/n: hope this okay!! im so used to writing Anakin as the more confident and collected one so this is a little different for me but it was so fun to write 😋😋
also how do we feel about Honey becoming a reoccurring character in my fics and oneshots? would you guys prefer me putting ‘y/f/n’ instead?
anyway hope you all enjoyed reading 🫶🏼🫶🏼 have a great day huns!! Xx<3
pairing: Modern!Anakin x tomboy artist!reader (i wanna say gn, cuz i don’t think i said anything explicitly gender specific?)
a/n: hey lovey! thanks for the request i’m sorry if this is shorter than you’d hoped for but i hope you like it, im not sure if i made it obvious reader was a tomboy? it kinda didn’t really come up. not proofread
It was hot out; The kind of heat that made it hard to breathe and left you sticky with sweat. Your clothes suctioned to your skin like cling wrap, it was unbearable and honestly overstimulating.
Your hands itched to grab your phone out of your pocket and text Anakin to come pick you up like he’d originally offered but letting him know he was right was not an option, it’d go to his head and he’d rub it in your face for the next week anytime you were trying to win an argument with him. Although the second you make it to his place he’d know so why make yourself suffer?
You stick your hand into the pocket of your shorts to grab your phone but stop yourself with a sigh. Too stubborn for your own good was something you had heard your entire life from friends and family members. You groaned, slumping forward, they were all right of course and as you began to trudge along again in the direction of the Skywalker home instead of texting Anakin you knew you were proving them right.
It took you probably about ten minutes longer than usual to get to his place, the heat slowing you down despite how fast you wanted to escape it. you forced yourself to jog up the front pathway letting yourself in without bothering to text Ani to let him know you were there. you were considered part of the family at this point, and if Shmi was home she would have been thrilled to see you.
As soon as the front door opens you're hit with a blast of cold air that leaves welcome goosebumps on your skin, stepping in quickly you close the door before heading up the stairs to Ani’s room just happy to feel like you can breathe again.
When you get to his room Anakin is sat at his desk typing on his computer, something for one of his many classes. Finals were coming up and pretty much every college student was doing their best to go over all the coursework for the year, which included Anakin who chose Engineering as his major. You were an Art Major and had already finished and submitted your animation project, all you had left was the presentation in class next week.
You all but collapse onto Anakin's bed, falling face first onto his mattress. The comforter was cold and your body melted into the feeling as you let out an involuntary sigh of relief. The creak of Anakin’s computer chair turning in your direction makes your hand twitch, wanting to turn to look at him but resisting.
“I told you it was hot out” he practically laughs with a smug lit to his voice. You roll your eyes but still refuse to look at his face so it's not like he could see it. “No smartass remark?” he adds when you don't respond, you could flip him off but that required effort and heat exhaustion pulled on every muscle making you feel like a pile of bricks was on top of you.
“Don't tell me you made it here just to die on my bed?” he teased and was met with silence again, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of his AC. Anakin huffs and you hear him stand up and walk out of his room, his footsteps fading down the stairs.
You finally move just to take your backpack off and shove it to the ground, the layer of sweat and heat that had formed there immediately cooling.
When Anakin returns you're still face first on the mattress, the only sign of life being that your bag had been removed. He doesn't say anything but then you feel it, ice cold condensation on your neck, you flinch but relax again just as quick, “that feels so good holy shit” you croak and Anakin snorts.
“I'm not going to keep holding this for you” he drawled, forcing you to actually move in order to take the water bottle from him. When you finally saw his face he had the biggest ‘i told you so’ look making you deadpan as you snatched the bottle from his hand, placing it back against your neck. “How about ‘thank you Anakin, you're the best’ after all i just resurrected you” he said with a cross of his arms.
“i was never dead, ergo doesn't count” you counter, removing the bottle and opening it before chugging it.
“I think it's at least fair to say you were on the brink of death, give me some credit here” he half joked while sitting back in his computer chair.
“Oh well in that case-” placing the back of your hand on your forehead full damsel in distress mode you gush “thank you Anakin! You’re the best i’d be dead without you, i’m forever indebted to you and should the occasion arrive id lay my life down for you” deadpanning you let your hand fall from your head.
“That's more like it” he says ignoring the obvious “you should talk to me like that all the time” he decided.
You cringe at the suggestion. “what like some helpless princess who's obsessed with you?”.
he shrugs, a devious smirk forming on his face. “i mean you already are one of those things” your brows furrow. “Obsessed with me” he adds.
