#impulse x you

[thisdudedoesntexist]

Danny is a new technician at a rebuilt star labs. He didn't want to at first because Danny thought it would cut into his undead superhero/prince duties. Eventually though Clockwork (bullied) encouraged him and as it turns out, the lab is pretty lax about sudden "trouble at home". Plus, Danny can help set things back together when one of the Flashes messes up the timeline AGAIN.

(Flashpoint is what allowed Dan to come back as quickly as he did in the first place.)

The flash family, for lack of a better description, are straining. They're all putting up painted smiles that Danny knows aren't happening with his coworkers. Danny wants to be friendly with them but they're keeping him at a constant arms length away.

Barry, wally, Bart, and the rest of the flash family are freaking OUT. Why wouldn't they, their new technician caused the apocalypse. Granted they only know this because of an old speed scout from Bart. But it didn't have the time to tell them anymore than the name and some powers of one Dan phantom before fading. The timeline line the one man disaster's from doesn't exist anymore so they can't even check what happened or why the Dan destroyed everything. They can't even get rid of him because what if that sets off the guy!

[shepscapades]

Realized I haven’t posted anything other than dbhc angst lately, so here’s a small collection of silly and sweet things as an offering to balance out the angst :]

[willyhoos]

alfred livestreaming his breakdown to the entire us public (as his pr team devolves into chaos)

[acid-ixx]

young, just us?! (again &. again au)

ft. yandere young justice 98 x gn! reader

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

off-topic, but i've been hyperfixating so much on the young justice (98 vers), that i've been thinking of another timeline where the entire team falls in love with you during one of their trips to the manor. i mean, who wouldn't? they want to know more about your unshakeable, yet warm presence, but they couldn't due to their teammate's indifference towards the first biological child, you.

so someone assertive like cassie slaps some sense into tim drake for his obvious negligence of you whenever you try to talk to him in front of the team, with her harsh tone and squinted glare, just to make it hurt more, that it just leads you finally catching his eyes—

whilst you're unaware of everything happening in the background scene.

cue his interest being piqued regarding you, his obsessive research that spirals into the need to be a constant in your life, and his attempts at bonding with you before it's too late; but with his team of course, because it's now he realizes just how lonely you truly are, with the lack of friends and hobbies only done by yourself, for yourself, in the ghostly manor— whilst all your siblings are out there fighting crime, socializing, with so many adventures that no normal person could comprehend.

tim is familiar with what it's like living in an empty house, before he became robin.

he trusts his teammates, his friends with his life, so it wouldn't be a problem if you were to be acquainted with them; it would be a problem, though, if he soon doesn't quench their thirst to meet with you yet again.

so imagine, one day, you're just out there gardening, humming tunes as always like routine, the next you're being dragged in impulse's arms of all heroes, his hold on you too intimate for a stranger you met once. tim's voice echoes through intangible earphones, lightly threatening the speedster to keep you safe through your fast travel. you're sped from the manor to places unknown, kissed by the air cutting through your body, until you're at their secret cave, surrounded by his teammates, dumbly looking around until a girl rips you away from impulse's arm to hug you tightly.

she acts as a cushion for you to lay your head on, dizzy from the motion enough to make you nearly vomit. but all she does is coo at your swaying head and push her palm on your nape to have you stabilize in hold.

"you okay, sweetie? i swear, if bart got you sick, i'm going to punch him so hard right now."

you're quite unsure how to reply, mind too numb to register the speedster voicing his complaints, or the disgruntled sigh from your brother who shakes his head, commenting under his breath about "keeping affection to a low, for now."

you've never been held this tightly for years, but she beats you through your disoriented tears right after a moment's beat. through your speechless squeaks, she offers you a soft and warm, "welcome, buddy!" her blonde hair glimmers under the light compared to yours.

she calls herself arrowette, suzanne king-jones her personal identity, but insists just as quickly that you call her cissie with your sweet little voice, you nod hazily. everything's happening at a hasty pace that you couldn't even question why nobody's batting an eye at the identity reveal to a civilian, a stranger that is you.

but just as quickly as she introduces herself, your attention is dragged to an all-too familiar, handsome face, his infamous sunglasses resting on his nose, piercings on his eyebrows, and raven sidepart as he shakes your hands and blows you a kiss. a batarang slices through the air and nearly misses his head, you could tell your brother's seething by now.

it doesn't take much for everyone else to introduce themselves after the awkward tension from superboy telling you to call him "baby".

but your mind is still spinning either way, from the daze of impulse's speed, or all the names being thrown into your head, while they all repeatedly shower you with compliments that has you reeling from the foreign domain of affection you've stepped foot on.

just like that, the team takes advantage of your timidness, your eyes plastered on the ground as your face flushes with blazing heat, fighting each other with verbal insults whilst praising themselves in front of you in a battle to assert who's better. it's tim taking your arms and dragging you off to another room that makes for a perfect distraction, apologizing for the sudden intrusion in your life, and how he's willing to make up for the negligence he's caused you from every since he came to the manor— that these people are going to be your new friends.

he says it all so assertively, like he's done his research and the data he's received are all correct, as if he's sure this is the greatest course of action for your life.

the transition from silence to a room filled with chatters, words all directed to you, rather than from a passing glance, their efforts to communicate with someone inept at socializing yet never giving up... well, you couldn't quite comprehend it yet, but tim could see how your face flushes with warmth and the jitters of your fingers from excitement at the implication of new and better... friends.

the taste of the word feeling so distant yet welcomed, he watches the smile slowly plastered on your face and brings his hesitant palms to pat the crown of your head still turned down, tangling his fingers in each strand to ruffle your hair.

it's totally not a way for him to memorize every detail of your being.

