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authors note; this is rough, finished in like 10 minutes. i havent read over so please forgive any grammar mistakes.

I am not american, my mother tongue is NOT english!!

she/her used. will continue to be used unless requested otherwise.

theme; Leon S. Kennedy has spent the last weeks in bars, or in his couch - heart broken over the fact that his alcohol issue has cost him his relationship. On cloud nine, he calls y/n: drunk.

warning; alcohol

Leon S. Kennedy didn't feel the pride he once had all those years ago, when he had first arrived in raccoon city as a brand new police officer - hoping to make a change.. Be part of something bigger and serve a purpose. No, he didn't feel the pride in his badge any longer there he sat in a bar for the 4th time this week. The other 2 days he had spent drinking alone in his apartment, the last and final he had spent in bed sleeping the alcohol off. Normally he wouldn't spend every day of the week drinking his last breath away, especially since this exact issue had cost him his relationship – drowning the pain with the cause of the split. stupid, but alcohol was his only thing to turn to these days. Drunk, feeling like he was on a cloud with his arms giving in, he was walking home from the bar - having been thrown out for a physical fight involving another customer. "Throwing me out, tsk.." He muttered to himself as he walked unsteady in the street - reaching his hand into his jacket pocket, successfully pulling out his phone and dialing a familiar number; y/n's. "mm, mm.." He said with the ringer, waiting for his ex-girlfriend to answer the phone. But – she never did. As the phone service began telling him to leave a message, he responded sighed - pinching his temple before he began speaking into the microphone: , "Hey, uh.. It's Leon." He said, despite the caller ID exposing this fact already. "It's been a while since we last spoke and i know you don't want to see me, but i can't stop thinking about you." He began

authors note; this is rough. BOLD AND SMALS MEANS PAST. LOOKING BACK AT SOMETHING THATS ALREADY HAPPENED!!!!!

I am not american, my mother tongue is NOT english!!

she/her used. will continue to be used unless requested otherwise.

theme; jake's wife died in the second battle against Quaritch - he can't seem to move on or forget about her.

warning; mentions of death, loss of a parent and lover, grief

note to requester; im sure this isn't what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy regardless! sorry for the wait!!!!

"I can't just forget about her - you don't understand." Jake said to Tonowari, who sat down next to him.

Tonowari and jake had grown extremely close after everything that had happened, becoming the stereotypical father-duo you'd see on eath. of course, jake would never say this. Anyone on pandora – especially recently – hated the sky people. But after what had happened to Jake's wife, they had grown even closer. Tonowari had no idea what he was dealing with, true.. but he wanted jake to know he had a friend.

No matter how much Jake pushed him away, he always came back to help. Even though Jake doesn't say thank you a lot, he was very thankful.

"I'm not saying you have to let her memory go, Jake. I am saying that you have to let her spirit rest with Eywa. She's protected."

"Oh, what the hell does it matter if Eywa is protecting her when I couldn't protect her while she was still alive." Jake said, almost interrupting the leaders sentence. He knew Tonowari had nothing but good intentions, but Jake felt so guilty. guilty about bringing his family here, especially his wife (knowing she hated the place) – guilty about his children being left without a mother..

"It couldn't have been prevented. She died protecting her family and my people. For that she will never be forgotten." Tono said, placing a hand on jake's shoulder. He gave him a sympathetic look, even though jake was looking down to the water he had his feet in.

"Jake.. " She struggled to say his name, reaching to touch his face. Jake had grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek as he bent down so she wouldn't have to struggle so much – his hand still on top of hers as a tear swam down his cheek. "oh, ma jake. don't cry." even though she was struggling to speak full sentences, she smiled a soft smile as tears ran down her very own cheeks. the open wound in her stomach sent occasional (but more regular by the second) shots of pain through her body, making her body, making her jaw clench or her breathing pause as it happened, depending on whether or not she spoke. she was quivering because of the cold - she was bleeding out. there was no chance she could survive this. not here.

Jake, still holding his wives hand to his cheek, leaned down even more. he kissed her on the forehead, before resting his own on hers with his eyes closed. it hurt too much to look at her. she was trying to be strong for him, even though she was the one dying. it really explains so easily who she is and how she treats the ones she cares for.

Jake shut his eyes and tilted his head a little, thinking about what had happened. It hurt him. It had hurt him gravely, and it forever would. "I just.." Jake said, his voice breaking and it caused him to pause. "I couldn't. There was nothing I could.. " Jake stopped himself again, feeling a recently familiar lump in his throat growing. "I know. I know." Tonowari said with a nod, knowing Jake was about to say it wasn't anything he could do. he was about to explain himself for the hundredth time - but he didn't have to. no one blamed him for what had happened.

"Jake.. " She said, whimpering. she was shaking uncontrollably because of the cold that was due to the blood loss. her body was shutting down and she knew she was about to die. although a scary feeling — she felt at ease knowing eywa would take care of and protect her.

"I know, I know, I know, I know, I know." Jake said, pulling away to look at her as he let her hand be freed from his hand and cheek. "I'm going to be okay." she whispered.