You laugh, loud and deliberate before it fizzles into genuine laughter “in your dreams maybe”.
He briefly frowns before raising a knowing brow “oh yea? Then how come you're always drawing me” he pushed and you choked mid laugh, cheeks heating.
“I don-” he stops you before you can even finish the statement “yeah you do, don't even try to deny it y/n. I see you stare at me while your drawing in that sketchbook of yours all the time”. You stutter trying to find a way to back yourself out of this, how long had he known?
You were sure he never saw you, although now that you think about it Anakin was always good at ignoring even the most obvious things if he didnt feel the need to acknowledge it directly.
“I am not obsessed! You’re just.. Fun to draw.” now that wasn’t a lie. In truth he was fun to draw, now him being fun to draw because you found the way his nose sloped so smoothly and the soft curve of his lips that you swore only the airbrush tool on your ipad could capture right compared to when you drew him traditionally was another story. One that you didn't feel necessary to share.
“I’m fun to draw? That's the best you could come up with y/n, really?” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes.
“it's the truth, hate to break it to you Ani but not every girl in your life is in love with you”. His upper lip twitches and he leans back in his chair smiling to himself.
“who said anything about love?” damn you were digging a deeper hole with every sentence weren't you.
“You know what i meant” you say trying to brush him off and he quirks his head to the side.
“Do i?’ you huff fighting the urge to punch him in his stupid pretty face, though he could probably pull off a black eye if you were being honest with yourself.
“You're delusional Skywalker” you grumble and he laughs, throwing his head back in pure delight. giving him that black eye was beginning to look more and more appealing. “Don't you have Finals to study for? You said you wanted me here for emotional support but the front door is calling my name” this time Anakin rolled his eyes.
“As if you’d willingly go back out in the heat after you just cooled down” he retorts.
“don't push your luck” you threaten not to convincingly, but he finally drops the subject with a roll of his shoulders before turning back to his computer to continue on with what he was doing previously.
You find yourself staring at the back of his head for a while contemplating just what he might have done had you agreed even just a little bit, sharing your feelings was never something that came easy compared to Aankin who wasn't afraid to show you an array of his emotions.
It wasn't like you were afraid to, it just wasn't your style. You look down at the almost empty water bottle in your hand, the last sip of water in it now lukewarm. Capping the bottle before you stand up to stretch out your legs and try to unstick your shirt and shorts to your body.
Once your done you grab your bag to pull your sketchbook out and a pencil, initially you had every intention to sketch Anakin while he did his work but after that convo it felt weird to do, like you’d be silently confessing to exactly what you'd been so adamantly denying.
So instead you pick a random object in his room and decide to sketch that instead, laying back down on your stomach and getting comfortable.
The room is silent, it kind of irks you, Anakin's typing and your pencil scratching on the paper echoed in your head for some reason, each click and scratch like a loud thump.
“I don't mind it you know” Anakin's voice breaks through whatever internal spiral you were bordering; he was still typing as he said it.
“What?” you ask confused as you turn your head towards him.
“You drawing me, I don't mind it” you blink unsure what to say “I don't know it makes me feel special” he adds on when you don't respond.
“Special?” you question and he finally stops typing.
“yeah i mean, it's not like you draw other people often- usually it's just characters you like or make up. Unless you're holding out on me” he jokes not wanting the convo to seem too serious.
You grant him a laugh wanting to keep it light too “no you're right”.
He turns his head in your direction “can i get that in writing. I don't even know off the top of my head the last time you said I was right about something”.
“ha ha” you say sarcastically and he smirks before turning back to his computer and typing again.
any previous tension gone; the pounding from each key he hit and the scratch of your pencil no longer thumped in your head.
You relax, smiling softly to yourself as you morph from sketching one of his sports trophies to his face in the corner of the same page. It came easy to you, practically second nature at this point.
Maybe telling Anakin the truth about how you felt about him would come just as easy someday; but for now hanging out in his room, hiding away from the brutal sun outside and just enjoying being in each other's company was enough for you.
a/n: welp it has been a long time since i wrote a fic 😀 so im very very rusty 😭 i really do hope this is good all things consider and meets your expectations 🙏
here’s hoping i actually keep writing i do have quite a few drafts from last summer i could write about but like i said in another post the Anakin brain rot isn’t as strong as it used to be for me so his character isn’t at the forefront of my mind.
anyway love you all so much, hope you enjoyed reading 💜 have a good day huns!! Xx<3
