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fuckmyskywalker · 6 months

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Illusions — Trailer Trash!Anakin

— CW: 18+. Smut. Sexist remarks. Age gap (Anakin is on his 40s, reader is around 24-26). Slight manipulation. PiV. Creampie. Anakin loves to play reader dumb. | Word count: 1.4 (not proofread!)

— a/n: This is my part on the wonderful AU @lovelybucky1 and I talked about and that we are so involved with. Please read Artemis part before mine since it will give you context for this part! I love you my darling, you are my soulmate.

— Trailer Trash!Anakin part I

Waking up next to an empty bed isn't a bad thing when you are wearing Anakin’s oil stained shirt and being held by the warmth of the ghost of his presence next to you. Assuming he is off to work you decide to stay in bed a little longer, hugging his pillow and drowning yourself in the nauseous scent of his perfume and cigarettes.

The front door opens and you rise from bed with a small smile adorning your sleepy expression. The way your heart jolts when Anakin is back home has no comparison… and you love to make him feel taken care of. Making breakfast for him, watching him drink his morning coffee and getting fucked against the small kitchen counter makes your heart flutter— fulfilling his not-so-secret fantasy of having a throphy wife that will attend his needs, unlike his ex wife who wouldn't put up with his shit.

You swing the door open, expecting to see Anakin standing in the tiny hallway that leads to the bathroom and the single bedroom— only to find another woman staring at you with clear disgust. She is holding an empty laundry basket in her hand and a judgemental look in her dark eyes. Something about her expression is creepily similar to Anakin’s, but at the same time abysmally different.

«It's his daughter» You think, feeling your soul leave your body for a second. The way she stares down at you makes you feel as if you were naked under her gaze, completely vulnerable and viewed as nothing more than a common whore.

A few more footsteps caught your attention and two more people entered the trailer. A young man and a woman; they shared similar features and their faces share the same eerie aura of Anakin. They have smiles on their faces that melt the second they meet you standing in the hallway. Never in your life have you felt more judged and alone. The younger woman stands behind who you assume is the oldest, holding her arm as the only boy looks at you. He is the one who shares Anakin's expression the most— and it scares the shit out of you.

The entire trailer is thick with tension and an electrifying feeling of loathing— and it is all towards you, because of you.

Just like magic and as if he was your knight in shining armor, Anakin walks in the trailer with a frown. His eyes miss your presence and the way you are silently begging for help to address his children and save you from them.

“You are just like your mother!— always talking bullshit and always—” Anakin stops when he finally spots you, curling his lips to a smile that comforts you. “Oh, dollface.”

He walks past his daughter practically pushing her against the wood wall of the hall to reach you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you for a kiss. His tongue slides inside your mouth as his large hands reach down to cup your ass and squeeze it. Instead of turning you on, it only worses your embarrassment— how can he be groping you with his children watching?

“Anakin,” You whisper against his lips. “Not here, they are watching us…”

A loud sound makes both of your eyes snap, the laundry basket lands next to his old boots. “Come on, we're leaving.” His daughter says with pure venom, turning around.

Your throat feels dry, but Anakin apparently isn't having it. “Alyssa! Come back here,” He never leaves your side, in fact he squeezes your ass harder, almost with hatred. “Who the fuck is going to do my laundry?”

“Ask your new whore to do it.”

Your body curls in embarrassment, how could she say such things? She doesn't even know you!

Alyssa storms out of the trailer, but the twins seem reluctant to follow her. Anakin kisses you again before turning his attention back to his children. “Don’t listen to your sister, she is just like your mother.”

“Dad.” The younger girl says. “You were supposed to spend the day with us.” Her voice makes your heart ache and you can’t help but feel guilty.

His son doesn't seem to be in the same ride though. He grabs his sister's arm and rolla his green eyes. “Fuck you Dad. Alyssa is right, you will never change,” Something about his voice echoes inside your head, he sounds just like Anakin.”Let’s go Thena.”

“Fuck off then!” Anakin yells as his son slams the trailer door close. Running his hands through his blond locks, the multiple strands of silver shine under the shitty lights of the mobile house. “I don’t need them. Who needs them…” His voice is low, but his face is so close to yours you can hear him and smell the cigarettes he had earlier in his breath. “I only need you, dollface.”

A part of you tries to protest. You don’t agree with him— his children are his after all, but before you can even open your mouth his lips crash against yours, gripping your jaw to force your mouth open and slide his tongue in. The kiss is messy and sloppy and characteristically Anakin. He drags you to the bed and slams the door shut, practically making the whole trailer shake. Anakin pushes you to the bed causing to gasp. Something about him being so aggressive scares you and allures you at the same time. He is quick to peel off his shirt to grope your tits, pinch your nipples and slap the flesh roughly.

“You like that?” He breathes out, rubbing his erection trapped underneath his work overalls. “Of course you do— you just need someone to take care of you.”

He flips you, bringing your ass up in the air and letting his palm smack on the tender flesh. Anakin loves how willing to please him you are, how easy is to get you to do what he wants with empty promises and sweet talk whispered to your ear. He loves how stupid and love deprived you are.

When he finally pushes his cock inside you, your body tenses at the intrusion, moaning and arching your back. Anakin traces the curve of your spine with his index finger, smirking at how soft and youthful your body is. It makes him feel alive. You ignite something inside of him that gives him the strength to fuck you as if he was 20 years all over again. It’s your fourth day spending the night at his place and those illusions of moving in with him, make this shitty, cheap trailer a home, to change him… are only growling stronger.

His thrusts push the air out of your lungs and Anakin is in heaven to feel your pussy just as tight as he did in the morning when he fucked you before leaving for work. “Good girl— such a good pussy, so tight and wet for me.” His balls slap against your clit with every snap of his hips and any neighbors who walks next to his place will hear Anakin’s deep, animalistic groans and your seeet helpess moans, accompanied with the sound of sweaty skin-to-skin.

Throbbing inside you, his hairy thighs quiver with the force of his orgasm, and you find yourself closer as well. “A–Anakin,” You look at him from over your shoulder with glassy eyes that make his dick leak inside you. “Pull out—p–please.”

“I will try okay?” He says and it’s enough for you. “Your pussy just feels so good.” The praise makes you whine, maybe, maybe it’s okay if he does it one time…

But he doesn't because he knows that if he apologizes you will forgive him. He knows that if he brings you a pink pill your stupid mind will think it's a plan-b when in reality is a kid’s supplement. So when Anakin fill you up with his sticky heavy load deep inside your womb, while the back of his head wishes you end up pregnant so he can at least make up for his mistakes with a new child. He still fucks you until you come because he wouldn't waste that emotional rollercoaster that orgasms provide you with.

Anakin holds you, kissing your sweaty skin and caressing your shoulders. The room smells like sex, cigarettes and that cheap whiskey he buys at the gas station next to the diner you work at. His softening length rubs between your thighs, as his cum slides down your spent hole and makes a mess on the yellow-ish fitted sheet already covered in various stains—only god knows when was the last time he washed it— and it warms your heart. He is a good man, you know it. Deep down, looking past all his flaws, he is a good man.

You can change him.

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lovelybucky1 · 6 months

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Babysitter

Kinktober Day 19- Breeding Kink

au created in part by @fuckmyskywalker 🫶

warnings: trailer trash!anakin, dub con, mentions of housewife kink, mentions of breeding kind, dry humping, no smut, this is bad tbh im sorry, 18+ minors dni

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You never minded doing your neighbor Anakin favors. He is a single dad with three adult children and a grandchild, despite his young age. You don't know many people who become grandparents in their 40s, but Anakin's son had gotten a girl pregnant and she left him to take care of the baby.

Anakin's son isn't the best parent. He's still a kid himself but he's been working long hours to make enough money to support his child. During the day when he's at work, you come over to take care of the baby.