Jake looked up at the sky, trying to stop himself from crying. she deserved better than having the last thing she saw be Jake crying. "Ma jake, I need you to listen to me." She pressed through her teeth, trying to speak as calmly as she could despite the pain. Jake looked back down from the sky and at his beautiful, beautiful wife. she took his hand, squeezing it as hard as she could and offered him a warm, kind, soft, and familiar smile before she spoke again. "I am going to be okay. This is not your fault." she pressed her lips together, before pushing out the last thing she could. "Oel ngati kameie." she whispered, before slowly fading away. Jake realised quickly, his eyes widening as tears streamed down his face. he used his arms to lift her to his lap, her chest and up now laying on him as he used his arm to support her head. After looking at her for a couple of seconds, repeatedly screaming the words "no, no, no, no," over and over again, he pressed his body to hers, hugging her.

"no, no, no, this can't be happening." he said as he pulled away from her body and looked at her. he used his hand to remove some pieces of hair from her face, only to realise she was so, so incredibly cold.

"tìng mikyun ayoer rutxe, ma mawma sa'nok. srung si poeru ma eywa. rutxe, zamunge oeyä yawne ne'im"

*hear us please, all mother. eywa, help her. please, send my beloved back. *

"rutxe, eyng, ma eywa"

* please, respond eywa. *

d/n = daughters name

s/n = sons name.

i didn't want to make up names in case readers would like to do that on their own. personally i imagined the kids in way of water lol

theme; you tell jake he's being too hard on your kids - he tells you why.

pairing; dilf jake sully x reader

warnings; bad ending !! clearly what i need to work on the most. mentions of death and war. intentional lower caps

"Jake." I began, looking at him with that look on my face as he finished lecturing our son. This conversation we were about to have must not be had in front of the kids, as that might make it seem like i don't respect jake when he sets a boundary or makes a decision. if thats what it looked like to our kids they could start not listening to him - which is the last thing i'd want.

but it was getting out of hand, and it made me uncomfortable.

we had three kids, one on the way. two boys, one girl.

i always thought him being much more strict with our sons was because they were older and needed to take more responsibility than our daughter had to - because i agreed with that. he did lecture d/n when he had to (so she wouldn't get a suffocating attitude and behavior as a grown up. parenting !) but with our boys it was very different. he'd lecture them about everything, and being very harsh and closed minded when he did so.

jake caught on, nodding.

"you guys go ahead, your mother and I will be right behind you." he said, patting our oldest sons back twice before they went off, mumbling to each other.

"i told you he'd freak out!"

"shut up, jerk. it was your idea."

"oh, yeah? you're the one who started it!"

i waited until they were out of hearing distance before i began again, turning from their direction and to my mates.

"you are very hard on them." i said as i turned around, gaining a sigh from jake in response.

"we've been over this, y/n. they're teenagers. they can't grow and mature with kisses and hugs."

"but it is more than that. you cannot expect them to make no mistakes." it is hard enough already for them with their father being who he was. but like every other na'vi they wanting to make their father and anyone with his name proud - that wouldn't be such a fight if he didn't have so high and unrealistic expectations.

"i don't." Jake responded fast, sounding over it already. he hated having to explain his reasoning - having to explain and defend himself.

"they think you do. that's whats important - they think you have expectations they will never be able to fulfill."

"they said that?"

"once. but they do not have to. i see it - i feel it." i felt very close to all of my children, like if they were physically hurt, I was too.

"I'm their father - its my job to be hard on them. toughen them up for the real world."

"your daughter is growing up in the same world - you don't treat her the same and they see it, jake." the absolute last thing id ever wish for is for jake to be so tough that it creates a wedge between two sons and a father.

"what do you want me to do, hm? let them run off and break every rule we set for them? that is not the kind of example i want to set for the youngest; that you can do whatever you want, whenever you want with no consequences." as he said the word youngest, he placed a hand on my stomach. ever since i got pregnant, he had gotten even more strict. i thought it was because he didn't want to stress me out with our kids (specifically boys) being wild, doing things they shouldn't be doing, but i'd never asked.

"talk to me, ma jake. why are you like this?" before we had our oldest, s/n, jake was very fun. definitely the wildest man i had ever met, always doing something he shouldn't. he was still like that, but less than before. i knew it was because he had matured massively since then, but i wish he'd seen himself in our sons before being so quick to judge their excitement for the world around them.

"because that's how my father raised me and my brother - i think i turned out alright. that's what i want for them. to turn out alright. more than alright - i want them to be the men they were born to be." he explained, struggling a little to keep the eye contact between us.

Jake was not one to talk about his family or his life before Pandora. i knew about his brother and his warrior background, but his parents weren't a subject he'd heavily touch on unless heavily forced.

"when i was a marine, i could be careless. it's more to the story but in the end, i lost my legs because i wasn' thinking two steps ahead. i didn't have my father to correct and lecture me, so i'm giving it to my kids." Jake was very grateful for this chapter in his life, more thankful for this than anything. being able to wiggle his toes and run in the forest was a gift he did not recognize until it was lost. not being able to do so as a human threw him to the wolves of depression - same affect as losing his brother.

he'd hate for one of his sons to get badly injured or even worse: one losing the other like he had lost his brother many years ago.

i opened my mouth to respond, but he quickly shut me off by continuing.

