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fckwritersblock · 4 years ago

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Protection Forever - William Lennox

Lennox x Reader

Description: Running into an old flame at the worst possible time.

Warning: nah. Bad writing? Kinda. Unedited because I was excited. I’ll not when it’s been fixed. Somethings may not be fully aligned with the movie but I tried 😩

Word count: 2500+

Dedicated to @merakiaes hey fren!

All gifs from @meragifs too!

You were an EMT.

The two of you pulled up to meet with the other Autobots, you exiting the vehicle before he transformed. You were in awe as he and the rest of the cars all changed.

The biggest one, their leader, gave a rundown of everything that was happening once he confirmed Sam’s identity. This was just a recap for you as Ratchet had already explained. The teenage boy just stood there stuttering not really knowing how to process everything and you frowned again. That was when you really took notice of two teens just standing there. Having known what was expected of Sam Witwicky you frowned slightly.

“I don’t know about this Ratchet, he’s just kid.” You commented to the alien you had formed a quick bond with.

“And who might you be?” The one called Optimus inquired.

You gave him your name before the other yellow autobot, who you’d later learned was Bumble Bee, uttered something through his radio. It was hard for you to hear but the other robots seemed to be use to it as Ratchet responded immediately.

“The human. I like her.” Ratchet sounding irritated.

Bumblebee made another comment and right before Ratchet could respond one of the others chimed in.

“Wait why do they get humans?” Jazz asked incredulously. “I want one too!”

“Enough! Humans are not pets.” The one call Optimus Prime stated sternly, clearly tired of their bickering. You held your laugh, highly amused.

They were like siblings. A family.

“Exactly I’m just here to help and be a better tour guide than these kids can be.” You confirmed practically forcing your services on them. “Besides they need adult supervision. From the looks of it, you all do.” You grinned at everyone around you. Optimus gave a nod, agreeing.

“She stays. Let’s move.”

In that short amount of time things moved rather quickly. You watched the Autobots accidentally destroy Sam’s backyard when attempting to retrieve the glasses, you were all arrested, you escaped thanks to the Autobots, only to be arrested again.

Fail.

Finally you ended it some secret base. How get you weren’t alone. The government had apparently been on a roll with kidnapping civilians who “knew too much “.

Things weren’t going great but quickly went left when the Decepticons, the Autobot rivals, came to retrieve Megatron.

A war from another planet had officially made Earth its battleground.

You were nervous, trying to figure out how to calm everything down before things started to escalate. Nobody was going to get anywhere with all the bickering. That’s when you saw him.

It had been what? Two years?

Still, without even knowing it, without even knowing you were present, he was still able to make your heart be slow and fast at the same time. The army had aged him, but for the better making him all the more attractive but you couldn’t focus on that right now. Especially when you heard:

“The cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE One!”

All the soldiers begin to pack everything that they could to prepare in a fight the way they always did. It was an mirable the way Linux game orders in his men took them without a second thought. The trust there.

“That’s good. Get all the ammo you got.”

“Everything you can carry. Bring it.”

Tearing your eyes away from your former lover you grab Sam.

“Come on, we need Bee.” You reminded him, nodding in Simmons direction

“You got to take me to my car.” Sam said, then repeated when he was ignored. “You have to take me to my car. He’s gonna know what to do with the Cube.”

“Your car? It's confiscated.”

“Then unconfiscate it.” You stared blankly.

“We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing! -“

“You don't know.”

“Maybe you know, but I don't know.”

You rolled your eyes at the insufferable mans rambling.

This was really was more about ego who was in control more than anything. The guy running the ship, clearly was on a power trip. Unfortunately for him he was facing off against soldiers . The Captain who’s eyes you could feel staring at the side of your face.

A Captain and his soldiers. Ones that really dont like to lose and take serving their country seriously.

The guy who arrested you earlier continue to argue with Sam about getting him back to bumblebee when Lennox finally pulled out his gun sick of the back-and-forth.

“Take him to his car!”

As soon as he did so all hell broke loose and everyone from both parties pulled out a weapon.

“Drop it!”

It wasn’t until One of the sector seven agents pointed a gun at the back of Will’s head that you disable to another agent and took his gun and pointed it directly and held it directly at the one pointing the gun at your ex.

“I really wouldn’t.” You warned.