"let's, uh... turn our backs away from the past alright, (name)?" he says with an awkward lilt to his voice. you look up through your lashes, and find his pale face incredulously red while his eyes dart around the room. suddenly, you don't feel so trapped right now, and feel yourself giggling at his unsure words and stooping posture.

he panics and gulps, scratching the back of his neck. his eyes still refuse to stare straight at yours.

"— shit, sorry, 'm still not used to this comforting jig, but i'm serious about all this, about making it up to you while it's still early. so, uhm, i hope my friends aren't too... overwhelming for you. they're too excited, that's it."

it's finally at the end of his sentence that his eyes crinkle at the sight of you. you're still standing awkwardly, hesitant to open up yet still willing to make an effort if what he's saying is true.

there's still a shadow of doubt in your head, that this was all a dream, but everything feels so real. his touch feels so real.

it takes a split second for you to reply, still taking in the events that happened to you.

"it's... alright, maybe i'll learn to... forgive you, tim." your whisper sliced through the silent air, breathless, fiddling with your fingers, stepping closer to your brother. he hesitates, but brings his hands to rest on both sides of your shoulder.

his palms eventually made their way to hover on your face, you don't flinch, but you don't bring them closer to you either. it's an air of neutral comfort you're threading on.

"i'm... real grateful that you're willing to put up an effort for me..." it's as if you couldn't fathom that someone so talented, so important as tim drake could notice you and even apologize wholly without excuses. it doesn't take away the years, all the times he turned his back on you, and even mistakenly calling out the wrong name and flat out ignoring you, but if someone like him was willing to try— to even go as far as to have his friends become your friends.

well... who's to say you could deny the slight flutter in your chest at the sweet gestures?

it was you who initiated the hug, burying your head in his slumped shoulders, tears dampening his costume. your brother pats your back, and awkwardly cradles your body in the silent expanse of the room.

you don't feel the haste of his heartbeats, nor the goosebumps pervading his skin.

"thank you..." you mutter, relinquishing the fear that this was all a sick prank your mind has put you through, and embrace the sounds of the door suddenly slamming while your head still rests on the crook of your brother's neck, giggling through tears from bart's high-pitched squeals, the ghostly sounds of greta's overdramatic gasps and cassie's complaints of tim taking all your attention for himself.

from there on out, your presence kind of becomes a staple for the chaotic atmosphere of the team, a voice of reason whenever tim or cassie is too unhinged to deal with the others, they always kept their arguments light for the sake of your happiness. they like to treat you, finding your praises for each individual refreshing and sweet. you're unaware of just how much they truly loved you from the moment their eyes laid on the shadows of your form in the manor.

and you'd rather it stay that way, too invested in the never flitting feeling of being loved.

there's a saying, ignorance is bliss. you're in a state of happiness because this was the first time you had spent your time with someone you could call your brother. you had friends, welcoming from the start, unafraid to display their affection for you. hugs, cuddle piles, pats on your head, kisses on your cheeks, a target for kon's adorable flirting, bart's endless mumblings, even sitting beside your brother is enjoyable as he sifts through the big monitors in front of you, because at least now there's a hand you could fiddle with every time you become too bored.

how could you want to leave them after all this?

at least, in this timeline, you've willingly stepped into your own cage.

a/n: i'm this 🤏 close to disappearing off of tumblr for a year or two again because of my writer's block despite me posting more and more lately. the lack of motivation to write, and forcing yourself to write out the ideas you have in your head bec you're afraid of forgetting is such a shitty feeling. i'm on the verge of a hiatus, my imposter syndrome is at an all time high and i feel as if my writing has been lacking lately. so apologies, i might just quit if i can't get rid of this feeling. otherwise, i think we need more young justice (not the tv show) content, they're like my favorite hero team. i don't know what to feel about this drabble.

[jesuistrestriste]

Android art whos dick is changeable…just hear me out ok😭

cw (18+) : android!art, fake cocks that art buys for mutual benefits

the android engineers coming out with a variety of detachable “appendages”. thick ones, long ones, short ones, skinny ones; squishy (and firm) in all the right places and all the right ways, too. once an android attaches one to the port at the front of their pelvis, they can sync with the sensation simulator built into the fake dick in order to “feel” the temperature, tightness, and dampness of whatever orifice they choose to slide themself into.

android!art buys only one of the add-ons at first, has a mind-blowing orgasm (the android version of one) from finally getting to penetrate and please you, and then goes out the next day to purchase three more. one is ribbed, another is two-and-a-half inches longer that the original one you two tried, and the third vibrates.

he puts you through the mattress that same night while he continuously cycles through the three new toys, your name on his lips and his hand pressing over your tummy, feeling himself inside of your walls. his moans are so loud and desperate—anguished, even—that you have to stick your fingers in his mouth just to save his vocal systems the strain. he sucks them like he’ll die if you pull them away. the noises he lets out turn staticky when he comes; wet, broken, crackling in his chest as he pummels your wetness. the LED ring on his temple blinks and shifts red every time he tips over the edge with a keening cry and spills the flavored lubricant as deep as he can reach.

