#the neighbours AU

[2dayihaveaheadache]

A tiny new scene for this Obikin Neighbors AU to finally explain the title

"You know," Anakin began tentatively, breaking the silence that hung between them like a heavy curtain, fidgeting with his fingers, ”the whole street is asking what's between us. They talk, they stare-" He stopped, flicking his tongue over his lips. “You know, they just judge.” 

Obi-Wan's brow furrowed, a flicker of concern crossing his features before he hid it away. "I know," he admitted, his voice laced with frustration. "They talk way too much."

Anakin nodded in agreement, shifting uncomfortably in the car seat. "Yeah, but with us, it's different."

Obi-Wan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But they know nothing," he insisted, his tone weary, feeling suddenly breathless.  "They've never seen anything. We've been careful."

Anakin chewed on his bottom lip, "Yeah, but sometimes I wonder if we're being careful enough," he confessed quietly. "The rumors, the whispers... they're getting harder to ignore."Obi-Wan's expression softened. "But between suspecting and knowing is a thin line," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's the line we walk."

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

no capes au dick and jason referring to tim as gala kid, before he’s adopted because he was the only other kid at the galas and they forgot his name.

jason post coma: what the heck bruce you adopted gala kid??

dick: his name is tim

jason: oh fr?

bruce: jason please be more sensitive his parents died

jason: omg welcome to the club

dick laughing: that’s what i told him!

[ky-landfill]

[miryum]

☆ miryum's dc universe☆

Neighbour!Jason Todd who wasn’t home when you first moved in. If he was, he would’ve offered to help with the heavy furniture. Alfred raised a gentleman, of course. But no, he was off in a safe house, nursing a wound from last night's patrol. A bullet had grazed his side and it was leaving a nasty ache

Neighbour!Jason Todd who then didn’t mean to wake you when he crashed into his apartment that night, via window. How could he know that someone had just moved into the apartment next door and was startling at every bump in the night?

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was very surprised when he, still in his Red Hood gear, heard someone knock on the door soon after. A very sweet voice called out, “hello? I just want to check that you’re okay? I know it’s not my place and you might be a serial killer, but just wanted to make sure you’re not having a heart attack.”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who threw off his helmet and voice modulator before clearing his throat and calling out, “nope! No, I’m fine. Uh… thank you?” 

Neighbour!Jason Todd who breathed a sigh of relief when the voice responded, “oh, okay. I- I’m sorry. Good night.”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who stood up, even though his bullet wound cried out against it. He wasn’t sure why he stood, for he could already hear your footsteps departing. His face twisted into one of confusion, both at his reaction, and the fact that someone had come to check up on him. The majority of his neighbours didn’t care

Neighbour!Jason Todd who next met you when he was going to get the mail. He saw you outside the lobby door, crouching down. His curiosity got the better of him and he stepped outside during dusk in Gotham, something no citizen should ever do

Neighbour!Jason Todd who found out that you were feeding the street cats. You were fucking feeding the street cats. There were at least six cats surrounding you, weaving in between your legs as you set down a bowl of milk and some cat food. He cleared his throat and you looked up at him, already smiling. How could someone in Gotham smile? At him? His long sleeves, while hiding his physical scars, surely couldn’t cover the anxiety and trauma embedded deep within him. “What… what are you doing?” he asked softly

Neighbour!Jason Todd who simply stared at you as you responded, “I’m feeding the cats.” After a pause, you added, “they were meowing at me when I came home from work so I picked up some cat food from the store and brought it back to them. Aren’t they just adorable?” You reached out to pet one who gladly turned on its belly for you

Neighbour!Jason Todd who asked, “you know, they do that to everyone? They’re smart enough to know a new face that’ll feed them.” And then he mentally kicked himself because now this girl thought he was pessimistic and didn’t feed the cats. Then you shrugged and everything seemed better. “Yeah, I know, but they look so hungry…” The way your lips tilted to the side made Jason want to stare at them forever

Neighbour!Jason Todd who almost offered to adopt the cats because that meant that you would come over to his apartment to see them

Neighbour!Jason Todd who then rubbed the back of his neck and announced, “my name is Jason.”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who melted when you laughed lightly and introduced yourself. He knew he had found the one

