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I'm gonna make a request again (sorry your last one was too good for me not to ask again) but this time for a jealous Joel! Maybe the reader and him have been friends for a while and she's oblivious to his flirting and she finally lands a date? How it goes from there can be up to you! I just love the jealous and possessive trope.

The Jealousy Bug

Pairing: Jealous!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Hi!! I'm so sorry this took me so long to write, but thank you for the request!! I hope you like it!! I got a lil carried away... hope its not too much smut.

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(Reader and Joel live in Jackson, amid the apocalypse)

Word count: 6.8K (oof)

Warnings: 18+ only, MDNI!! Smut smut smut. P in V sex (likely unprotected but not specified. Its an apocalypse, yo.), masturbation (m and f), sort of dubcon? voyeurism?? sorta?, kissing, talk of genitals and arousal, horny behavior. Explicit language and mean names. Alcohol. Violence: infected, guns, punching, mention of a knife. Joel is kind of a jerk sometimes. Possessive. Mentions of loss and grief (all within S.1 of TLOU). I haven't played part II yet so we're just gonna ignore what we know happens there. Joel and Ellie are happy in Jackson. Joel and Reader are friends and sort of neighbors. Clueless idiots in love. A total asshole of a guy in the town. Lil bit of fluff/romance? Mention of bugs (pill bugs), but not in a gross way. If I missed anything, please let me know, and I apologize!

Other Stuff: Avoidance of reader descriptors, other than reader is AFAB. Mentions of having hair on the noggin. She/her pronouns. Reader is clueless and also clumsy as hell. Reader also drinks coffee and alcohol. Italics indicate thoughts.

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It was around 4PM when you filed into the community center for another mandatory patrol meeting. It may be an apocalypse, but even now, you wished this meeting could have been an email instead. Alas, that was a thing of the past, and you were unfortunately stuck listening to the usual spiel about necessary vs. unnecessary items to raid… The importance of remembering to ABC, “Always Be Cautious,” plants that can and can't be eaten, etc.

You sat in your usual spot, the back row next to Joel Miller. A year ago when you first moved to this town, first started patrol, you came into this very room not knowing anyone. Friend groups stuck together, each of the two front rows filled, yet a few empty spaces here and there. Instead, you walked towards the back of the room. A handsome man, who you soon learned was named Joel, sat by himself, three rows back, behind the last full aisle. He was alone. The whole aisle of chairs was empty. He sat with his arms crossed, and you could tell based on his posing that he was not the social type.

You were feeling a bit nervous, having finally found a sort of civilization in this mess, and hoping the people of Jackson accept you and not just shoot you, like most camps do when they see unknown faces. Unsure where to sit, you continued to head towards the back, slightly drawn to the gorgeous gray-haired man in the last row. Not wanting to intrude, you sat at the far end from Joel. You could feel his eyes on you as you sat, but you didn't dare look over and make eye contact. Years of survival instincts have told you that, especially when someone doesn't want to be bothered.

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When you first walked into the room, Joel looked up. He sat in the back row, as usual, not wanting to get close to anyone. However, even if he did, nobody gave him the time of day. They have heard stories of what he’s done, they have seen him around town, often grumbling about something. They could tell he wanted to be left alone and they had no interest in testing how badly he wanted to be left alone.

Joel found it easier to not form connections. Tommy kept telling him to make friends, come around more, socialize in the town. But Joel had learned over the years why making connections never ends well. All he has is Tommy and Ellie, and neither of those were his initial decision, but Tommy is his only family, and somehow he let himself care for Ellie.

But when Joel saw you… there was a flash of longing. He saw you smile gently at Tommy with a small wave. He could see you shrink walking to your seat past the cliques. You were beautiful, and if it were pre-pandemic, you'd be the exact type he'd probably take interest to.

But those days are over.

Or… so he thought.

He set his eyes back down on his hands in his lap, avoiding eye contact with you when you sat down at the end of the row from him.

Why did she sit so far away? Am I that horrible to be around? His heart questioned.

You don't want to be near people anyway. Good she sat far away. Leave me alone. His brain tried to argue.

Tommy droned on and on, the meeting nearing an hour by now, and you could feel Joel’s eyes on the side of your face every few minutes. You don't know why he kept staring, but it made you feel nervous. Did you have something on your face or clothes? Did you smell bad?

Tommy knew his brother well, sometimes more than Joel likes to admit out loud, and as he talked, he took note of Joel’s staring. At first his expression looked confused, maybe irritated or disgusted. Then it looked slightly… disappointed. But he kept stealing glances your direction, and so with a smirk, Tommy assigned the two of you to be on patrol together. Joel questioned his reasoning afterward, but he knew there was no point arguing with his brother.

After that day, you patrolled together. You both went to the bar with the group after meetings. You sat closer and closer to Joel. You managed to get some words out of him, and he listened to you chatter on. But it was when you brought him a cup of coffee before patrol one morning that he finally let down his guard. His heart had betrayed his defenses.

“What's this?” He asked, gruffly.

“Coffee, Joel…” you replied with a joking eye roll. “It's black. I know you don't like anything in it.”

He took a sip, shocked to taste that you actually knew how he took his coffee. “How did you know that?”

“I notice things Joel.” You patted his shoulder, walking towards the group.

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Now, a year later, the two of you were very close friends. You still surprised him with things you remembered or noticed, but much to his chagrin, the one thing you didn't pick up on were his advances. He'd call you pet names, be sweet to you, treat you like a gentleman, flirt a little, and it was like talking to a robot. You were clueless.

Tonight's meeting finally ended, the large group heading outside to the chill fall air. “You wanna get drinks with the patrol squad?” you asked Joel.

“Wouldn't miss it,” he winked at you, putting his leather jacket on his shoulders.

Although you went as a group, ultimately you and Joel spent most of the nights in your own little bubble, occasionally making space in your circle for Tommy, or Maria if she joined.

Tonight, the two of you sat at the bar, the patrol group spread throughout the room at different tables. Joel excused himself to use the restroom, and while he was gone, Jimmy, one of the other patrol members approached you. Hurrying before Joel returned, he flirted and asked you out on a date. You told him you'd think about it, that you weren't sure if you were ready for a relationship after years of caution.

Not technically a lie, you thought. Although you really just weren't ready for a relationship because your heart was already taken by your handsome best friend.

Joel returned just in time to see Jimmy walking away. “What did he want?” Joel grumbled. “Ah nothin, just wanted to say hi while getting a drink,” you lied. Joel accepted this answer and the two of you drank into the night. At the end of the evening, you seemed pretty drunk. Jimmy offered to walk you home, but before you had a chance to reply, Joel replied for you.

“I'll take her home, thanks.” He bit, turning you away from Jimmy. “I don't like the idea of that boy walkin’ you home. Don't trust ‘im. ‘Specially not when you're in this condition,” he wrapped an arm around you, shuffling you toward the door.

“You don't think I can handle myself, Joel?” You asked him, pulling away, a little bit irritated at him treating you like a weakling. “I seem to do just fine on patrol,” you argued.

“I know that, sugar. I didn't mean it like that. I just don't trust that guy. Heard how he goes through women. Don't want him trying’ anything with you,” he brushed his hand over your hair, causing you to soften at his words and actions.

You gasped lightly. “Is THE Joel Miller… jealous?” You knew he wasn't, but why not test the waters?

“What? Jealous? Of what? No ‘m not.” he balked. “Just lookin’ out for you…”

“Mmhm… you just wanna be the only big strong man walking me home, huh?” You teased, tripping over your own feet.

Joel caught you in his arms. “Big strong man, huh? ‘S that what you think of me?”

Shit… did I say that? You panicked. Maybe I'm more drunk than I thought…

Deciding to tease it off, you replied, “well you do always seem to catch me when I fall…” with a wink.

Falling in more ways than one… you thought, frustrated.

He rubbed his neck with the hand not holding you upright. You could almost see a pink tinge to his cheeks.

No, that has to be the lights playing tricks on my eyes… you thought. No way Joel Miller was blushing at your words.

“I kinda have to, ya big klutz. Practically a liability. I oughta tell Tommy to add a safety section on patrolling with you,” he bantered.

“Ah, shut up” you laughed with a push, causing yourself to lose balance instead of Joel. He just gave a knowing look, causing you both to laugh as you continued walking, now side by side instead of him holding you up.

After a few moments of silence, you spoke up. “You know, I could've walked myself home, Joel,” you stumbled, giggling.

“Whoa there, sweetheart.” He wrapped his arms around you again, propping you up. “Don't worry about it. Let's just get you home. You've had way too much to drink.”

“You're so sweet Joel,” you pouted at him, booping his nose. “Joelly Joel.” You giggled. “Jolly Joelly.” Another giggle. “I dunno why people think you're so grumpy. I think you're just a big teddy bear,” you closed your eyes, leaning your head on his shoulder while he stumbled forward, trying to keep you upright.

“Who says I'm grumpy, darlin’?” He tilted his head towards you, smirking. “The whole town, silly. Silly Joelly. Joely-poly.” You gasped abruptly, causing Joel to jerk and turn to face you. “What? What is it?” His hand reached for his knife on his hip. Old habits die hard.

“Joely-poly!!” You squealed. “Awe! Roly-polies. Remember those!? I used to love them when I was little.” You pouted. “Before this whole world went to shit.”

Joel thought back to the little pill bugs, playing in the dirt with them when he was younger. Teaching his own daughter about them. His heart aches for what he lost, but he also thinks of Ellie. He bets she would love the little bugs too.

“That's a cute nickname for you,” you smiled. “They're so cute. Just,” you booped his nose. “Like.” Boop. “You,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Another gasp from your lips.

He flinched again. “Darlin’, if you don't quit that I swear-”

“Joeeeel!” You pouted. “Do you think the roly-polies all died off with the infection!?” Your eyes welled up.

“Oh, sweetheart, don't cry. There's probably still some out there. Bugs could get cordyceps long before the fungus attacked humans, and they were still alive back then.” You looked up into his deep brown eyes through your fluttering lashes. “You really think so?” You leaned in, placing both your hands on his cheeks. His breath caught in his chest. “Darlin’, you drank a lot tonight-” you cut off his sentence, running your hands down his neck, resting your palms on his chest. His heart was beating a mile a minute. If he didn't know better, he'd worry his heart would leap out and fly away.