"my father raised me like this and I will continue raising my sons like this. you might not agree with me on everything, but i know i'm doing the right thing."

i am not american, my mother tongue is NOT english!!

she/her used, will continue to be used unless requested otherwise.

theme; star gazing with Jake

warning; very corny starter

our love was so great and rare, that it could simply not exist in any other dimension or universe. we were meant to be in a way that cannot be taught.

it cannot be recreated.

i was born into this world and jake was not. it was so strange, but it was so right. i never looked for love until i was staring at it - staring at him.

it was currently night. not too cold, not too hot. a perfect mixture of something in-between, as we were lying on the ground to look at the stars. well, one can argue that there isn't any stars on the sky and they would be correct – but it was still something we wanted to do, regardless of what you want to call it.

"Have you done this before?" Jake asked me as we layed down in the grass, looking over at me. I shook my head, following his lead down on the ground.

"No. I have never been bored enough." I said, smiling. it's true, i had not been bored enough to look up at the sky for hours and hours with no end. I'd grown up with this sky, i knew how beautiful it was. yes, it was very beautiful, and i loved it - watched it too - but never unless i was in bed looking up. Jake told me that didn't count as "sky gazing" - i laughed in his face. he had a way of getting the last word and finding a way around the fact to be correct.

"It doesn't move much, huh?" Jake said after we'd been lying there for a couple of minutes. I shook my head, though he wouldn't see it.

"No. But it is still very beautiful, don't you think?" I asked, still looking up. It was strange - i didn't usually like being still for too long. I preferred doing stuff. Move. however, I felt very safe around Jake. like nothing could harm us in any way. we were in our own bubble of safety when we were together. i protected him and he protected me.

In the cornor of my eye, I saw him turning his head to the side, looking at me.

"yeah." he began, "very beautiful."

with that, i turned my head to look at him too. i slowly let my head fall to the side he was on, quickly noticing the little space between us. but it had not startle me at all, or make me back up like i'd done before when we'd gotten very close.

when i turned, my eyes had been placed to look at his lips. though i was not one to complain, i slowly adjusted them to look him in the eye - but he was already looking into mine, causing my heart to skip a beat.

we just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, trapped in our own little world. we didn't always have to speak - the silence was comfortable and warm.

after a moment of silence, you could see jake's lip corners turning upwards and i couldn't help but follow his lead and do the same. Pretty soon we were smiling at each other like two dorks.

Then, a soft but very genuine laugh i was no longer able to keep away escaped through my teeth. as i laughed, i covered my face with my hands and looked up again – but jake did not laugh. he just kept grinning at me. As i slowly stopped, I looked over at him again. My smile slowly faded as i looked into his eyes and realised why i'd began laughing in the first place. i'd gotten nervous. jake sully had made me nervous by just looking into my eyes. so nervous, i hadn't even realised until it gotten a moment away.

Jake's smile slowly faded with mine, leaning his head forward. Automatically, I leaned mine towards his, shutting my eyes slowly.

Our bodies knew where to stop before we hit each other and broke the moment, our foreheads resting on each others now. it felt so comfortable and intimate. I felt his warm hand being put on my cheek, his thumb moving very slowly back and forward. I felt my blood rush to where he was holding on both sides of my face – if i wasn't blue, i'd be red.

very carefully, i leaned my jaw upward. i leaned it far enough up to reach his lips, kissing him ever so softly.

warnings; none

pairing; jake sully x reader

fandom; avatar (2009)

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everyone were gathered, talking and laughing. Jake had become a man. His second birth.

and for some reason, I couldn't stop looking over at him. At first, they were glances. Quick glances that were over before they even started. But by the minute, my glances grew to become seconds at a time. Long seconds.

I was clearly jealous, though I'd never admit it to anyone.

Jake Sully – the human boy learning our ways while we learn about him and his kind. Who would've thought?

The reason I kept looking at him is because he was speaking to Ninat. They seemed to have a good time - a good talk. I glanced over again - only, this was one of those longer looks. And he'd caught me.

I immediately looked away, embarrassed. I looked over again, moving my head very slightly. My eyes were the ones that moved the most - it would be so much easier to pretend like I wasn't looking if he caught me again.

My eyes shifted between Ninat's back and his face - causing me to not notice him catching me again.

My eyes moved from Ninat and to his face. He'd seen me. Again.

"rutxe, tìng swaw." please, give minute I said, excusing myself from those I had been standing with.

I went where I always go when I need help hearing myself - understanding myself. My thoughts, my feelings .. My heart. Our ancestors's voices always helped.

"why so blue?" Jake Sully said, walking behind me. Thought I didn't see his face, I could tell he was smiling - proud of that line for some reason.

"What?" I asked, turning around.

"Ah. Never mind." He continued, putting his right hand up to stop me from asking again.

"Why did you leave?" He continued, taking a step closer.

"Why are you following me?" I followed up, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Like I said - you seemed.." Jake took a second, before he spoke again. "Blue."

I rolled my eyes, turning around before I continued walking towards the tree of voices.

"hey! wait up." The man-baby said, following me.

"prrnen." baby mumbled, not waiting.

we weren't far from the tree - so i slowed down as we approached. Once we got there, I turned to him again.

"You may choose a woman now - you know this?" I said, voice falling deep.

"We have many fine women. Ninat - she is our best singer." I continued, turning away to look at something else so my face wouldn't reveal my heart.

"But, I don't want Ninat." Jake responded, still looking directly at me. He tilted his head very slightly, shaking it just enough to see if you payed close attention.

I then turned slowly back to face him. I was nervous, showing it in my own mannerisms. My head was slightly turned down, and I was avoiding eye contact for a couple of seconds before lifting my eyes to look into his.