Neighbour!Jason Todd who then became much more aware of your presence in the apartment building. It wasn’t hard to piece together your routine (which you should think of changing regularly because it would be too easy for a criminal to figure it out) and if that meant Jason went to go on runs every now and then that coincided with your grocery trips, then it was a coincidence. He would grab his mail the same time you did. He would take more care to not make as much noise when he returned after vigilante nights, as to not wake you. It was the little things, he reasoned, that would make you notice him

Neighbour!Jason Todd who didn’t know what to do when the power went out. Of course, he had his survival kit ready and stocked with a flashlight, provisions, a blanket, a portable charger, and numerous weapons. He was ready to wait it out, but he didn’t know what to do when it came to you. Should he go over and check on you? Or would that seem like he thought you couldn’t handle yourself? 

Neighbour!Jason Todd who didn’t have to worry for long because a soft, rapid knock came at the door. He wasn’t surprised when you were there, small flashlight in hand. “Does this happen often?” is the first thing you asked. Jason huffed a laugh and replied with his own question, “is this your first time in Gotham?”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who invited you into his apartment. He wasn’t sure whether or not to count this as a first date, but you were soon bundled in his blankets and asking questions about his personal life, so that was like a date, right? He hadn’t been on many and didn’t intend to now that he met you

Neighbour!Jason Todd who did not know what to do when you fell asleep on his couch. Holy shit. Fuck. What should he do? He didn’t want you to think he assaulted you while you were sleeping, so for a couple minutes he sat in his kitchen, watching you wearily and putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. But then he didn’t like the distance between you, so it was a real conundrum

Neighbour!Jason Todd who instead sat awkwardly on his ottoman, watching TV with the volume muted and subtitles on

Neighbour!Jason Todd who didn’t even leave for patrol when the other members of the Batfam asked for help. The blackout was causing Gotham to run wild, but Jason was content with locking the doors and making sure you were comfy

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was still sitting on that ottoman when you woke up in the morning. He carefully evaded your questions on whether he slept and instead decided to make you breakfast. When you complimented his breakfast over and over, joking how you would have to come over more often if it meant his cooking, Jason agreed maybe a bit too quickly

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was the neighbour you then called on if you had a package arriving during work hours and needed someone to sign it. He was the neighbour you didn’t mind seeing in the halls because a chat with him wasn’t seen as uncomfortable. He was the neighbour you asked to help repair the sink (you got a very lovely image of his shirt riding up as he laid underneath your sink and maybe it was because you were ovulating but oh god did you want to jump his bones). He was the neighbour who, when he found out you liked similar movies, stumbled over his words to invite you to watch them with him

Neighbour!Jason Todd who actually didn’t love the genre of movies you did, but would like them if it meant seeing you

Neighbour!Jason Todd who wasn’t sure what your relationship status was with him and it ate away at him almost every moment of the day. You were always in the back of his mind, always making his heart warm 

Neighbour!Jason Todd who tried to coax you back to your apartment after you returned home one night, stumbling and intoxicated. But you didn’t want to. You were firmly standing in his doorway and kept blabbering about meaningless things. When he finally convinced you to rest on his couch, you declared, stumbling over your words, “see? This is why I like you Jason. You- you’re a- a very- You’re a very good person.” You then reached up and patted his cheek. “Love you, bye-bye.” And you promptly fell asleep

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was then in a state of shock of the next three hours

Neighbour!Jason Todd who ended up calling Alfred at four in the morning, prompting the older man to think the ex-Robin was kidnapped and needed help. As it turned out, Jason needed help, but with a girl; not a crime lord. Alfred sent Jason off with a few words of wisdom and luck, the most notable being, “Master Jason, if the girl does not return your feelings, then you can simply move out of your apartment and back into the Manor.” Jason thought that was a worse fate than you rejecting him

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was very patient the next morning, giving you painkillers and a large glass of water. When you remembered the previous night, mortified, he tried to calm you down, eyes worried that you would leave him. He wasn’t sure what he would do if you left his life

Neighbour!Jason Todd who, in a mess of panic and embarrassment, managed to blurt out, “no, wait! I- I want you to stay. Please. I know you didn’t mean your words last night, but I really like having you in my life. Can’t we… be friends?” It broke his heart to suggest it, but he’d be willing to keep that platonic bond if it didn’t drive you away