Your eyes lit up and you slid off his chest, lowering clumsily to the ground and gripping his sides for balance. You were now on your knees, eye level with his crotch, hands on his hips. His breath was ragged and his stomach full of twirling butterflies. “Wh-what do you think you're doin’?” He asked nervously. You looked up at him with big eyes, your hands slowly falling down from his hips to his thighs as you tried to balance yourself in your drunken state. He couldn't help but feel his pants begin to tent at the position you were in. He would never take advantage of you in your current state, but trying to ignore the desire brewing in his body after so many months of unrequited feelings was challenging. Did you finally see his advances for what they were? Feelings instead of friendliness?

You grinned up at him, finally regaining balance. “I'm gonna go look for ‘em!” you turned and waddled away on your knees, heading a couple feet away, towards a patch of flowers off the path.

She just needed to use me as a ladder, or what…? Joel thought to himself with a sigh and shaking his head in disappointment, his sexual frustration at its breaking point.

You crawled forward, falling onto your hands and knees in the soft dirt. Joel quickly stepped forward to try and grab you but realized, despite your lack of grace, you meant to do that. “Ugh… darlin', it's dark out here. It's cold. You're drunk. Let's get you home.”

“I'm looking for buggies, Joel!!” You leaned towards a leaf, arching downward so that your face was closer to the ground, ass up.

“Oh, have mercy…” Joel groaned under his breath, his eyes drifting downward. Your ass was up in the air, facing him, the fabric of your dress having fallen forward towards your front. Your light pink panties were on full display for Joel, leaving little to his imagination in this position. Joel subtly adjusted his pants, looking up to the sky and shaking his head in a silent plea.

You whined. “Joel, I don't see any.” You leaned farther forward, wiggling your butt somehow higher. Joel looked around, panicked at the thought that someone else might see you in this position. But luckily, you were close to your house and it was just the two of you out here. He turned back to you again. “I think it's time you get up and we go in-” you moved further forward, the streetlight shining above you and illuminating your ass. Joel tried to be a gentleman, but his eyes betrayed him. As he snuck another glance, he couldn't help but notice a little wet spot over the crotch of your panties. “In-inside…” he finished his sentence, words catching in his throat. He gulped, trying to divert his eyes.

Taking a shaky breath and stepping forward, trying to ignore the throbbing need in his pants, he lightly grabbed your arm. “It's time to go sweetheart. The bugs are sleepin’ I think.”

You looked at him and smiled mischievously. “I know, Joel,” you winked. Jumping up, you scampered towards your house, leaving Joel to wonder what the hell just happened.

“Woman's gonna be the death of me,” Joel muttered under his breath to himself. He caught up to you, just as you both approached your house. “Joel, I don't wanna go home. Can't I stay with you? And Ellie?” you batted your eyelashes at him. He rubbed his neck. “Ellie's with a friend tonight. But, you do have a point. You probably shouldn't be left by yourself in this state. Don't want you gettin’ hurt, or sick, and bein’ all alone.”

“Such a gentleman, Joel.” You touched his bicep, the two of you walking towards Joel's house across the street.

Hardly, he thought, grimacing at the reason he was aching in his trousers, feeling like an old creep, and a terrible excuse for a friend.

Once inside Joel's house, he gave you a baggy sleep shirt and a glass of water with some crackers to help with the alcohol. You changed, brushed your teeth with a spare toothbrush, and used the restroom. He let you have his bed, while he took the couch down the hall, scrunching his legs up to barely fit.

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Joel tried his hardest to ignore what he saw earlier and just go to bed, but the aching only continued, making it impossible to sleep. Sure that you must have fallen asleep by now, tucked away in his bed down the hall, he quietly reached into his pajama bottoms and boxers, pulling out his rock-hard penis. Even the mere touch of removing himself from his pants caused him to hiss, so worked up he could have cum just watching you bent over earlier.

He was a gentleman, but he was still a man, and one that hadn't been with a woman in a very long time. With as many people as he'd lost by one means or another, he'd told himself he wouldn't get close to anyone else. Sarah's mom. Sarah. Tess. Bill and Frank. Sam and Henry. He almost thought he had lost Tommy before Jackson, too. It was against his wishes that Ellie crawled her way into his heart, and then he almost lost her as well. He was beginning to think maybe it was him. He was cursed, doomed to have anyone he loved ripped away from him.

Which is why when you came to Jackson, he tried his best to ignore you. But you always greeted him, cheerful and sweet, like a little ball of sunshine that was somehow untarnished by the storm clouds of an apocalypse.

He was irritated to realize that he had made room in his heart for you. You caused an ache in his heart that yearned to be filled. A missing piece in his soul. A place for him to someday fit, tangled between sheets and loving words. It had been about a year since you moved to Jackson, and he still feared getting too close to you, yet he would try his hardest to woo you the way a gentleman should. Sweet nicknames, flirting, gentle touches. You never picked up on it. Whether or not you felt the same, he stupidly fell in love. Unsure if it was mutual, yet pretty sure it wasn't after all this time, he tried to ignore the dirty thoughts revolving around you when the late-night urges would hit him. Somehow it felt wrong.

But tonight, it was hard to avoid. Having you touch him. His face, his neck, his chest, his hips, his thighs. Kneeling eye level with his crotch. Slinking away, sticking your barely covered ass in the air, letting your wet panties be shown to him and only him. He couldn't get you out of his head as he stroked himself. First slowly, but then harder and faster, trying to reach his climax with the thought of him burying himself in that sweet spot underneath your wet underwear. How he longed to see you with his own eyes, begging for him.

He tried to be quiet, to keep himself hidden from you down the hall, but the noise of skin on skin grew slightly louder with each of his quiet moans and panting breaths that managed to slip from his lips. Imagining himself buried deep inside you, taking you from behind in the same position he saw you in earlier, imagining the tight grip around him and the slick noises he could only fantasize about. He could practically hear you moaning and sighing, the sound seeping from his subconscious to the living room. He pumped harder, swirling his thumb around the head, drooling with precum, as his climax grew closer. He could feel his strokes becoming less controlled and his balls pulling upward as he began to shoot load after load of white hot release up under his shirt onto his stomach. Stroking himself through it, he milked his last few ropes of cum out before laying back to catch his breath, slowly tucking himself back away in his pants.

Coming back to his senses, he realized the sounds of your moans and whimpers that he was imagining were still happening. Taken out of his fantasies when he finished, there was no reason for the sounds to still be in his head. Needing to grab a cloth from the linen closet down the hall anyway, he walked, nearing his bedroom door, and heard the unmistakable sound of you pleasuring yourself. Quietly, he padded down the hallway, closer to the door. He could tell you were trying to be quiet, but could still hear you, soft whimpers and pants, surrounded by wet schlick noises.

Fuck, he thought. He could feel himself already getting excited again, despite having just released a few minutes ago. He desperately wanted to join you in his bed, or at the least, stand by the door and listen to your sounds while pleasuring himself, but he wasn't going to be a creep, nor scare you to death. You were still his friend. Even if he did want to move the couch across the living room to hear you better.

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Meanwhile in Joel's room, you had tried to sleep. You really had. But tossing and turning, each roll causing your nose to be surrounded with his scent, you were thrown into a frenzy, like an animal in heat. Each smell of his cologne, shaving cream, deodorant, and natural body scent that you picked up from his bed sent a wave of arousal directly to your core. You wondered how many times he'd pleasured himself in this bed and how frequently. You wondered if he ever thought of you while doing it, imagining himself buried deep to the hilt inside of you, each drag of his cock more perfect than the last, much like you were imagining now.

You would be lying if you didn't say there were a lot of handsome men in Jackson. Granted, you had been without romance for a very long time, but still. Many of them were single, and some of them were very sweet and friendly. Yet for some strange reason, your heart had been drawn to Joel. The first moment you saw him, with his silvery curls and his grumpy face, his shining brown eyes and his patched beard, you were smitten. You were a bit disappointed that he seemed to be a massive grump, but despite what everyone said, he was always nice to you. Granted, you were always nice to him, so why should he be anything less, right?

He was always a total gentleman, calling you names like darlin’ and sweetheart, his southern drawl pulling you in like a lasso. His care for his unofficially-adopted daughter warmed your heart, and you could see he was a real family man from both their relationship, and the one he shared with his brother. It warmed your heart, especially when you befriended Tommy and Ellie, getting to hear them talk about Joel. Seeing the love they feel, even if they give him a hard time sometimes. You didn't see how people felt Joel was cruel or heartless, even with the stories you heard. Times were rough, and people did what they had to for survival.

You were always too chicken to make a move, and you figured he wouldn't be interested anyway. Surely him calling you those names and being sweet with you was just his Southern gentlemanly nature, right? You were nice to him, he was nice to you.

So tonight, when Jimmy, the local heartthrob in town, asked you on a date, you told him you'd think about it and let him know. Yeah, you claimed you weren't sure how you felt about relationships after all the world had become. Truth was, you wanted a last chance with Joel before throwing in the towel and settling for Jimmy.

Sure, Jimmy was handsome. Blonde hair, blue eyes, rugged, yet boyish. Several of the women in town had crushes on him, and he had had several of the women in town. You weren't clueless to the rumors about his playboy behavior. But it had been a while and well, you weren't getting any younger. It might be nice to have a partner, even if he did only want a short little fling.

So throwing back a few drinks, you decided you needed the liquid courage to finally make a move at Joel. One last effort to get his attention. You still didn't want to say anything to him, lest it ruin your current friendship that had grown so strong, but you could certainly use your body to entice a little. Drinking just enough to be brave, yet not so drunk that you were completely out of it, you gave an impression you were much drunker than you were, and needed Joel to help you out. Jimmy had almost been the one to walk you home, to your disappointment, before Joel stepped in, seeming slightly irritated about Jimmy's offer.

