I am the worst kind of romantic. I am the one who hopes you’ll be like an 80’s movie. Standing by window with a radio, throwing your fist up in the air knowing you got the girl, or waiting outside a chapel because my sister got married and you couldn’t wait to see me. I’m the one who sings old 2000 songs because well the ones now a days don’t even begin to describe how I feel. I want you to want me the way I want you. I want you to need me. I want you to crave my touch, my voice, my attention, because well how can you love me if that’s not what it is. I am a hopeless romantic. I can’t fix what I’ve become. I’m just damaged goods. Not even goods more like trash. And that’s all thanks to you. Thank you for taking over not just my mind but my body. Because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get away from you.
So I had a dream last night and be dream I don’t mean a hazy-almost-asleep-kind-of-purposeful-wild-romp-of-imagination.
I mean serious, full-on, Logic-what-logic and why-is-that-rabbit-pink? kind of dream. One of those, Oh-my-god-I-have-to-remember-that-it-was-so-cool! kind of dream.
So… let me set the dream up.
Somehow, Obi-Wan (who was female by the way), Ahsoka and Captain Rex had ended up on earth, in New York. (I’ve been watching a LOT of Elementary lately so I’m blaming the setting on that.) Anyway, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan were discussing how they were going to get back to their galaxy given that they didn’t know how they ended up here on “earth”.
Ahsoka: Where ARE we?
F!Obi-Wan: I haven’t the faintest idea. I don’t even know how we got here.
Captain Rex: General Skywalker isn’t going to like this.
Ahsoka: Don’t you mean Darth Vader?
It is at this point that I feel I should tell you that Ahsoka was actually Fulcrum and yet Obi-Wan and Rex were from the Clone Wars. And nobody seemed to care about this.
Anyway, back to the unfolding drama of my psyche…
F!Obi-Wan: I don’t believe that’s Anakin.
Ahsoka: Ooooohoho! It’s Anakin all right. I know. And he’s going to be furious.
Captain Rex: *is doing clone trooper type things. I don’t know. Maybe he’s checking the perimeter*
F! Obi-Wan: *snaps* I’m sorry, all right?! Will that make you feel better? It’s my fault we got into this mess and now we’re millions of lightyears away from our home and I don’t know how to get us back there! And Anakin is furious and going to come after us!
Again, I must point out that this was a dream and it seems logic had flown out the window.
Ahsoka: Obi-Wan… we’ll figure some way out of this. Just… let me go see what I can find out.
What next followed was apparently a walk through some kind of marble courthouse with very loud floors that echoed and a lot of boring, normal people going about their daily activities. Obi-Wan followed Ahsoka, Rex followed Obi-Wan and no one noticed a giant orange and blue woman with horns and head tails coming out of her head and the guy in blue and white armor with the giant gun.
Apparently Ahsoka couldn’t find anything out and was going to contact Anakin, because now he wasn’t Darth Vader anymore. (I KNOW RIGHT??! What the hell brain? We were doing so well!)
Which left Obi-Wan and Rex alone together in the room.
F! Obi-Wan: I’m sorry, Rex. I know this can’t be easy for you. Being separated from your home.
Obi-Wan is doing a lot of apologizing. I wonder what she did before the dream started. I wonder if I can download that from Brain! Amazon.
Rex: *takes his helmet off* It’s all right, sir. At least you’re here. That’s all that matters.
F! Obi-Wan: Rex…
AND THEN THEY STARTED TO KISS.
AND IN MY DREAM, I, FIREFLYFISH, DISTINCTLY SAID “BUT I DON’T SHIP THIS.”
And Obi-Wan and Rex continued to make out, while Ahsoka was off doing reconnaissance or something. Whatever you have that third character do while the other two are K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
So whilst I, FireflyFish, watched Lady Obi-Wan and Rex share a tender embrace, I heard another voice (still me but in that way that you talk to yourself? Is what I’m saying making any sense?)
“WELL YOU SHIP THEM NOW! MUAHAHAHA!” IN MY DREAM! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I TROLLED MY OWN DREAM.
So thanks brain. Thanks for giving me the weirdest and most specific of pairings. Fem! Obi-Wan and Rex.
Summary: Y/N grew up with Jack and was constantly told that one day they’d fall madly in love, after Jack rescues her from a dangerous situation at the club, they both reconsider the possibility of telling each other how you feel.
Word Count: 2673
Trigger Warnings: Mention of previous sexual harassment, Swearing
Author’s Note: The response to part one was so unbelievably wonderful! thank you guys so much, I hope this part satisfies your cravings! Please send feedback/requests/etc :)
Jack wasn’t entirely sure when he’d started looking at you differently. He’d known you since he was five years old, and you’d always just been this annoying little swot who laughed too much.
He supposed that it had started right after he’d broken up with his high school girlfriend, you were the only one who hadn’t treated him as if he were made of glass but instead just listened to him rant and rave while continuing to get drunk with him. You didn’t pity him or try to give him advice; you’d just listen to him and then tell him that one day it wouldn’t hurt so much.