“tell me you like it when i’m inside you,” he shakes, “please, tell me—i need to hear it, i need to hear it so badly, i feel like im falling apart—!”

[starmocha]

How polite of Zayne to always think about his wife’s wellbeing, especially since she is so heavily pregnant right now with his child. Of course, he realizes how much more difficult it is now for her to move around and do once basic tasks. She doesn’t even need to ask him to help her, since he is always one step ahead.

So, with that knowledge, she knows it doesn’t take much to lure her helpful husband into the bathroom to join her. She doesn’t even need to say anything before his quick working hands help her slip out of her maternity dress, noting how his eyes do a quick, appreciative sweep down her changed body, seeing the way his sight linger on how round her belly is now with their child, knowing each day she is nearing her due date. She, herself, could tell from that faint smirk on his handsome face, how he is secretly relishing in the knowledge that he is the reason she is in this current state now.

The thought allures her, too. She delights in this shared secret with him, having this baby that they had both desired for so long.

He fills the bathtub with warm water, adding in her favorite foaming bubble bath with the jasmine fragrance that boasts of its calming effect. When he turns around, he smirks again when she gestures to how inconsiderate he is being by still being dressed while she is nude in his presence. He agrees it is so rude of him to not dress—or rather, undress—accordingly, so he begins discarding each article of clothing, starting with his dress shirt. He takes his time unbuttoning, laughing when she calls him a tease, her playful smile matching his.

He hurries with the rest of his clothing, knowing full well you shouldn’t upset a pregnant woman, especially when she is in her third trimester, both uncomfortable by her current state and also from the summer heat beginning to creep in.

Now fully nude, he helps her into the bathtub, joining her in the warm water, his large frame situated perfectly behind her. He smiles when she leans back against him, his long legs propped up on either side of her. He admires her blissful state, her vulnerability always exposed to him willingly. He hums low as she rests against him, eyes closed, and her hands moving instinctively over her large round belly.

Silently, his own hand rests on her belly and she immediately opens her eyes, looking up to meet his kind gaze. He leans down, his kiss a little clumsy from the odd angle, but she smiles against his mouth, giggling when they both startle from a strong kick in her belly.

He playfully shushes their unborn son, his eyes twinkling with joy, knowing it won’t be long before their bundle of joy will arrive. As he wonders aloud about their son’s future appearance, he lavishes her neck with sweet kisses as they both relax in the water together, enjoying this brief remaining time as just the two of them before they become a family of three.

When the water cools, he drains it and seizes the handheld showerhead with a mischievous glint in his eye. He rinses them both off, but he takes his time with his pretty little wife, wanting to pamper her a while longer. He scoops some raspberry-scented sugar scrub into his hand and begins to rub the coarse sugar all over her body, smiling when she gasps in surprise. He is meticulous by nature, so he makes sure he gets every inch of her skin, rubbing along her arms, down her back, and then her legs, but giving extra, special and gentle attention to her belly and breasts. He strokes her belly, feeling his child moving restlessly in her womb, a sense of pride stirring inside him knowing his wife has carried their child so lovingly these past months, sacrificing so much of herself for their future.

He gropes her breast as he murmurs praises into her ear, her answered moans received instantly upon hearing his soft words and feeling his familiar ministrations. He maneuvers the showerhead, letting the warm water wash away all of the sugar scrubs from her body and his hand, but he continues to caress her all over, feeling her newly smoothed skin against his own calloused hand.

He hears her calling his name, feels her hand gripping his thigh with a sense of neediness that matches her voice. He lines her neck with fresh featherlight kisses as he guides the showerhead to her slightly parted legs, letting the warm jets of water shoot into her core, her body buckling back against him at the sudden stimulation. At her urging, he continues, stimulating her from inside and out, and when she draws closer to her release, he replaces the showerhead with his own fingers, his practiced thrusts drawing out more of her desperate moans before he hears her euphoric cry of his name.

He smiles when she collapses back against him satisfied, but almost immediately, her eyes open wider to meet his smirk.

She feels his erection against her ass, and as she pants quietly, she gives him a dazed smile when he turns the water off and scoops her into his arms. He carries her away, back to their bedroom and lays her down on the plush mattress.

Zayne is a very considerate man. He wants his wife to feel loved and cherished for all she has done for him, carrying his baby, sharing her life with his.

Satisfying her one time is not enough in his mind.

Not even two, or three times either.

Zayne is considerate. Meticulous. Devoted.