Yet after practically waving your ass in his face, showing him your panties (which you were sure looked wet), being inches from his crotch at knee height, and hanging on him all the way home, to now sleeping in his house and his bed, you were quite sure he didn't feel the same. Obviously his gestures were pure gentlemanly charm if he didn't bite after tonight's show.

So you tried to sleep, still a little drunk, but getting drunker off his scent. You tried to ignore the ache between your legs but the thought of him in this bed, groaning as his hand pumped his member to completion, made you throb. Soaked and antsy, you finally gave in and stuck your hand under the waistband of your panties. You let your imagination run wild, picturing him taking you in this bed, bringing you to bliss more than once. You could practically hear him groaning and panting, the sound seeping from your subconscious to the bedroom.

Tomorrow you would likely tell Jimmy yes. But tonight, you would try your best to get Joel out of your system, one stroke of your fingers at a time. But as you finished, coming with a whisper of Joel's name under your breath, you could still hear the groans and pants from Joel. Climbing out of bed, you moved to the door, pressing your ear against it. You could just barely hear the sounds of him panting and groaning, intermittent with the fapping of skin on skin. Delightedly surprised, you listened harder, feeling your pussy drool at the thought. How desperately you wanted to go out into the living room and climb on top of him. But he might not want that… he probably just couldn't sleep. Probably nothing to do with the scene you put on earlier. So instead, you slinked back to his bed, opting for round two.

At some point, the two of you fell asleep, panting and writhing with the self-induced pleasure, and the sound of each other through the door.

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The next morning, you awoke, walking down the hall to see Joel in his pajama bottoms and no shirt, making coffee. Your eyes scanned his broad shoulders and back, naked and tan. Bringing you back to last night's events, you felt your breath catching in your chest.

“M-morning” you stuttered out, nervously.

Joel jumped, having not heard you. He turned, greeting you with a good morning. A faint blush crept across his cheeks and he quickly turned his head to pour a cup of coffee, offering you some as well. Thanking him, the two of you sipped in silence, both stealing glances at the other and thinking of the night before. Both of you felt like you had a dirty little secret the other didn't know.

“Thanks again for taking care of me last night,” you added. In more ways than one, you thought.

“Of course, darlin’. Couldn't have you walkin’ home all alone or getting sick in the middle of the night. You're always welcome here,” he smiled.

“Well, I guess I better head to my house now,” you sighed. “See you later at patrol?”

“Course. Take care, sugar.” He brushed his hand over your arm. That's new… you thought. But still, probably friendly, unfortunately.

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Hours later, you show up to patrol, noticing Joel hasn't arrived yet. Still a few minutes early, you look at the map, thinking over the route. You felt a tap on your shoulder, and turned around to see Jimmy.

“Hey, Jimmy,” you greeted, feeling slightly awkward. You assumed he probably wanted (and deserved) an answer. You rubbed your arm nervously, staring at the ground, wondering what to tell him. He was handsome, you thought, and you weren't getting anywhere with Joel.

“Did you, uh” Jimmy scratched behind his ear, “give any more thought to that date?”

Geesh. Not a lot of thinking time here…

“I did,” you replied. “I think… My answer is yes. I'll go out with you.” You felt a pang of regret in your stomach, but you wanted a connection, and you just weren't getting that from Joel, despite what you wanted to think from last night.

Jimmy grinned. “Really?” He picked up your hand, holding it in his. “That's great. I know you have patrol today, but maybe Friday? I'll meet you at your house at 6?”

“Sure,” you gave a small fake smile. “Sounds great.” He still held your hand, warm and soft and nothing like the rugged, large, callused hands of hard-working Joel. Although Joel has never held your hand, the times he's touched your arms, or held you up on your walk from the bar, he left a trail of goosebumps and butterflies in his wake, despite being warm to the touch.

Jimmy went to kiss your hand, just as Joel walked up. “What’s goin’ on here, huh?” He asked, seeming almost… angry, looking from Jimmy, to your connected hands, over to your face. “Joel,” Jimmy dropped your hand, giving Joel a curt nod.

“Jimmy..” Joel replied, teeth clenched.

“I'll see you Friday,” Jimmy smiled at you, touching your shoulder before walking away.

“What did that little asshole want?” Joel growled.

“Geez Joel, chill out. What's your problem? I'm not allowed to talk to people?” You crossed your arms.

“I toldja last night. I don't trust that kid. Too busy sleepin’ around with the whole town. What's he talkin’ to you for?” Joel furrowed his brow, looking over at Jimmy across the room, now talking to some of the other patrolmen.

“Gosh Joel.. seriously what is wrong with you? First of all, he's hardly a kid. He's at least in his thirties. Second of all, everyone he's been with, I'm sure has been consensual, otherwise Tommy would have kicked him out of the town. And lastly, but probably more important. What do you mean “what is he talking to you for?” You mocked in a deep voice. “Like I'm the only option he has left? Like I'm not deserving of a man talking to me? Not that it’s any of your business, friend, but for your information, Jimmy is taking me on a date on Friday. So fuck off, Joel.” You started to stomp away angrily, grabbing your pack off the desk.

“The fuck he is,” Joel muttered under his breath, so quiet you didn't hear and grabbing his pack as well.

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Five hours. Five hours of riding in complete silence, checking out abandoned buildings in complete silence, and taking breaks in complete silence. Even your first patrol wasn't this quiet, and you couldn't help but feel like he was somehow angry at you.

As irritated as you were with him, not talking to him somehow felt worse. This wasn't like him. Is this the grumpy side everyone talks about? Is this Joel, the asshole you have yet to meet?

Feeling confused, your eyes started to cloud, slightly teary with anger and sadness, yet also a bit of dread at going out with Jimmy. You blinked your eyes, sorting through the abandoned drug store you and Joel were in.

Finding some condoms on a shelf, you threw them in your pack. “What're you doin’?” Joel asked. “Those can't be sold, didn't you pay attention to Tommy? They're rarely effective this old.”

“Yes I paid attention, Joel. I know they can't be sold. They're for me. I figured it's better than nothing,” you replied bitterly. “I have a date in a couple days, I want to be prepared,” you scowled. Joel’s jaw clenched, but he didn't say anything, instead turning to look the other direction of the aisle.

Crouched down to search the bottom shelf for other items, Joel was still turned away from you, keeping lookout on the other end of the aisle.

You didn't even hear the stalker leap around the corner from the shadows and pounce on you. It opened its mouth, fungal strands spreading from its mouth towards your face. Pure fear pulsed through your veins.

“Joel!!!!!” You cried out, using all your strength to try and push the infected off of your body, but it was too strong.

You screamed and kicked, struggling to break free, when Joel fired his shotgun, shooting the enemy in the head and immediately running over to you. Throwing the infected off of your body as if it was weightless, Joel scooped you into his arms. His lips moved but you heard nothing. Your ears rang, high pitched squeals from adrenaline, fear, shock, and the bang of the shotgun.

Joel pawed over your body, roughly inspecting you for bites and wounds in a frenzy. When he didn't find any, he held you in his arms again. “It's okay baby, it's okay. You're alright sweetheart. Come back to me, it's okay. You're okay.” Your hearing must have returned. He rocked you, tears welling from your eyes and his. “You're okay. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.” He kissed your ear and the side of your head, still rocking you in a hug, sitting on the floor, inches from the now-dead infected. The two of you needed to get out of here, but neither of you could move yet.

Finally you spoke. “Why are you sorry Joel?” You asked with a sniffle. You wrapped your arm around his back, the other hand finding the back of his head, gripping his curls gently.

“I'm sorry for how I've been actin’ all day. I'm sorry I didn't see that stalker before he attacked. I'm sorry for being so possessive earlier. I'm sorry,” he held you tighter.

You pulled back to look into his eyes. “Joel, you couldn't have heard or seen that stalker. That's what they do best. You saved me and that's all that matters. As for earlier, you were being an asshole, and it did really hurt my feelings. All this time people have said you're such a jerk, and I didn't see it,” you pulled away from his grip, “but today I did.” You looked at your lap. “Don't I deserve to go on a date? Don't I deserve to have someone love me?” You picked at the hem of your pants, avoiding his eye contact.

“Oh, darlin', I'm so sorry. I never meant for you to feel that way. I just - you deserve something real, not a hookup like that guy wants. I know his type. He'll sleep with you and toss you aside. You deserve to be treated like a lady.”

You snorted. “Yeah, Joel. That's how things are nowadays, too. Gentleman just waiting to sweep me off my feet. Shit, you literally just saved me from near-death, something that happens all the time today, and yet you're saying I deserve love? To find romance? Yeah, right.”

Joel didn't say anything. He just looked into your eyes, lips pursed and moving to the side in thought. His eyes drifted to your lips and back up to your sight.

You continued. “I don't even like Jimmy,” you said quietly. “I like someone else, but I just got tired of waiting and wanted some kind of connection. Even if it's just a night in bed.” At the last part of your sentence, Joel grimaced, almost in pain. And then he thought.

“Wait,” he sat back a little, scanning your face. “Who do you like?”

You gulped. Why not a little more adrenaline? “Well, it was you, until you started acting like an asshole. But I realized you probably didn't feel the same way a while ago. Especially after I practically threw myself at you last night.”

“Threw yourself at me last night? What are you talkin’ about? You were drunk,” Joel answered.

“I wasn't that drunk, Joel. My movements were pretty planned. The placement of my touches on your body. My ass angled up in your direction. I wanted you,” you added, pointedly.

Joel looked like he was solving a complicated math problem. “So you… last night when you… I heard you, in bed, pleasurin’ yourself. Were you… thinking about me?”

You looked up at him in shock and panic. “You heard me?” You asked in a frantic whisper.

“Yeah, I uh… I did. I got up to get a towel and heard your uh… sounds” he cleared his throat.

“I guess I should tell you then that I heard you too,” you said with a smirk.

Joel swallowed, hard. “Y-ya heard me?”

“Yep” you replied, popping your lips on the p sound.

Joel had nothing to lose at this point. “I was thinking about you,” he proclaimed. “Thinkin’ bout that wet spot on your panties when you flashed your ass in the air. Wishin’ I was buried inside you.” He ran his hand across your thigh.