"You see - I have already chosen." he continued after i turned around, his voice incredibly soft.

"But this woman I've chosen ... She must also choose me."

My head automatically lifted up, a smile spreading across my face at an instant. A fainted laugh escaped my lips, as I realised what he had meant.

He had chosen me. out of everyone, he had chosen me.

"She already has."

It didn't matter how much he annoyed me at the beginning, or how unnatural he was at first when he met The People - i'd fallen in love with the skxawng.

pairing; nick furcillo x reader

pronouns; she/her reader

warnings; moma witch, haven't checked for grammar mistakes.

summer had been a long two months with nothing but insecurities and jealousy on nick's end. watching y/n spending so much time with someone like jacob really got his eyes rolling. were they flirting? were they friends? there is literally no way of telling.

i mean, of course jacob has his obsession with his want-it-to-be-more-summer-fling, but y/n is absolutely stunning. the prettiest girl at Hacketts quarry - if not the entire world. she is also so, so, very kind ... to nick, especially. is she just being friendly?

jacob has the great idea to steal the rotor arm to the car they were supposed to leave in. he told y/n he would do it to get more time with Emma. or, well, he didn't say that specifically ... but it's true. that is what he wanted.

"jacob, thats ridiculous. you seriously think one more night will make her change her mind about you?"

"hey, you never know. will she be able to resist all of this-?" he said as he (palms up) put both his hands to the side of his chest before lowering them at a steady pace (hopefully you understand what im describing. if not, try it and youll understand).

"- hell no. no chance."

y/n let out a chuckle at his gestures, putting her hand up to make him stop. while doing this, she shook her head and looked down - this only lasted for a couple of quick seconds.

"whatever you say, champ."

over the summer, y/n and jacob had grown incredibly close. jacob did and said so many cringe things that would normaly give her the ick completely - but he was such a sweetheart .. pretty funny, too. you see, when someone you grow to enjoy the company of continuously does cringey stuff - it turns funny, in a way? charming, maybe? but she could never see him as more than a friend.

"don't you shame me for my summer desires,"

"summer?" y/n interrupted, along with a chuckle.

"because i know you, l/n. you've got that thing for nick, and you know you wouldn't hate another night with the guy." he didn't care about her interruptions or her jokes. he knew he could make emma see and understand what he is: boyfriend material.

"i've got no such thing. for anyone."

"oh, but you definitely do." he said, pulling the rotor arm.

"shut up. focus on that rotor arm of yours."

-

later, the group was sitting around the fire, ready to play truth or dare. ryan didn't even want to be out here - he told the group multiple times that the way to have a party would be to listen to Mr. H and stay inside. it was a full moon too, and they should be (at least a little) scared after all the stories he has told - which includes the full moon.

the game was boring for a few rounds, before someone decided to spice it up. it was first done by a dare from emma, asking ryan to kiss either dylan or kaitlyn. it was an obvious pick on his end: dylan.

"alrighty, who should i pick.." ryan said, before he was quickly interrupted by kaitlyn, letting him know that she, along with jacob had not been picked yet.

"Kaitlyn, truth or dare?" ryan spoke, looking over at Kaitlyn. He wasn't exactly the coolest one in the group, but truth or dare can't be that hard to ace.

"Truth. Definitely truth."

"what do you want to be when you're grown up?"

"emma?"

"dare."

"you have to kiss.. jacob.. or.. nick."

emma went on to choose nick, and y/n was immediately set out. emma knew as well as the nsxt person that she was definitely interested in nick - so why would she do that? i mean, theyre not the best of friends but come on. thats just mean.

not only did she kiss nick, but she sat down on his lap and held his head. he even wrapped his arm around her. was he interested in her? emma? not y/n? jacob had said countless of times that by the end of summer, y/n would have nick nailed down like a foot trapped in a bear trap. his expressions didn't always make sense, but he tried. but he was also wrong, because nick seemed to enjoy that kiss more than jacob would.

"thank you, nick." emma said, walking backwards away from the man. y/n looked down on her feet, sitting on her hands. nick looked down too, but glanced over at her - but only for a second. he knew he had messed it up, and if there was any chance that she liked him? it was slim now. it was a good kiss, but he closed his eyes for a reason. he closed his eyes to imagine someone else sitting on his lap and holding the back of his head - thats why when he opened them again: he looked so baffled.

emma's stupid comment about how good nick was at kissing didn't help much. y/n quickly got up from her seat, walking off.

jacob got rather angry, making some comments before he walked off too.

"I guess I should probably ... go after him." emma said. "you should probably go find n/n." and without any hesitation: nick got up and walked after her.

walking around the forest alone, y/n found herself getting more and more freaked out. she thought she could hear an old womans voice saying "she took everything from me". it might've just been her imagination, seeing as how scared of the dark y/n genuinely is and how they aren't even supposed to be here ... i mean, they were told to keep inside. might it have been for a reason other than the obvious ones?

walking further down the forest path, y/n stopped. it felt like someone was watching her from the deep depths of the forest.. but maybe it wasn't so deep in? maybe whatever was watching her was closer than ever. it sure felt like that, anyway.

"something's here!"

"something's here!"

the voice repeated.

the woman sounded desperate - scared? warning?

"y/n.."

the same voice whispered.

"y/n? you out here?"

but this time, it was nick.