He has every intention on pampering her the way she deserves, lavish her with so much of his affections and more, and worshipping her beautiful body over and over again until she is cumming on his cock. He is going to make sure by the end of the night, his pretty and perfect and lovely wife gets everything she deserves from him—her beloved Zaynie.

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[wonist]

red is his favorite — sim jaeyun

synopsis : jake eats u out while ur on ur period bc im going crazy looking at these pictures

cw : dubcon maybe? blood, period blood, oral sex (while reader is on their period), afab reader, fingering, freak jake, use of terms of endearment, just nsfw stuff so minors do not interact

smut under cut lol

jake loves you like this. exhausted and too weak to fight back. he loves when you give up— when you let him make you come so much, you start going dumb for him.

gasps catch in your throat as you try to push him away, whining something about your period. your cramps have ruined your day, your mood— and the last thing you want right now is sex. but jake doesn’t care. he doesn’t stop, instead, he spreads your legs wider, not even trying to be gentle. he’s messy, impatient. he wants to taste you, and a little blood isn’t going to stop him. he was going to make you understand that.

“cmon baby,” he murmurs, licking his lips, eyes locked on the slick mess between your thighs. the mix of wetness and blooding dripping from your cunt only makes his cock harder, leaving his pants feeling tight.

then his mouth is on you. he pushes his tongue inside with a groan, like he’s the one being devoured. you squirm, whining something, still trying to shove him off even though it already feels so good. 

“fuck, you taste so good,” he mutters into you. he doesn’t care what you say, he never does. he’s filthy with it— tongue dragging slow and obscene from your entrance to your clit, making sounds that shouldn’t turn you on. “so sweet,” he hums, “tastes so fucking sweet, baby.” 

you moan without meaning to, legs shaking as he sucks on your clit. he groans against you again, the vibrations sending sparks against your spine. ypu roll your hips against him without thinking, needy and desperate, begging him for more.

and he flicks his tongue against your hole, two fingers circling your clit, teasing you. he doesn’t give you more until you’re crying for it, your legs shaking.

and when you look down, his expression is cruel, because he knows. he knows how disgusting you feel but how much you love it anyway, and he loves that.

he slides two fingers in. they’re long, curling hard inside you, hitting places you could never reach on your own. and he thanks god he’s the only one who can make you feel like this, who can touch you like this.

he doesn’t stop, not when you come once, not when you come again.

when he finally pulls his fingers out, your whimpers make his eyes flutter shut. he lifts his head, his mouth, chin, jaw smeared with blood. you turn your face away, cheeks burning, shy just seeing him like this. but he just licks his fingers clean and grabs your chin, forcing ypur gaze back on him. 

“i knew you’d like it, baby,” he breathes against your lips. a lazy smirk on his face— smug, mean and so pretty it hurts you. you hate him, and you hate how you want more. he leans in and kisses you slow, messy, sliding his tongue in your mouth and you already know he isn’t done with you, not even close.

[peppermint-whiskers]

I'm on a trip rn and drew my lovelies 💖💖

They deserve to go feral

[technically-human]

Merthur AU except the crown prince of Camelot is weirdly pro-magic

[erineas]

Imagine being the only fae that still believes in him 🥺

Forest God Skull belongs to @llamagoddessofficial

Forest God Skull design made by @desktopdinosaur

[mischievous-thunder]

Stop traumatising the poor thing, Wade!

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [13]

Impulse is a little back in time, simply to retrieve a thing from the most haunted city in america.

the instructions were clear, in. grab thing. out. no funny business, no anything else.

why the fuck did it had to be impulse then?! that’s never gonna- ah, whatever…

So Bart does not just do only that. He remembers to keep moving fast so he’s not seen, but well, he spotted these two white suited goofballs who looked upset with their little box contraption and somehow were missing the little unplugged wire and Bart figured, what could the harm be?

so he might have plugged the little wire in while he was there, sue him, the guys looked surprised but pleased that their little thingy was suddenly working. good job Impulse right?

he didn’t forget about it but he might have shoved it in the back trunk of his head while he went on to do his actual job which is essentially forgetting for a guy with eidetic memory.

So yeah, imagine his surprise when he gets back to where he came from and finds himself on a doomed, desolate earth with green skies and nothing but scorched rock and ruins for miles.

What he’s seeing is an earth in the aftermath of a war against the infinite realms.

So now he has to go back to the past and fix his reckless mistake. Would it be wise to maybe see if he can find a single living soul with some info on what happened to make this ordeal a little easier? maybe, but that might involve him having to explain himself which will most likely be followed by a subsequent well deserved lecture and Bart is hoping to fix this without all that because he clearly fucked up. like, it’s very obvious. and he’s feeling very bad about it, honest.

back in the past again though, he nearly collapses, he’s seriously overdoing it at this point, afterall he was supposed to be able to recuperate once he got back. 

But he has to push through, he can’t slow down, he has to find those two guys and nab their little machine that’s apparently a doomsday device or something, he doesn’t know when they will use it, or where, so slowing down now is absolutely out of the question.