Your breathing picked up. “I was thinking about you too. Wishing you'd bust through that door and take me in your bed, running my nails down your back as we came together…” you mimicked the motion with your fingers down his jacket-clad back.

“Fuck,” he hissed, eyes closing. You glanced down at the noticeable bulge in his jeans. “I like you too, I just never thought you felt the same. Y’never seemed to pick up on any of my sweet talkin’ or my names for ya.”

“I just figured you were being nice,” you replied, glancing back into his eyes.

“You should know by now, I'm only nice to you,” he growled. “I'm sorry I ruined that today,” he glanced at your mouth, licking his lips. “Was just jealous. Want you all for myself,” he stroked your thigh again.

You sighed at the feeling, pulling him by his collar to kiss him deeply. The kiss was frantic and rough, both of you trying to get as much of each other as possible, a year of build-up boiling at the surface. Teeth clashed and tongues danced and you pulled each other closer, grasping at clothes and skin.

The two of you broke the kiss, needing a gasp of air. You started to take off your shirt when Joel stopped you. “Whoa, darlin'. I want you just as bad, but not here,” he gestured to the old building. “It's dangerous, not to mention gross in here. I wasn't kidding when I said you deserve romance,” he stood, pulling you to your feet. “We're about a 20 minute ride from base, let's head home. Make your fantasy of fuckin’ in my bed come true,” he winked, giving a smack to your ass.

_____

The 20 minute ride felt never-ending as you both stole glances at each other, your panties still wet with arousal, and him still sporting the tent in his pants, which was hard to miss.

Finally making it back to the stables, you both quickly undressed the horses and put gear away, about to head out of the barn when Jimmy and his partner rode up. “Hey, babe,” he called to you. It sounded wrong from his mouth. Joel tensed at your side.

Dismounting his horse, Jimmy strolled over to you. “Hey Jimmy, I was thinking. I don't think I want to go on that date after all. I'm sorry, I just don't feel the same way.”

“What?” Jimmy asked in disbelief.

“I know, I'm sorry if I hurt you. I- I like someone else. I just didn't think they felt the same way,” you replied sheepishly.

“Fuck you,” he spat.

“What?” You were in disbelief.

“Fuck you, bitch. One of the few women in this town who won't fuckin’ put out. I was even gonna take you on some shitty date before I got you into bed, and now you make a fool of me? Nah, I don't think so,” he stalked towards you angrily.

You stepped back, worried what he might do, but Joel stepped in first, nailing a punch at Jimmy's nose. “Don't you dare talk to her like that,” Joel yelled.

Tommy came running in, hearing the commotion. After hearing what happened, it was decided that Jimmy wouldn't be welcome in this town any longer.

Satisfied, you grabbed Joel's hand. “Why don't I show you who I really belong to?” You looked up at him, biting your lip.

“Lead the way, baby.” He pushed you forward, smacking your ass.

The two of you stumbled into his house, kissing with little regard for objects. Luckily, Ellie was still at a friend's house. The door slammed closed and you kissed furiously, undressing as you walked. Finally you reached his bedroom and fell onto the bed, where he made all your fantasies of the night prior come true. The two of you enjoyed the taste of each other's mouths, kissing and licking, while he pounded into you, leaving you breathless and screaming his name as you both came.

“That was even better than I imagined,” you sighed, rolling over onto his chest.

“That's my girl,” he cooed, kissing your head and rubbing your back.

“Mine,” he whispered.

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Lookism x Reader: Happy Holidays!

G/N. Soft fluff. (All my blorbos - Gun Park, Goo Kim, Ryuhei Kuroda, Jake Kim, Vin Jin, Samuel Seo)

Gun Park - Hat

For the man that could buy pretty much anything, you opted to go for homemade. A personal touch.

Issue is, your personal touch is pretty shitty and shoddy. Gun still accepts the hat with a straight face and heartfelt thanks even as you tell him he doesn't have to wear it.

Why wouldn't I, he thinks. You have spent your time and effort making this for him and he appreciates it. Even if it isn't quite his... taste.

"What is that on your head?" Goo exclaims, torn between bursting into laughter and abject horror at the crimson bobble hat Gun is sporting. Ends of his hair poking out, and the colour highlighting the red of his windswept cheeks and nose.

"Fuck off."

"I think it's cute," Crystal grins as Goo whirls around and screeches.

"Cute?! Gun Park? Have you lost your mind?"

"Like you can say anything with those ridiculous mittens."

"My mittens are not ridiculous!"

Ignoring Crystal and Goo devolving into slinging insults at each other, Kouji glances at Gun and chuckles, opens his mouth to tease-

And is intercepted by a look from Gun, and a warning. "Shut it if you want to live."

Kouji's mouth slams shut.

Goo - Mittens

"Tasteless," Gun sneers, and Goo kicks his ass for it.

"Tasteless," Kouji sighs, and Goo throws his laptop out the window.

"Tasteless," Crystal laments, and Goo- well. Goo can't exactly do anything. That's his boss's daughter, and nepotism is kinda a thing.

So he snarls, nostrils flaring and calls her tasteless too.

"I. LOVE. THESE!" You screech, high and shrill when you yank the mittens out of the box.

Tasteless huh, Goo thinks smugly as you cover him in kisses, No surprise it's everyone else that has no taste.

Birds of a feather truly flock together where you and Goo are concerned. Birds of a feather will also be able to keep their hands warm with their couples mittens too.

A conjoined monstrous thing, that allows you two to keep holding hands through the bitter Seoul winter. Keeping your fingers intertwined and an objectively OTT display of PDA. That you had to be touching, can't even bear to keep your hands to yourself for a moment, that you would need such an accessory.

Goo thought it was perfect when he laid eyes on it, if the way you two are always attached at the hip is any indication.

You clearly think so too, when Goo unwraps his own gift-

-Delighted and cackling, pulling out the same duplicate mittens.

Ryuhei Kuroda - Card

"Y/N!" Ryuhei calls you from down the hallway, waving enthusiastically before striding over.

"Here," he grins, handing over a card, "Happy Holidays. Hope you like it!"

The card sits on your desk. It's somewhere between cringe and cheesy, and utterly charming.

On the front is a (badly) hand drawn picture of you and Ryuhei, signed with his signature in the corner. Inside, a couple lines of explicit filth accompanied with sickeningly sweet declarations and too many hearts and kisses to count.

You blame it on the festive period. That's the reason you're feeling so soppy and sentimental, why every time you look at the crappy drawing you can't help but smile.

Ryuhei blinks, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, "You kept it?"

"Yeah," you peer at the card in your periphery, "I like it."

"You like it? Really?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

You hear Ryuhei mumbling something about how someone (no prizes for guessing who) would always just dump them in the trash without opening.

"...And they weren't even lewd," he sighs, then perks up, any gloominess dissipating and eyes practically sparkling, "But that's all in the past."

Absolutely delighted, Ryuhei leans over your desk, practically lying across it, and punctuates each word with a kiss, "You!” MWAH “Like!” MWAH “It!” MWAH

"Yeah," you smile fondly at your idiot, cupping his face, "I like you too."

Jake Kim - Gifts

Jake shrugs off his jacket and loosens his tie. It's been a long day. Actually, it's just been a long goddamn year.

He runs his fingers through his hair, ready to jump in the shower and straight to bed when-

Gift bags and presents cover his coffee table and a 'DO NOT OPEN! IT'S NOT FOR YOU!' sign catches his eye.

Huh. That is undoubtedly your scrawl, but if they're not gifts for him then...? He fires off a quick text.

Jake: hey, did you leave some presents at mine?

Y/N: yeah!

Y/N: i did some shopping and grabbed some stuff for your big deal boys

Y/N: and lua ofc

Jake, jaw dropping open at your thoughtfulness: really?

Y/N: yep. sinu and yeonhui too btw.

Jake: are you serious??

Y/N: yeah.. is that not ok?

He’s rendered speechless. And that you might even think that you have overstepped or any such nonsense is ridiculous.

Jake: wow

Jake: it’s more than ok

Jake: you didn’t have to

Jake: i appreciate it.thank you

Y/N: 😁 its just some small bits and pieces. i didn't think you would have time

Y/N: i left some food for you in the fridge too 🥰

His breath hitches and stomach grumbles, your message reminding his body he hasn't had anything since this morning.

Jake starts to type-

I can't believe-

You're the best-

I'm so lucky-

You're too good to-

I don't know what I would do without-

None of them feel right.

In the end he settles for something far simpler.

He dials your number, hears the question in your voice when you pick up.

And pours everything into three words, "I love you."

Vin Jin - Cheonliang

Vin opts for casual and nonchalant, pretends it's something that he thought of rather than something that he has wondered about for the last few weeks.

(Used Mary as a soundboard and she had thought it was a good idea, and if Mary thinks it's a good idea then it definitely is.)

It was a passing thought, at first. A small seed planted and grown until all Vin can think about is how nice the holidays would be with you, how cool it would be to show you where he grew up.

He can't ever escape the awful memories there that still haunt him, but... maybe he can create new memories too.

With you.)

"If you're not doing anything for the holiday break," Vin keeps his eyes on his phone, scrolling now and then to keep up appearances, "Want to come visit Cheonliang with me?"

The question is casual. Easygoing. Breezy. His voice doesn't crack at the end. He's not holding his breath waiting for your reply. He doesn't desperately wish you would say yes, and hasn’t already planned the days with you in advance.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Vin forces himself to shrug, "Might be nice."

"I would love to!"

Vin takes a peek in your direction, double checks he didn't just hallucinate your agreement or that you're joking.

He didn't, and you're not. All he sees is excitement painted over your face and a wide smile. You know how much this means.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, a weight lifted from his shoulder. Equally anxious and thrilled to show you every part of himself.

Samuel Seo - Gift

"This would look good on you," Samuel shows you a piece of fine jewellery on his phone. It's exquisite. A bit too much for everyday wear (of course Samuel would pick this out, he himself is a bit too much), though it really is stunning.

You tell him it's beautiful.