You were no soldier, but Will have taught you plenty before you broke up. So did your brother, before he passed away. He actually served alongside Will but died in combat. Biking. That’s part of why you were so hurt when Will re-enlisted. When he got promoted to Captain and chose the army over you. You were terrified of losing him the way you lost your brother. The break up wasn’t that messy but you both said things you didn’t mean. In attempts to mask your own pain and hurt one another.

You know. Hurt people, hurt people.

It’s still came to no surprise that you put a bullet in someone to protect him. Together or not you’d never let anything happen to him.

“I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction-“ Simmons ranted.

“S-Seven don't exist.” You interjected, earning a quick appreciative glance from Will.

“Right. And we don’t take orders from people that don’t exist.”

“I’m gonna count to 5. Okay-“ Simmons attempted to threat yet again.

“Well, I’m gonna count to three.” Will deadpanned.

You knew that look. God did you know that look and it was so wrong that you were so turned on.

Finally the Secretary of defense interfered telling Simmons to do what was being asked of him. Everyone relaxed slight, weapons lowering.

“Y/n,”

“Captain.”

The Captain and couldn’t help but watch you how do you get up and prepare to go.

“So that’s her huh?” Epps commented as Will watched you run off with Sam.

“Yeah..” Will answered, mind racing.

While he knew he’d eventually see you again, he didn’t think it would be like this. You looked breath taking.

“Damn. Shorty had your back that entire time.”

“Gear up,”

“What I’m just saying I thought she was gonna put a cap in his.” Epps shouted after his Captain receiving no response.

Will knew you had his back, you always would, the same way he would always have yours. He thought of you often, the break up between two inescapable, never feeling like he did the right thing. You were always not too far from the front of his mind. Him wondering how you were doing. If you were happy. If you found somebody else. There was no doubt he regretted what had transpired between the two of you. It was his fault. He knew that. You knew that. He had ample opportunity to fight for you and he didn’t. When he was promoted Captain he felt he had to choose between you and the army. He didn’t choose you the way he should’ve. In reality he could’ve had both. However hr so caught up proven himself to his deadbeat dad that he possibly let the best thing that ever happened to him go.

Not to mention trying to atone for your brothers death. It wasn’t his fault, but he still couldn’t shake it. So without talking to you he reenlisted. Needless to say where that got him.

Now hear the both of you were in the middle of an alien war. Yeah. This is the last place he thought he’d see you.

You were numb. The battle on the highway enough to freak you out. For mommy, just a moment you thought this might be a dream but no. This is all very real. One minute you guys were just entering the city trying to lay low, next thing you know - BOOM! The explosion knocked all of you over, injuring some, killing a few. Bumblebee’s legs were partially blown off.

Getting up off the pavement you waited for the ringing in your ear to subside as you stood up, trying to study yourself when you felt a pair of arms hold you still.

You knew it was Will just by the way he touched you, you blinked hard trying not to go down memory lane.

“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice was enough to make your heart skip a bear.

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Yeah I’m fine.”

Slowly you removed yourself from his grip and went to check on Sam and Mikaela. Ratchet on the other hand -

“Hmm. His pheromone levels are-“ you quickly turned on him and glared.

“Ratchet I’ll turn you into a can opener if you don’t shut the hell up.”

The robot nearly held his hands up in the surrendering position as he followed you. Will had arranged an aircraft to pick up Sam and the cube while everyone else defended themselves against the deceptive cons in a hurry to get the cube far far away before Megatron arrived. Sam was in a panic and so Michaela, you could see Will’s short fuse getting ready to exploded. It was then you decided to be an escort.

“Sam, you can’t do this alone.” Michaela fussed.

“He won’t be alone.” You commented, causing all parties involved to look at you.

“I’m going with you.” You declared.

“No.” Will didn’t even hesitated as he stepped closer to you.

“Captain Lennox-“

“No!” You grabbed him by the front of his beer and pushed him back.

“Do you see what going on out there?!” You continued to hold on to him and you yelled at him over there chose. “We’re at a war. One we are extremely ill prepared for. So get your shit together! Sam is my responsibility. I have to get this kid to safety.”

This time your hands slid up the side of his face forcing him to look at you.

“Y/n..” he breathed out leaning down toward you, and for the first time during all this madness you could visibly see he was afraid.

“I’ll be back, Will.” You assured him, briefly resting your forehead against his.