Neighbour!Jason Todd who waited, heart in his throat, when the seconds ticked by and you didn’t answer. “But I did mean them,” you finally whispered out. “I like you, Jason. And I wanna do something about that.”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who stammered and spluttered, “well, then, let’s do something.”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who took you out on dates every week and didn’t know what to do when you found the Red Hood gear in his closet when you were searching for a hoodie to steal

Neighbour!Jason Todd who wasn’t expecting you to laugh, of all things. “I guessed,” is all you said. And that’s when Jason kissed you for the first time

Neighbour!Jason Todd who became a staple in your life, not only because you two lived in the same building, but because of how amazing he was. There were no other words to describe it. It was like the man knew your needs before you did and fulfilled them just because he wanted to. He was the epitome of “princess treatment”

Neighbour!Jason Todd who was scared for you to sleep over for the first time because of his nightmares but found out that when your head was on his bicep (cutting off circulation to his fingers), and your body was tucked into his, hair messy and lips slightly parted, that he didn’t have nightmares. It was like you scared them all away, just by being there

Neighbour!Jason Todd who wanted you to sleep over much more frequently

Neighbour!Jason Todd who made it a habit to buy cat food at the grocery store because you still insisted on feeding those damn cats after months of living in Gotham. Nevermind that the cats had found which apartment you lived in and climbed up to the window via the fire escape. Nevermind that the cats realised that when you weren’t in your apartment, you were most likely in Jasons. And nevermind that he now had cats outside his window almost 24/7 that he begrudgingly fed because who was he if not subject to you or Damian’s rants about feeding the fucking cats

Neighbour!Jason Todd who just liked to touch you. He liked to be reminded that he was much bigger than you and his body could swallow yours up whilst cuddling on the couch. He liked to put his arm around your shoulder and trace patterns on your skin. He liked to hug you tightly from behind because it reminded him that you were there and you were his. He liked to do this in public too – not huge amounts of PDA, but a hand on the waist or slipped in your back pocket. A hand on the small of your back when crossing streets. Reaching out behind him to grab your hand while walking through large crowds

Neighbour!Jason Todd who, a year later, signed the lease to your apartment, so that now you were neighbours who shared a bed and a bathroom and a home

[stonelions]

smooching...

[captain-mozzarella]

AU where a few years after Obi-Wan gives Luke to the Lars', Quinlan finds him and says "join the hidden path Obi, please see" and Obi-Wan tells him "bro I can't leave, Luke is here, but I'll still help however I can" so Quinlan leaves and comes back a few weeks later with a force sensitive baby. And Obi-Wan just stands there holding the baby thinking 'what the fuck do I do with this thing????' and he does what any rational person would do and gives it to the Lars' cuz that way Luke can have some siblings. This happens a few more times.

And that's the story of how Luke thinks babies come from Obi-Wan

I'm calling this the Storki-Wan au

[frogchiro]

not sure if anyone has said this yet but ....

neighbor ghost?

definitely strikes me as a babytrapper. dude is not going to wear a condom or pull out. hes getting himself a little wifey one way or another.

Cw: babytrapping

Definitely!! He's a sleaze through and through, not to mention one that is obsessed with you and would do about anything to have you for himself, that includes tying you to him in the most basic, primal way-a baby!

An offspring that both of you created and you surely wouldn't deprive your baby of a loving father right? So what if you're young? He's not the youngest himself and he was afraid of his fertility lowering and not being able to give you a baby but oh would you look at that!

Absolutely refuses to wear a condom because 'they hurt, they are too small for him, they don't feel as good as going raw' and when he's finally inside you he refuses to even entertain the thought of pulling out because...why would he? That's the whole point and besides you feel too good to pull out and waste his precious potent sperm anywhere else but deep inside your cunt <3

[crudaka]

That's not my neighbor but the neighbors are actually doppelganger traps created by the DDD MORE PAGES:

[rosestarlightkatarina]

Someone must do this

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[2dayihaveaheadache]

The thin line we walk

Obikin WIP Wednesday (looks guilty at my clock, kinda is still Wednesday, hopefully, somewhere on the world... i guess)

Prompt: Obi-Wan is a struggling single dad of two. Anakin offers to help – in more than one way. Perfect American subrurbs vibes, Obi-Wan is challenged by his recent parting and now has to care for his kids all by himself. In an attempt to cling to his old life, he hides the breakup, pretending to life the best Home Sweet Home Life - for the noisy neighbors and the kids. One day he breaks down, Anakin is there to offer a hand or two.

dw: age gap, maybe sickfic-ish, nurse Anakin would be funny, Anakin just making Obi-Wan feel loved again, some crying during *the steamy scenes* (hopefully in a good way:)

I was asked, so i delivered a tiny (2k) WIP for this prompt. Tw for some dark thoughts on Obi-Wan's side but don't worry, Anakin is gonna give him a good warm hug (soon, i hope)

“The line we walk is a thin one..”