Then one day he realised that you weren’t really that annoying anymore, and merlin, where had those legs and that arse come from? Gone was the bookish little kid with no shape, you were a full blown woman and had the physique to match it.
Naturally, his first response to this had been to bury it down deep inside of himself and tried to push it away by having as many girls in his bed as he possibly could. He knew that if he tried something and it went arse-up then he’d have all of the boys plus his family to deal with, so he pretended it wasn’t there, literally burying himself into other girls.
Still, he couldn’t help the lingering stares that lasted just that little bit too long; the way his eyes would run up and down the length of your body, the little swoop that his gut did when he saw you laughing or smiling at something in the back of a vlog, and worst of all, the blind rage that coursed through him when he caught anyone else looking at you the way he did.
When he had seen that scum with his grubby mitt’s all over you, he had seen red, he had wanted to rip that dirtbag fucking limb from limb and had been fully prepared to, until he saw you. You looked so scared and so vulnerable, the same way you had when you’d broken your arm when you were seven and he just wanted to get you out of there and take you home, so that was what he did.
After you had finished having your panic attack on the sidewalk, he had scooped you up and gotten you both into the back of the uber to take you home. Exhausted from the events of the night, you had dozed off to the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair gently.
You only woke up when he placed you down on his bed, your fingers curling around his wrist when he went to walk away. His head snapped back to you, and then down to your dainty fingers wrapped around his wrist.
“Please don’t leave,” you pleaded with him softly, your eyes heavy with sleep and exhaustion, “I promise I won’t try and cuddle you or anything, but just stay, please,” you rambled sleepily, making him smile at you gently. Before he could stop himself, he leant down at brushed his lips against your forehead gently, revelling in the small upturn of your mouth.
“I’ll be here for as long as you want,” he whispered into the dark as he slid into the opposite side of the bed. Truthfully, he was hoping that you’d end up rolling over in your sleep and snuggling up to him; he could go back to ignoring his feelings tomorrow, but for now, he could be in his own private bubble with you and enjoy the perks that came with that.
He swore he must’ve been dreaming when he heard the soft, “I love you, Jack,” fall from your lips.
You know how in the movies, you see the leading lady wake up gently and gracefully with birds chirping in the background? Yeah, that definitely wasn’t how you woke up the following morning.
Your hair was tangled in the braid you had put it in the night before and your eyelashes were somewhat stuck together from not washing off your makeup, and instead of your party dress, you were wearing a very large, though admittedly very soft, long sleeved shirt.
Something else wasn’t adding up, your bed most definitely was not this soft; it was often lumpy with springs that stuck out and bounced more than anything. This bed was like a fluffy cloud wrapped in a hug. Suddenly the night before rushed back to you and your eyes snapped open, noting immediately that your cheek was pressed to a very warm and very bare chest.
“I was wondering when you might wake up,” the chest rumbled as you moved your head up to look at Jack Maynard. Groaning, you immediately rolled onto your back, missing the brief look of hurt and longing that passed over his face.
“What time is it?” You asked him with a groan, rubbing your hand over your eyes hurriedly. You had originally planned to sneak out early and hide in your bed for the rest of the weekend, you really didn’t want to outstay your welcome, as much as waking up in his bed had been a dream, you didn’t want to get used to it.
“A little after ten, why? You wanna track down that guy from last night?” He sneered, crossing his arms across his chest tightly. You tried not to swoon as you peeked over at him, his biceps bulging as he scowled at you.
“I had it under control, Jackson, I didn’t need a knight in shining armour,” you scoffed, feeling the anger bubble to the surface as you pushed yourself up to a sitting position in his bed, crossing your own arms across your chest as a scowl of your own spread across your face.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! He had you in a death grip and was two seconds away from dragging you out of there by your hair!” He exclaimed, twisting his torso to face you, his face twisted into a look of disdain.
“I would have handled it, Jack! I’m not one of your fan girls who’s sitting around and waiting for you to rescue me! I learned how to save myself a long time ago!” you hissed at him, throwing the blankets off of your legs and jumping out of the bed.
“I never said you were one of them! Fucking hell, Y/N, why is everything a bloody fiasco with you!” He shouted as he followed you out of the bed, groaning internally as you began collecting your clothes from the night before – this was not how he had planned on this morning going. You were supposed to wake up in his arms, and then he’d offer you breakfast, and then tell you that he loved you too and wanted to be with you properly.
“I don’t even understand why you were there, Jack! Y/C/N made sure that you weren’t going so she could set me up!” You shrieked back at him as you whirled around to face him, realising far too late that you should probably have kept your mouth shut.
“What do you mean she made sure I wasn’t going?” He demanded, taking a step towards you, and then another one when you stepped back further, continuing until your back hit his bedroom wall. “You could have gotten seriously hurt last night, Y/N! And she was nowhere to be found! Conor had to call me because he was scared that scumbag was going to do something to you!” he continued shouting, even though he was centimetres from your face.