Gathering himself he pulled away, looking toward Sam then back at you.

“Go. Go!”

And then we were running.. With nothing but an M16 strapped to your back and the pistol in your hand, you ran faster than you ever have before.

The four of you were under attack once more, you and Sam doing what you had to, to avoid getting snatched up as a fight Ironhide and Ratchet defended you. Unfortunately you were too close to one of the cars that went up in flames and you were thrown into another car from the blast.

“Y/n!” You could feel the blood on your forehead as you slowly pushed yourself up. As you tried to stand you immediately stopped feeling the pain in your thigh. Looking down could see the damage that had been done. The blood surrounding the afflicted area.

“Wha- what, what do i do?!” Sam asked frantically once he took notice of your injury.

“You gotta keep going Sam. I’ll be fine.”

He stood fo his feet, unsure of what to do. When Ironhide told him the same thing.

“Go!” You screamed once more.

Sam left and continued to run without you as you, as quickly as possible, as you tore your focus away from him to pull the shard of glass in your leg out. Ripping a piece of your shirt off you tightly tied it around your thigh in order to stop the bleeding. There was no point in going forward now but the return back to everyone else and help them fight.

You just had to avoid getting killed in the process.

You seen a car steering wheel, a Mountain Dew vending machine and and Xbox all turn into one of those freaky ass robots right before your eyes. All of which you helped others fight off. It was so surreal. In fact, if it wasn’t for the constant ringing in your ear from all the explosions you definitely think you were dreaming. You almost made it back to Lennox and his men when another Decepticon stood between between you and your destinations. They were definitely taking a beating. You saw Epps shooting a green laser indicating the robot that doubled as a helicopter wasn’t a friendly and decided to do what you could to keep the Decepticon from getting any closer to them and hurting any more civilians. In an attempt to draw it away from everyone else, you begin to fire your weapon giving it everything you had.

Unfortunately, the side effective taking its attention off the others meant putting the attention on you.

You ran trying to duck and dodge a bullets now directed your way.

But Will. Will’s heart dropped. Seeing you there defending yourself alone. His pause was brief, the air forces plan already in motion, before he started the motorcycle and was speeding in your direction.

“William!” You screamed for him fearfully as he drove straight toward the robot.

The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You almost couldn’t breathe, you don’t remember the last time you ever felt so scared in your life. But it wasn’t your life you feared for was it?

He rushed forward and slid under the robot continuing to firing the launcher. All you could do was watch as he drove toward you. Toward the danger your mind wondering if he did that on a regular basis. Was this the life of a soldier? What he went through day after day when he was deployed?

Standing up he only spared the parts of the dismembered robot a glance before shouting and turning looking for you. In a matter of seconds he was standing directly in front of you and pulling you into his arms.

Relief.

There was nothing like physically being about to touch someone, hold someone to really know they were okay.

“So…” you began, suddenly feeling nervous. “...That was hot-“

Before you were able to get another word in, he captured your lips with his kissing you roughly and bringing you closer, hands on the small of your back. You couldn’t help it kiss him back just as fiercely put in every emotion you had into that kiss.

Every ounce of passion he had in body, put into this kiss, your lips just as soft, kiss just as pure as he remembered. When you kissed, he knew he was a goner and could never let you go again.

It has been two years since the last time you guys have been this close. This intimate. Reconnected. The feeling it gave you, the indescribable feeling, was one neither one of you ever wanted to forgo again. Pulling back slowly, you both had smiles on your faces, Will pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Excuse me,” Epps interrupted.

The both of you turning your attention on him.

“As cute as this shit is it’s highly inappropriate in the middle of the battle. I’m just saying we are trying to stay alive and shit.”

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Oh my fu- I don’t even know what this isssss

Couldn’t tell you what my original ideas was or nothing. I believed this was going to short-

I enjoyed writing it though! Shoutout again to @merakiaes for being on this lennox train with me lol

I’m just....I’m just gonna leave this mess here.

Bye

- Mo

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Tags: @merakiaes @lilythemadqueen

#transformers imagine #transformers #Captain William lennox #william lennox #Lennox x reader #sam witwicky #will lennox x reader #transformers x reader #black!reader #Sam witwicky x reader #optimus prime

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mochikeiji · 4 years ago

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Rest Your Heart

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: TimeSkip AU! Over thinking, anxiety, angst to fluff

↬ Word Count: 2,052

Summary: Everyone has that one person who will always look after them and their well being. Bokuto has had enough of Akaashi torturing himself from all the papers and projects given to him. He didn't like knowing the fact that he was always drowning into an ocean of hardship and darkness, so he steps up his game into letting Akaashi take a break.