(scene to introduce the atmosphere)

Leaning against his groaning car, a vintage Ford Mustang 1967 from the local garage with a twice fixed chrome bumper, the engine still idling, Obi-Wan fidgeted with the strap of his cross-shoulder bag as he stared at front door in the setting sun. A slight drizzle had started, so he checked his appearance in the side-view mirror, make sure the rain hadn’t ruined his attire – reassure that he was still looking all proper coming home from work. Looking presentable for the neighbors, not sketchy, nothing to bat an eye twice. He brushed back a few copper strands that the wind had blown into his vision, readjusted the collar of his plaid shirt and then sighed, exhaustion making him wary.

He squinted, eyeing his reflection in the wing mirror of his car with suspicion, lowering his head to see clearer. A man in his end-thirties stared back at him, the hair was a mop of strawberry blond curls, the ends slightly brighter than the roots, bleached by the sun from having spent last year’s summer at the coast, now they were clinging damp to his forehead. The first hints of balding spots were visible above his temples. A receding hairline at his age, he furrowed his brows and the only thing that happened was that his wrinkles deepened. Great, he sighed another time and a sour grin played on his lips, nose crunched.

The intensity of the rain increased and transformed the gentle May drizzle into a torrential spring downpour, typical for this time of the year and region, Virginia. Fucking unpredictable Spring in Philly. If he had known that 18 years ago, he might have not moved up here, perhaps he would have chosen a different path. He had arrived with a suitcase bursting with dreams and expectations in his hands, yet they proved to be as flimsy and fleeting like a passing breeze, slipping through his grasp. He had been a fucking foolish young boy, he thought and the sour grin deepens.

The thick droplets descended from the sky, cascading, creating a weird melody of pitter-patter. They collided with the ground, echoing with a resonate thud, or got deflected, splashing against parked cars and the raised edges of the sidewalk. Even Obi-Wan’s pant legs became victim to the relentless deluge, the jeans soaking with frosty water.

He instinctively tucked his head down and pulled the wool jacket tighter, hoping it would provide some sort of comfort from the biting-cold rain. But despite his efforts, the relentless downpour found its way through his clothing, seeping through, sending a chilling sensation across his now wet skin. A shiver ran down his spine, and he couldn’t help but damn his choice of attire, an unspoken curse on his tongue.

He held it back, pinching his lips, embarrassed, eyes on the ground. Remembering where he was.

212th Street, Shellwood Port, one of the white picket fence neighborhoods, nestled within suburbs of Philadelphia. Tree-lined alleys with brick row houses or elegant two-story homes from the 1910s, all owned, nothing rental. Immaculately mown grass lanes across the backyards. In the front, carefully tended rose bushes and forest green painted doors, the pride of its residence, the names in graved in gleaming brass plates. Smith. Miller. Jones. Kenobi. An extra key hidden underneath a bloom pot on the front stair in a false sense of security. Home sweet Home, in its most picture book perfect form.

But admits this pristine perfection, achieved by pretending and idolization, there was no place for carelessly muttered curses when everything was sweet, shiny, and perfect. It was a perfectly curated world, handpicked like the choicest cherry a dessert, only the best of the best, and monitored by prying eyes behind pulled back ruffled lace curtains. A heavy sigh escaped his lips for the third time today. He felt miserable, drenched in the rain.

His eyes once again landed on the reflection in the side-view mirror, so he leaned forward to get a better view of himself. The round rimmed-glasses had slipped down of his nose a bit. He readjusted them with a hesitant smile, pushing them all up. The rain had shown him no mercy, completely soaking through his cardigan, causing his plaid shirt to cling uncomfortably to his neck, as if longing for respite from the relentless rain. The damp locks hung heavy into his face. A deep crease had formed on his forehead, a furrowed brow revealing the weight of his worries.