He pauses, studies your face, then clicks the screen off. Back to square one. "You don't love it."

It's not accusatory, just a statement. But he feels like he needs to get this right. Your first holiday together and you deserve the world. He wants to get you something, really spoil you, to show how much you mean to him.

You take in Samuel's face and can't help but giggle. Him trying to remain unaffected except for a small, telling pout.

"I would love it if you got it for me," You shuffle over until you're sitting in his lap, "But I don't need it."

He wraps you in his arms, adjusting until you're both comfortable, "What do you need?"

"Nothing," Grinning, "I don't need anything else."

"Fine, then what do you want?"

"You."

Your cheesy response earns an eye roll and a reluctant huff of laughter, "You got me. What else do you want?"

"Nothing," you repeat, leaning in and lifting his glasses off. "You're enough."

You pepper his face with kisses until Samuel melts into a puddle; all thoughts of proving his love with price tags and money completely forgotten.

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letulthi · 3 months

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I love making little sketch doodles even though I usually hate sharing them because sometimes they're good enough to turn into actual art that I can share! They're fun and stupid and I can do whatever with no need for my perfectionist tendencies to go wild on little details!

... also some of them are silly things like this that make me laugh

Hornet with a very badly drawn gun had me giggling even before I added Ghost's lil horns cut off in the corner so I hope it makes someone else amused as well lol

#hollow knight #the hollow knight #ghost hollow knight #hollow knight hornet #siblings!!!#this had me smiling like a dumbass the whole time i was making it #the sillies #i love these goobers #this could be considered a height chart which is very funny to me #tw gun

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slushiecookie · 3 months

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Tw: Badly drawn gun in 4th & 5th images!

Hi y'all! So I've been developing my story SYMMETRY a bit, and I finally made some designs for these guys! I was just kinda playing around with it and ended up having each of them holding an object for cohesion's sake lol

Anyways, first off is Fowl Feather, the wealthy owner of a successful makeup company; he's prim and proper, as well as charming, but easily overlooks details of things. He's not good at blackmail or likes to do anything that would get "blood on his hands," so he uses his charm and money to manipulate others; only sparingly, though. Going with this, he's also very wimpy and is not physically fit, so he tries to make his appearance as confident and elegant as possible in hopes of deterring anyone from getting physical with him

Next up, French Toast, an ex-cop who now lives his life in blissful solitude as a mechanic; he's collected and quiet but is very stubborn and judgemental. He worked in a station filled with corrupt police and seeing all that injustice changed his mind on all cops. He's got an injury from an explosion that happened on a case and is half-blind, but that doesn't stop him from living his life. The only cop he even lets within a mile-radius is Kiwi, who he despises (in a childhood friend kind of way)

Lastly, Kiwi, a cop who loves to make the world a better place and stop criminals; he's very observant and determined, but can easily act reckless and let his emotion cloud his judgement. Both him and French Toast aspired to become officers, but while French Toast quit, Kiwi was determined to not let the corrupt nature of his coworkers dictate what he believed was right. He firmly believes that criminals should have their rights stripped like they did to others, which has gotten him in a bit of trouble with the law and his higher-ups; however, he's a vital asset because of his agility and small size, what he lacks in physical strength he makes up in swiftness and quick-thinking.

There's what I have of these guys so far! ^^ I'm gonna try to avoid saying any spoilers! So these descriptions are intentionally very vague, I hope to have more to show you guys about the story soon! <D

(All this stuff is subject to change btw, since it's very early in development for the story ^^')

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shadowkoo · 9 months

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Chasing Clouds - Prologue

→ Summary: Namjoon made the decision early on in his training that he would abstain from dating or entering any form of relationship while in active duty. He’s determined not to burden anyone with the likelihood of being to be notified of his death or causing pain to someone he loves by his long absence. Ironically, he found himself drawn to you, a doctor who challenges his beliefs and contradicts everything he upholds.

↠ knj x f.reader | 1k words | 18+ ↠ genre: military au, angst (future chapters include: doctor au, s2l, slow burn, smut, fluff, romance

→ Warnings: Read at your own risk! war, ptsd, bombs, guns, violence, injury, death, blood, (future warnings include: murder, use of other weapons, smut warnings)

→ Author Note: my favorite kdrama of all time is descendants of the sun and in honor of my fifth rewatch, I wanted to write this series! it takes place about a year after the show ends, just so you know the timeline :) i would recommend that you watch it first, but it’s not a requirement - it just gives insight to some of the character's personalities (plus i’ll take any opportunity to tell people to watch it lol)

Prologue

MAY 02 - 0340 - USTANA

The darkness of the night feels heavy; its weight is unsettling as the soldiers start their most recent assignment. Namjoon has an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. It’s twisting and turning like never before. He isn’t usually nervous before missions; he hasn’t had a reason to be. He's always followed through and completed his tasks without issue; which is one of the main reasons everyone has such high hopes for him.

Tonight is different though, and he knows the others have the same odd feeling as they all take off their dog tags and set them aside. If captured, they need to remain anonymous.

"You guys know the drill. Once we locate the hostage, everyone will need to be attentive because it'll only be a matter of time until the whole building knows it's been breached. This isn't another exercise boys, lives are at stake here,” Big Boss, Captain Yoo Shijin, says to his team of special force soldiers.

"As this is the last mission of your training term, I expect nothing but excellence in your delivery of the hostage. We've orchestrated the specifics of this mission in such a way that will prove whether or not you are cut for these types of diplomatic high-profile assignments," Wolf, Big Bosses best friend Seo Daeyoung, adds.

"Whatever you do, don't compromise the mission. Don’t use your birth name to communicate, use the nicknames you were given, as well as ours," Big Boss hollers, finishing off their short speech as the back door of the aircraft opened.

Ustana, the country they’re secretly entering, is known for its drug and weapons problem due to its corrupt government. If things end badly, it will reflect on Korea. That’s why the team’s identities and nationalities can’t be known.

The plane jolts, narrowly missing the projectile that was aimed at the steel bird in the sky, solidifying the seriousness of the current situation below.

Namjoon repeats his orders to keep some level of sanity and peace of mind as he descended from the sky with the rest of the Puppy Pack, the soldiers in training to join the Alpha Team.

‘Find the hostage. Mislead the enemy. Return home. Stay alive.’

Once on the ground, he waits for the signal to ambush the guards watching the doors and proceeds to lead the group. Shijin and Daeyoung follow behind with the rest of the soldiers at their feet.

Daeyoung nods, giving Namjoon the go-ahead to align his gun on the enemy. This is the part he often tunes out. You need to be able to turn the switch, as he calls it, on and off with this kind of job.

He aligns his scope with the target and quickly pulls the trigger before moving to the others nearby before they even realize what’s happening. He watches as their bodies drop, waiting to see if anyone else runs into the room, but it’s quiet. Almost too quiet…

"Wildcat, All clear,” he says into his mic, letting the others know their access point is now safe for entry.

‘Find the hostage. Mislead the enemy. Return home. Stay alive.’

It takes less than two minutes for the group of highly trained soldiers to find the hostage. He’s badly beaten and unconscious, his body hunched over in the chair he’s tied to.

Wolf keeps watch by the side door while the team works on releasing the man. Jihoon, another one of the Puppy Pack trainees, helps Namjoon carry the man back to where the transport aircraft is waiting.

“I don’t want to jinx anything, but that was almost too easy…” Jihoon says, looking at Namjoon.

He agrees. Something’s not adding up…

He peers through the open door of the transport helicopter, gazing outside. They’re waiting for the last of the group to make their way onto the craft, and he just wants to ensure that everyone is safe. His shoulders relax when he can see their dark forms exiting the building.

Namjoon turns to look back at Jihoon, “I see them, they’re-” his sentence ends unfinished.

“What is that?” he says, taking a step closer to the unconscious hostage that Jihoon and a combat medic are helping. He points out the red blinking light on the man’s neck. It’s not a laser from a gun. It’s coming from inside his skin. ‘It’s almost as if…’ His thought trails off. “Run!” he screams, though it’s too late.

The bomb’s detonation rips through the helicopter, unleashing an intense burst of energy. In an instant, the searing shockwave propels fragments of debris outward. The air vibrates with a deafening roar, drowning out all other sounds.

The chaotic energy tears apart surroundings and scatters the remnants in all directions. A plume of smoke and fire billows upward, consuming everything in its path. The impact leaves a scene of devastation, marked by shattered glass, twisted metal, and a sense of raw destruction.

Namjoon feels the force of the explosion in his chest and is thrown far from his comrade, and debris crashes around him. His head bounces against the ground, and the ringing in his ears is so intense, he believes he will never hear again.

Jihoon is several feet away. His eyes are frozen open, and blood trails down his face from the head injury he suffers from. Namjoon reaches for his lifeless friend but it’s all too much.

Then, everything fades to black.

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supercriminalbean · 1 year

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Mercy. Derek Morgan x GN!Reader

Okay so this is my first Derek Morgan fic, I wrote this ages ago just finished editing again. I tried a different writing style, not sure how I feel about it yet. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Summary: Taking a bullet for Derek, how badly hurt do you get, only time will tell if you live. Gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns) Based on the song Mercy by Shawn Mendes

Warnings: Guns, blood, weapons, swearing, angst, fluff, talk of death, hospitals, doctors, ambulances. (If I have forgotten anything let me know)

Words: 1.6K

Heart pounding in your chest, as you come to a standstill. After chasing the unsub into the barn, your weapon is drawn at him. Morgan standing slightly in front of you to the left, his gun trained on the unsub. Mike facing towards you and Morgan, his gun pointed at Morgan, his face pale, realising there was no escape.

“Mike there is no way out, put the gun down” Morgan voice breaking the silence, the firm order startling Mike.

“No, I am not going back to jail, Not after everything I've been through” His anger making his body shake. Your hand gripping the gun harder waiting to see if you need to take the shot.

“Mike, you have had a rough life, we get that man, if you help us, we may be able to cut you a deal” Morgan glances at the door behind Mike, as JJ and Reid make their way quietly behind him, their guns pointed at him.