⇢ Day 5: Touch (cuddling, hand holding, huddling for warmth), Bed-sharing! @bokuakaweek2020

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Working is tiring for everyone. It's even more exhausting to use your brain into thinking with good ideas. What's worse is that sometimes, people tend to force to milk out every bit of their brain juice in order to master and reach their own satisfaction in their work.

Akaashi was not a stranger to that description.

When you work as an editorist, like he is, it's automatically embedded in you that what you must submit it worthy to be read. Like a every writer, the common thing they had was content. Will it be good? Will it be read? Thousands, even millions of thoughts would swarm a single person for that matter. There mustn't be one speck of mistake in your work. Everything must be already there, written, revised and correctly formulated.

Dealing with this especially when you were assigned to take care of a big project from your seniors was a huge amount of pressure for Akaashi. He couldn't say he hated his job nor loved it. But he can tell that he wasn't happy knowing he wasn't taking care of his health anymore.

"Akaashi~ you're taking too long."

Luckily Bokuto was there.

"10 more minutes, Bokuto. I'll be done." he replies without taking his eyes nor hands off of his laptop. Still hunched over his desk, eyes squinting on each word he's typed in so far checking to see if there were grammatical errors or spelling errors that needed to be changed.

"You've said the same thing 6 times way back now, look," raising his foot, Bokuto points it out on their wall clock above his desk, "It's already 7:30 pm. You haven't even touched your onigiri!" Akaashi takes a small glance to his left side. The onigiri's were left cold and untouched for the past hour since Bokuto had bought home, "Seriously, you need to stop over working your self. One of these days you're bound to collapse.." He mutters the last past, not wanting to imagine his beloved Akaashi fall without him around to pick him up.

He hears a frustrated sigh coming from him. When your partner is stressed and you were just trying to help, it usually ends with the stressed one blowing up on the other one. Atleast, that's how other couples work.

"I'm sorry." not for both of them though, neither one would dare to hurt the other one. For one reason, Akaashi was just not the type of person you'd want to yell at, look at him, he's just a quiet, little man trying to pass by. Next is Bokuto, you can never yell at someone who looks like a child filled with innocence, and besides, he was right at this point for scolding him.

"The deadline is in 2 days time..I'm just terrified that if I don't submit something properly written, they'd stop giving me these opportunities." looking over his right side where a stack of papers were unorganized.

"So? Atleast you won't have to over work yourself. It doesn't matter anymore if you can't be happy and healthy." sitting up with crossed legs on the bed, Bokuto observes Akaashi from there, ready to attend to any needs and necessity.

"I'll be marked with a lower rank and get paid little..."

Bokuto knew how much Akaashi wanted to help him pay for their rent and other taxes ever since they've agreed to live with each other. Even though Bokuto had a lot of money in his pocket to aid them both, Akaashi simply doesn't want to be dependent on his lover and let him do all the hard work.

That's why he loved Akaashi so much. Even up until now he was still giving his all to him like in highschool.

His 120 percent in things.

Akaashi leans back on his chair, closing his eyes for a brief moment to gather all his thoughts to think properly. That gave Bokuto a chance to get up from their shared bed quietly as he walks up to him from behind. He wraps his strong arms around his neck from behind, placing a soft kiss on his forehead as he strokes away the frustrated tears now streaming on his cheeks.

"If it ever went down to that, I'll talk to your boss," moving his hand on both of his shoulder blades, he held the male down by pressing on the tight knots that had formed way back, "No objections, Keiji. You've been working hard, if they treat you like shit I'm complaining. There's no fairness." it was endearing to hear that coming from him. He had grown up to be a mature man than he was before. If Akaashi wasn't so frustrated he would've been crying from so much love coming from Bokuto.

He raises both of his hands, cupping Bokuto's smaller ones on his chest, "You're too nice to me." smiling sadly as he let's all pent frustration out with his tears, "I can never know what'll be enough for me to give you."