He was just a figure of misery in this downpour.

The weather forecast has promised a mild day – a gentle breeze and the possibilty of sunshine, he thinks bitterly. Obi-Wan, like a clockwork, tuned in the weather forecast every morning. It was like a ritual, like a morning sermon, his hands occupied by one of the many pans on the cooker, the unmistakeable aroma of cheap fraying pork oil, sizzling eggs and coffee lingering in the kitchen, then he would swiftly grab a linen towel, wiping his greasy fingers clean and adjust the radio antenna on the old model, from the 60s, to hear WTOP announce the weather for today.

It was akin to the way other people craved their first cup of coffee, a moment that set the tone for day ahead. Just like the aroma of freshly brewn beans water invirogates other, the weather program awakened Obi-Wan’s sense, preparing him for the coming day. With a cup of his favorite tea blend waiting on the counter, he sported an old-fashioned, grandma-like quilt apron thrown over his sweater, his glasses slightly fogged from the warmth of the kitchen. As he tuned in on the radio weather program, Obi-Wan’s morning came to life.

It wasn’t just about planning his acitivities, it was about, well, everything – the weather forecast held the key how to orchestrate his day as a dad. How to dress the kids. Were their raincoats still neatly hung on the coat rack in the hallway? Where were Ahsoka’s gumboots, or had they wandered off to some forgotten corner? Would they still fit her tween feet, which had grown to sizes last summer? And then there was little Cal – it was a real challenge convincing him to take a bath after he had frolicked through the mud of the kindergarten grounds.

So, how could have something important like rain slipped his mind?

As the raindrops fell from heavens and soaked him to the bone, he couldn’t help himself but feel a well-known ache in his chest, a deep-seated pain in his chest that echoed with the weight of self-loathing. An all-too familiar sensation, like a scar itching. A constant reminder no matter how hard he tried; he would never measure up – even if it were only such tiny things as packing for his kids the raincoats.

Obi-Wan had learned to fight tooth and nail for acceptance in life. The old wounds of rejection ran deep, foster system, his step dad, his wife. And now, in Shellwood Port, it had always felt like there was an invisible wall that separated him from the world of privilege, prosperity, bbq parties and rose bushes. A glass dome keeping him out. As he stood amidst the white picket fences and brick row houses, the stark contrast between his sentiments and the others loomed over him like a dark cloud.

So, he had strived and sought validation, he had fucking fought for it – for himself when he was young and spirited, a fire burning in his eyes and now, that it was too late for him, at least for his kids. That they would have a better life than he had. But then there was this raw sting, piercing the flesh on his ribcage. It was a harsh grip, squeezing tightly and refusing to let go. No matter how hard he pushed himself, there was always a lingering sense of failing. “You’ll never be good enough.” He wasn’t sure who whispered the words, he, the wind or the rain. “You’ll never be a good enough dad… because you never had one.”

Fuck his freshly ironed shirt from this morning he wore to fit in, fuck the unpredictable weather of Philadelphia that had played him like a fool, fuck Shellwood Port and its unfulfillable expectations. He had kids, he was a dad, he needed to get home.

“Kenobi, everything alright with your car?”

Obi-Wan straightened his back and lifted his head, turning into the direction of the familiar voice. A couple of feet away, on the other side of the road, he could see Mace, the neighbor from number 187th, living in the same brick row house, peeking over his white fence.

He swallowed before answering, voice strained, but he tried his best to overplay it, “Yeah, sure.”

Mace’s expression was unreadable, lips pressed together into a tight smile and an overly curios gleam in his eyes. “I was working in the kitchen...” Mace gestured to the rose bushes in front yard, blooming on the edge on the neatly mown grass lane, the grass blades were cut off at exactly 15 millimeters as if Mace would measure them with a ruler every morning. “… when I saw you on the street. You have been staring quite long at your car.”

Obi-Wan didn’t have a reply, yet, so he nodded faintly, unsure what Mace planned to imply, flexing the strap of his bag in his hand, a notorious nervous habit, a shaky laugh on his lips. “I- I was just coming home from work. It’s late and the kids are waiting.”