“woah hey there man, are you alright?”

he’s startled into complete stillness, and then he’s just thinking about how this guy looks like a fusion between Robin and Superboy, he can picture it perfectly in his head, fully animated dragon ball fusion style.

it’s SuperRobin, real name Ton, or maybe Kim.

getting distracted, he was asked a question, better answer.

“yeahI’mfine” he wheezes, very believable stuff.

“no you’re not, do you need a hand? sick Impulse cosplay by the way”

So, yeah, Danny pesters Bart into at least eating and drinking something, he says that if the two guys, who are now identified to Bart as the guys in white also known as the GIW or the Ghost Investigation Ward… and Bart going “oh I know a ghost! she’s really great” and Danny being pleasantly surprised.

but anyway if those guys do anything he will know, cause apparently they are very loud and quite destructive. and that’s honestly no comfort to Bart cause he knows what the future is gonna look like, but also he’s about to pass out and that would be super uncool and also make him totally useless anyway so… eating and drinking first it is.

Danny is a local, which is useful cause Bart only knew the route he needed to take for his previous mission and not really anything else regarding this place. And he tells Bart that he’s screwed with the GIW before so he knows how they operate. it fucking sucks that Bart accidentally aided apparent government bad guys… the others can never find out…

Overall, working with Danny is pretty great. For a civilian the guy is very resourceful. he’s witty, smart, funny, a lot stronger than he looks, honestly maybe the SuperRobin fusion thing he thought about before has some merit… are there any hidden clone labs around? billionaires with zero morals? yes? no? maybe?

Bart simply told Danny that he needs the machine from the white suit guys for future superhero reasons. and he’s fully intending on just handing it over to Robin, hopefully while not having to explain why he has it in the first place, and see if he can figure out how it’s gonna cause the world to end so they can make sure that can never happen.

Danny says that the machine is probably just an anti ghost weapon of some kind. Bart is skeptical, because first of all, why would anyone need anti ghost weapons when magic is already a thing and works on them just fine. Like all the superhero exorcists that Bart knows use some form of magic, well he guess anti ghost weapons would be useful for the bats, but that begs the question why is the government going around trying to shoot ghosts? and why hasn’t Bart heard of this before, cause this sounds like something Robin would enjoy telling him about.

But Bart, with significant help from Danny, manages to… confiscate (steal) the machine from the white suits.

he promises Danny he’ll visit, cause they are friends now, it’s official. And he would love to introduce him to the others as well.

Once back Bart still gets lectured of course, and Tim does reveal that yeah, the box really is just some sort of ghost trapping device, and he’s keeping it.

Bart doesn’t really care, the only thing he cares about is that everything is back to normal and he even got a new friend out of the whole ordeal.

It's then that Robin brings up a new member for Young Justice who will soon be joining them, and Bart is completely confused.

Everyone else is confused at Bart’s confusion, this was already known a week ago? and Bart figures that something did change somewhere somehow anyway, that’s fine.

Kon reminds Bart of the new guy’s callsign, apparently it’s Phantom.

Bart tries to imagine what they would look like, but at the moment he can only picture Danny in a SuperRobin outfit.oh well, hopefully this just means that Bart manages to get two friends out of this whole mess.

[caprisun89bakerstreet]

Call it what you want

( Oneshot )

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“I want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck, not because he owns me. But because he really knows me.”

Summary: Obi-Wan had a rather meaningful gift in his pocket for the past few days and finally build up the courage to give it to you.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!reader

Wordcount: 2,1k

Tags: Fluff, friends to lovers, forbidden love, anxious obi-wan, no hurt only comfort

Warnings: Obi is such a cinnamon roll it’s awfull (luckily i love cinnamon rolls)

‘’it’s a pretty one, isn’t it? It’s made out of the shells from our ocean which were cracked open. Which seems sad, but given the way they look like from the inside I suppose it’s worth it.” She told him and smiled. Obi-Wan’s mind went to you for a split second, then looked back at the pendant in his hand and swallowed.

‘’I suppose it is..’’ He mumbled a little absently. He didn’t know why he was still here. Jedi didn’t really buy eachother things. Maybe a smaller souvenir, something like butter tea or Alderanian liquor. But not something this… intricate.

‘’So, who’s the lucky girl?’’ That startled Obi-Wan. And he forced himself to get back to the present moment.

‘’It’s— no one.’’ He fumbled quickly. But hated that made it seem like you meant nothing to him. ‘’She’s a friend. Another Jedi.’’ He added after a moment, his voice more controlled.

The seller smiled knowingly. ‘’Ah. Ofcours, forgive me.’’ She told him and seemed to rummage behind her stall for a moment. ‘’Here.’’ Obi-Wan looked up at her and as she was offering him a small cloth and leather strap. He looked at her puzzled.

‘’Was I not allowed to touch it without buying it?’’ He asked confused, but the seller gave him a small nod.

‘’Consider it a gift. For making sure our village remains safe, thanks to the both of you.’’ She told him and offered him the cloth and strap. Obi-Wan looked at her for a moment, clearly hesitant because he wasn’t used to niceties like these. But accepted.