That was another thing that Bokuto was saddened about. The fact that Akaashi was an over thinker he'd often degrade himself to the lowest of all. To Akaashi himself, he was nothing more than a bother. A hindrance. But to Bokuto, how he wishes he could tell him he was more than enough and that he has given him too much even before.

"You're already good enough," tapping his chin with his fingers, he pushes his head a little, making his eyes flutter open, "I mean it, Keiji."

There was a short pause of silence. Neither one daring to move as they clung onto each other's love language and affection. Pretty soon, Bokuto found this opportunity as a good sign to lead him back to bed for a break. Removing his arms away from the seated male, much to his dismay, he grabs on the plate of onigiri's and walks to their shared bed, placing it on top.

"Come on, I'll eat with you."

Akaashi watches as Bokuto sits back down on their bed with his legs wide enough. Enough for him to fit and sit in between them, and pats the free space.

"But I have to fini—"

"Your dinner, yes, you're gonna finish your dinner. Now sit here!"

He can never say no when it comes to Bokuto whining. With a sigh, using his sleeves, he wipes away all the excess tears. Not bothering to take his glasses off, and stand up from his chair.

"I'm going to get im trouble after this." nesting himself in between Bokuto's legs and leaning his back on his chest. Bokuto hands him an onigiri along with his and watches Akaashi take his first, but small bite. He didn't have the mood to eat from his constant thinking which makes the owl haired male frown deeply.

"No, you're not. Have a little faith. I know you," taking a huge chunk of the onigiri in his mouth, "You always manage to make things work, that's what I love about you." Akaashi didn't like messy people, but he couldn't make any comment on how silly Bokuto looks and sounds with his mouth stuffed.

"Please don't chew your food while talking, Bokuto."

"And please don't be sad in front of the onigiri's, Kei. They have feelings too."

Hearty laughter filled the room coming from Akaashi. Bokuto savored every moment of it. His happiness was his happiness as well.

Watching Akaashi finally take bigger bites and chowing down like a starved man, hr let's him have all the onigiri's to himself, using an excuse that he was already full. He can see the way his eyes sparkled shyly as he took all the rice filled meals into his stomach.

"Hmm, you're getting kinda chubby there, Keiji," pushing his pointer finger on his cheek, he watches it squish adorably from his touch, "Not that I'm complaining. You look hot and cute." grinning when he saw his lips pout a little with his cheeks growing red, he couldn't help but pinch them.

"Bokuto please, I'm trying tk eat."

"I wasn't suggesting anything!"

Disposing the plate to their night stand, Akaashi wipes the side of his mouth with his sleeve, Bokuto hugging his stomach with his hands rubbing them.

"You're so soft, Keiji." he hums, squishing the baby fat from the smaller male.

"I need to get to work." he was feeling embarrassed. Had he really gained weight that much? Akaashi was taking a note in his mind that he was going to join Bokuto in jogging next time.

"But its late. And you need to rest." nuzzling his head on his shoulder. He really didn't want to see another one of those nights Akaashi would be sitting, hunched on his desk until sunrise.

Stroking his stomach to his chest, Bokuto whines a little when Akaashi tries half heatedly to break from his hold, "And I wanna cuddle you to sleep. It gets lonely when you always leave and work yourself to the bone."

There were times Akaashi would slip from his hold around 3 am to get back to work. During those times Bokuto would pretend to be asleep and wait for his return. And he got pretty upset he's reached until the birds started chirping. The bed was cold without him.

Akaashi feels the guilt rising from him as he remembers all those times he's left the older male. Thinking of what was more important, he forces the arms around his stomach down and turns his body to face him. Bokuto already had a sad expression on his face knowing he was still going to over work himself. It was already part kf his nature.

Until Akaashi wraps his arms around his neck and pushes him down to bed with him placed on top of Bokuto.

"I thought you were going back to work?" nonetheless, Bokuto wraps his arms tighter around Akaashi. He flinches when he feels him started to shake and his neck getting wet.

He was crying again.

Petting his head, Bokuto reaches out for his glasses, removing them and placing it gently on their night stand near the plate. He pushes his head deeper on his neck side, allowing him to cry as he whispers sweet words next to his ear.

"I promise, Keiji. You're already fine as you are. Please, let me take care of you."

He hears a choked sob escape from his lips, "You don't have to keep doing this if it doesn't make you happy. If you're doing this for me then I'm not hapoy if you're not." sniffling from his words, Akaashi listens to him, finding his body warm and home like feeling. His words soothing like a sweet lullaby.