He tried to deepen the grin but it just made him feel even more like the idiot with the painted face, so he let the expression drop, looking more serious at Mace. “Yeah, so – so, everything alright with you?”

His attempt on small talk found no continuation. Mace leaned further forward, supporting himself with one hand on the fence, eyes narrowed, not entirely convinced with Obi-Wan short lipped reply, an unforgiving undertone in his voice, stoic, reserved. “Your car needs a wash.”

The nervous laughter he had tried to hold back, bubbles up in his chest and then echoed from his lips. Inappropriate in the situation, he felt Mace’s stern glare on himself, the lips pressed together into a thin line, a flinty gleam in his eyes, watching his every move and then judging him. Obi-Wan halted in his movement, one hand pressed to his chest. He tried an apologetic smile and failed. “ In the rain …I guess-“

He did not like Mace’s calculating stare, overly curious and intrusive – it makes him nervous, uneasy, biting absently his inner cheek and pushing up his glasses, his eyes finding Mace’s again.

Then he faced back to his car, pretending to be seriously overthinking Mace’s suggestion. The metal of the Mustang shimmered the evening sun, reflected by the rain. The black paint coat has a few scratches, the chrome bumper hung crooked over the sealed beam headlights and the white stripe on the engine cover had a tinge of champagne yellow to it, a sign of its age, typical for vintage motorcycles that are still in use. Overhanging branches from his pear tree painted a dark shadow on the car window, hiding the inside. He spotted nothing peculiar, nothing worthy for a trip to the car washer – especially in the rain.

He shifted back to Mace, putting up a grin. “You are right. I’ll- I will consider it.” He nodded weakly, wishing for the conversation to be over.

“You have been working a lot lately.”, Mace continued, folding his hands in front of him, glaring over his white picket fence, head tilted to the side.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been just wondering where Satine is. Depa and I, we haven’t seen her around in a really long time and we asked ourselves, are you two fighting?”

It hit him like a truck.

=

(the next morning, scene to introduce more of Obi-Wan's character and his struggles -> turned way more into a character study than I thought)

Obi-Wan's shirt was freshly ironed, the fabric felt stiff around his neck, he wore Bermuda shorts and tennis socks, pulled over his ankles.

He looked like the picture book perfect version of a white man in his thrities, father of two, living his best home sweet home American Dream in the suburbs, with more than enough of on the bank, the weekends filled with garden grill parties with the neighbors.

That kind of man to never admit to buying a six pack of canned beer. Or the kind to scold the kids for running over the freshly mown lane. The kind to be overly punctual, narrow-mind, gratingly stuffy and – calls the police on you for noise disturbance at 7 am in the morning when the kids have stand up to noisy, squalling that they want to go to school. Better said, he looked like a fucking stick-in-the-mud.

What a dream to be, right? That type of aspiring role model he wanted to be for his children, the perfect type to be living in Shellwood Port.

Obi-Wan deepened the frown on his face, one eyebrow cocked, leaning forward. He wetted his lips with a nervous flick of his tongue and opened the first button of his shirt, more room to breath. His fingers were shacky, nervous, so he clenched them. His first breath was shuddery, unsure, almost as if it was unlearned, like he hadn’t done it in a really long, like he hadn't been able to breath the last years. Like he had been uptight all the time.

The second intake was less shacky, so he tried his best smile.

He should be happy; he thought as he scowled at himself in the bathroom mirror, eyebrows still furrowed, the smile painted on his face that doesn’t seem like a smile. The wedding band on his index finger burned his skin. He should be happy, he repeated, happy even now as a now single dad. He rose the corners of his lips, practicing his best tooth paste commerical smile to convince everyone - just not himself.

"Dad, hurry up... I gotta go to school."

"Right, 'Soka. I'll hurry up."

There was blood in the sink when he leaft.

(sorry)

=

(extra, because i have a soft at heart for them, imagine that happening at the same time)

Meanwhile Anakin in the house next door, pining hard on his hot, older neighbor, like doing his laundery twice to see the other man working shirtless in the garden (he just has black laundery so no need to seperate it and make to washing cycles out of it, but every excuse is right to to pine for Mr. Kenobi), knowing damn well that he will pamper, love and cherish that man with every fiber of his heart....

hope you enjoy!

I will expand on this prompt, so await more action in the future...

