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pastelwitchling · 3 years ago

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Based on the Roswell, New Mexico season 3 trailer. I’m just having some fun with it, I don’t think the second half of this fic is how the episode is going to go.

Alex’s heart started to hammer as the bus came to a stop. He exhaled slowly. He was back home. He was sure everything would ease back into place eventually.

He made sure he had his backpack and grabbed his duffel bag as the doors opened, and he stepped out. The clean, crisp Roswell air hit his face and eased some of the painful thumping in his chest. Until he looked up and found where he’d been let off.

Towering above him, Jesse Manes’ statue saluted him. It felt like mockery. Welcome home, son, it seemed to be saying. Back where I can see you.

Alex sighed, forcing his gaze down, to where Forrest Long stood with his hands in his pockets, watching him with a smirk at his lips.

“Captain Manes returns,” he said.

A smile tugged at Alex’s lips as they met each other halfway. “That’s retired Captain Manes, thank you,” he said as he wrapped his free arm around Forrest’s shoulders, Forrest’s arms coming around his waist. Alex pressed his face to Forrest’s scarf and deeply inhaled the smell of hay and fresh ink, letting it engulf him. He thought of barns and horses and pages with poetry and music notes scribbled into the margins. It made him laugh as he pulled back.

Forrest’s hand lingered on his waist underneath his jacket while Alex let his hand fall down Forrest’s arm, keeping him close.

“How was your trip?”

Alex hummed, managing to keep his smile in place even as it threatened to slip away. “Long,” he said. It was enough of a truth not to haunt him.

“But it’s over now, right?” Forrest said. “Your enlistment’s ended, they can’t ask you to talk to anymore recruits. I mean, seriously, who knew being awarded a Purple Heart meant you had to Captain America it up to all the troops?”

Alex nodded wordlessly. In truth, his enlistment had ended the day before he’d left, but he couldn’t really have told Forrest that he would be off for a year to dismantle the rest of Project Shepherd. It was a kind lie, a merciful one. Forrest was better off not knowing.

The gun Alex had taken to keeping at his hip weighed heavily, as if disagreeing with him. He ignored it.

Forrest brushed away his bangs, his fingers gently tracing down Alex’s cheek to his jaw. “I missed you.”

Alex sighed, letting himself lean into Forrest. “I missed you more.”

They smiled into their kiss, and Alex felt like a single window opened up in his chest, letting fresh air into his stifled heart. The kiss was long, and when they pulled back, Alex pulled Forrest in again to take comfort in the warmth of his jacket against his cheek.

He opened his eyes and his brows furrowed. Michael Guerin, on the other side of the street, was already walking away.

Hours later found Alex in his garage, the door wide open to the cool autumn breeze and the birds’ chirping, as he rummaged through his many paint cans and his toolbox to look for more cleaning solution. Forrest had helped him air out his house, clean the furniture, until he had to leave no more than ten minutes ago for his work.

Alex didn’t mind it. He’d kept working, the strain on his already tired muscles a welcome relief from his mess of thoughts. He caught the scent of rain before he saw Michael stride into his garage from the corner of his eyes, his thumbs hooked in his belt. Over a year ago, he might’ve been apprehensive, but now he could only smile around Michael.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hi,” Michael said. His smile was too small, too polite, he was trying too hard to seem nonchalant.

Alex raised a brow. “Didn’t want to say hello at the bus stop?” At Michael’s glance, he said, “Yeah, I saw you. I assume you were there to see me? If not, it was one hell of a coincidence.”

“You looked busy,” was all Michael said on the matter. He sniffed. “So, where’s Long?”

Alex had turned his back to Michael again as he looked through his things. He couldn’t help the smile that split his lips. He knew that Michael must’ve waited to make sure Forrest was gone before he set foot in here.

But all he said was, “Work.”

Michael hummed. “That’s it, huh? Project Shepherd’s gone?”

Alex’s smile fell away at once. “Yeah,” he said, and even he could hear the dark satisfaction in his voice. “It’s dead. You should be thrilled.”

“It took you away for a year,” Michael said, seemingly unable and unwilling to hide the longing in his words this time. “I just hope the death was long and slow.”

Alex said nothing to this.

“You need any help?”

“Uhh,” he found the Windex he’d been looking for on a top shelf. “No, I’m good.”

He reached for it, and felt his shirt ride up.

“Just ‘cause,” Michael was saying, “I don’t really have to . . . be anywhere . . . what’s that?”

His words were stiff, suspicious. Alex looked over his shoulder and saw his eyes were narrowed at something on Alex’s back, where his shirt exposed naked skin. Naked, scarred skin.

Damn it.

Michael came up to him, reaching for the hem of his shirt as if planning to push it up and get a better view at Alex’s new injury.

Alex turned at once so that Michael’s hand met his stomach. He tugged his shirt down and said, “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“That was a scar,” Michael said. “Did someone do that to you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Alex insisted. “I’m fine, really.”