"I don't care about anything, Keiji. I'm hapoy because I have you. But I'm more happier to see you happy and well."

Turning his head, golden eyes meeting teary gun metal ones, Bokuto swipes away the tears again with his thumb and places a small smooch on the tip of his nose.

"You're already enough for me and others. So please," pressing his forehead against his, they both closed their eyes, feeling their breaths close and their bodies warm with fluttering feelings, "Take a break for me."

Akaashi knows to himself sooner or later he'll crumble again like today. He knows to himself that he couldn't help but let his thoughts overcome his sight on things. But that didn't matter right now.

He was in his arms, and that's all he could think of with his presence.

"I love you so much." whimpering softly as he buries his face against his neck again. He felt so safe and secure woth Bokuto around. Loved. That everything around him got a little better. Brighter. It made him nuzzle even more into him and his small arms squeezing him.

Bokuto counters back the same squeeze of affection and kisses the side of his ear. His breathing soon slowing down and into a calm one before he hears soft snores from Akaashi.

"I love you too, Keiji. Sleep tight."

That day Bokuto doesn't sleep until 3 am. He has spent his night watching over him. Occasionally stroking his hair or back whenever he moves from his position.

He wasn't going to let anything ruin Akaashi and his peace for the day.

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contrabandhothead · 5 years ago

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May I get a BoB ship,pls?I'm Sonja.I'm 5'5, I have brown bumlenght hair, dark brown eyes and glasses. I love hiking, painting and reading.What matters to me is,gaining knowledge and wisdom while helping others. I'm calm, jovial and caring. I'm on the top of my class. But I also am too sensitive and private (I'm an intovert). I'm attracted to more reserved men

- EUGENE ROE -

- [ general ]

more reserved men you say??? WELL LOOK NO FURTHER I GOT YOUR MAN RIGHT HERE

it’s such a good thing that you’re so calm... even though Roe might appear calm, he’s a raging storm of a man that couldn’t be more angry at the world

please, just pet his hair and tell him everything is gonna be okay, he really needs it

he loves how caring and jovial you are, it reminds him of everything that is right with the world

he sees you as someone that he needs to protect, and it’s not about the fact that you can’t do it for yourself (because you obviously can)

it’s the fact that you are what he sees as pure and wonderful, and he’s terrified of something tainting you

he lovesss playing with your hair and braiding it, it’s so relaxing to him

hr’s not the biggest fan of hiking, but he loves nature so he’ll go with you regardless

Roe also spends a lot of time reading, so you spend quite a bit of time together just reading in silence

you both have incredibly similar morals, so you two work well as partners

Roe lovesss your paintings

he could literally stare at them all day

he also loves to hang them up around the house it’s so endearing

he’s so proud of your academic achievements, he brags about them to all of his fellow troopers

Roe isn’t super sensitive, but he’s very good with dealing with other’s emotions

he’ll be extra careful to never hurt you

- [ how you two got together ]

you, like Spina, were a combat medic that worked alongside Gene

you and Gene got along great, but everything had been starting to go downhill during your time at Bastogne

not only had you realized that you were developing feelings for your fellow medic, but you had also seen him spending quite a bit of time with a blonde girl down at the aid-station

you were jealous, but you also thought Gene to be a fool for starting a relationship with a foreign girl during a war

besides, Gene had become more irritable and snippy lately, constantly biting your head off at the smallest inconvenience

you knew he was stressed, but so was everyone else

it was unfair to everyone else and it was unfair to you

and quite frankly, you’d had enough

though you had previously opened up to Gene, you had begun to draw back into your shell, afraid that he would begin attacking you with the things you trusted him with

you knew he didn’t mean the things he said, but you had already seen him lash out on Welsh and Winters, despite the fact that they were superior officers

so you started to draw away from Roe

and this FUCKED. HIM. UP.

he could barely function before, but you were the only one besides Renee that he could turn to

and now even Renee was gone

he was barely sleeping, he was running out of morphine, you were gone from his foxhole, and he still couldn’t find those goddamn scissors!

you knew it was bad when he stopped eating, just continuing to shiver in the cold by himself

you couldn’t let him waste away like this, you needed him and so did everyone else

you jumped into his foxhole, startling him

he jumped, staring at you with bloodshot eyes

you just sighed, holding out a cup full of god know’s what to him. “please, you need to eat. the men need you, and you’re just wasting away. we need you now, Gene, i need you right now. so please just eat.”