[enticeless]

#WayneVegasWedding Part 1

[yexiushands]

Behold, a 50,000 yrs old chimken in Stardew Valley.

[lukesaprince]

The Complicated Freak Series H.S

*this is for aesthetics only, this does not necessarily represent the body type or skin colour of the mc. Please imagine whoever you like!*

Synopsis: 

Best Friend's Dad Trope. After your best friend's parents divorce, you find yourself being the confidant and stress relief of your best friend's dad. He's double your age, rich and mean in bed. But when feelings get involved and it turns into something much more than a cruel hookup, the pair see how complicated life can really be.

Warnings: This is an agegap romance, if you don’t like it don’t read it. MC is 21ish and H is 40ish. Other warnings include smut that features dirty talk, choking, spanking, and a major breeding kink. Specific warnings will be written at the start of each part.

Masterlist:

Part 1 Where you’ve been hooking up with your best friend’s dad and decide to tease him with a tiny bikini.

Part 2 Once night comes and Darcy falls asleep, y/n is finally able to sneak into Harry's room for a round 2

Part 3 When Darcy goes away for a spa retreat, Harry invites y/n over. After a very awkward phone call, there's a lot of tension to resolve.

Part 4 Harry takes y/n for a ride while Darcy's away and a near miss causes unforeseen tensions.

Part 5 Where y/n wants Harry to be mean to her and the couple finally tell Darcy the truth.

Part 6 The aftermath of telling Darcy the truth is devastating. Relationships are tested and Harry and y/n must progress theirs in a way neither expected.

With A Sea View - A Complicated Freak Extra When the yearly yacht trip to the Italian coast takes place, Harry and y/n can’t help but try and rise jealousy out of each other… OR a quickie in the bridge of Harry’s yacht

Wrong - A Complicated Freak Extra When y/n comes over to see Darcy and she isn't there, Harry invites her to stay for dinner... one thing leads to another and they're both naked on the couch questioning how they could betray the people they care for the most. OR Cfrry and y/n's first time.

Kinktober #6 - I Own You Trying to make Harry jealous at the annual Styles Halloween party has dire consequences. OR Harry punishes y/n out of jealousy

[stonelions]

they're just very fond of each other

[frogchiro]

tumblr ate this ask so I am sending it again!!!

just imagine, your apartment is of course, so dingy, so eventually your shower HAS to break, so you need to use neighbor! ghosts

needing to use his soap (and has he already used that towel??) and just coming out smelling like his musk and seeing him in the living room afterwards ahhhh!

Thank you for sending this to me again dear!! This has been on my mind for so many days ahhhh!!

Both the apartment and piping had seen...better days, obviously. You had of course trued to tidy it up and make it look like a home and not a prison cell but, well, there was only so much you could do yourself and any kind of attempt of communicating with the owner of the building either led to a dead line over the phone or some drunken warbles that never led to anything actionable.

So it was really only a matter of time and running out of luck when the pipes and shower head let out a ominous clank and spurted out ice cold water making you scream and run out of it while cursing like a sailor. Of-fucking-course this would end up like this! You knew you couldn't on that good for nothing of a landlord and you'd have to get this fixed yourself but it was already Friday evening, every service is closed already and would be closed until Monday and you sure as hell won't go sweaty and dirty for three days because some dickhead didn't bother to fix the water :((

But...there was always one more option. One which made you nervous and twitchy. You could always go to your lovely neighbour, Simon, and ask him if you could use his shower.

Just imagine Simon's delight at seeing you still trembling from the shock of cold water and asking him quietly if you could please use his shower? Just until Monday? Yours broke and-

And after that Simon kinda tuned out and honed only onto the request if your could use his shower. His shower. A place where he barely fits his huge, burly body all naked, where he jerked off so many times to images of you in his head and then was angry at how much sperm he wasted down the drain when it could've been inside you :((

He's so so happy to let you in and tells you to 'make yourself right at home lovie'. And he's even more happy when he sees you walk out of the bathroom in your comfy pink PJs and a fluffy bathrobe, all content and happy and, the most important, you smell like his heavy, musky soap that he uses :(( You smell like him! Si takes it that you're marked as his </3

[pizzabox-box]

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..there's only one more Peppino missing.

(Can't believe that these silly crossover comics are starting to develop a story, I just can't escape it lol)