They don't pay you much but the baby, Eddie, is the sweetest little boy in the entire world. You work nights at the diner, so spending time at Anakin's trailer during the day is no issue at all, especially when you're so close to your own home.

Anakin's hours at the mechanic's shop change all the time. Sometimes he goes in before sunrise and gets home at 3 pm, and other times he hasn't woken up for the day by the time you get there to watch Eddie.

Today is one of the days he got home early. You were folding laundry on the couch when he walked in, sweaty and grimy from the day. He froze in the doorway when he saw you.

"Hi, Mr. Skywalker," you greet with a smile.

"You don't have to call me that," he chuckles as he kicks off his boots by the door. "How's the baby been?"

"Oh, just perfect," you smile. "He's down for a nap right now."

Anakin nods as he walks over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. He watches you continue to fold the laundry and he thinks to himself that you would make a good housewife. You're responsible, pretty, and young enough to handle young kids.

Anakin drys his hands on the towel on the counter, then walks over to where you sit on the couch. You look up at him but you find it hard to maintain eye contact when he's looking at you so intensely. You've always been a bit intimidated by Anakin, but you know it's all in your head. He's a nice guy and you're just a girl with a stupid crush.

"Need any help?" he asks.

"No, it's okay," you smile.

"Are you sure?" he insists.

You look down at the full laundry basket of folded clothes. "Well, you could bring that to the bedroom for me if you want," you say.

With a charming smile, Anakin bends down to pick up the basket and starts off down the hall before turning around, waiting for you to follow him.

Anakin places the basket on the bed and stands back as you begin to place the clothes in his drawers. When you bend down to put some paired socks in the bottom drawer, Anakin looks shamelessly at your ass.

Putting on the charm and playing the nice guy has never been hard for Anakin. What's difficult is keeping his true nature hidden when no one is watching.

He sees how you look at him. You wouldn't babysit Eddie everyday for basically free if something wasn't in it for you. Anakin comes home early from work some days just so he can see your face light up when he walks through the door. You're so cute and innocent; such a sweet girl who has no idea what she's getting herself into.

Licking his lips, Anakin decides he doesn't want to hold off any longer. He steps towards you to place his hands on your hips and he pulls you back against him.

"Anakin!" you gasp, making him chuckle.

"Shh, you'll wake the baby," he says into her ear. "It's alright."

"W-what are you doing?"

The tip of his nose brushes against your ear and you shiver in his arms. "I'm doin' exactly what you want me to do, dollface."

"What-"

"You do all the house work, take care of my baby, greet me when I come home from work. You're pretty much my little housewife already. Why don't we make it official, huh?"

"I don't know what you mean," you say breathlessly.

Anakin's laugh rumbles through his chest. "I'm gonna make you mine, sweetheart. Might even give you a baby of your own."

Anakin's erection pokes your ass and you can't resist from pressing back against it. You have no idea where this is all coming from, but you have been dreaming of this. Anakin coming in and bending you over to claim you for his own, though you never thought it would actually happen.

"You wanna be pregnant with my kid, baby? You'd make such a good mommy. Don't you wanna make me a daddy again?"

Your stomach burns with desire but you know it's wrong. You had no idea he even had interest in you but now he's talking about getting you pregnant? You're brought out of your thoughts by the sound of Eddie crying in the next room. Saved by the bell.

You try to break away from Anakin's hold but he grips your hips tightly.

"But Eddie-"

"Let him cry. This is more important."

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coryosbaby · 3 months

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18+, MDNI !! specific hair type mentioned

Js thinkin’ about Drug dealer! Trailer trash! Anakin…

I can imagine you’re outside smoking a cigarette in your pretty pink nightgown, curlers all pinned up, your fluffy house shoes pressing against the damp summer ground. You’re sitting down on the front steps of your trailer as you listen to Anakin and Padmē argue over and over. So much for a smoke break.

But then, with one last mean remark, Anakin is slamming his screen door and barreling down the steps in anger. Tattoos all over his arms, wearing jeans and no shirt or shoes…nipple piercings on full display. He stands in the grass and tries to calm himself down.

Your face flushes with heat as you see him, and you turn your head as if you hadn’t noticed him there. But his eyes lock on you, and he calms a bit. Hes always had a soft spot for you, his pretty young neighbor. Always chasing away creeps and helping you carry in your groceries, selling you pot that isn’t laced (‘you can’t trust the crackheads in this fuckin’ trailer park. Come to me if you ever need any shit like that, okay?’). You can’t deny the crush you’ve had on him for the longest time. You guess you’re just like your momma in that way— always going after men old enough to be your dad, men that you shouldn’t ever associate with. Men that are bad news.

Anakin sighs, jeans hanging low on his hips, and you try not to drool.

“Did you hear all of that?”

You give him a shy, timid smile. You awkwardly shuffle on your feet.

“A little. I’ve only been out here for five minutes, though.”

He hums, his eyes moving down to the cigarette in your manicured hand.

“Can I bum one?”

You nod, and the man walks over the short distance between your houses and sits down beside you. He smells like cologne, sweat, and a little bit of alcohol. Not in a bad way, though. It makes you practically dizzy with want, your thighs prsssing together as he lets out a small “thanks, dollface” as he reaches into your nightgown pocket and pulls out your half empty pack of Marlboros. He lights up, smoke billowing out of his nostrils as he exhales and leans back against your screen door.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I try not to yell, but..”

He shakes his head, as if it isn’t worth discussing. You knee bumps against his, and you shrug.

“It’s okay. I get it.”

His shoulders relax, his ring clad fingers skimming your thigh. He give you an amused smile as he sees the curlers in your hair.

“About to go to bed, grandma?”

You roll your eyes at his teasing, taking a long drag.

“Yeah, actually.”

“Mmm..” His hand comes up to your face, stroking the soft skin of your cheek. Your eyes widen, a flush coating your cheeks. “It’s cute, y’know. The way you always wear your hair like this at night.”

You struggle to find words, your lips parting with every breath. Anakin’s eyes light up, as if remembering something, and he reaches into his pocket.

“You still smoke?” He asks, a baggy of weed now in his palm. You say yes because it’s true, and invite him inside your house.

And of course, it isn’t long before he’s got you whining for him. A joint and a half later, your pussy is spread out on his cock as he takes you against your bedroom wall. He doesn’t fuck you on your bed— he says it’s hotter this way, taking you so desperately. He fills you up damn near perfectly, his face buried into your neck as he holds you up with his strong arms.

All the while, your curlers are falling out, house shoes halfway off your toes, your nightgown lifted up and slightly ripped from his roughness. Your loose, unfinished curls stick against your forehead as he pummels you, and he practically laughs in your face.

“Oh, baby,” he says. “Hair’s so messy, ‘s fuckin’ adorable.”

You cry from embarrassment, drooling all over his lips when he pulls you into a wet ‘n messy kiss. Your fingers card through his dyed black locks, lashes fluttering when he thumbs your clit.

“Oh!” You let manage to let out, slick pooling as you cream on his cock. “Ani, ani, feel s’ good…”

“Yeah?” He breathes, with jagged thrusts into your weeping cunt. “Cmon, dollface. Let the whole trailer park hear you. That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry

creds to @fuckmyskywalker for this amazing idea 🩷🩷

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talesfrommedinastation · 5 months

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My Neighbor Doug on different locations in 'The Bad Batch'

So I did as was requested by my poll, and asked Doug what he called (and thought of) the various different places in which 'The Bad Batch' took place.

Need refreshers? Doug's interpretations of The Bad Batch: Main Characters

Doug's interpretations of The Bad Batch: Side Characters

Here we go:

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Tipoca City: The Mall on the Ocean. You know it either smells really nice, clean and like fresh perfume, or it smells like ass and balls. It’s duty free, of course. Daddy Warcrimes totally plows the liquor section when Ryan-from-Accounting won’t stop annoying him and Daddy Rambo sprays on the sample Sauvage cologne to get the ladies.