"Nick!"

"y/n? shout again!"

"i'm over here!"

"i'm coming!"

only seconds later, nick came walking towards her. his pace was normal, but he was a bit out of breath. not enough to notice, but it was because he had shouted multiple times before while jogging and walking.

"hey." he said, coming a bit closer.

"hello.. uh, hey." y/n only said 'hello' in situations where she found herself being awkward or the scene was somewhat awkward. this was certainly one of those.

"you uh.. you ran off."

"i didn't really run." y/n said, letting out a nervous, short chuckle. she walked a few meters off to sit down. nick followed, sitting down too. his back was faced hers, but it was right above hers. if he turned his head, he'd be looking straight at her.

"i guess the game just got a little intense." y/n continued, lookibg straight ahead. she was aware of where nick was sitting, and how looking slightly to the right would make them look at each other.

"I .." nick didn't know what to say. and even if he did, how would he ever word it right?

"Yeah .. I know what you mean."

"So.. you and emma then?"

"she just really wanted to make him jealous." he responded, looking between her and the forest. he wasn't the best at holding eyecontact when something was on his mind ... more specifically - when the person he was looking at was on his mind. he kept thinking about the kiss, and how it was y/n he visualised.

".. you think?" it was obvious emma still liked jacob deep down. why else would she go out of her way to mess with his feelings and keep him interested? unless she was just a bitch like that.

"Uh, i mean .. yeah. why the heck else would she kiss me like that?"

y/n refocused her attention onto something else and looked away. this conversation wasn't helping at all so far.

"I guess."

"i was just playing along. really."

"yeah. it was just a silly game." y/n turned her head once again, looking directly into nick's eyes.

"yeah." nick said, nodding his head slightly. you almost wouldn't even notice it unless you payed great attention.

the silence stayed for a few.

silented silent silence.

the silentness was pretty silent, but it kept on going for a little while longer.

the duo just gazed into each others eyes, before nick started closing in the space between them. he slowly moved closer and closer, tilting his head to the side - still keeping the eye contact. only a few seconds later, their lips met. there was no more eye contact, as they both closed their eyes to take in what was happening. something so long waited for, so long overdue .. but it finally happened. the voices in the woods - the feeling of being watched - it all went away in this moment. nothing mattered but their lips on each other. emma wasn't wrong: nick sure is good. and he was even better now, as he was doing it with the person he imagined doing it with.

y/n pulled away only far enough for them to look at each other. a chuckle escaped both persons lips before nick went in for it again. normally, he would be the taller one but because of how he had to use his hands to keep himself up, PLUS how y/n was sitting higher, he was a bit shorter right now - something that gave him much easier access to y/n's lips.

nick took one of his hands and placed it on y/n cheek, still kissing her.

-

firstly i just wanted to thank you for the love i got on my two other stories. I am beyond grateful!

I decided to try something different today, that I just made up in my head. I do not believe anyone has done this before me, which is why I say "I created it".

Basically, I spin a wheel with a bunch of fictional characters' names. When a random cc has been chosen, I shuffle my longest playlist at 18h and 3min and make a ff based on the song and character. If it's wished that i do a specific character from a fandom and then randomize a song / a specific artist / show / other way around, i'd love to do so! I’m also going to include the fandoms i am (currently) in, so that requests can be made! im not sure how to make a masterlist 😭

character: Jackson Avery

ship: Jackson x reader, y/n used.

song: I'm your baby tonight by Whitney Houston

pronouns used: she/her

warning: not really a warning but please dont cringe at the slight stuttering 😭 also did not read this through, sorry if there is any mistakes!

y/n started her internship at Seattle Greys, while Jackson started his at Mercy West. When Mercy West was shut down due to economic climate and they merged to form one medical facility: Jackson and y/n grew incredibly close incredibly fast.

From the second she lied her eyes on her, she went out of her mind completely.

She never even believed in love at first sight, but it was like black magic was done on her and she wasn't able to escape it. It being the constant blushing once he pushed her jokingly in the arm - the nervous laughter any time he 'recommended' a guy for her to date. The rapid heart rate - it's getting harder and harder to hide.

Y/n had been ignoring him for a while now, going on the second week. However, he knew something was up, and he was definitely not the first one to notice around the hospital.

He had pulled her into a supply room, hoping to force something out of her.

"I know you've been avoiding me, y/n."

"Wh- What?"

"I know you've been avoiding me. Why?" Jackson repeated, placing both his hands on his hips as he looked down at the shorter woman.

"I haven't been avoiding you." Y/n could feel her heart beat increasing already, and how it beated harder. Not only was she caught in HD quality, but they were also standing incredibly close.

"Then why do you always walk off when I come around, then? And ignore me when i try to talk to you?"

"I .. " She started, shaking her head and looking up to the ceiling, trying to think of something to say - buying time, if you will.

"haven't done any of that."

"You are really starting to piss me off here." He squeezed his eyes half shut for only a second while finishing up the sentence. it's true. The constant ignoring not only made Jackson pissed off - but upset too. They were practically best friends, and he found it weird that this would happen with no warning what so ever. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong. He had even gone to Mark for advice, and he agreed.

Y/n just sighed, looking down at her shoes.

"I think you know why I've.. ignored you."