You shrunk back as much as you could, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes again. Jack never yelled at you, sometimes the two of you would bicker or snap at each other but he never outright yelled in your face.
“I’m sorry, okay?! I’m sorry you had to come all the way out there and rescue me because I couldn’t fight him off! I’m sorry you had to carry me out of the uber and I’m sorry that you had to wake up to me in your bed instead of some mega hot babe!” You exclaimed, your voice shaking as you tried your hardest not to burst into tears.
Jack’s entire being softened, as though the fight had completely vacated his body, and he brought a hand down to rest on your cheek, frowning when you flinched at the contact, that familiar look of vulnerability on your face breaking his heart.
“You think I’m mad at you because of that? Y/N you scared me half to death! When Conor called me, I thought I wasn’t going to get there in time and you were gonna get hurt, babe,” he spoke softly, a small but serious smile on his face when you melted into his grasp, “I was ready to rip that piece of trash to shreds, but as soon as I got there, you looked so relieved and I just wanted to take you home. I don’t care about having to save you or carry you or wake up next to you, I just needed you to be safe,” he finished, bringing his other hand up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear like he had the night before.
You nodded quickly, blinking back tears as you leant your face into his palm that remained on your jaw. “I’m so sorry Jack,” you whimpered, letting out a shaky breath when you broke eye contact, “I should have known better,” you whispered dejectedly.
Jack let out a soft sigh before pulling you forward and into his chest, one hand stroking the back of your hair gently and the other curled around your hip, holding you against him. You buried your face in his neck, sagging against him as you felt a wave of exhaustion roll over your entire body.
Slowly, you pulled back from his grip, looking up at him carefully and noticing for the first time how pink and perfectly pouted his lips were, as well as how blue his eyes were from this close up, the tiny flecks of grey and green in his iris’ standing out to you.
“Did you mean it? What you said last night?” he whispered to you, his arms wrapped loosely around you as your hands rested on his shoulders, both of you afraid to break the moment. Wait, what on earth had you said last night? You racked your brain trying to figure out what you could have said or done.
“I don’t remember, what did I say?” you asked somewhat frantically, pulling your head back further to look at him properly.
“You uh,” he started, biting his lip and seemingly debating whether to continue, good god what had you done? “You told me you loved me,” he finished, watching you carefully.
Oh, fuck. You don’t know what you were expecting but it sure as hell wasn’t that. Shit.
“I said what?!” you yelped, ripping yourself away from him as you began pacing back and forth in front of him, you had really done in this time. What on earth were you fucking thinking?!
“Oh my god, this is horrible! This is the worst thing I’ve ever done!” You wailed, speaking solely to yourself now, “Now you’re gonna tell me that I’m like the kid sister you’ve never wanted and say we can still hang out but we can’t because it’ll be all weird and then the boys will find out and they’ll be weird around me so I’ll have to stay away so I don’t make them uncomfortable and then your parents will find out and so will mine and my aunt and uncle and oh my god, I’ll never be able to go home again!” You stressed out, wheezing in and out as you began hyperventilating.
“Y/N …” Jack started, but it went over your head as you seemed to pace so quickly that you were almost sprinting in front of him.
“And then when Conor and Y/C/N get married I won’t be able to be maid of honour because everyone will feel awkward! Oh my god, what have I done?!” You screeched, surely having captured Josh and Conor’s attention by now.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Jack groaned, wrapping his hand around your wrist the same way you had done to him the night before and using it to pull you against his chest tightly, he used the other hand to push his fingers through your hair and pulled your mouth to his harshly. All of this happened in a manner of seconds.
Your eyes widened in complete shock and awe, not knowing what to do or how to react. Until it occurred to you that he was kissing you. Jack Maynard was kissing you and you were standing there like a shop mannequin! Who knew when this was going to happen again?
Before he could pull away, you stood up on your tip toes and used his shoulders to pull yourself up to his level. You shivered as you felt his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your back, opening your mouth slightly when he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth. You felt him grinning into the kiss, giggling as he pulled back, pressing chaste pecks to your lips as he mumbled against them.
“I love you,” he murmured against your skin, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck, “I’ve loved you since you threw water on Conor’s shorts and told everyone he wet himself,” he chuckled, pulling back and looking at your face. You blushed under his strong gaze, looking down and your feet and giggling as he dug his fingers into your sides.
“Is this how you treat all of your overnight guests?” You asked him cheekily, stepping closer to him so you were almost chest to chest. He smirked at you, running his hands from your ribs down your sides and behind your thighs, his smirk deepening when you gasped as he hoisted you up and around his waist, your nails digging into his bare shoulders.
“Oh Sweetheart,” he chuckled darkly, “If you had been an overnight guest, you would not be wearing clothes right now,” He smirked, running his nose down the length of your neck and nuzzling into your collarbone. This was a different side of Jack then you’d ever experienced, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit.