Roe stared at you in silence, finally extending his hand to accept the cup

thanks so much for submitting a request! i’m truly honored to write for you, i hope you enjoyed this. have a lovely week! 💕

#eugene roe #eugene roe headcanons #band of brothers #band of brothers ships

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ocean-gum · 6 years ago

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In The Corner Of My Mind (SVT JiCheol)

Fandom: SEVETEEN

Pairing: S.Coups & Woozi

Words: ~900

Tumblr Prompt: 'me to the demon in the corner of my room: "ain't you got shit to do?"'

A/N: crossposted on AO3 (9nuymph9)

It'd been lurking about for days now, this shadow thing. It used to scare Jihoon, terrify him straight into insomnia. But it had just stood there the whole time, in the shadows or in the corner of his room where the light of Jihoon's table lamp couldn't quite reach. Or it stood at the foot of his bed when Jihoon was hoping for a good night's sleep.

It had been like this for some time now. Now it seemed part of the furniture if Jihoon's being honest.

That would also maybe explain why he started talking to it. Probably not his best idea, if he's being honest with himself, but it's not like Jihoon had anyone else around to rant to.

Jihoon would tell it about his day as he readied for bed. Jeonghan was a dick at the meeting this morning. He just had the best rice of the best cart in the city for lunch, not too hard but not too slick, not too loose but not too sticky. Oh, and by the way, SIX reports due by Friday? Soonyoung must be trying to kill him.

Jihoon even wished it good night one time. And the shadow just stared, with its glowing red eyes.

One night, Jihoon had to stay late at the office. Really late.

Remember those six reports? They turned into seventeen. And if he didn't get them done for this major client as soon as possible, it was his head on the HR guillotine. So Jihoon stayed late. He ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on his desk. That was Thursday morning and he had to get this all done no later than Sunday.

On Friday night, around ten, Jihoon decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. But before he could dive into the idea further, he felt it. Something was here with him and it wasn't the janitor this time.

Jihoon looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by darkness and gloom. Jihoon sighed. He really didn't have time for this, not tonight, not here.

“Ain't you got shit to do?” Jihoon snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep.

He heard a growling sound follow him, then a deep, rasping voice said, “I miss you.”

Jihoon stopped. “What do you mean, you miss me? Aren't you a demon or something?”

“You didn't come home. I've been worried. What are you even still doing here?”

They've never conversed like this. It was almost comforting like a friend would be, in a really absurd and kind of fucked up way.

“I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming on Monday. Soonyoung put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don't get them done fast, I'm probably gonna get fired.” Jihoon ranted as he took off his tie and ran his fingers through his bleached blond hair. The strands were streaky from how many times the small man had massaged his scalp in an effort to stimulate his brain to perform better, faster.

The demon paused for a moment, thinking. It restarted moving slowly around the room again after, taking it all in. Its eyes roamed over the printer, the coffee machine, hands grazing the furniture like the scratching sound of his fingernails could answer all the questions.

For the first time then, Jihoon got a good look at the figure that had been mostly hidden by the shadows before. Maybe calling it an 'it' wasn't that nice, it was certainly a 'he'. A 'he' with broad shoulders, pitch black hair, fair skin and sharp, strong features, plus most definitely at least a head taller than him. Jihoon couldn't make out much more from the distance especially with how the details were all a little blurry, like the demon or whatever he was, wasn't made of solid material.

“Do you want me to eat Soonyoung?” the other suddenly asked.

Jihoon couldn't hold back a laugh at that, “No, don't eat Soonyoung. It's not really his fault.”

“Then what shall I do?”

Jihoon sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help him?

“Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?”

The shadow demon paused his roaming, his blood red eyes glimmering in a brighter shade, almost pinkish. Was that excitement in his features? “I ate an artist's soul, once.”

“Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good.”

On Monday morning, the company landed the client, Jihoon got a raise and arranged it so he could work from home two days a week. He didn't know why he did it, working from home is a lot more difficult to manage than being in a work environment.

Secretly, Jihoon knows why, but it's not like he would ever admit that out loud. He also doesn't admit why he moved to a bigger flat two months later. Why THEY moved into a bigger flat.