("I thought he was married?"

"He need the reassurance. Y'all know guys like him.")

Onderon: Damn-It-Jared’s Trailer Park. It’s where he and his goofy-assed hippie friends fire weapons and drop acid and scare the wildlife. It’s like Oregon, but stupid. Just like Damn-It-Jared. And Daddy Warcrimes comes down and murders civilians, because the man craves police brutality the way I crave a drink after watching the Saints lose.

Saleucami: Tremor-Land. Look at this place and tell me you ain’t expecting giant worms and Kevin Bacon to pop out of nowhere. Also, Not-Wolverine’s wife gives me Reba McEntire vibes, trust me. They seem like a fun couple, I’d love to drink beer and shoot guns with them on a Sunday.

(Cut and Suu = Not Wolverine and Not Wolverine's wife)

Pantora: Not-Quite-Austin. Its where young hot people go to get drunk, get into street fights and then leave. You know, where That Chick That’s in Everything gets into a motorcycle race with Daddy Rambo and then they look for the Gun Safety Muppet and Little Orphan Blondie is lost and I guess they sell Toaster Strudel at one point to the three eyed goat for cash?*

Meat Muffin, what in the hell did I just write?

Corellia: Where-Anakin-Lost-His-Legs and Jorge’s Unemployed Sisters are collecting scrap metal for cash.

(“This is not where Anakin lost his legs!”

“How do you know?”

“ I watched Episode III?! Did you?”

“Eh, they’ll update it, just watch.”)

(FYI, I wish Trace Martez and Tech had more scenes together. They would have been a cute nerdy couple)

Bracca: Planet Dump. Seriously, there’s a planet devoted to garbage. Is it New Jersey? It’s just creepy people floating around trash? Man, it’s like Thor Ragnorok, but sad. Think Valkyrie would show up at some point? Julio had a headache here and strangled someone, I get it, migraines ain’t fun.

Ord Mantell: Great Value Cyberpunk. Do humans even live here? Well, Houma BBQ bitch and her ugly clutch of mutant boyfriends do. Her bar totally looks like someone practices eye surgery in the back like in Minority Report.

Raxus: Space Country Club. Oh, this place nice and clean. I mean, dang, it looks like a gated community where everyone plays golf and is mean to their neighbors. I bet they have an amazing Christmas lights display but don’t allow ‘riff-raff’ to come in and bully anyone who doesn’t join their HOA. My sister’s in one outside of Miami, and it turned her into a bitch, trust me.

Daro: Not-Quite-Fort-Bliss. I don’t get this place. It’s where Manny’s hanging out with other army guys but they don’t like him, even though he’s a good soldier? What the hell, the Empire is run by mid-level corporate dumbasses who think their online MBA makes them a god.

::proceeds to go on a rant about MBA Rob, his nephew, and the clowns like them::

Safa Toma: Tank Girl’s Home. It’s like Tatooine but fun and crazy. It’s where the Rhino that Sells Used Buicks and his pet iguana live and force people to race in used car parts.**.

Pabu: Space Daytona. It’s nice, it’s pretty, but I kept thinking the Empire was going to nuke it at some point. Hey, Church Lady says it’s her home away from home…where’s her other home? New Orleans? Shit, that’s a thought.

Eriadu: Space New Hampshire. It’s foggy, got mountains, and filled with angry old white people who can’t seem to retire. You know Tarkin totally screams at waiters and lives to make the poor check out girls at Publix cry. Just like his bitchy daughter, Stepsister Beth.

(Doug now headcanons that Tarkin is Emerie’s dad…which makes zero sense, but whatever.)

Ryloth: Space Arizona. Everything seems rich and nice and the women are vaguely hot, cool canyons and mountains and whatnot. But then dig a little bit and everyone’s rat-in-a-shithouse insane and there’s guns everywhere. I like Hera and her daddy, he’s cool. Like him riding his space motorcycle and flinging that spear at folks, more of him please.

Weyland: Spooky Lab Land. It’s where Stepsister Beth and Ryan-from-Accounting have family reunions with her asshole dad, his bitch wife Laura, and the gang. They’re into science and not making eye contact with anyone because there’s shit in the lava lamps that might be humans.

Serrano: Space Coeur d’Alene. It’s got pine trees and mountains, real pretty, but it’s easy to fling trash and bodies everywhere and every other person is Doomsday prepping. You ever been to Idaho? Real pretty, but real off, ya know?

*= I was struggling to breath after this. What in 'The Witch' was he thinking?!

**= Millegi and his racer. I had to stop texting Doug for a bit at this point, I was cry-laughing so hard I couldn’t see.

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ooops-i-arted · 10 months

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filoni called anakin "the greatest jedi of all time" in the ahsoka sneak peak lmaooo that's wild. just the cherry on top of the slop he's been serving us in recent years.

is that why other jedi in his works are often trashed and his darling favorite oc ahsoka is so elevated in importance? is that why he doesn't know jack shit about attachments and constantly misrepresents it, because to him, jedi are the big meanies that tried preventing anakin from boning padme? someone please stop this man.

Ah, anon, did you sense a disturbance in the Force that brought you here? Instagram forced me to look at the new Ahsoka trailer about forty times today and I'm sure my saltiness is palpable. Every time I hear that orange fucktart say "Heir to the Empire" I could rip up his stupid notebook emblazoned with Ahsoka's symbol I saw in a behind the scenes post with my bare hands.

I think Filoni's Anakin (not canon Anakin, not the one in the prequel films, because TCW Anakin is NOT Anakin* and I will die on this hill) is a dear OC to Filoni, but of course not on the same level of Ahsoka. So of course he's speshul just the way Ahsoka is. The Jedi ~just don't understaaaaaaand them~ and they DESERVE special treatment and to break the rules like many an amateur writers' OCs.

*Apparently the TCW Anakin voice actor was told to "do a mix of Luke and Han" so clearly staying in-character for Anakin was never on the radar.

I did see a post I can't find now that was directed at Anakin stans, not Filoni, but it was interesting because it said basically Anakin is called the greatest Jedi of all time by his stans but they really mean "the most powerful Jedi of all time." Because he possibly/probably was, whether you go by midi-chlorians or just demonstrated power with the Force. But the post went on to say the Jedi don't value power like that, don't measure by it, so it's a fandom projection to say Anakin was the "greatest of the Jedi." Which makes sense to me, because the greatest of an organization wouldn't be the one who destroys them. And how are we measuring "greatness" anyway? Overall accomplishment? Skill with the Force? Number of people helped/saved (and do you get a penalty for people you hurt/kill)? Does Yoda win by default just because he's had longer than everyone else to rack up Jedi Greatness points and longer to practice his skills? Personally I would pick Revan, powerful in the Force, made a huge impact in her day, and her redemption (if you play Light Side like I did) was actively undoing the damage she did and defeating Malak for good, not just killing a Sith to save her own loved one and then dying. And of course I'll freely admit part of that is because she's one of my favorite characters. The point is, it's subjective. And Filoni has shown again and again he cannot be subjective about his faves. Just look at TCW Character Bo getting the Darksaber literally handed to her by the main character being shafted in his own show.

Oooo, since you're here, wanna hear an absolutely RANCID crack theory I had today? What if the whole Din Grogu thing is setting up some obscure Outer Rim tradition of taking on another's name with your own so that Filoni has an excuse to have Luke say "Oh Ahsoka, you are so wise and perfect and the Best Jedi Of All Time Who Truly Embodies What Filoni Thinks A Jedi Should Be, I would like to go by Ahsoka Luke now! Who's Padme anyway, no one important." While Filoni claps and honks like a seal as Ahsoka Luke Skywalker appears in the credits. Okay it's very silly but I put nothing past him.