‘’That’s very generous, thank you.’’ He replied. And carefully put the golden chain along with the pearl in the small cloth.

‘’Do me one favor, will you?’’ The seller then asked with a gleam in her eye which Obi-Wan thought borderlined on mischief. He raised his eyebrows slightly in curiosity.

‘’Tell her it brings out her eyes.’’ She smiled.

Obi-Wan flushed. Silently cursed at himself for it, but nodded once out of respect and turned around. Sliding the wrapped up necklace into the pocket of his robe.

She had barely known him for 2 minutes and could see right through his carefully build walls. Walls which took years to built. Walls that should’ve been unbreakable.

For the past few days the small wrapped up cloth had been a burden rather than a gift. It had been burning an aching hole into his pocket since the mission because he couldn’t seem to give it to her. Why was this so difficult? It shouldn’t be. It’s difficult because it means something- and it definitely shouldn’t. But he couldn’t help it. Every time he fumbled with the leather strap of the wrapping, all he could think of was her. How it should be hers. He couldn’t explain it. Not without crossing a line or two which had been written centuries ago. But they were friends, that’s all. He knew it was never going to be anything more— he just— needed her to know…. He needed her to know. That he saw her, that even when she feels insignificant or small, when she’s hurting and won’t show it, that he sees her. For who she is. And wouldn’t change a thing about her.

So when Obi-Wan went to his usual spot in the Room of a Thousand fountains to think, and get his mind off of things. But he stopped in his tracks when he saw you. Sitting next to the water gazing down at it, fingers lazily trailing over the small ripples. Your hair was partially tied up, a few strands had fallen out of their usual updo. And he knew that if he didn’t give it to you now, he might find an excuse to never do so at all.

You could sense his presence easily and wondered why he still wasn’t joining you after a minute or two.

‘’Are you still coming?’’ You ask then and tilt your head to look at him. Your expression soft but curious as he looks back at you.

‘’Right- sorry.’’ He spoke and shook his head slightly, clearly lost in thought. But he sat down next to you.

You were both silent as you looked at the water again, just being in eachother’s presence was often enough.

‘’I… have something for you.’’ Obi-Wan then spoke slightly hesitant. And that made you look up at him.

You blinked. ‘’You do?’’

‘’I know Jedi aren’t supposed to be very sentimental…’’ He started, choosing his words carefully. ‘’But I saw this on Takonadona, when we were at that market in the village. I didn’t go looking for it, it just— stood out…’’

You look at him, still confused as you watch him struggling explaining— something. But then, without another word, you see Obi-Wan pulling out a small wrapped up cloth from his pocket. And he gently hands it to you. You watched him for a moment but then slowly take it from him. Eyes flicking between him and the gift.

‘’What’s the occasion?’’ You ask after a long moment. And Obi-Wan looked down. Contemplating his awnser.

‘’It reminded me of you.’’ He said softly and his eyes met yours. You weren’t sure what else to say so you looked down and your fingers carefully untie the strap. Then you fold open the cloth and see what it holds.

Obi-Wan noticed the way you froze.

You saw the delicate heart-shaped necklace which looked to be made out of a pearl, the iridescent and glimmering surface almost gave you the illusion of it faintly glowing. It was simple. Subtle even, despite it’s light reflecting qualities. It took you a moment to be able to breath properly again.

‘’… Obi-Wan,’’ You spoke softly.

‘’It— I almost didn’t notice it. But when I was walking past some stalls, it caught my eye…’’ He explained quietly. Obi-Wan didn’t know why he felt the need to explain himself. But he did.

After a moment you look up at him, feeling a heaviness in your chest. ‘’But why? It’s— It’s beautiful. But I don’t understand..’’

He hesitated. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how to tell you. Because he couldn’t even admit it to himself without feeling like he had crossed a few lines. But he didn’t want to lie either.

‘’There’s something about it.’’ He eventually started. ‘’The way it catches light- it’s subtle. But it shows more color the longer you look. And it’s soft— but not fragile. It’s… centered. The seller told me it was made out of the insides of shells. Because even the most hidden parts of them can reflect the most light. And when I held it, I thought, this feels like you.’’

That explanation hit something deeper in you. And you open your mouth to say something- but you can’t.

‘’It doesn’t mean anything—’’ Obi-Wan quickly added, even though it did. ‘’’Not like that I just—’’ His voice faltered for a moment as you looked at him. ‘’I thought you should have something that reminded you of how others see you, when… when you can’t.”

You lowered her gaze then, fingers closing around the necklace carefully, almost reverently. After a moment you’re able to voice your thoughts, although quietly.

“…I don’t deserve something like this.”

Obi-Wan turned to you then, and placed a gentle but steadying hand on your arm.

‘’You always say that. And it’s never true.’’ He told you gently.

You clench your jaw for a moment. The soft ripples of the water infront of them suddenly being the only sound around them.

You eventually unclasp the chain, slowly and still usure. Almost afraid to wear something this pretty. You’d recieved gifts before in your life, but not many. And never ones that were this… Meaningful. Even though it didn’t mean anything, like he said, but you could almost feel the small pendant weighing heavy with unspoken significance.