Hooking one of your hands under his chin, you dragged his face up to yours and pressed your mouth against his, letting out a soft moan as he dug his fingers into your inner thighs and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue your mouth. You tangled your fingers in his blonde locks, tugging on them slightly and giggling at the grunt that left his mouth.
Pulling away, you looked down at his flushed face, his lips cherry red and swollen, glistening with saliva as he smirked up at you. “If I forget to say it, I love you too,” you smiled shyly, already feeling a blush creep up from your chest. He grins at your confession, before dropping you on his bed. You squeal as you bounce on his mattress, “You know, you have an extremely comfortable mattress,” you giggle as he crawls up towards you, caging you between his arms and the plush bed.
He chuckles as he leans down to press a kiss against the base of your throat, smirking at your sudden intake of breath as he worked on leaving a mark on your neck, the sight of the bruises that man had left on you last night stirring up something primal deep within him.
Tommy knew you were annoyed with him, it was the reason you
were now openly flirting with one of the men that had been invited to dinner,
distracting Tommy enough to be a little off his game. He knew that you didn’t intend
for anything more than to distract Tommy, the man who currently held your
attention didn’t seem to know that, putting his hand on yours or your arms as
he’d lean in and you’d move away slightly before drawing him back in.
“Why doesn’t the lovely (Y/N) take my friend to the other
room?” The man talking to Tommy declared and you smiled as Tommy glance at you
before setting his jaw.
“Hope you enjoy yourselves.” Tommy’s voice appeared to be
light and friendly to the men but to you it meant that later on you’d no doubt
be at the mercy of Tommy’s bad mood.
He didn’t look at you as you got up and lead the man to the
other room but you knew he’d be in there at the first chance he got.
imagine the other pilots knowing abt poe’s crush and acting like middle schoolers and telling finn things that go completely over his head like “so finn… we think you really turn poe on” and of course finn has never heard this expression before so he’s just like “… what?!” and knows he’s missing something aND POE JOLTS IN HORROR FROM BEHIND THEM WHERE HE WAS TRYING TO GET THEM TO SHUT UP AND RESCUES FINN AND PULLS HIM AWAY and finn is just so confused like “no wait what were they talking about?” aND ALL POE CAN MANAGE IS A NERVOUS SMILE AS HE TRIES TO ASSURE HIM ITS NOTHING AND THEN TURNS TO GLARE AT HIS SQUADRON WHO ARE BACK THERE DYING
It hadn’t worked. At least, that’s what you were hoping. The pain had subsided gradually, and as soon as you could find it in yourself to move you had attempted to break the chains binding your wrists. The effort proved to be fruitless and you had fallen still again in less than a minute, trying to determine if you were in fact mutated. Maybe this was just some giant mind-fuck that Lillian was using to play with you. Maybe what she said was all a lie to make your last hours full of anxiety. She was smart; she could have simply used some kind of drug to create the painful ‘effect’ of Kryptonian DNA and had your neck cut and then stitched back up. You laid on that table for God knows how long, trying to convince yourself that this was a cruel deception and that you weren’t really going to hurt Lena. Still, the potential scenarios ran through your head. If what Lillian was planning was real…would you know what you were doing? Would it be like a black out once the programming took over or would you watch yourself kill her? The idea that Lena’s lifeless body could potentially be in your hands almost made you vomit again. “Good morning.” You had been so absorbed in your own thoughts that you hadn’t heard the door open. Lillian stood in the doorway, smiling that signature, cold sneer. “How are you feeling?” You clenched your jaw, refusing to answer. The woman could practically see the way you were trying to guess her next move. “That weakness you’re feeling will disappear after we get you into the sun. That’s how she gets her powers—did you know that about Supergirl? I imagine you’re as chummy with her now as my daughter is.” Your heart dropped. This was real. “Gentlemen? Care to get a move on here?” With that, two burly men entered behind her and made their way to you with haste. Too exhausted from the toll the last day or so had taken on your body, you allowed them to unchain you and pull you to your feet without much of a struggle. With the fatigue that plagued your muscles, it seemed hard to imagine that you had any alien powers at all. Your captors were practically dragging you out of the room and down a maze of various hallways. The sound of your own feet scraping against concrete rang out in your ears. No one said another word until suddenly, sunlight was blinding you and your arms were being forced behind your back again. Despite the initial pain inflicted upon your eyes, the rays felt warm and rejuvenating as they bounced off of your skin. With every second you spent with your eyes clenched shut, the exhaustion in your bones faded. “Can you feel it? The strength entering your cells from every individual photon that hits you?” Lillian’s voice cut through the refreshing effect. You forced your eyes open. Your pupils dilated immediately. Despite your newfound strength, you couldn’t manage to break through the restraints on your wrists. “Get her into the van. She can finish recharging once the chip is activated.” The new order caused you to be pulled away from the building and out across a parking lot. Your heart hammered violently against your ribcage. You couldn’t fool yourself any longer. Lillian hadn’t lied to you; this was happening and there was nothing you could to do stop it. Despite your growing strength, the device locking your arms behind your back refused to break. Roughly, you were pushed into a van and tossed to the carpeted floor. “Any last words before I press this button?” Lillian had produced a small black box from the pocket of her coat and cocked her head to the side as she held it up for you to see. “I—I love her, Lillian. And I just can’t