"Oh, so now you admit to doing it?" Jackson removed his hands from his hip, transferring them into a cross in front of his chest.

y/n looked back up, straight into his eyes before shaking her head. It wasn't a 'no' shake, it was just a shake. Her mouth was opening, but nothing was coming out.

"Seriously?" He said, getting even more annoyed now. It was raining heavily outside, fitting the mood very well.

Y/n's mind is suddenly paralyzed with apprehension. She didn't know what to say - what to do.

"I just,"

"What?" Jackson interrupted, knowing it would be a long pause either way.

"It's just that-" She slid her bottom lip in between her teeth. She was wondering if being honest would be the bwst - or if blowing this off like it was nothing was. She felt .. conflicted, like maybe staying here instead of pushing him out of the way and leave was stupid.

“Ah, you know what Jackson… I can’t remember why. Sorry… Must've just been a busy couple of days." She laughed nervously, which caused Jackson to furrow his brows. He could tell there’s something more than just a busy couple of days, and he was definitely going to push it further.

"Days? It's been two weeks! We're friends, but in this hospital we are professionals first and how you've been acting lately has certainly not been professional."

"Fine. Fine!" By the first 'fine', Y/n's hands were up in the air like someone was pointing a gun. By the second, her hands were thrown down and slapped her tighs.

" I like you. I like you a lot. But because I'm a professional, I can't ... Be around .. You." Y/n looked at the floor by the end of the confession, not wanting to see his reaction. She was shaking her head, too.

Jackson was still. He didn't say a word, just like y/n before.

"Oh, come on. Now you're quiet?" Once again, she laughed nervously.

Jackson sighed, putting his arms down as he straightened his back - before he impulsively kissed her. He kissed her as he put his hands on her face. His nose was pressed up against the bit of her cheek that he wasn't holding, as his head was leaning a bit to the side while doing all this.

A few seconds of doing this, he pulled away. Only a few centimeters, close enough to kiss her lips again.

"It's okay, keep going." y/n said, pressing her lips onto his.

They might not get married - have 10 kids - buy a beautiful house together and live happily ever after, but he's hers for tonight.

That fic was so beautifully written ❤️

might be some grammar errors, seeing as i am not american or an english day-to-day speaker!!

im also writing a story with Sam Monroe rn, hoping to have it done by friday. I'm hoping the gifs don't look odd, never used them before.

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"I haven't seen him since he left."

Obi-Wan was desperate to know where Anakin was, but y/n didn't understand why. He had come here to ask her when the last time she saw him, and it didn't take much small talk before the questions came pouring like lemonade on a hot summer day in the middle of June.

"Do you know where he is right now?"

"No, I don't." but she desperately wanted to know, too. She knew he wasn't at Naboo - Obi-Wan wouldn't have asked for her help if he was. But if we are here to confess, she had gone to look for him there multiple times. But she never saw him again after he left.

"Please, y/n. I need your help." y/n walked over to the couch right by the duo. The same couch she and Ani had been sitting in only a couple of days before.

"he's in grave danger."

"from the sith?"

"From himself. He has turned to the dark side." Obi-Wan put his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her while delivering these news. Not even she can bring him to his senses now, only Anakin himself can.

"you're wrong." y/n started, shaking her head.

"it cannot be, he would never."

"I know why he left, and i know you went to visit him before he did. you shouldn't have." Obi-Wan knew that Anakin had strong feelings and were attached. It was ultimately Obi-Wan's decision to send Anakin away to Naboo - but he had returned just a couple of days ago. The killings of the younglings were his fault - among the other things that had happened the last couple of hours / days. And Obi-Wan explained everything.

,

a couple of days later, y/n was on her way to mustafar. She'd gotten information from C-3PO that Anakin was enjoying his stay here. Said reason was because he needed some time alone - y/n also had to promise not to tell anyone, because he had promised Anakin that he wouldn't say anything to anyone. If he did, he would be destroyed.

Anakin needed time alone, so it might not be the best thing to bother him – but it had been 2 days since he'd been seen last.

On the way, y/n was stressed out. She was scared that everything Obi-Wan had said was true - that the true Anakin was lost and long gone. But at the same time, Anakin had been on edge every time y/n would do so much as mention Obi-Wan lately. Maybe they turned against each other? It can't be. There is no way. They are like father and son - though neither would admit to it, their love and loyalty to each other goes too deep to ever turn against each other. But why would Obi-Wan put out such rumours? Anakin killing younglings and turning to the dark side? Thats not the Anakin she knows .. That anyone knows.

.

Anakin saw y/n ship and ran over, happy to see her more than anything or anyone. He wanted to see her and he wanted to talk to her .. But after recent events, he cannot return to Coruscant. Not yet.

y/n saw Anakin, she opened the hatch before getting up. She ran out of the ship, leaving C-3PO inside.

The couple ran to each other, hugging as soon as they got close enough to do so. While in the hug, Anakin broke the short lived silence.

"I saw your ship. What are you doing here?"

"Obi-Wan told me terrible things.. You've turned to the dark side – killed younglings?" Y/n was out of breath, and that plus the huge lump in her throat made it hard to speak. It was almost like the lump was filled with tears and sorrow, waiting to burst any minute.

Speaking, Anakin couldn't look her in the eyes. Look in her face as he was forced to lie to her. He knew she would never be able to look at him the same - love him if she knew the truth. Because the truth is that he is trying to save her: cost what it may. If a few lives has to go lost in order for his love to have hers? So be it.

