hi there again <3 i couldnt find your rules page and i dont know anything about jj or rafe unfortunately but i do have a modern anakin skywalker prompt for whenever if u want it ?
smthn about how the neighbors can hear you and anakin fight outside , arguing over the stupidest things at the mailboxes or getting into/out of the car . only to hear you two loudly fuck out your feelings to make up later .
- anakincentric
that’s ok !!!! ani is ofc welcome hehehe,, and i should prob work on a rules page soon oops 😵💫
but yes omg . the neighbours standing by their window nosily watching you traipse after anakin as the two of you walk to the car. you’re being petty, kicking up grass and huffing on the lawn, making anakin turn around to face you with a stern expression. “c’mon, no more. you wanna act out? you can stay home.” he tries to keep his voice quiet, never wanting to make a scene. you clench your fists at your side, standing in front of him. you had so much anger and nowhere to put it, blinking back bratty tears and swaying on your feet.
“y’not listening! you’re just storming off! s’making me really mad ani!” you raise your voice, not caring who hears. the taller boy, of course doesn’t like this — stepping up to you and tilting his head, speaking to you calmly and quietly— something the neighbours can’t hear from their window. judging from your reaction, you got your ass handed to you because you get mad and pouty, stomping your way to the car and silently climbing in, making sure to slam the door. anakins following behind, standing back for a moment to shake his head and run his hand over his face before following you, the scolding ensuing in the car.
but the two of you leave no room to give the neighbours any inkling that the two of you share a “troubled relationship” of any kind, because a few hours later when the two of you return in the evening, like clockwork, your neighbour watches through the window once more as anakin ushers you to the front door, you clinging off his arm all happy and gooey eyed, shortly followed by the thin walls of their home shaking from the slamming of your bedframe and your incessant squeals.
“please daddy, please i need it, please!” you’re sobbing, voice clear as day despite your slurring.
“you’re gonna lay back and take what i give you, yeah? m’not letting a little brat tell me what to do baby. be good.”
poor neighbour knows when they’ll be facing a sleepless night.