understand why you don’t.” “How could I love someone who betrayed her own family after they so generously took her in?” “Lena is good.” “Too good for you, perhaps. You know, I’ve always found it puzzling that she would go for someone like you when she’s apparently so close with Supergirl. I’ve never been happy with her choice in…suitors, but it seems that anyone would have chosen that blonde-haired, blue-eyed alien over you.” You dropped your gaze, trying not to let the words spilling from her mouth sting as much as they were. The van started moving and you jolted to the side. “She’ll regret it when she realizes what you are now. And I suppose you’ve always been a bit of a monster; lying to her, lying to me, putting her life in danger…now, you at least have the biology to match.” “We’re nearing the destination, ma’am,” the driver announced from the front seat. “Sadly, our chat must come to an end then,” Lillian sighed as if she was disappointed and shook the remote in her hand. “Give Lena my regards.” There was a click. Then a small beep. Something warm pulsed behind your head. You expected your vision to go, but instead it remained perfectly clear. It was your muscles that clenched. You were completely aware of the fact that the restraints on your wrists were removed. Automatically, you got to your feet in the cramped vehicle and before you even knew it you had ripped off the side door and stepped out into the street. Horns blared as vehicles skidded to a stop and swerved to avoid crashing into you. A taxi braked too late and its metal frame twisted around your left leg. You didn’t even flinch. If you hadn’t been so terrified at the way your limbs were moving on their own, you would have been completely in awe of your apparent invincibility. Your knees slowly bent as the irritated honks continued and the pavement cracked beneath your feet before you launched up into the air. A layout of National City flashed briefly through your head and like a heat seeking missile, you veered through the air sharply. Skyscrapers whizzed through your field of vision and wind blew your hair back out of your face. Despite your complete ability to feel and witness everything, you felt as though you were a passenger in your own body. You had no control over which way you flew, where you looked, or even when you blinked. The sensation was far scarier than the fact you were hundreds of stories above the pavement. By the time you got to the balcony that hung off of Lena’s apartment, you were starting to lose any hope that you could pull yourself out of it. Your hand didn’t so much as waiver as it reached for the door handle, no matter how hard you tried to stop it. When the door didn’t budge, you yanked it off of its hinges with minimal effort. Glass shattered from the force with which you tossed it down. She was halfway through the living room by the time you stepped into the apartment. She froze in her tracks, but you kept moving. You wanted to scream—to warn her of what was about to happen—yet you were powerless to do so. “Y/N?” Your facial muscles didn’t so much as twitch as you closed the distance between the two of you and grabbed her by the throat. “What are you doing?” her expression turned from one of astonishment to one of scared confusion. Every fiber of your being was begging your muscles to stop, but the chip in your neck continued to send pulses of electrical signals up into the motor cortex within your brain. You couldn’t stop. “Y/N, stop! What are you—what have they done to you?” Silent as ever, you stalked towards her steadily. Her feet fumbled beneath her as she moved away from you. “Stay back.” Her words and your own internal pleading did nothing to stop the way you moved forward. “Y/N, get back!” Your legs moved thoughtlessly and your every muscle tensed as you neared her. Finally, Lena turned away from you and ran to the balcony. You followed her there. “Kara!” the other girls name ripped through her throat and rang out over National City’s skyline. Lena backed herself against the barrier separating the balcony from an all-out free fall. She screamed the desperate cry for help again. Lena couldn’t manage to get Kara’s name out a final time before your hands closed around her neck. Pressed against the railing, she had no way to pull away from your grasp and even if she did…you were too strong. Desperate, weak gasps forced their way out of Lena’s gaping mouth as your grip tightened. After less than a minute, her knees began to buckle. Her face turned a deep red, then purple. Her lips were starting to change towards blue by the time a crushing force pushed you off of her. “Y/N?” Kara frowned down at you in utter horror. The two of you were hovering over the city, with her holding you by the shirt. The apartment complex was now a good 20 feet away. Lena’s form lay crumpled on the balcony. Inside, you were immensely grateful for the interception. However, the chip in your neck caused you to pull away from her nonetheless. Too well trained and accustomed to her strength, Kara found it relatively easy to grab you again and keep you from returning to your target. “Alex, I need you to send someone to Lena’s apartment. She’s been attacked. “By who? What’s going on?” her sister’s voice crackled over the DEO earpiece. “It’s Y/N. Something’s wrong with her. I’m bringing her in now.” With someone of equal strength pinning your arms behind your back, it was impossible to break free in the air with no leverage to weight against your captor. Still, your programming continued to influence you to struggle against her as Kara took off and you soared through the air as a duo. The grid-like map of the city continued to flash through your mind as your location changed significantly. Eventually, Kara jolted to a stop and you found yourself landed in front of a small battalion of well-armed men. With no choice, your body moved toward them and soon after, pain radiated through your body as a harsh bullet struck you in the chest. The pain seemed to surge throughout your entire circulatory system and slowly, you dropped to your knees. Despite the agony wracking your every cell, all you could picture as you collapsed face-down was Lena’s expression as your hands squeezed her neck. You weren’t coming back from this.