"He is trying to turn you against me."

"He cares about us, Anakin. He wouldn't-"

"Us?" Anakin barely let y/n finish speaking before he did. His voice was soft but also confused, in a way.

"He knows.. He has known ever since you returned. Anakin, he wants to help you."

He almost had to laugh. To detain the laugh, he had to smile. Let the laugh out in a different way than noise. He looked down and shook his head, but the smile was short lived. The thought of Obi-Wan wanting to 'help' him after what he did was almost laughable. The fact that y/n believed him *was* laughable.

"All I want is your love. So please, just-"

"Love won't save you, y/n. But I can. So please, just trust me." Their eyecontact was not to be broken. They looked each other right in the eye - doing so, y/n realised something was definitely off with him. Was he turning into someone else? Something else?

"You're a good person. Don't do this. I'm begging you."

"I won't lose you the way I lost my mother. I'm becoming more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of. I'm doing it for you, to save your life."

Losing his mother was tough. It was always them against the world - and then he left to become something better. Bigger. But when he returned again, she was dying in his arms before he could do anything about it. A part of him joined the dark side right there and then when he killed them all. Men, women .. Children. He can see things before they happen and had had a repeating dream that y/n would be killed by a lightsaber - but never saw a face except hers. She was going to die if he didn't do something.

no matter the cost.

"No life is worth more lives. To be hurt is to be human, Ani. But I'm not going to die. Not now. So it you truly want to protect me - if you don't want to lose me: come away with me. Lets leave everything else behind while we still can." She was holding his face with her hands, trying to lure him with comfort. But it wasn't working. Anakin wasn't Anakin anymore.

"Don't you see it? We don't have to run away and hide anymore. I've brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the chancellor. Together, you and I can rule the galaxy. Be together without worrying about what rules we are breaking."

hearing this, y/n backed away a few steps. Anakin was long gone, and Obi-wan was right. The lump of tears and sorrow was closer to breaking than it ever was before.

"Obi-Wan was right. You've changed - become something else." y/n furrowed her brows, face scrunching up as she attempted to battle the tears filling her eyes to the point where everything was a blur. It was like she needed glasses, but wasn't wearing them. A simple blink would make the tears overflow and quickly let go - and it was a matter of seconds before it would happen.

"I don't want to hear more about him. He turned against me - everyone did. I can't take you turning against me too." Even Anakin was on the verge of tears. Watching his one, true love hurt like this really got him some type of way.

"I don't know you anymore."

"I'm still me, my love."

"But you're breaking my heart." One or two tears ran a marathon down each one of y/n cheeks. It was getting hearder to talk now too. Harder the breathe. The lump had fractured but instead of dissolving? It just got bigger. Harder to swallow down and ignore.

"You are going down a path I cannot follow." She was taking sharp, needed breathes between sentences - staying backed off from the man in front of herself.

"Because of Obi-Wan?"

"Because of what you've done. What you plan to do. Stop. Stop this now and come back. It's not too late to come back."

While y/n was giving her speech, Anakin saw a figure moving behind her. He saw Obi-Wan.

"I love you." y/n didn't know what she could possibly say to bring Anakin back to her and to his real, good self. All she knew was her own feelings for him, which was pure and clean love. She was hoping reminding him of this could help, but it didn't.

"Liar!" Anakin yelled.

"You're with him. He's here to kill me and you brought him." Anakin was hurt, scared. But his true emotions didn't come through: didn't matter. The dark side had taken over his body and he had no choice but to obey. It was natural now.

Anakin brought up his hand, using the force to choke y/n as Obi-Wan came walking out of the ship. Y/n tried to say no - tried to explain how she didn't know Obi-Wan was on the ship and how she would never betray him like that. But it didn't matter. No words made sense and it was getting harder and harder to make a single sound. Imagine what its like breathing.

"Let her go, Anakin."

"Give me a reason." Anakin responded, seeing nothing but red.

"Let her go."

he did.

Anakin let her go.

Y/n fell onto the ground, unconscious.

Anakin quickly realized what he had done, but it didn't matter. He might be the most powerful sith out there, but he couldn't reverse time.

"You turned her against me."

anakin yelled, looking from her to Obi-Wan.

"You have done that all by yourself.

"You will not take her from me."

"Your anger, foolishness and lust for power has done that already. You have no one to blame but yourself."

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a few days later, Anakin had fought Obi-Wan and lost. He wasn't dead but he was closer than ever. Until he was found and saved.

Obi-Wan had brought y/n away from mustafar, and they were now having a conversation about the events.

"He's a good person." y/n started, breaking the empty silence in the air.

"I know."

“His love was the only hoax I believed in,” she spit, redirecting her sadness into anger. How could he do what he did out of love? 

"He loved you deeply, y/n. You must know that."

"He didn't do it for love. He did it for power, like you said."

"I said that when i was angry. Angry at myself for not seeing the signs that he was becoming something else. I needed to blame someone else than myself for only a minute, so I blamed Anakin."

"It has frozen my ground. I'm not able to move without seeing him everywhere. Even now, when you came - i thought and I hoped that it would be him." Obi-Wan, fighting his own despair, nodded sympathetically, grabbing hold of her hand for comfort.

"It's said he's alive, you know?" y/n said, before the silence was born once again.