After a moment of hesitation you lift the chain and slip it around your neck. Fingers fumbling slightly at the clasp but you managed to secure it. The pendant settling just over your sternum, light reflecting on it from the sun.

Obi-Wan’s breath caught.

It looked better on you than he had imagined. Somehow even more you than earlier—like it belonged. The way the gold chain blended with your skin, how the pearlescent shimmer complimented the colors in her eyes—he couldn’t look away.

‘’You were right… It does feel like me…’’ You spoke quietly after a moment and look back at him. Realizing yet again that Obi-Wan was one of the few people in your life who actually saw you. ‘’Thank you.’’

Obi-Wan noticed the way it affected you, and the way you let it show. And he slowly nodded.

‘’I’m glad.’’

Then quieter he added something else which made your heart skip a beat. ‘’It brings out your eyes..’’

The words slipped out before Obi-Wan could stop himself. They weren’t improper. But closer to an edge than he usually let himself go.

Your lips turn into a hesitant smile as your cheeks flush slightly.

He noticed.

You didn’t say anything more. You didn’t need to, not with him. Just let your shoulder gently lean against his for a long moment. Neither of you spoke. For a long time.

As if that one heart-shaped pearl hold every truth they could never speak aloud. But it was louder than any words they’ve kept hidden like the pearlescent shimmer of the insides of the toughest shell. They’ve both managed to crack the other open over the years. And the longer the gaze at eachother, the more beauty they find. Leaving them in awe. But still some parts were hidden, beneath that glimmering surface of a distraction. Because if that one truth came out, the porselain would crack, and ruin the rainbows of colors that were once reflecting so radiantly. But if it did manage to crack one day… Would everything fall apart? Would the other look at them any differently when the walls crumble down? Or would they be astonished? Because all of the cracked tapestries of carefully woven walls reflect more light than one could possible fathom?

Maybe one day these two shells wil be brave enough to find out. The particular gleam of the pendant only being reflected in the other’s eyes. But for now, a small heart-shaped piece of fate had passed between the two. Which has carefully woven them together and are now possibly closer to the awnser.

[crikitune]

im on a konbart kick rn so have a low effort meme 😍 og screenshot i got the texts from below

[hiddenzev]

Second Confession: Part 1

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: Already having a crush on Joel for a year now, she was asked to be his patrol partner.

Chapter Warnings - Angst, One-sided love, Unrequited Love, Idiots in Love, a hint of fluff

WC: 1.6k

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A/N: This is my first time committing to write a complete series of a fic. Also my first time posting it on tumblr so i'm still navigating and figuring things out. I love reading unrequited love with a happy ending stories so this has been living in my head rent free for awhile. I speak broken English most of the time (singlish iykyk) so there might be errors in my writing here and there, sorry bout that. Idk if anyone is gonna read this but if you do, i hope you enjoy it. This is prolly gonna be a 5 part series so the next few chapters will be longer than this.

Knock, Knock, Knock

You finish up washing your hands in the sink before shouting over your shoulders, “Coming!”

You dried your hands before making your way to the front door. You quickly put on your coat before opening the door and finding Tommy leaning against your porch with his hands in his front pockets.

“Good morning!” he say with a smile, “Ready to go?” he asks, turning his body to gesture them to walk out front. You nod your head and turn to lock your door. Both of you walk out and make your way to the cafeteria for breakfast as usual.

The cafeteria is filled with people in the morning. After getting your food, both of you made your way to the table in the corner with Maria, Ellie and Joel already seated eating their food. As you get closer, Tommy went to Maria’s side and bent down to kiss her on the cheek before sitting beside her. You sit down beside Ellie and gave your greetings to the group.

“Good morning,” you greet them.

“Morning.” Ellie greeted back with mouthful of food still in her mouth.

You get a nod from Maria as she looks up at you while eating her food. Maria has been nice to you from the moment you got to Jackson. Even though she can be strict and tough at times, that is what makes you admire her. You, on the other hand, are reserved and laid back. You are not a leader but more of a follower. That’s why you respect her a lot because of what she’s doing for the community.

It’s been 3 years since you arrived in Jackson, tattered with the remnants of the past and  the pain within you. It was difficult to adjust to the community at first but the couple currently sitting in front of you embraced you into the community with open arms without any judgement. They taught you everything that you need to know about Jackson and since then, you have been living here without much difficulties.

Unlike Maria, Joel does not even acknowledge your presence and keep on eating his breakfast with a frown on his face. You wonder if you will get to be the receiver of his smile one day. You had seen him smile a couple of times while talking to Tommy and you want to see his smile more often.

However, Joel is someone who distances himself from everybody else and has a tough exterior. People in Jackson find him intimidating and stay as far away as possible from him, scared to agitate and make him angry. He’s always tensed around everyone except the ones that he consider his people like Tommy and Ellie.

Joel and Ellie came to Jackson a year ago to find Tommy and that was when you saw him letting his guard down for the first time when embracing his brother in the middle of the town. After that, he had returned back in his shell refusing to open up to anybody. In the beginning, you tried to come up to him and strike a conversation but he always reply with one word answer or silence or a glare that can burn through your skull. You understand that after everything that happened to this world, it’s tough to live with optimism and hope like before.