For the past few weeks Murphy has been distant with you. It wasn’t because you were all trying to save the world, again. No, it felt personal like you’ve done something. You racked your brain trying to figure out what you could have possibly done to upset him but to no avail you came up with nothing so you just let it happen. You didn’t want to push him in case he’d break up with you but it hurt that even though he was there physically you felt alone. All you could do was hope he’d return to you.
You were partnered with Murphy for a hunting and gathering trip in the forest. There was an awkward silence between the two of you. You were trailing behind Murphy, staring at him in intently waiting for to say something to you that’s more than grunts and two words but the thing about you was that you never were a patient person so you stopped in your tracks and folded your arms. Murphy kept walking until a rock went flying past his head. “Are you serious right now?” You shouted to Murphy, clearly pissed off.
“What is your problem? You almost hit me?” He replied. Just as equally pissed off.
“What’s my problem? You’re the one who has been ignoring me and been distant with me for the past couple of weeks!”
“What have I done to upset you, to hurt you? Huh John?”
“You’ve done nothing Y/N/N.”
“Then what John because I don’t think I can go on like this anymore. I feel so alone and I just want to know if you are planning to break up with me and if you are to just go ahead with it instead of stringing me along.” You said, tears falling silently down your face now.
Murphy grabbed both of your hands, gently cradling them in his as he dragged you to the cliff edge. He took one of his hands and caressed your face brushing any loose hair out of your face and tucking begins your ear. “I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass towards you these past few weeks. It was wrong of me and you don’t deserve to be treated like that but I wanted to surprise you with this.” Murphy said pointing to the view from the cliff you were on. You gasped at how beautiful it looked, the blue butterflies lighting the area up.
“Let me finish. I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary. I wanted to make it as special as you are and I don’t know if you know this but you are very special so it took some planning to find something as equally as beautiful and special as you. Admittedly I could have handled it better but if we haven’t already gathered I’m kinda an ass.” You both chuckled at his last remark. You looked beautiful under the moonlight, Murphy thought and he smiled to himself. He knew he was making the right decision.
"So you don’t hate me? You don’t want to break up with me?” You asked.
"No, of course I don’t. I could never hate. You make me want to be a better person Y/N. You make me a better person. You are the light in my life who gets rid of the darkness inside of me. I’m just hoping you will carry on being the light in my life for years to come.”
“What are you saying John?”
“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” Murphy asked, now down on one knee looking up at you holding a makeshift ring.
"John… you do realise that it won’t be official.” You chuckled.
"Yeah, but it’d be real to us. And that’s all that matters.”
You smiled at him. That’s what you liked, no loved about him, he was your world and no matter what no one else mattered. In his eyes you’re the only one that mattered. “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!” You answered him and gave him a passionate kiss. For once you were happy and no one could take this moment away from you. You were now laying beside him on the floor looking up at the stars. Your worries left you and you wished you could stay in this serene moment forever. “I love you, John Murphy.”
“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” You smiled, glad that he finally came back to you.
(professionally diagnosed: major depressive disorder, adhd, delusional disorder
self diagnosed: bpd, aspd, npd, and autism)
ive tried! i have a couple things diagnosed, but i don’t trust doctors/therapist. im in therapy and could bring these thing up, but im not comfy enough to yet.
“talk to your family!!”
im not close with my family. im pretty sure my family is the reason i started showing symptoms of borderline personality disorder at such a young age. actually! ignore what i said about not trusting doctors? i don’t trust adults in general(except one).
“self diagnoses hurts people who actually have the disorders”
if self diagnoses is done incorrectly, then i agree it can be harmful. most people i know have spent months even years making sure they aren’t wrongly diagnosing themselves. i didn’t just look at the symptoms real quick and decided i had it. i spent months and months making sure i wasn’t faking anything. and i have wrongly diagnosed myself! i make mistakes! just like professionals
“you’re just doing this for attention”
i have done a lot of things for attention, but ive never pretended to have a disorder for attention. and im sure there are people who do? but that in itself is a mental illness. and that doesn’t make it okay but it’s something to consider
“you’re trying to be edgy(about my self dx aspd)”
i really don’t even know what to say to this its just funny to me? aspd is something i barely talk about because of the stigma against it,, im not trying to be anything
“you’re too young to have ALL of those disorders”
yeah well the trauma started at a young age and as i got older, this is what happened. i can’t change the past or how my brain responded to it
“what if you wrongly diagnosed yourself”
i have done that. i used to think i was bi polar but it wasn’t that! i take the symptoms that related to me from the disorder that was wrongly diagnosed and find something that fits me better and i spend a lot of time doing research on that
like i said before: i make mistakes just like professionals
basically! i can kind of understand why people would be against self diagnoses, but when self diagnoses is done correctly, there shouldn’t be a problem
to self diagnosers: please please pLease do the research! take as long as it takes! you are valid, k? if you can’t get/don’t want a professional diagnoses that’s okay! professionals mess up too
No matter what theory I come up with, Yousef’s attitude in the whole thing contradicts it. I know these boys are level headed enough to not be homophobic, so that’s not it.