#I cannot even pretend to be polite about this damn show anymore i hate it #i hate rebels characters AND the thrawn trilogy being sacrificed at the altar of ahsoka #anti ahsoka #anti ahsoka tano #anti ahsoka show #if you don't have anything nice to say about ahsoka come sit by me lmao

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bunnylovesani · 3 months

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unfortunately a lot of anakin writers have this idea that they’re the first to create concepts and that anybody else who is into similar kinks can’t divulge that into their writing. the stalker concept isn’t just confined to anakin fics. i’ve been apart of so many fandoms that use that concept and others like bimbo/innocent reader or even the trailer trash concept. these concepts aren’t as niche as they think so i don’t know why it’s become such a problem when other writers use it. this has become a common theme i’ve been seeing amongst anakin writers where they lay claim to the most popular ideas and get angry when others who have built their following on the same or similar ideas get notes or praise. you didn’t plagiarize and your works weren’t similar at all. i’m sorry you’re getting so much slack from immature people. the entitlement is crazy.

Exactly but even so, if I’ve read something and was inspired by it I would still credit the original author- like I have done before. I would NEVER plagiarise.

If you read both works side by side you’d see they have very little similarity?? Our characters are completely different and I think most people getting annoyed are lacking a lot of context.

Ava is a great writer and I’m sad she’s decided to leave but I really don’t think me writing a 200 word blurb on a similar topic is stealing like she’s making it out to be.

Thank you for the support <3

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nathaniacolver · 1 year

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need to live tweet my playing of totk but don't wanna be annoying on my irl so i'll just do it here. this is the first bit:

BEWARE: TOTK SPOILERS BELOW

"i know i'll be ok with you link" okay they are IN LOVE

WHERE IS LINK IN THE CUTSCENE. THEY HAVE TO SHOW HIM IN THE NEXT 10 SECONDS OR I WILL FRET

ZONAI????!!?!!?!??!?!?! (Listen i forgot the gameplay trailer)

me walking at a respectable pace as to not leave zelda's side

BABE THERE'S TOO MUCH MALICE HERE WHY ARE WE STILL GOING

just talked to zelda and she was like "i'm so excited!!!!" GIRL DO YOU NOT HAVE AN OUNCE OF SELF-PRESERVATION

swinging the sword swinging the sword

WAIT WHY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS WHYYYYYYY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS

THEY JUST ADDED AN INSTRUMENT OR TWO OH FRICK AND IT'S GETTING LOUDER oh i already love the sound engineering

GLOWY SPIRAL????

DON'T PICK UP THE TEAR BABY oh frick oh frick

OH THAT'S WHY I HAD 30. FOR THE DRAMA

CAN'T LOOK AT MY TYPING I'M WATCHING THE CHTSCENE

OH FRICK IT JUST SHATTERED OH FRICK

gamer lean on x games mode rn

mans said screw it i'm out. fly you fools

BRO I WAS TYPING THE ABOVE WHEN HE LUNGED AND I GOT SO NERVOUS THAT I'D HAVE TO FIGHT FJSKDKJSJDAHHDLADG THE JOYCONS ARE FLOPPING AROUNS ON MY ARMS

THAT TEAR BETTER PROTECT HER I HOPE THAT'S WHAT THAT GLOWY YELLOW WAS

BRO WHAT. THE BLUE GLOWING IS GOOD. this is so anakin skywalker of him btw

baby don't you worry i'm gonna make link level up so fast so he can come and get you

oop naked link again AND HIS SHORTS ARE SHORTER????

nice mani link

A MAN'S VOICE???????? WHO IS IT WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW THEIR NAMES

okay so The Voice just gives him an arm. okay

the malice or whatever stopping just at the triforce is Symbolic, i think

is it really a master sword or is it a master Dagger

i rly be taking screenshots of everything like i'm a tourist

okay green hand thing go off!!! oop give it a high five and it turns blue and goes behind you as a save point

*taking notes* okay cogs are cogging.......gears are gearing..........

now why the frick did it have me dive like that. what was The Reason

i Forgor that link can tread water indefinitely. swimming king

not me searching every nook and cranny like there's gonna be secrets in this Cave

PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARCHAIC PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wait i put them on and now he looks like a gladiator.......cardboard skirt & Jesus sandals........ok shirtless king

oop just noticed his hair animations & the layers are CRAZY but it lookin good

wait so they was underground......and now in the sky...................i have Theories

they said aerial view shot once again but i mean AERIAL

ope no climbing, you're already too high in the sky

the lighting looks SO GOOD!

it's so silent up here i love it.

the MUSIC AHHHH

WAIT EVERYTHING'S AN ISLAND???? OH WE WAY THE FRICK UP IN THE SKY LINK. HOW CAN YOU BREATHE THAT THIN AIR

this game is making me fall In Love. with Silence

TREE BRANCH YES THE WORLD IS HEALING

apples. i could Cry

is that a broom?????

wait so the soldiers are bad and the stewards are good. it's just like real life!

why do i have the feeling that this is a /different/ princess zelda that left this to him.......oh nvm it's just the purah pad. what happened to the sheikah slate???

is link gonna look at pics on it and get emo

wait so. garden of time (ok Christianity reference). so zelda has lived through some trash already and is like poor link in the past. let's give him this

aw it's lonely :(

YES WE'RE GETTING ZELDA RIGHT AWAY I COULD CRY

ooh the purah pad looks slick (i'm so sorry but why does that sound like a tampon brand LIKEEEEE)

high five!!! oh wait high fives have OTHER FUNCTIONS???!?!

now why did the bridge have to do all that fancy stuff. (ik it's for stability or whatever don't @ me engineers)l

just smashed some pots. link's Primeval Urge

ok so linear path for Diving. got it.

that's a hot-footed frog.......................i could cry. i AM crying

picked up a rock. now i just have to see some Chickens

there are Grates in the ground and you can peek below. idk why i like that so much.

i am hunting these ostriches like i might die

THAT GUY SNUCK UP ON ME SO SILENTLY. I DECIDED I HATE FLOATING MACHINE ENEMIES (don't worry i was fine)

why did i try to light a frog on fire

#totk spoilers #okay that's it i have to go to work now but enjoy.#i do this bc i don't have a reaction yt channel but IF I DID #also i had to edit this ob my computer bc i accidentally added a poll and idk how to get rid of it #totk #tears of the kingdom #loz #playthrough

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🍓𓂅⋆ fuck it, i love you

sequel to trash magic. also works as stand alone.

— pairing: dilf!adrian chase x wife!reader

— summary: you love your husband. the father of your children. but sometimes, when christopher smith is around, he acts like a fucking idiot. (follows the events of peacemaker season one)

— warnings: light smut (fingering, oral - male receiving, too much of the word cock — like a lot im sorry —, mentions of piv), mentions of torture (electrocution to the balls, cutting off half of pinky toe), mentions of violence, mentions of injuries, hurt and comfort, canon typical violence, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, anxiety, idiots in love, reader is the founder, president, and chairmen of the adrian chase defense squad. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: so here is what happens when you hyperfixate on dilf!adrian/husband!addian. i think this also the longest one shot i’ve ever posted so.. slay. i might continue this series of dilf!addian/husband adrian and sweet with little one shots here and there (so send requests in if you have any for them!) also, this is not the best written so i apologize lmao. there is probably a lot of timeline issues, but let’s ignore that. enjoy!