Ever since he arrived, he had caught your eye. With his rugged appearance, tic in his jaw every now and then, a face that doesn’t show you a hint of happiness and you still can’t take your eyes of him when he’s around. You don’t know why you seek to look or ask about him when he’s not around. You have been harbouring this feeling towards him for a year now. It’s starting to bubble up on the surface and you’re afraid that you can’t contain it anymore.

You shake those thoughts away and start to dig in your food. Breakfast is filled with Ellie telling everybody on the table about things that she learned in school and asking us about life before the outbreak. Tommy and Maria answer her questions and Joel scoffs at what she said sometimes. You watch her talk about life before the outbreak with wonder in her eyes and you can’t help but smile at her. She brings up the feeling of serenity in you when you see the curiosity in her eyes.

Seeing the world through a kid’s eye is something that we adults cannot afford to do anymore. You are caught up in what Ellie is saying that you don’t realise that Joel, who is sitting on the other side of Ellie, is looking at you. You stare in each other’s eyes for a few seconds before he look away and go back to finishing his food.

“How are you feeling today?” Maria ask you.

“I’m good,” you answer, tearing your eyes away from Joel.

“Do you mind covering Tim on patrols next week?” Joel looks up hearing this. Tim is Joel’s patrol partner. They’ve been partners for almost a month now. Apparently, Tim and Joel don’t get along well. I mean, no one gets along well with Joel. Anyone that got assigned to be his partner always backed out after a few weeks. They cannot find anyone that can handle him except for Tommy. For awhile, Tommy was his partner but they cannot let him stick with him all the time as they needed Tommy’s help somewhere else sometimes.

You look at Joel to gauge his reaction. His stern look towards Maria is not breaking.

“Yeah I don’t mind.” You turn your head to look at the couple. Tommy is giving you an apologetic look knowing Joel is difficult to work with. He look at Joel who has turn his eyes away from Maria and now towards him.

“Joel, please. We don’t have anyone else.” Tommy says with a begging look on his face. Joel stares at him without saying anything.

“Oh come on man, is it so difficult to not be mean?” Ellie breaks the silence. Joel frown at her as she continues to speak.

“She’s my friend and she’s nice,” her eyes widen to emphasise her words.

“I don’t want you to infect her with your ‘old man attitude’,” she air quote annoyingly, making Joel to soften his eyes a little bit.

“Besides, she’s the only one that can stand you and your grumpiness.” Joel look at her confused. You are confused too by what she said. What does she mean by that? Tommy and Maria exchange glances before Maria speaks again.

“If everyone is ok with it, I’ll see you at the gates for patrol next week.” She looks at everyone for confirmation before stopping to look at you. You give her a nod before she stands up to start her day. Everybody quietly leaves before you are left with Ellie alone who still has a little bit of food to finish.

You timidly ask her about what she meant earlier, “Ellie, what do you mean when you said I’m the only one that can stand him and his grumpiness?”

Ellie looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She smirks and continue to eat her food not answering your question.

“Ellie!” you urge her to answer you.

She just laugh at you and stands up to return her tray. You are left alone being confused.

Feeling a little bit sluggish from the day, you make yourself a nice hot tea and make your way to your front porch. You sit down on your chair, immersing yourself in the calm stillness of the night. You have always enjoy the nights in Jackson more than the daytime. 

As you are relaxing, what happened earlier today, creeps up in your mind. The way Joel was looking at you makes your heart beat faster. What was he thinking while looking at you like that? Also, what did Ellie meant when she said that I’m the only one that can stand him and his grumpiness? You did not spend a lot of time with him alone for her to think that way.

You are perplexed on joining him on patrols, knowing the fact that a lot of people had a tough time with him. You cannot back out from it now and you are taking this opportunity to get to know him better.

While you are in thinking about Joel, you hear the strumming of a guitar nearby. It must be him. Joel lives adjacent to your house and you know that he plays the guitar some nights thinking no one is around to hear him play. You are not able to see him play because he plays the guitar at his back porch all the time. You did get to see him play once when he was back facing you, sitting at the edge of his porch, taking in the sunset. You had thought it was a beautiful view even though he wasn’t facing you.

You did not tell anyone about your feelings for him but you think that maybe Tommy has caught on to it. Sometimes he caught you looking at his brother and he would give you a mischievous smirk.

You have been wanting to tell Joel about your feelings that you’ve kept for about a year now. You also know that it is a risk as he will probably react badly to it. You do not expect him to accept it. You are doing it mostly for yourself. Call it selfish or whatever but you think it’s better to let those feelings out and move on with your life without keeping a secret that will only eat you from the inside.

Having a crush for a year is a long time and you think that it won’t progress any further so you’d rather do it fearlessly with no regrets. With a determination to confess , you let yourself listen to him playing the guitar for awhile more before calling it a night.

next part

[juniemunie]

This was supposed to be just me indulging on some old highschool memories but guess who sneaked in