Although, I don’t think any one of them is gay. The only theory that seems plausible is for me is that Even was the one who seemed panicked the most, seems like he left them hanging and did something he regrets when he was sick. I think that might be the only thing that happened but even then the Yousef telling Sana about the Even part contradicts this theory.
So Isak confronts them asking how could they do this (unlikely) Elias says he don’t know what he’s talking about and Isak pushes him and a fight breaks..? Still, inconsistant. Oh Julie, what have you done with our brains?
No matter how Yousef explains himself (assuming he does, I’m also kinda behind the theories he likes Noora) even if Sana’s mom made him stay away from her, I could never un see them kissing. It wasn’t right after that beautiful clip with playing Basket Ball
Ps: Skam returns on 22nd May means nothing, we won’t get answers on that day, or that week for the matter. Enjoy your brain blowing up with angst
Request: Could you do a Neville one shot, where him & reader are close friends despite both being very shy? Then one day in the common room or at his house something happens? A lot of fluff, maybe some smut if you do that, its fine if not. Thanks!
A/N: Aw man this was so cute to write, hope you like it Anon!
WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SELF-DOUBT, MENTIONS OF SELF-CONFIDENCE, IF I HAVE MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!
“Hey, Y/N.” Smiled Neville as he sat down next you, an odd plant in his hand which he placed on the round table. You smiled slightly at him, nodding in greeting as you moved your papers from the table and placed them in a stack on the side so Neville could place the books in his other hand on the table.
Neville muttered his thanks before he sat down, his leg brushing against yours. A blush rose to your cheeks and you gently pulled away your leg, the warmth that Neville provided leaving you immediately. You glanced up at Neville, whose cheeks had flared up slightly. He refused to make eye contact as he whispered his apology.
“What’s that?” You nodded towards his plant.
“It’s a Fanged Geranium,” Neville informed you.
You nodded, “Oh, right. We studied those last year.” You turned your attention back to your books, dipping your quill into the ink pot so you could continue writing the three foot essay that Snape had set as homework.
Neville nodded, “Y/N, I was wondering..”
You glanced up at him, eyebrows raised slightly.
You frowned, “Neville, come on. What is it?”
“Well.. I was wondering.. if you would like to.. if you would tutor me in potions.”
Your heart dropped as Neville finished his sentence. You thought he would have asked you out. Of course he wouldn’t, this is Neville, he would never think of you as anything more than a friend.
You forced a smile onto your face, “Of course, Neville. What is it you’re struggling with?”
Neville sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair.
“What’s wrong, Neville?” You asked, leaning back on the chair.
“I.. it’s just…”
You waited patiently and took a sip of butterbeer from the bottle. You were currently sitting in the library, with Neville across from on the small table that was piled with books and bottles of butterbeer.
“Well.. there’s this girl..” He started, playing with his fingers in his lap as he refused to meet your eyes. Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach, there was a girl. Who sure as hell wasn’t you.
“And… she’s the prettiest and smartest woman I’ve ever met.” He continued.
“She’s got these great eyes, that make me wanna melt, and her laugh! It’s like music!”
You sighed, closing the books in front of you as you stood up.
“Y/N?” Neville asked, looking at you.
You plastered a smile on your face, hoping he wouldn’t see the falseness.
“I’m just putting the books away, Nev. I’m still listening.” You reassured him, turning your back on him as you lifted the books to the book case, where they rose out of your hand before slotting back into their space.
“She’s the greatest girl… but the thing is.. she doesn’t think she is. She’d never go out with a guy like me, I’m nothing.”
Your head snapped to face him, “Don’t you dare ever say that, Neville Longbottom. You are a brilliant guy, and any girl would be lucky to have you.”
Neville blushed under all the compliments and you turned your head. You couldn’t believe you just said that. A furious blush blossomed on your cheek and you quickly got rid of the rest of the books.
“I’m going back to the common room, Neville.” You said hurriedly, grabbing your bag, “Good luck with the girl.” You forced out.
You leaned back into the sofa in front of the fireplace. The common room was deserted except for you. It was way past curfew, but you couldn’t find yourself to care, or to move.
When you had hurried back to the common room, Ginny took one look at your face before ordering the remaining stragglers out. You had admitted to her about your crush on Neville, then telling her about how he seemed to like another girl. Ginny had listened patiently, allowing you to cry it all out before admitting that she knew of your crush on Neville.