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The first person to know Christopher Smith was back in town was Adrian Chase. The Chase Family's residence just so happened to be next door to Peacemaker's Patriotic trailer. (The home was way too small for three children and Adrian didn't plan on stopping after three kids). It had been almost three years since you and Adrian had gotten married and you already had three kids. Aurora Louise Chase was born nine months after your honeymoon. She resembled Adrian more, with curly brown hair and big green eyes, but that the feisty personality of her mother. Anakin Christopher Chase was the youngest sibling — so far — and was only born four months ago. (You got to name the girl, and Adrian got to name the guy. That was the deal, unfortunately). While you had been adapted to motherhood since you were sixteen, all the new additions to the Chase family made your heart grow fonder. Silas had officially been adopted by Adrian after the wedding, and Silas has really taken a liking to his new father figure. He was eight years old now and was settling into his big brother role well. He loved his siblings and he loved Adrian. Wherever you are, Adrian is, and wherever Adrian is, Silas is. Everyone following each other around like a lost puppy.

You didn't know how Adrian would adapt to the father life. Well, you had some idea. He was great around Silas and really bonded with your son — their son. But, you were still nervous to see how he would react around an infant. Like you expected, it took Adrian some time on rocking Aurora to sleep after she had been crying her eyes out for hours. He got frustrated easily and you had to constantly reassure him that he was a good parent. He still went out as Vigilante. However, not as frequently and less likely to come home with a knife wound to the torso. Silas learned awhile ago that Adrian was Vigilante after he was snooping for his Christmas presents. (That was an interesting conversation about how sometimes good people do bad things). Another side affect of Silas being obsessed with Adrian? He loved Peacemaker. He worshiped the ground he walked on. Adrian and Silas would often have fangirling fits over something cool Peacemaker did once. It was irritating.

The day Christopher Smith arrived back in Evergreen after four years, you were in the kitchen washing dishes. You had been humming along to whatever cartoon theme song Adrian, Silas, Aurora, and Anakin had been watching. It was a very cute moment. Adrian was holding Anakin in a little blanket over his chest. Aurora was sat in her older brothers lap, and Silas had his arm leaning against Adrian. You loved the moments like these, where you get the feeling you have everything you've ever wanted.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a yellow taxi pull up to your neighbors house, something that hadn't happened in years. When you saw the large man come barreling out of the car in just his underwear, you couldn't help but laugh. You called out Adrian's name. He tore his eyes from the tv screen. (They were watching Adventure Time, because Adrian claimed it to be the best animated media of all time). You ushered him over to the kitchen and told him that you just saw Peacemaker. Adrian yelled out a profanity, which caused Anakin to wake up from his nap and Aurora to copy her father. After you managed to get Anakin back to bed and gave Aurora a talking to about copying words that Dad says, Adrian gave you a big smack on the lips in celebration. (The famous butt dance came after, with Silas following his fathers footsteps. Why Adrian taught him that dance? You'll never know).

A little bit after Adrian's celebration, Peacemakers trailer was surrounded once again by law enforcement. Adrian and Aurora watched — they were nosy neighbors — and you had to give a second child a talk about what happens when bad people do bad things. Why are you always having these discussions with your children? Adrian noted that Christopher wasn't being hauled away by the law enforcement — and you could hear the loud rock music of Wig Wham blare out of the trailer. So, Adrian decided to go over to his house tomorrow.

"Why can't I just go over today? I haven't seen him in like — four years — and he probably misses his best friend," Adrian whined as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck.

"He hasn't been home in, like, four years. Let him get settled in first," You said, leaning into Adrian's touch, "And what did I say about your hands, Mister Chase?"

Adrian's hands were currently digging into your ass, and a loose finger had made its way towards your cunt, "Not in front of the kids," He huffed out and withdrew his hands.

When Adrian saw Peacemaker hunched over his bed, he decided this was the fourth best day of his life. (First, was the day he married you. Second was when Aurora was born and third was when Anakin was born). The facial muscle exercises that Chris were doing was a bit weird, but he decided to talk about it with you tonight and see if this was something he should add to his exercise routine.

While helping Chris clean up his trailer, he finally dropped the news he had been dying to share.

"You know," Adrian slotted Inglorious Bastards in its proper place in between Independence Day and John Wick, "I got married while you were in prison. Got myself a wife and kids."

Chris's eyes almost bursted out of his face and he felt his jaw slowly drop, before bursting out in laughter, "You have to be fucking with me."

"No, for real. I know, I'm surprised that she agreed to marry me too, but she's great. My kids are pretty sick, too. We live next door actually!" Adrian exclaimed, slotting more DVD's in on the shelf.

"Oh, god. Do you actually live next door to me?" Chris groaned out, slouching back on the coach and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah! She actually lived there before you went to prison, but we just haven't moved yet. We will probably have to soon, unfortunately. We only have three bedrooms, and I plan to give my wife plenty of more children."

Chris groaned again, "Please don't. We don't need more of you in this world."

Adrian hopped over to the spot on the couch next to Chris, "Do you want to see my kids? They are so cute. I really hit the jackpot."

Chris didn't have enough time to protest before Adrian was shoving his phone into Chris's face, "This is Aurora. She's two. She looks just like her mother. Acts like her too. Always crying, but she is the sweetest girl ever."

The young girl Adrian showed Chris had bright green eyes and curly brown hair. She had food smeared on her face, and was wearing a little pink bow in her hair. Chris could see how this was Adrian's kid. He wondered what the mother looked like.

Adrian swiped the photo to the left and an elementary school aged kid was holding a small baby, "This is Silas and Anakin. I know, I can't believe she let me name my kid after the coolest character ever. Silas isn't mine, well, biologically. I adopted him awhile ago, but she had him while in high school. Anakin is only a few months old, but he's cool as hell. And he loves guns. Every time I bring him shooting appliances, he smiles."

"Please don't tell me you have been shooting shit with your newborn baby."

Adrian laughed, "He has little ear muffs, and I only take him when the misses isn't home. She would kill me if she found out."

A knock on the door broke the conversation. Chris just prayed it wasn't another fucking government agency trying to send him back to jail. When he opened the door, however, he was greeted with a young girl who couldn't be much older than twenty five. Attached to her body, in a Baby Bjorn, was a newborn baby. Standing next to her was the two kids from the photo Adrian had shown him, The older one was holding the little girls hand, and had a huge grin on his face.

"Oh my god! Mister Peacemaker! Mom, you didn't tell me we were meeting Peacemaker! I would have worn my helmet."

Of course Adrian's kid was obsessed with Peacemaker too. How typical.

"Sorry Mister Peacemaker, we are just here for my husband. It's dinner time," You said with a small smile, bouncing the newborn with you chest.

Chris connected all the dots quickly. This was his wife? Vigilante married one of the most beautiful women Chris has ever seen? Everyone must have been fucking with him today, "Uh—"

Vigilante stepped behind him and entered the doorframe, cutting Chris off, "Hey Sweet! What did you make for dinner tonight?"

Chris knew he wasn't getting punk'd when he saw the look on your face. You couldn't pay someone any amount of money to fake that kind of love with no money in the world. Chris thought he was going to go blind from the twinkle in your eyes, "Enchiladas, your favorite."

"Excuse me! Can I talk to Mister Peacemaker, Dad?" Silas chirped up, the obvious desire to have a conversation with Chris was vibrating off of his body.

Vigilante nodded, "Sorry, Si. Christopher, meet Silas. Silas, this is Christopher Smith."

Silas let go of his sisters hand and reached it up to Peacemaker, "Mister Peacemaker. I am a huge fan. Dad helped me make a helmet just like yours! We are still working on the suit though, but it should be done just in time for halloween!"

This was the first positive experience Chris had ever had with a child and he honestly did not know to respond, "W-Well, you are going to have to show me it when it's done, okay?"

Silas's smile grew, baring almost all of his teeth in a bright smile, "Okay! I'll come over and show you it with Dad when we finish!"

"Maybe then I'll show you use my gun."