“Help you, how am I supposed to help you?” The anger flowing through Mike, his eyes bouncing between you and Morgan, hatred and fear, present in his eyes.

“If you help us catch your Brother, we can tell the court you were cooperative with us, you won’t get Life in prison if you help us” Your voice softer than Morgan’s, giving him a small reassuring smile.

“No, I will never turn on my family” Mike's body tense up at the mention of his brother, his finger moving to the trigger a little hesitant to press it. Morgan lifts his hand up higher ready to shoot if it comes to it. Eyes widen as you see a red laser dot, appearing on Morgan's head. Glancing behind you, spotting a guy laying low though the window, a gun pointed at Morgan.

“Get down” Yelling loud as you jump towards Morgan. Shutting your eyes as you hit the ground. Hearing five echoing bangs.

Breathing heavily, as your side starts throbbing. Feeling dizzy, ears ringing loudly, unable to hear anything else. Feeling something wet sliding down your side. Someone rolls you onto your back, your eyes slowly open, taking a few seconds for them to focus due to the light. Seeing Morgan leaning over you, his shocked face staring down at you. His hands pressing hard into your side. Your hearing comes back steadily, hearing voices, your eyes shoot over to Reid. Seeing him standing there talking into his ear piece, fear across his face. Your eyelids feel heavy again, you let them close as you grow tired.

“Open your eyes, (Y/n) look at me” Morgan's sharp voice. Making you focus, fluttering your eyes open.

“Tired Derek, wanna sleep” Your voice comes out weakly, your brain feeling foggy trying to force on Morgan's face.

“I know, but you can’t not yet” The worry leaking into his voice, as he sees the blood leaking from your side. Reid drops to his knees beside Morgan.

“Medic five minutes out” The panic invading Reid's voice. He notices blood coming out from your thigh as well, his hands quick to find the other wound, putting pressure on it.

“Your hurt” Your voice comes out weak, almost hoarsely like. Your eyes are fluttering, feeling too heavy to keep them open. Moving your hands move towards Morgan, noticing blood on his shirt.

“No (Y/n) Im fine, I need you to hold on okay, we are going to get you help” He begs as tears spring to his eyes, noticing you growing paler as the seconds go by. The fog in your brain starts to lift slightly. Realsion of what happened setting in. Your body grows colder, as reality starts slipping from you, everything starts to go darker. Hearing voices calling out your name, trying your hardest to force on Morgan. Using all the strength you have left, to whisper out.

“I would gladly do it twice”

As darkness fully takes over.

Morgan sits in the waiting room, staring at the floor. His body is fully shaking as he waits for his team to arrive. He rode in the ambulance with you, watching as they tried to bring you back.

“Morgan” Hearing someone call out to him, making him look up. Seeing Hotch and Rossi rapidly race towards him. Morgan stands up slowly, his body feeling weak. Legs shaking, finding it hard to stand, his shirt was soaked in blood.

“What the hell happened, are they okay?” Rossi questions him carefully, his heart skipping beats. The amount of blood on Morgan was alarming, it's almost impossible to survive with that amount of blood lost.

“I.. they're in surgery, they struggled to bring them back” Morgan's voice was breaking, everything starts spinning, his legs buckling underneath him. Hotch and Rossi manage to grab his arms, gently lowering him into a chair.

“Morgan you're going into shock I need you to focus on me” Hotch’s calmly firm voice, making Morgan look up at him. Tears sliding down his face, his breathing seems to speed up. His hands gripping his own legs, as they continually shake uncontrollably. Hotch kneels in front of him grabbing his hands, which are covered in dried blood.

“Derek you're safe now, (Y/N) is in the best place they can be” He nods as he takes in Hotch's words, his mind playing over the last words they said to him.

“I would gladly do it twice”

Hours upon hours had passed, Garcia turned up to the hospital, hoping for some good news as she arrived, but you are still in surgery. Morgan had cleaned himself up when Reid turned up with a change of clothes for him. The team is just waiting in silence. JJ had arrested the other unsub, making the case officially closed. Now all they have to do is wait and hope you pull through. It's been about 12 hours when Hotch goes and talks to the doctors, walking back to the team, taking a breath as he breaks the silence, everyone staring up at him, praying for some good news.

“The doctors said the surgery could still be a couple hours, there seem to be a few issues but (Y/n) is still fighting” Hotch lets out a sigh as everyone's hope seems to drop even more. “I want you all to head back to the hotel and get some rest, there is no point all of us just waiting around” Hotch tries keeping his voice strong, he's the unit chef he needs to be strong for his team.

“No i'm not leaving them here” Morgans the first to reply, shaking his head. Garcias sitting beside him holding his hand, her head resting on his shoulder.

“We can’t leave them alone” Garcia speaks weakly, tears fresh on her face again.

“They won’t be alone, I will stay here, and I will ring with any news” The calmness of Hotch's words bring little to no comfort to the team.

“Hotch is right, It does no good us being here” Rossi sighs standing up, “We can go back to the hotel rest and be stronger for when (Y/n) needs us in the morning”

In good time the team soon agree, with the promise of Hotch staying in contact when news comes available. As the team follows Rossi out, Morgan doesn't move from his seat looking up at Hotch, a determined look in his bloodshot eyes.

“I'm not leaving”

“I know”

Groaning softly, trying to move your hand to turn your alarm off, the annoying buzzing waking you up from a deep sleep.

“(Y/n), Moring” A soft calming voice, makes you open your eyes slowly. They feel heavy, blinking a few times as you adjust to the bright lights. Looking over, seeing Morgan sitting beside you smiling weakly, looking exhausted. Taking your time to look around, taking a few seconds to realise where you are. Your eyes soon settle back on Morgan.

“You look like shit Morgs” Smiling weakly at him, earning a soft laugh from him.

“You should look in the mirror (Y/n/n)” Sighing softly as he leans back in his seat. “How are you feeling?”

“Drugged up, tired” Chuckling slightly, wincing as you sit up straighter, “what happened?” rubbing your head lightly.

“You don’t remember?”

“I remember a little, there was red light on your head, then after that it's just blurry” Groaning quietly as the light from the window shines at you, seeing the sun rising. Morgan gets up, moving to close the blind, earning a weak smile from you.

“You pushed me out of the way, You got shot twice, one bullet piercing through an artery, you're lucky you didn’t die” He huffs annoyed as he sits back down. Relaxing into the chair, tiredness now capturing him, knowing you're safe.

“Derek, I didn't die, I'm right here” Leaning forward, taking his hand gently.

“The thing is (Y/N) You did die, and they barely got you back, you were in surgery for 15 hours, 15 fucking hours” Morgan tries sounding angry. But he's too tired to hide how relieved he is to hear you speak again.

“Im sorry Derek, but I saved your life and I would —”

“You would gladly do it twice?” Morgan smirks, shaking his head.

“How do you know I was going to say that?” Raising an eyebrow staring at him, confused.

“It was the last thing you said before you blacked out,” Morgan smiles softly, kissing your hand gently pulling away. When Garcia runs in followed by the rest of the team, their faces filled with joy, seeing you alive.

#criminal minds #derek morgan one shot #derek morgan x gender neutral reader #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan fluff #BAU x team #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds death

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rosetintedgunman · 1 year

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(Warning in the above video for shouting, loud volume, and badly drawn guns)

So back in 2022, there was a popular post that had people imagine what a Muppets version of something they enjoyed would be like. At the time, I had decided that a Muppets version of Who Killed Markiplier would be fantastic, but I didn't really have the skills to properly share stuff. I've been using the old sketchbook as a temporary replacement, found the sketch, and I got inspired. So I present to you:

Who Killed Markiplier, Muppets Edition.

I have a photo of what I envision the cast to look like (both the 2020 original and the version made today), along with notes for my choices, under the read-more. I decided against using well-known Muppet characters since I wanted the fun of creating looks.

Damien, Celine, and Benjamin are all traditional hand-rod Muppets. The twins are lavender, while Benajmin would be dark blue with a turquoise nose. Both Damien's cane and Benajmin's tray would be attached to the hand via magnets so they can be held only when needed.

Chef is a live-hand, sack-body monster, heavily inspired by Big Mean Carl. In homage to this, Little Buddy has been swapped out with a bunny (the reference being this video ). Not only does it suit the idea of him being intimidating and a dangerous red herring, it also allows Chef to carry the ladle and Little Buddy, among other things. Chef would have white fur that darkens to black along the edges (except on the paws), along with red eyes. Little Buddy is pure white, with a matching uniform and a little red neck tie.

George would be a dark green, full-body Muppet to allow a proper running scene. He's inspired by the Muppets with snouts (sorta like F.raggle Rock). Between the hair and the hat, you can't see his eyes.

Finally, the Colonel is a live-hand orange Muppet. With holding the gun and being a general nuisance, I thought having access to hands would make scenes with Abe or the Viewer more entertaining. Not only that, since the glasses make up the shape of his eyes, his eyebrows are on the top of the rim and can be raised and lowered to switch between intimidating and goofy.

That leaves three human cast: Abe, Mark, and the District Attorney. Mark had said that Abe is essentially the main character, so it stood to reason to keep him the same. The Viewer stays human because it's fourth-wall breaking and allows us to stay at Abe's height throughout. Finally, I feel it would be really fitting of Mark to be like "I'm in a production with Muppets :D" and then die barely five minutes in.

#who killed markiplier #animatic #abe the detective #colonel william #damien the mayor #celine the seer #intern doodles (mun art)#(I spent an entire day on this oops)#I'm a traditional artist so my animatics were drawn on paper first; hence the wonky colours :D

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badassbbpirates · 2 months

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Blackbeard Pirates Art Skills Headcanons

Basically, my headcanons on what type of artists Blackbeard and his crew could be. Do what you will with this information.

Blackbeard: He's not the greatest artist, but he's not terrible either. He can do pretty good sketches of people, animals and objects, which he takes some pride in.

Burgess: He's about as good an artist as Luffy is, which is to say he's not very good. For this reason, he's not allowed to help draw up a raid plan for the crew to embark on. Well, actually it's not that he's not allowed-he just doesn't want to because of all the criticism he got the one time he did...