Well… it’s not entirely like it matters now anyway. You thought spitefully, Neville was in love with another girl, but if she made him happy, what more could you do?
You head shot towards the entrance at the sound of footsteps. The portrait swung outwards and a large body stumbled in, tripping slightly on the way on. It was Neville, you recognised.
You glanced back the flames which danced merrily.
“Hey, Y/N.” Neville stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of you bundled up. You prayed that your eyes weren’t puffy from crying.
“Hey, Neville.” You replied, your tone harsher than you meant it to be, “How was your date.”
“What date?” Neville asked, confused as he walked further into the common room.
“The one with the girl you’re in love with.”
“Oh… I haven’t asked her yet.” Neville replied softly, even without seeing him you could tell he was blushing,
“What’s stopping you?” You asked, standing up. You wrapped the blanket tighter around your arms and turned your body, “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Y/N, wait!” Neville reached out and grabbed the hem of your blanket, pulling you towards him. You stumbled backwards and closed your eyes, tensing your body as you prepared to hit the ground. Instead, a pair of warm arms enveloped you, protecting your body before it hit the ground.
You blushed furiously and Neville helped you up gently, keeping his arms locked behind you as you turned to face him. You looked at his chest, trying to force down your blush even as your cheeks further heated by the close contact. Your heart pounded in your chest and you forced out a slow breath, trying to calm your racing heart.
“Thanks.” You muttered gently, going to move out of his arms.
“Y/N, wait.” Neville said, placing a hand on the small of your back to prevent you moving away from him, but allowing you the room to leave if you wanted to. “What have I done?”
“Nothing,” You sighed, your brain telling you to move, but your body deciding to stay. “It’s just… nothing, Neville. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, tell me,” Neville protested lightly, “If I’ve hurt you in any way, I’m sorry.”
You stepped lightly out of his arms, “It’s not you, Neville. You haven’t… I don’t…” You sighed deeply, the heat on your cheeks slowly dying.
Neville smiled at you, looking intently at you. You shuffled uncomfortably, squirming slightly under his gaze.
“What?” You muttered, hoping the heat from the fire would be enough of an excuse to blame on your red cheeks.
“Merlin, you’re beautiful.”
Your eyes snapped to his, seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes as he slowly closed the gap between the two of you. You looked to the ground and stepped backwards.
“Neville-I-well-I- what about the girl?” You stammered. Neville paused, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion before a surprised expression flitted over his face.
“You didn’t know?” Heat rushed to Neville’s cheeks as he took a step backwards, embarrassment on his face, “I thought… Ginny told me- I’m sorry.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Told you what?”
“That-tha- you liked me. She said that you returned my feelings..” Neville stuttered, turning his head away from from you.
“But.. that girl?” You asked in confusion.
“I was talking about you, Y/N.” Neville admitted softly, “I’m sorry, Ginny told me that- Merlin, I’m an idiot. You don’t like me, do you? Of course you don’t, your brilliant and gorgeous, and I’m just me.” Neville babbled, looking into the flames as he found himself unable to stop talking.
You heart beat loudly in your chest, Neville liked you. Neville liked you. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips and you strode towards Neville, clamping a hand over his mouth in a spurt of confidence.
“Ginny wasn’t wrong.” You muttered, as he faced you completely. A smile began to grow on his face and before you lost your confidence, you pressed your lips onto his gently.
Neville stood still in shock before responding with passion, his lips gentle but filled with love as they moved against yours. You moved your hands to the back of his neck as his locked behind your back, pressing you further into him.
“Whoo! Go get ‘er!” A voice broke the silence, followed by laughter and cheering. You and Neville broke suddenly, heads turning to the voices.
It was the Weasleys and Harry, who had the decency to look slightly apologetic as the twins and Ginny cheered loudly.
A blush rose to your cheek and you hid your face in Neville’s chest, his arms tightening around you as he smiled at your friends, a blush threatening to rise on his cheeks as well.
inspired by this tweet and Ashton’s undying love for creating
Ashton was a firm believer in chasing songs. Everything he needed to write pretty words and the music to go with them was out there, he just had to find it. Sometimes that meant packing up his car and leaving for a few days, usually without a plan. It worried you the first time. You wracked your brain for what you could have done despite his assurance that he just needed some time to think. As more and more of these instances of jetting off with little more than his guitar and a change of clothes occurred, you figured he was telling the truth. It was nothing personal, he just had to get away. His brief trips usually took him to places he could be surrounded by nature: sprawling forests or cliffs overlooking the sea. The words came easier that way, he would tell you.
I got one missed call from Seven on day 6 so I bet he got worried since I didn’t pick up his call,…god sorry seven! I was at the mall seriously >///< forgive me! well I draw him and me as MC I guess my art pretty much sucks sorry …eh I still enjoy making it anywaaaayyyyy (Do not repost pls?!) credit to cheritz mystic messenger and luciel choi hacked my brain and my heart without knowing it hahaha…