You quickly stepped in, "Please don't show my child how to use a gun, Christopher. Vigilante here already tries to enough."

Silas didn't have the heart to tell his mother that Adrian already showed him how to use a gun a long time ago. Vigilante said a quick goodbye to Chris, before stepping onto the porch and picking up Aurora. He slipped an arm around your shoulder and placed a kiss on your head through his mask. Chris felt more tears forming in his eyes. How the hell could Vigilante have everything? A wife, kids, people who love him.

You knew things would change when Peacemaker returned home, but you didn't realize how fast they would. Suddenly, Adrian was disappearing a bit more. Only home briefly in the morning, to give you a kiss on the cheek before your shift, and at night, to tuck the children into bed. Adrian didn't tell you a whole lot about what he did as Vigilante. Sometimes he would, after a particularly bad day, but normally, he liked to keep that part to himself. You have cleaned up a lot of his blood and stitched him back together. However, the night Adrian came home from being tortured was one of the worst nights of crime fighting you've seen.

It was three in the afternoon when he had returned home. Anakin was down for his afternoon nap, Silas was at school, and Aurora was having a play date with a neighborhood kid. You were resting on the couch, after a restless night of anxiety on Adrian's safety, and your newborn that required feeding every two hours. Adrian had texted you last night that he had joined Peacemaker on a mission and he wouldn't be home that night. He always let you know if he wasn't going to be coming home at his normal time, after he ended up stranded in a town three towns over and his phone died. That was the biggest fight you ever had with Adrian. Adrian limped into your home. He had changed out of his Vigilante uniform, and you noticed something was wrong almost immediately. You quickly rose up from your spot on the couch to Adrian.

"Hey, baby. Are you alright? Do you want to sit?" You asked, touching his chest to make sure there wasn't any unseen stab wounds or bullet holes.

"I lost half my pinky toe and I don't think I can give you anymore babies," Adrian said, flopping onto the couch. His nose was scrunched up and he had a desolate look across his face.

"W-what?" You stuttered out. Your hands were still hovering over his body, slowly unzipping his grey jacket

"Well, last night, when I went to help Peacemaker assassinate a State Senator — or whatever, I got beat up and kidnapped by this little green guy. He was super fast and genuinely terrified me a little bit, but whatever — that's besides the point. The State Senator we tried to assassinate tied me up in his super weird cave, basement thing, and electrocuted my balls to try and get Peacemaker to talk. Which he didn't, by the way. He let the guy kill off all my little guys! And then, when that didn't get Peacemaker to talk, he cut half my pinky toe off."

You stared at Adrian with a look of astonishment with what he had just told you. You never were particularly found of Peacemaker, but what Adrian had told you made the fury you felt towards him grow. How dare he let your husband get tortured?

You gripped onto Adrian's hands, "I'm sorry, baby. Do you need me to help patch you up?"

Adrian shook his head, "Well the people who surrounded Peacemaker's trailer are actually on a team with Peacemaker. So not best friend material by the way. But, they took a look at my toe and stitched it up. But, I still haven't checked to see if I still have balls."

"I could check, if you want. We could also check to see if you can still have kids," You whispered, your index finger trailing down his stomach to his leather belt.

Adrian gulped and shivered underneath you, "Y-Yeah, we should probably test it out. Make sure it still works."

You slowly undid the buckle on Adrian's blue jeans and slowly pushed them down to his ankles. You slowly traced the outline of Adrian's hard cock, causing him to jolt.

" 'M so sensitive, Sweet," Adrian gasped out as you slowly gripped his clothed cock.

"I know, baby. You are doing such a good job for me," You said as you pulled back the tight band of his underwear and begin to uncover his cock.

Adrian was cursing up a storm when the cold air inside the house met his burning cock. You had to place a finger in his mouth — which he immediately began sucking on — and remind him not to wake Anakin. He tried to remain calm, he really did, but then you placed your tongue on the head of his cock and Adrian lost motor function. He had a hand in your hair immediately, gripping your scalp as you slowly took his entire cock into your mouth.

"Fuck, you are so good at that. Y-You are like, the Head Queen. H-Holy shit, keep doing t-that, with your tongue!" Adrian shouted out as slide your tongue up and down his cock. Your spit coating his entire member. Tears were streaming down your face from Adrian's dick hitting the back of your throat.

When he came, it was violent. His hands tugging at your hair so tight, you thought he was going to rip your hair out. His cock shoved so far down your throat, you began gagging on it. His cum was shoved forcefully down your throat, and you swallowed it gratefully. You have his balls each a small kiss, which cause Adrian twitched again, and slowly made your way up to his lips.

"Do you want to see if you can still give me babies?" You asked, as your tongue traced the outline of his lips. You felt Adrian's hands rip your leggings off and he quickly had his fingers inside your cunt.

"Fuck, yeah, Sweet," Adrian mumbled out before flipping you onto your back and taking you on the couch.

The first time you met the task force, it was on accident. You were working a closing shift at Fennel Fields tonight, which meant Adrian had to stay home with the kids. It was a Tuesday night, which is usually the slowest. You were in the back doing your closing duties when Marla tapped you on the shoulder and told you that you had a table. You softened your diner reminiscent dress and dug out your notebook from your apron pockets. Sat in your sections was Peacemaker and three other people you had never met before. You gulped and wiped your sweaty palms on your apron. You were always nervous about serving people you know. You just hoped that they give you a good tip because you are married to their coworker.

"Welcome to Fennel Fields. What can I get y'all to drink?" You said as you approached the table. You gave Chris a knowing smile and turned your attention to the blonde hair lady closest to you. You slowly gathered in everyone's drink order and slivered to the back to prepare it.

Marla was all over you about Peacemaker. It was clear she had a crush on him. (She would not shut up about his biceps). You told her that you would introduce each other later before you grabbed your tray full of drinks. Everyone got a beer expect the dark haired girl, who instead got a glass of wine. You tired to warn her it would be shitty, but she didn't seem to care.

After placing everyone's drinks on the table, you tried to make your escape before Peacemaker reached a hand out. He grabbed your wrist and twirled you back to the table.

"You are Vigilante's wife, right?" Chris asked, letting go of your wrist.

You nodded, "Yes, but please don't say that too loud. Everyone here knows I'm married to... someone else," You didn't know if Adrian had told them his secret identity yet, so didn't want to expose him in case he hadn't gotten around to it yet.

"How? I'm sorry that's rude, but like, how are you married to that psycho?" The other man with the patchy beard spoke up.

You placed your hands on your hips, "I'm sorry, dye-beard. Are you insinuating there is something wrong with my husband?"

This got a chuckle from the two girls and Chris slapped a hand down on the table in laughter. You jumped a little but your hands still remained on your hips in your dominate position. Before you killed Rick James, you would have kept your mouth shut and made some excuse about running to the back. Now, you would snap the neck of anyone who talked ill of your husband.

"She's definitely Vig's wife. Even she can see you have a dye-beard!" Chris shouted, pouting at the fragile man in the corner of the booth who was nursing his beer, trying not to act like his feelings are hurt.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I love my husband and I will defend him to my last breath. It's kind of why I married him," You said looking at Dye-Beard.

Dye-beard set his drink down on the table, "It's okay. I would do the same, if I was married."

The dark haired girl sat next to Chris spoke up, "Your name is Sweet?" Her eyes were directed to the company name tag you wore.

"No, but that's just what everyone calls me. You guys can call me Sweet too, if you want. Plus, I don't think Vigilante will be too happy if I told you my name. You could clearly find out his secret identity."

The blonde girl finally spoke up, "We can easily do that, anyways. We work for the government."

Chris slammed his beer back on to the table, "He told me his name after we got kidnapped. I didn't tell anyone. Wouldn't break the bro code."