Burgess: Okay! I helped draw up the plans, Laffitte!

Laffitte: Oh, very good! Show it to the group so we can go over it.

Burgess: *lays down drawing, which is the most barely comprehensible drawing the group had ever seen*

Blackbeard: Uh...I can't tell what's happening here...Like what is that big blue and gray mass???

Burgess: It's the marine ship we're raiding.

Laffitte: What's with the giant letter T on that brown square we're all standing on???

Burgess: That's the raft.

Augur: What's with the devil giraffe holding...god, I don't even want to say what it looks like...

Burgess: That's YOU holding your GUN!

Augur: Why is my neck so long???

Burgess: Necks are hard!

Doc Q: Is that amoeba riding that deformed dog supposed to be me and Stronger???

Burgess: *grabs drawing and eats it* I HATE CRITICISM!!!

Blackbeard: Maybe don't draw so badly and we won't criticize...

Laffitte: Will draw the most detailed and perfect images ever, like Da Vinci level art, and say "Honestly, I can't even draw a circle!"

Van Augur: He's a roughly okay artist, but he doesn't draw much so he doesn't mess around with improvement.

Doc Q: He can draw organs, he can draw skeletons, he can draw muscles, he can draw any body part you can think of, but he CANNOT draw people "intact and with the skin still on them", like Blackbeard would probably say. He can draw realistic animals pretty well, though, especially horses. He can also draw cute anthropomorphic animals (Minks? Hybrid Zoans?) pretty good, which was discovered when he was asked to draw up the raid plans one time...

Doc Q: Okay, I got the plans drawn...

Laffitte: Very good! Now show them to the group.

Doc Q: *pushes drawing towards group*

The entire crew are drawn as cute anthro-animals, such as Blackbeard being a hippo, Burgess being a tiger, Augur being a hunting dog of some sort, Laffitte being a dove, and Q being a horse.

Blackbeard: Uh, why are we all Minks?

Doc Q: I can't draw humans...

Burgess: I like how I'm a tiger! It fits me!

Augur: Well, I suppose this is a step up from Burgess's drawing skills...

Burgess: Hey!

Laffitte: Aw, you drew it so CUTE, Doc! I didn't think you had this in you!

Blackbeard: Yeah, I mean, considering how you are, this is a big surprise. Makes me rethink you as a person, actually.

Doc Q: ... *grabs drawing and releases it in the wind*

Laffitte: Aw, no! Don't do that! We were praising it! Not teasing you!

Q's got a reputation he likes to keep intact. He doesn't draw in that style very often.

Shiryu of the Rain: Cannot draw and refuses to demonstrate how bad he is.

Catarina Devon: She can draw perfect images of women, but men...she's not very good at and refuses to improve. One time she was asked to draw up plans, and she drew the entire crew as women, which raised eyebrows.

Blackbeard: Did you seriously have to draw us like this?

Devon: I can't draw male bodies well.

Blackbeard: Okay, I guess that's fair. Which one of us is supposed to be this lady here? Cause, damn! You made her the most hideous!

Devon: That's you.

Blackbeard: *starts to fume*

Augur: Why are Laffitte, Doc and I drawn so...beautifully?

Devon: Eh, you're the most attractive boys out of the crew, so I tried to match that.

Laffitte: Ohhohoho! Thank you!

Doc Q: You think I'M attractive?! *coughs up blood*

Augur: ...Okay.

Blackbeard: *fumes more*

Avalo Pizarro: He draws in a surprisingly cute style, maybe something close to chibi or cutesy-western cartoon style? But he gives everyone cat ears for some reason.

Vasco Shot: He's not the best artist, but he's a LOT better than the crew expects. He claims he draws best when he's really drunk.

Sanjuan Wolf: His drawing style is pretty simplistic, like stick-figure type art. What he draws is pretty comprehensive though, since he usually adds a detail to signify which figure is who, like a top hat for Laffitte, a scythe for Doc Q, or a sword and cigar for Shiryu. He can only draw in the sand or dirt due to lack of giant paper, though.

#blackbeard pirates #blackbeard #marshall d teach #jesus burgess #doc q #laffitte #van augur #shiryu of the rain #avalo pizarro #catarina devon #sanjuan wolf #vasco shot #headcanons #one piece #one piece headcanons #op headcanons

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smartycvnt · 11 months

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Like a Porn Star

Title: Like a Porn Star Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Minors DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), throat fucking NR WC: 872

"What do you want Dean? You know I can give you almost anything." Y/n's words sat between the two of them with the weight of the universe. The gun that Dean had come to see her with wasn't loaded. It hadn't been after their second meeting. Sam was off researching some monster for them to chase while Dean sat in a hotel room with half of his clothes on the ground and the crossroads demon to end all crossroads demon standing in front of him. He wasn't sure how Y/n had done it, but she had always acted outside of Lucifer and Hell's control.

"I don't have much time tonight," Dean told her. Y/n snickered at that as she walked over to stand in front of him. Dean was staring down at the carpet to avoid looking directly at Y/n. She was dangerous, even whenever she wasn't doing a thing. Dean never knew her intentions. Sometimes she helped them, sometimes she threatened to end their lives if he and Sam got in her way again. All Dean knew was that Y/n had a tendency to be nicer whenever he came alone.

"You haven't got much time in the long run-," Dean blinked and suddenly he was staring down at Y/n with her head hanging off the edge of the bed, "-so you might as well enjoy what you've got left."

Dean wasn't going to argue with Y/n on that one. She seemed to have a good idea of when someone would expire. She could smell a lost cause from a mile away, and Dean suspected that was why they were so drawn to each other. Dean liked danger, and there was nobody more dangerous to Dean than Y/n. Y/n liked what she could take without much effort, despite her claims to love the thrill of a chase or the complicated steps of a courting. Dean knew better than that, there was no mistaking how badly she wanted to get straight to the chase as she ran her palm over the bulge in his jeans.

"Better to live each moment like it's my last then?" Dean questioned. Y/n nodded as her nimble fingers undid his pants. The metal clank of his belt buckle hitting something in his pocket echoed a little in the hotel room. Dean swallowed thickly as Y/n pulled everything down his legs with one move. There was nothing for Dean to hide behind, but the way that Y/n stared at him gave Dean a boost of confidence unlike any other. That was why no matter what he'd always come back to Y/n, nobody made him feel so comfortable in his own skin. Y/n was able to put him on top of the world every single time that they hooked up.

Y/n didn't bother to ease herself into the situation at all. She knew what to expect from Dean, he was the only person to touch her since she had crawled her way out of Hell, not that Dean knew. This body that she had taken was more than used to the feeling of having him inside of it, no matter where he was entering her from. Dean grabbed the sides of Y/n's jaw as he bent his knees slightly to lower himself into her mouth. Y/n took every inch of Dean into her mouth and let him adjust his position so that he could move easier. Dean had met a lot of different women in his years of being on the road, but none of them could do the things that Y/n could. She was able to do things that Dean had only seen a few women do in videos posted onto the internet or the cheap budget pornos he rented in motels.

"Fuck," Dean groaned as he felt his knees begin to weaken. Y/n dug her nails into his hips to distract him from the immense pleasure that he was feeling. It just barely managed to do the trick. Dean began to thrust his hips harder and faster as he chased after the feeling he had been so close to before. Y/n could hear the strain in Dean's voice with each thrust of his hips that was taken. She could feel his grip tighten on her as he got closer and closer to the edge once again. This time Y/n let him have his release, relishing in the waves of pleasure that rolled off of his body as he came. It was easy enough to get Dean back onto the bed where she wanted him.

"You're getting old," Y/n said as she wiped at the corner of her mouth. Dean looked at her incredulously before realizing what she was meaning.

"It's not like a movie," Dean scoffed as he covered himself with his hands. Y/n vanished from the room without a trace, leaving Dean to sit there by himself. "You didn't have to go. I only need a few minutes tops, especially if you do that thing with your tongue!" It was too late though, and all of Dean's words were wasted on an empty room.

#my writing #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #supernatural x reader #supernatural

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dragonentusiast · 4 months

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The Frey twins

Colby: Duel with me!

BB: Nope.

Fischer: Why? Are you scared?

BB: Yep.

Fischer and Colby:...

Fischer: Now what brother? I didn't expect him to say that.

Colby: What do you mean now what? We make fun of him of course!

BB: Fine I will duel with you.

BB pulling out a sword from his bag.

Fischer and Colby: ...

After finally chasing down BB:

Colby: You got nowhere to run now!

Fischer: Yeah you have to duel with us!

BB: Fine you have earned my respect. I will hold a proper duel this time.

BB pulling out a gun from his bag.

Colby and Fischer: HOLLY-

Colby and BB get stuck in detention.

Colby: Why do you seem happy?

BB: Oh ho, you see I'm going for a record here!

Colby: How many bad decisions can you make in a year?

BB: Almost my friend. I'm going for the most detention in Hogwarts history!

Colby: You know they can actually expel you, right?

BB: Then I will become the next Voldemort.

Colby horrified: You will kill people?

BB: What? No I will tattoo badly drawn thunderbolts on people's foreheads and try to take over a school and fail!

Fischer and BB on try outs for the quidditch teams.

Fischer: If you get on the Griffindor team it will be easy for Slytherin to win.

BB: Not if I saw off enough of your broom to be uncomfortable to ride it but not enough to actually make it unusable.

Fischer: Well then I will just jinx your broom!

BB raises one of his eyebrows and starts pulling brooms out of his bag.

BB: Oh my gosh how cruel of you!

BB: It's not like I can just pull another one out of some magical bag!

After BB flooded the pitch with brooms:

Fischer yelling under a stack of brooms: OKAY YOU MADE YOUR POINT!!!!

BB: IF ONLY SUCH BAG EXISTED!!!!!!!

Aaaaaaand we are done ladies and gents and non-binary fellows. The final piece of the series is done. Check out the others they are just as unfunny as this one! If you have any requests I will gladly take it. Byyyyeee!