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rumour was that Anakin was leaving. He was leaving and never coming back, but no one knew why or where he was going.

y/n rushed to his apartment as soon she heard the whisper on the street. walking in, she saw him right away.

"Anakin."

she started, out of breath. she had, like i said, rushed to his apartment immediately. how could he just leave without saying goodbye? was it true that he would never return to Coruscant?

"y/n." he said, turning around slowly while he spoke. He knew who it was immediately - he knew she was coming. Not because he can see things before they happen, but because she is the way she is. y/n would want an explanation - which is why he was planning on leaving without letting her know.

"what are you doing here?" he stood completely still now. he didn't hold out his arms to hug y/n - didn't explain himself. Didn't even attempt to get the correct words out to say something. It was silent until y/n broke it.

"is it true?" y/n started, looking straight at him. the spacing between them was almost awkward. they stood far enough away from each other to be strangers. was that what they were now?        24 hours ago, y/n told anakin she loved him, but he did not return it. instead, Obi-Wan called out for him a few meters away. and now ... he's leaving.

"is it true you're leaving?" it wasn't that he was leaving that was the issue. he left all the time to go on missions with Obi-Wan ... but he always came back. every single time he'd come back, he and y/n would do something together - like skipping stones on a lake to make sure they never faded away from each other. Never became distant - to make sure that they would always remain y/n and Anakin. It might sound stupid to someone from the outside, but with everything the both of them go through daily - with the universe they live in ... It's not hard to become distant from one another.

"i have to."

"says who?"

"i do."

"are you coming back?"

silence.

long, loud silence.

"you're not coming back?" y/n said, interrupting the silence in the room. She took a sharp breath as she attempted to contain her emotions.

"y/n-" Anakin tried, but was quickly interrupted by his very own body. he tried to speak, but seeing her like this create a lump in his throat

y/n wept a silent, single tear as she continued.

"you're leaving?" with sadness sometimes comes anger. and what y/n was feeling soon became anger and disbelief. Her voice cracked open like a piece of glass being thrown to the floor. it was like hard caramel was stuck in her teeth and forced her mouth to close.

she walked quickly over to him and hit him in the chest as she repeated the same words time and time again. "you're just choosing to leave - without any form of explanation or goodbye? do you realise how selfish that is? what kind of Jedi does that? what kind of Jedi are you?"

Anakin knew she was doing this because she was hurt. she was not mad - she was sad beyond belief. her mind was paralyzed with apprehension. she did not want him to see her upset like this, especially not over someone as selfish and stupid as himself. he tried to hold her, like he did by the lake in Naboo. he pulled her body closer to his, hugging her. but she soon pushed him off, creating enough power to push them both a few inches back. however, she took a few extra steps back. not many, though.

"i cannot stay here." He would've cried, if he had the nerve. If he had any sense left in himself, he'd cry and hug her at the same time: explaining why he cannot stay. That's everything he should've done. Cried. Stayed.

"But why, ani? the council? Palpatine?" Anakin did not respond - he just looked down, shaking his head slightly.

"Answer me, dammit! I can help you!" y/n furrowed her brows, face scrunching up as she attempted to battle the tears filling her eyes. y/n should've let the tears go freely instead of suffocating herself like this. "Why are you leaving like this? in the middle of the night? does Obi-Wan know you're le-" but she was interrupted.

"I can't stay here because of you. don't you understand? you are the reason i cannot ever come back." misery was written all over his face.

"I find myself in the depths of misery every single time I see your face. every time i hear your voice or anytime I hear your name." this time, it was Anakin's turn to shed a tear. the tears welled up in his eyes - and suddenly one dropped. the tear was hot, like boiling water.

"What?" y/n said, choking up on her own pain. what was he saying?

"I’m going to Naboo, and I am never returning here. If I do, you will not see me. I don't want you to see me."

"Am I really that bad?" y/n asked, once again interrupting the silence in the room.

"What?" Anakin said, taking a step closer.

"Am I?" her voice was low, weak, and small – like a whisper.

"y/n-"

"you're leaving, because of me?"

Anakin shook his head, looking down once again.

"You can't even do me the decency of answering me?"

"I love you, dammit!" Anakin quickly replied, looking up from the floor and at her.

"that's why I’m leaving. I cannot stand looking at you every single day, knowing I cannot ever have you. knowing you will meet and marry someone else. carry someone else’s children... you don't understand how painful it is, knowing my future does not include you. it is most well-known of the Jedi rules. Love leads to attachment and attachment leads to strong emotions. Which then again-" He paused himself, taking a needed breath. Strong emotions - especially for another individual, is one of many paths to the dark side. He'd heard about men turning their backs to everything and everyone to join the dark side - and it never ends well. He didn't want that life for himself, Obi-Wan - or you.  "you are forbidden. I can't just be your friend any longer."

"I am not some object you can just throw around and put away, then pick up again whenever you'd wish. you are not my master, I do not have to listen to you." y/n attempted to battle the tears filling her eyes once again, but this time she was defeated. Once another one dropped, her voice broke, and she took a deep, shivering breath in.

"I know."

"Then kiss me." y/n took the last few steps to him, now standing closer to him than she ever did before. she looked up at him, keeping the eye contact - even though he tried to break it.

"I can't."

"Why Anakin, why?"

"If I kiss you now, I won't be able to stop myself. I cannot do that to myself - or you."

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i keep adding more things every time i read through - i really love this one.