You frowned and crossed your arms, "Thank you for that, by the way. Only such a good friend would let their best friend get tortured."

"Hey, they were trying to get information out of me! I — I wasn't going to give up my team!" Chris called out, thankfully keeping his voice low as to not turn heads.

"Whatever, just— be nice to my husband, please. He may not seem like it, but he does actually have feelings. I don't want to hear a negative word about you guys come out of his mouth or I swear I will hunt you to the end of the earth."

The blonde girl chirped up and quirked an eyebrow at you, "Is that a threat?"

"Yes. Now, what can I get y'all to eat."

(You told Adrian about this later. It was after you had returned home from work, and you and Adrian were watching Fargo on the couch. All the kids were fast asleep. You had your back pressed against Adrian's chest and his hand kept getting dangerously close to your pantie covered pussy.

"You know, I met the little group you work with as Vigilante today," You said, arching your back deeper into Adrian's as his index finger ghosted your clit.

"Did they embarrass me? I swear if Chris said some dumb stuff to my wife —," Adrian said as he slid his hand under your panties.

You moaned and arched your back at Adrian's fingers entering your dripping cunt, "No. I insulted Dye-Beard guy because he asked why I was married to you, Chris laughed and said he saw how we were married, and then I yelled at Chris for letting you get tortured. I — ahh — also threatened to kill them if they were mean fo you."

"God, I fucking love you Mrs. Chase," Adrian mumbled into your ear as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. )

You had never felt more anger in your life than when you received a voicemail from the Evergreen City Jail. In a blinding rage, you packed your children into Adrian’s car and rushed to the video store. You drove like a mad man. Tears slowly spilling from your eyes while Silas asked you what was going on in the backseat. You told him that when you arrive at the video store, to take Aurora and himself into the back room and shut the door. Upon arrival, you bursted into the abandoned video store with Anakin strapped to your chest. Silas grabbed Aurora’s hand and quickly scurried off into the back room — ignoring the eyes of the other adults in the room.

Harcourt, Adebayo, and Murn were standing over Economos at his desk. Their heads snapped when they heard the door slam open to see the young girl stomping into the office. Harcourt rolled her eyes and you could notice how Adebayo slowly slipped behind Murn.

You slammed your phone down on the desk and pressed play on the voicemail that Adrian had left you, "Hey, Sweet. Soooo, I might be late for dinner tonight. I might be in prison. But it's okay! I went to go kill Peacemaker's dad because he would be better off without him. I should be out of here tonight, so save my dinner in the fridge, please. Oh! You would love my prison uniform. I wish I had my phone so I can send you a picture of it. You would totally want to fuck me in-,"

"Please turn it off." Harcourt groaned and you hastily grabbed your phone before Adrian could finish his rant about fucking you in his prison uniform. You wondered if he could snag one on his way out.

"Can you please tell me why the fuck my husband is in prison?!" You shouted, covering Anakin's small ears.

"Hey, it's okay. Just calm dow-," Adebayo mumbled out and you jumped at her, not before Harcourt grabbed your shoulder and held you back.

"You have some explaining to do," You looked at Harcourt, before sitting down in front of Economos across the desk.

"Adebayo convinced your husband to kill Peacemaker's father in prison," Economos spoke, looking at you from over his computer.

You shot an evil glare towards Adebayo, hoping maybe you gained superpowers so you can explode her with your mind. Adrian always had the biggest heart and was willing to do anything for the people he loved. How dare someone abused your husband's big heart for their own gain.

"Calm down, Jedi," Harcourt mumbled out.

"My husband is a good man, and how dare you abuse his big heart for your own fucking gain. He has been nothing but manipulated and teased since you guys showed up. He has feelings! You guys may not think he does, but he's still a fucking person. Get my husband out of prison or I swear to fucking god I will kill you all myself," You said, your hands still covering Anakin's young ears.

Economos spoke first, after communicative glances were exchanged between the team, "He should be released within the hour. He was only arrested for resisting arrest and destruction of government property."

You smiled at Economos, "Thank you, Dye-Beard. Silas! Aurora! Let's go!"

Your children came scurrying out of the back room. Economos mumbled out some retort to the insult you hurled at him while you grabbed onto Silas’s hand and ran out of the store.

You dropped your children off with Mrs. Tanner — something you probably should have done since you received the call — before making your way down to the police station. It was dark when you arrived to the station and you pulled Adrian’s jacket tighter around your body to protect yourself from the nipping air. Adrian strolled out of the station. His head was hung low while you slowly made your way over to your husband. You gripped onto his biceps and ghosted your hand over his cheek.

“Hey, baby. Busy day?” You said trying to lighten the mood. You could see the pain in Adrian’s eyes. Did he go through with it, you thought. Did he kill Augie Smith?

“I didn’t kill him,” Adrian mumbled out, still refusing to look you in the eyes. He was ashamed of himself. He made everything worse. It’s all he ever did.

You felt your chest heave in relaxation, “Oh, baby. It’s okay.”

Adrian titled his eyes up to yours. You ran a finger over his lips and cupped his cheek, “I think I might have made things worse.”

Your heart wanted to shatter. You wanted to take Adrian’s pain and blow it up with a grenade, but you couldn’t, so, you just held him. You brought your arms around your husbands neck and squeezed him with all your might. Adrian’s hands found the small of your back, as the always did, and reciprocated the hug. You whispered into his ear how everything was going to be alright, and how Adrian was the best man you know.

You pressed a kiss to Adrian’s lips. It was soft and delicate. Fragile.

“Did you end up stealing a uniform? I would love to see you in one,” You whispered into your husbands ears.

“Naughty girl. Did you see my mugshot?” Adrian mumbled back. His hot breath in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes I did, pretty boy. Now, let’s get home and put our kids to bed so I can pretend to be your arresting officer.”

Adrian slapped your ass. You jolted at the sudden spark sent down your spin, “Let’s go home, Mrs. Chase.”

“It’s Officer Chase, to you.”

When you didn’t hear from your husband for an entire day, you knew something terrible had happened. Then, you saw the news. Peacemaker’s diary was leaked, and he confessed to killing Annie Sturphausen — along with the warrant out for his arrest. You knew when Adrian said he was going to hang out with Chris earlier that morning, nothing good could happen from it. You didn’t hear from Adrian for two days after that. Your children kept wondering where their father was, and you were trying so hard to keep it together. Your anxiety skyrocketed, and you founded a new habit of hyperventilating into Adrian’s shirt until you passed out at nights.

After the third day of no word from Adrian, you decided to call Christopher Smith. Adrian had given you the number — for emergencies — and you never had an inkling to use it, until now. Silas was at school, Aurora was at daycare, and you had dropped Anakin off at Mrs. Tanners for the day. You were grateful that she also agreed to pick Silas and Aurora up later today too.

You paced around the living room while the phone rang in your ear. You were biting at your nails, anxious at the response you would get.

“Hello? Who is this?” Christopher spoke on the other end of the phone.

“Hi, Chris. I-It’s Sweet. I haven’t heard from Adrian in a couple days and I wanted to know if y-you have seen him,” You fumbled out.

“Oh, Sweet,” Your heart dropped at that moment. You felt your knees buckled. No. This can’t be happening. Please, “A-Adrian is in the hospital. H-He got shot, and blown up.”

You shirked and slowly sank onto the couch to avoid collapsing, “Oh my god. Is he okay? W-What room is he in? I’m — I’m on my way.”

Chris told you the room number and you gritted out a thank you. Nothing good ever comes to Adrian Chase with Christopher Smith around. You were angry, frustrated even, at Adrian continuing to put himself in danger for someone who would careless if they died. Adrian deserved better than that. You wished you could show him.