The demon didn't have a name so Jihoon gave him one. Seungcheol. The name suited him.

Seungcheol liked that name a lot too.

Seungcheol makes cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.

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"It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone, and I need you now..." no srsly, I need internet friends. Reblog if you internet alone. 10/10, like, subscribe, #relatable, IDK. I just want to give you something novel to read. Hang on, lemme give you some fanfiction... "Sean sat on hs couch, trying to get through another round of Rocket League without letting the other team score a single point. He was about to pass his record, when a crashy noise from the nearby woods interrupted his rocket jump.(1)

(2)He sprang to his feet, barely aware enough to gently put down the controller instead of dropping it. He had a video rendering upstairs, but otherwise, nothing should have been happening anywhere near his house. He snatched his jacket from the holder and ran out the back door to see what caused the noise. A smoking mess was there, in the middle of the wide space between the house and the forest. He approached carefully and slowly, facing sideways and ready to turn away and run. He waved (3) smoke away from his face, until he was close enough to see the feet sticking up out of the ground. "What the-" He started backing away, but after half a step, the feet twitched and the knees bent, and grunting could be heard. He fell over on his backside, incredibly afraid of whatever this was. As the smoke cleared, the humanoid thing that had crashed in the grass gradually wiggled its upper body outta the ground. Yanking its dirt-covered head up, it gasped and shook the dirt off.(4)It had a nose. It had quite a jawline. It was definitely a guy, and even if it hadn't made such an epic first impression, Sean still would've backed away because of how ripped the guy looked. Fascinated, spooped, and recording a video of this on his phone, Sean sat a few meters away from the spectacle. It stopped shaking, opened its eyes, and looked around. Its eyes moved out of sync, but eventually they both settled on Sean. "Nope. Nope. NOPE." Sean actually got up and starting running.(5)It saw him running and, with a creepy slowness, began to follow. It stumbled at first, with bare feet were still developing toes. It didn't seem to understand that feet should face forward, or that knees should bend. It was wearing a suit that, underneath the dirt, was actually extremely shiny. It focused on Sean's feet as he reached his house and slammed the door shut. Looking down at its own feet, it rearranged itself and walked, convincingly human, to his door. Sean peeked out at it, on(5) (I think u forgot to send part 6? You’re leaving me in suspense here XD)(7)started dragging the couch to block the door. It held pretty well, but he still didn't know what to do. He considered leaving through the front door and sprinting outta there, but he wasn't just gonna run into town, he'd have to wait for a bus to take him back to civilization. Also, he didn't wanna get robbed, especially not while a video was rendering. It was a 2-hour video, and he couldn't really abandon that. The thing had apparently learned to punch, as its fist came through the door.(8)Sean screamed and looked, in that order. It pulled the arm out and he saw a dirt-caked eye show through the hole in the door. It grumbled, or growled, whatever, and began reaching through to move the couch out the way. Sean screamed again and ran for the front door. He'd wait for it to be inside and then he'd get out. At the very least, it'd be contained. He heard the couch scrape against the wooden floor for the second time today, and the door kicked open. He left through the front door, (9) hesitating a bit before deciding to lock it behind himself. He had to hope the cops would get here in time to find him. What even WAS this thing? It was weird and freakishly strong, and it CRASHED! What crashes? He'd played way too many games, and his imagination was going wild right now. He kinda wished he had a gun or a bat, or anything to defend himself with. The thumping inside showed that the thing knew exactly where to find him. Terrified, he tiptoed(10)away from the door. The front door was rattled, apparently unlocked??? and pulled open. The thing marched out, suddenly knowing how to walk properly, and it went right up to Sean. He kept backing up, refusing to let it outta his sight, and it kept up with him. He knew there wasn't anywhere to go within running distance, so Sean just stopped avoiding the inevitable. He stopped, and it stopped. They stared at each other. It croaked, "Hello" Its chest had a white 'G' (END)

Hey, this is really good! I loved the story, thank you for sending it to me! It was really fun to read and it’s actually really good! I loved the twist at the end,I had a feeling towards the middle about who it was, but it was fun to read nonetheless! Also, sorry I’m late to answering this, I was in school when you sent this, but it really means a lot that you’d take the time to send me this, you didn’t have to! Thank you! Also, nice writing skills, the story was amazing!

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