#daniel page #hogwarts magic awakened #hogwarts oc #ivy warrington #oc #harry potter #lottie turner #robyn thistlethwaite #cassandra vole #kevin farrell #fischer frey #colby frey #frey twins

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (16/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: fluff, all of it (marriage my dudes)

Summary: Obi-Wan deals with the council on your behalf, and you and Anakin finish you mission by escorting the senator back to her home world.

A/n: i wrote this in literally half an hour i am legend

Words: 2.3k

It was horribly cold in the hallway outside of the council room. Your head against the wall with your eyes closed gave you the appearance of rest while you waited, but really it was the opposite, and the only reason you were so focused on staying calm was so that you could try and penetrate the walls with your mind and hear the conversation within.

You had asked your Master if he would speak to them about your further consequences that Master Windu had formerly promised, and he was all too happy to oblige, given that in that moment, he was being partially carried by you back to your shared apartment. He had insisted his leg was much better, now, but you didn't want him to fall just because he wasn't willing to admit he was still badly injured.

It had been a day or two, and he was doing better, so he visited the council to discuss what was to happen.

You were having a hard time getting into the room, and you sensed it was because Obi-Wan was pushing you out, the cheeky son of a gun was preventing your signature from entering the room. Even with a block up, anyone else being unable to penetrate it, when your two signatures were entwined, he could feel everything you projected into the air. He felt you trying to constantly eavesdrop, and though he knew you were anxious to know what they were saying about you, he continued to take a mental step between you and the room, not letting him cross until he was finished.

You gave up after a while, knowing that the punishment was probably going to be bad. It couldn't be a good thing when they had been in there for almost an hour. Council meetings were often short, and well conducted, making time for the Grand Masters to do more important things elsewhere.

When Obi-Wan came out the doors of the room, you nearly jumped in your seat, not prepared to be pulled out of your thoughts that quickly. He wore a neutral look on his face, and you weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing yet.

"Don't be afraid, it's only me," he teased, coming closer and holding a hand raised out to you as to aid you in standing to your feet. You took it, but for some reason, his mood didn't calm you, nor did his words.

"That's what scares me."

He laughed and smiled at you, finding your gaze out of the corner of his eye.

"I assure you, I was told only good news," he gently brushed his hand alongside yours, trying subtly you make you realize he wanted to take your hand in his. You opened your palm to him, and grabbed it, lacing your fingers together and pulling you along at a quicker pace to get passed all these hallways.

"Well?" You were anxious to know if you were to skip a punishment from the council. You'd certainly see that as good news.

"Be patient, little one," he scolded softly, continuing until you both reached the west wing of the temple. "I have some reading to do, if you would care to join me."

You always loved to join him in the archives, the great library of all knowledge known to galaxy-kind and the Jedi combined. It was such a beautiful place surrounded with wisdom and infinite information, which you were naturally drawn to as a Consular.

"Of course," you said, and he squeezed your hand tighter in a sweet reply. You weren't sure why, but the simple touches he'd been increasing the past few months had grown to a number you couldn't count. He just liked having contact with you, whether it was looking you deep in the eyes as you both were talking, or holding hands when you walked through the uncrowded halls of the temple. You couldn't say you minded it, either. It was calming, and the feel of his hand in yours felt so right. You were surprised that you'd never noticed before how perfectly your hands fit together.

He walked you both over to his favorite desk, happy to see that it was empty this time. He'd been in here about a week prior looking for the missing planet Kamino, and his favorite seat was taken, so he had to strain his back and sit at one of the benches in the center of the room. It was quite a travesty if you'd ask him. He let go of your hand and pulled out the chair for you, making sure you were seated before he slid it closer to the table, then taking his seat by your side, he activated the holopad on the desk, scrolling through some files until he reached the ones he wanted. Normally you'd be perfectly happy to sit by him and watch as he flipped through endless tabs on the hologram, hearing his quiet thoughts as he always allowed them to be open to you, but today was a little different. You were desperately waiting for this 'good news' he seemed to have from the council.

"You're going to make me wait a long while, aren't you?" you propped your head up on top of your hand, your elbow supporting it all by resting on the table.

"Well, I suppose I could tell you now, but you must promise to keep this between us until I have more information from the council."

"I promise, you know I'm good for it," and it was true. You'd never broken a promise you made as long as you lived. You were blatantly honest sometimes, and it was both your biggest strength and most lethal weapon at times. Not that you were a brutal truth teller, but say, if Anakin wanted your opinion on how he looked, when he clearly only just rolled out of bed, you would not spare a moment in telling him exactly so.

He smiled, nodding at you and turning off the holopad for a moment. His chair turned so his whole body faced you, and suddenly it made you nervous that he had to avert this much attention towards you just to break the news.

"Tomorrow morning, you and Anakin will complete your mission, escorting Senator Amidala back to Naboo. After you return, Anakin is to take the trials of the temple, leaving me with you as my sole padawan."

You were a bit sad to think that perhaps you wouldn't get to see Anakin as often. You'd never say it aloud, or even think it in his presence, but you loved that boy like he was your own flesh and blood, and not seeing him every day could be very hard. You hoped that perhaps it would help you progress further in your training, as Anakin was partially favored in that realm of your mentorship with Obi-Wan. Not to say he preferred Anakin over you, because that was very far from the truth, the opposite actually. He was just very careful to make sure that he received a more well-rounded education of the force and how to use it, since he was always under the watchful eyes of the council and being that he was the chosen one among all Jedi. It was also catered to that Anakin learn primarily about his guardian class, how he could use it to his advantage. Now, Obi-Wan could help you fully embrace your consular mindset, and help you use it to the fulness of its capacity.

"So... I'm not in trouble?" You still had to make sure you were in the clear before you celebrated anything.

"If that's the only thing you're still worried about, I see that you will need far more training than I originally intended," He rolled his eyes, nearly going back to his holo-pad before you grabbed around his arm, bringing his attention back to you.

"For what it's worth, you have been a wonderful master to Anakin and me, and I can't wait to continue my training."

He smiled his sweet, gleaming smile, and placed a hand at your shoulder, the moment was silent, but not awkward, just peaceful. He had a response but took a few seconds to let the words actually leave his lips, and when they did, he said them with the upmost softness and gentility.

"I have a feeling my padawans will make the two greatest Jedi in the galaxy."

Now it was your turn to smile like a kid, letting him return to his holo-pad to do the work he had come here to do. You would be perfectly fine to sit here with him for the next few hours and listen to his thoughts while he shuffled through different files, but before you could let your mind rest, you simply needed to know.

"But really though, am I in trouble?"

Obi-Wan dropped his head to the desk in annoyance, heaving a deep sigh before answering you.

The trip back to Naboo was short, only because it was fun and joyous. Padme had informed Anakin that you knew of their relationship, and soon enough, you heard the news that they were to be married at sunset the next day. You were overjoyed to hear such a thing, and you knowing that Anakin was to begin his trials when you both returned to Coruscant helped tremendously. He would likely move to his own place in the city, like some Jedi Knights normally did.

Padme seemed to have an abundance of dresses, and as you sat on her bed, you watched as she went through every single one of them. None of them really jumped out to her as the wedding dress type, for she had never been a bride before. She pulled out a very lovely dress, that looked like Naboo was made into a flowing fabric masterpiece. It was green and blue, with leaf like vines over the bodice, and lovely pink roses on the front. The straps were like sparkling wildflowers, falling down the back in a beautiful drape.

"I was never really able to wear this, it was a bit much for a senator. By the time I had a reason to wear it, I realized quickly that I didn't have the shoulders to make it look right," she said, though you didn't believe her. She probably looked like mother nature incarnate in that dress, but you did not dare fight her, knowing that the dress she wore for her wedding needed to be everything she wanted it to be.

"It is a lovely dress."

"You should wear it, and keep it if you'd like," she offered, and your eyes went wide. Though you'd never worn a pretty gown like that, you doubted you would ever be able to pull it off. You'd never worn anything except what you were given by the masters at the temple.

"Oh no, I couldn't accept it."

"Why not?" she asked, annoyed that you were protesting. She thought you would look lovely in that dress, a vision. She knew if your master saw you in that dress, his feelings about you would certainly change, if they haven't already.

"Well, for one thing, it is a physical possession, and as a Jedi I am forbidden from keeping possession of anything."

She saw right through your excuse immediately. She knew you didn't believe in the old-fashioned beliefs of the order, otherwise you wouldn't condone or approve of her and Anakin's commitment to their love. A pure show of attachment if you ever saw one.

"I think that's a foolish rule. If you will not take it from me, I suppose I'll just have to keep it here for you until there is a time for you to wear it."

You smiled, shaking your head and spotting a glimmer of white lace in the corner of her closet.

"How about that one?" you raised your hand and pointed for her to see, and she immediately walked over to where it was hung.

She pulled it off the rack and nearly gasped, as if she'd forgotten all about this beautiful dress that was just casually hanging amongst all her other clothing items.

"This was my mother's, I thought that perhaps she still had it."

You watched her race behind the changing shade in her room, trying it on so she could decide if it was the one that she wished to wear. You'd never seen such a brilliant smile on someone's face as when she stepped out from behind that shade. She was angelic, and purely a goddess of this planet.

Standing in the breeze of the sunset the next evening, she looked just as majestic as the night before. How beautiful it was to see the look on Anakin's face when she approached him. He was in such awe; you didn't believe he'd looked at anyone that way in his life.

You knew he loved her more than the moons, the stars, the planets, and anything that existed in between. He was going to spend his eternity loving her, and he wasn't going to let anything happen to her as long as he lived. He would care for her, protect her, and keep her as his own, to cherish and hold in his heart forever. You wished for a love like that, but soon decided you already did.

As they took their vows, you thought about how you could spend every day for the rest of your life loving Obi-Wan. Cherishing the moments that you spent together and making sure you never forgot a single one. You would do your best to protect him, to keep him safe or to fix him up when he needed it. You were going to stay by his side whether you were upset at him or not. You were going to take every day and make it a tribute to your love of that man. If he never loved you back, if he never felt the same way, you would continue to love him, and never regret a second you devoted to his being.

Your love for Obi-Wan was unconditional, and it would stand the tests of time, and oh, how time would test it.

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