When you arrived to the hospital, Adrian was slowly taking out his IV from his hand. He was going to make a run for it, you figured. You cleared your throat and Adrian’s attention shot to the doorway of his hospital room.

“H-Hey, Sweet,” Adrian fumbled out. He was red from ear to ear, knowing he was about to be in so much trouble.

“What the fuck happened, Addy? I hadn’t heard from you in days. Y-You know the rule. I-I don’t think I ask for much. And you got yourself shot! I’m going to fucking kill this fucking task force you are working with. They don’t care, at all, about your safety. And—,”

Adrian had walked up to the door, favoring his right side, and cupped your cheek with his hand, “I’m okay, Sweet. No need to assassinate some government employees.”

A tear fell down your cheek and Adrian’s thumb caught it, “You were shot, Adrian. And, I didn’t hear from you for days. D-Do you know what it’s like? To have to tell your kids that Daddy can’t tuck them in at night. They missed you so much. Y-You can’t do this to them, to us.”

“I know I messed up, Sweet. But, with Peacemaker on the run, and we had to kill a cow, and we killed Peacemaker’s dad—,”

You placed a hand over his mouth, “If you ever do this again, I will kill your myself, Adrian. Never. Again.”

Adrian quickly nodded in response, wanting to do his best to appease you. You lowered your hand from his mouth and brushed your fingers past the bruise around his eye.

“Let’s go home, Addy. The kids miss you,” You said before slowly kissing your husband.

(A few months later, you found out that Adrian can, in fact, still have children. And a few months after that, you learned you were having twins. Adrian was stoked about this revelation. You, however, were more worried on how you were going to store this many children in a three bedroom home.

Adrian didn’t tell you this yet, but he put a mortgage out a new — five bedroom — home in the outskirts of Evergreen. The realtor told him that it was next to good schools, and the neighborhood was child friendly.

You named your twins Luke and Leia — obviously).

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You look really tired for the actors au? The short ficlet or the bigger universe, whichever!

hey hello!! so this is a prompt fill for the actors au, but not the space actors one (someone else already asked for that!!); this is goes in the same universe as the ficlet up on ao3!

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Actually, the thing that Anakin hates the very most about his job is the goddamn press conferences, the ad hoc interviews, the reporters who darken the room’s doorstep with a story they already know they’ll write, regardless of what Anakin says or does.

All they need is a soundbyte or two, and Anakin hates it.

The movie trailer is out, the movie itself in post-production. Every day, he’s forgetting more and more of the dumb, stilted lines he’d had to memorize for it.

Every day, his co-star kisses them out of his mind until the only thing he can possibly think about is auburn hair and blue eyes.

If only he could find a way to tell Irene, the current reporter, this. It’s not like Obi-Wan and Anakin are in a private relationship. In fact, after Obi-Wan’s stunt in the restaurant six months ago, they’ve been very, very public. Contractually obligated to be public even.

But Irene seems to have temporarily forgotten this. She’s looking at Anakin and Padmé on the couch, and her eyes are narrowed in on the slim amount of space separating them. It’s not their fault they have to sit so close together. There are too many damn pillows on this couch.

This is one of those reporters who knows what story she wants to write, and Anakin knows it all too well. This reporter wants to write a trash-piece for a trash-website, about the chemistry between Padmé and Anakin, the forbidden romance of it all (given that, and this cannot be stressed enough, Anakin is in a relationship), the love that transcended the movie screen.

Anakin has been very, very quiet since the moment he clocked the reporter as one of those. It hadn’t been hard. She’d spent half the introductions stroking over his arm and the other half talking about how thrilled she was for such an unconventional romance to be shown on screen.

What is so unconventional about Anakin and Padmé’s characters kissing, Anakin doesn’t understand.

“Excuse me, I’m so sorry,” Padmé says suddenly. Her phone is ringing. Anakin silently begs her to stay, but Padmé is singularly incapable of ignoring a ringing phone. “I need to take this, I’ll be right back.”

The reporter croons and fusses and tells her to hurry, but there’s something very hungry in her eyes when she turns back to Anakin.

Padmé, please hurry, he thinks to himself and slouches back further into the couch.

“You’ve been so quiet, Ani!” Irene tells him.

“Uh,” Anakin says. “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“You look really tired,” the reporter agrees, and Anakin is offended on behalf of the make-up team who spent at least thirty minutes trying to cover up the shadows under his eyes. There’s a flicker of movement at the door Padmé had exited through, but it’s been much too short of a time for her to have finished her call, so Anakin doesn’t bother looking away from the reporter.

“Thanks,” he says. “That’s sweet.”

“Up too late…running lines with a certain co-star actress?”

Anakin blinks and furrows his brow. “The movie’s finished being filmed. Why would we be running lines?”

She smiles, and it’s a hungry, bloodless thing. “Oh? Were you up all night doing something else with her?”

“I believe,” says a very welcome and beautiful and familiar voice, “that would actually be my job.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi flops onto the sofa next to him, all purposeful indolence and spread limbs. Anakin relaxes at the sight of him, going so far as to move over so that their legs brush together from hip to knee.

“You’re out early,” Anakin says. Not that he’s complaining. He thinks they should definitely be doing more interviews with the three of them all together, seeing as how they’re basically the main characters in the movie, but every time the executives say no.

Apparently it’s alright when Anakin and Obi-Wan are pictured being loved up in front of various restaurants and bars around the city, but sit them next to each other in an interview and suddenly all the footage is unusable.

“Mr. Kenobi,” Irene says between gritted teeth. Anakin huffs and sits up straight because that’s not nearly enough respect in her tone. She’s gotta learn to separate reality from fiction: Obi-Wan isn’t a villain, he just sometimes likes to play one.

Yes, sometimes when the cameras aren’t rolling.

But Anakin’s into that.

“And before you ask, yes, I did keep him up far too late last night,” Obi-Wan tells her, wrapping an arm around the back of Anakin’s shoulders and pulling him closer to his body so that he’s half on top of him. “We were celebrating.”

“Celebrating?” The reporter asks, even if it’s clear she doesn’t want to.

“Six months,” Anakin says before Obi-Wan can, and he tilts his head up for a kiss.

The reporter looks like she’s swallowed a lemon. “There are some people who believe the two of you are faking it,” she announces, as if Anakin cares what some people believe.

“That’s ridiculous,” Obi-Wan seems to be on the same page. “And anyway, even if we were to begin with—” they hadn’t been, Anakin had insisted on trying this for real and Obi-Wan hadn’t protested at all— “then we certainly wouldn’t still be doing it after six months.”

“The press circuits—”

“I mean,” Obi-Wan says as if she has not said anything at all, “he’s quite lovable, isn’t he? After six months pretending to be in love with him, I probably would have actually gotten there. What do you think, darling?”

Obi-Wan’s slate blue eyes have a special sort of super power: the ability to drag any sort of truth from Anakin, no matter the setting. “I thought I was in love with you when I was fifteen and you were a poster on my bedroom wall,” he admits. “I had no idea though.”

Obi-Wan grins and presses a kiss onto Anakin’s forehead. He likes that sort of admission, but then, he was a child star who practically grew upin the limelight. Of course he enjoys a bit of an ego stroke.

“Oh no,” Padmé says from the doorway. “It appears my seat has been stolen.”

Lazily, Obi-Wan tilts his head to look at her. “Apologies, darling,” he drawls, hand slipping low and proprietary over Anakin’s chest. “Only, I am the villain.”

#asks #prompt fill #actually i dont know if this has a tag on tumblr if it does i have not been able to find it #which to be fair isn't saying much but still #anyway theyre famous assholes in this #sorta similar to the first prompt fill obi-wan is acting here to be more of an asshole than normal #because he can tell anakin is uncomfy #and anakin is just absolutely always ready to accept kisses and affection from obi-wan #no matter the setting #obikin #co-stars au

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