“Alex –”

“I got into a little trouble with some of my dad’s . . . more loyal soldiers.” He managed a smile. “I’m okay, really.”

Michael stared. “Then let me see.”

He gaped. “No!”

“Why not?!”

“Because I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay?” he snapped, and Michael looked startled. He stepped back, hurt, and Alex’s shoulders slumped.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, an apology on the tip of his tongue, just as a sudden CLANK went off somewhere in the corner.

In an instant, Alex had turned to shield Michael, his gun raised and aimed . . . at a disturbed paint can lid that had popped open. He was shaking.

It wasn’t until he heard Michael’s shocked and quiet, “Alex . . .” that he realized where he was and brought his weapon down. Neither of them moved for a long time. Alex was frustrated and embarrassed, but beneath it all, he was still tense with nerves.

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. “No matter where I went . . . there was an attack.” He shook his head. “The scar, I . . . I was sleeping, and one guy with a knife tried to . . . I found a vet who was willing to stitch me back together. I was hunted, Guerin. I had to stop them. I did things . . .”

His shoulders slumped and he holstered his weapon. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “I’ll be fine. I am fine.” He turned to face Michael who was watching him with an unreadable expression. “I’ve been through worse. I just need a minute to – to readjust, okay?” He sighed again, and it was steadier. “Okay?”

Michael visibly swallowed, then wrapped his arms around Alex, pulling him in. Alex stood surprised against him, the scent of rain engulfing him and filling him up without any effort. Michael slid a hand into his hair and pressed his lips to the crook of Alex’s neck.

“I’ll stay outside your place tonight,” he told him. “In my truck. I’ll guard you so you can get some sleep.”

Alex’s eyes burned. “I don’t need you to.”

Michael held him tighter. “I know. But I’m staying anyway. No one will touch you, Alex.”

Alex clenched his jaw to the warmth of Michael’s arms around him, his strong chest, the scratch of his stubble against his skin, the scent of his curls. All the windows in his chest opened, letting in the raging storm that came whenever Michael was around.

He’d spent a year beating down whatever was left of Project Shepherd, away from his brothers, his boyfriend . . . his Michael. He didn’t believe in rewards, but he would give himself this much. He wanted Michael to stay.

Alex melted against him, wrapping his arms around his waist as his lower lip trembled and a tear escaped down his cheek. He nodded, and Michael nuzzled the crook of his neck.

“Thanks, Guerin,” he whispered, and Michael’s hold turned unbearably tight.

Michael breathed, “Anything for you.”

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violetnotez · 4 years ago

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When They Taste Their s/o’s Chapstick| HQ Edition

Welcome to Hannah has no sleep schedule lmao-but I remember I did these HC for BNHA and they did really well, so I thought I would do some for HQ too! I might do more characters and not make the HC so detailed, but I hope you like these! 🤍

Music Genre: Acoustic | HQ

Characters: Atsumu, Yamaguchi, Bokuto

Warning: cursing

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Atsumu: Cherry

The bright ass teacher who thought it would be smart to put your boyfriend right behind you was realllllllyyyy smart 🙃

Okay sarcasm aside this dude is annoying in the cutest way possible????

This guy gets bored super quick, and knowing his dear, sweet s/o is gonna take all the notes he needs makes him use the class period to just mess with you

(Also him not paying attention in class secretly gets him to be able to have study dates with you, so yeah, Atsumu isn’t learning nothing from the teacher 💀)

Some days it’s bad-he will kick your chair just to laugh at your pissed off face,

He’ll air drop you memes, cute puppy pics,,,sometimes shirtless pics if he’s reallllyyyy bored 🙃😳

But some days he’s a little better and not so annoying,,,,like playing with your hair, passing notes to you, or just casually texting you about random things that are on his mind

But today he was poking your back like his life depended on it

You tried to ignore it for as long as you could, trying to just focus on the teacher droning on about some random war-

Until this fucker flicks your head

You instantly swivel around, pissed written all over your face as he gives you a smug ass look

“Took ya long enough,” he whispered, clearly enjoying bugging you, “but ya got some chapstick?”

Kinda wierd and not what you were expecting but-whatever

You just roll your eyes and nod yes, quietly shuffling through you pencil bag

Poor Atsumu lost his a few days back and hadn’t been able to get more, so he’s really feeling it on his fifth day of no chapstick

He takes it, putting it on and going to hand it to you but soemthing stops him

Cause whoa-this tastes just like you

He hand sit back, kinda just mesmerized...cause this taste is exactly what he tastes everytime he kisses you, like he’s eating candy

No wonder why to him kissing you was addicting cause you tasted like a lollipop lmao 💀

But anyways, after class he decided to test this theory of his out

He walks you out of class, shouldering your backpack for you as you two walk to the cafeteria

“Cmon, lets go this way today,” he says with a small grin, leading you down a more secluded hallway

The moment you two seem to be alone he attacks

Atsumu is a fricking good kisser maybe a little rough but UGH he is gooooddddddd 🥴

He grabs ahold of your back, pressing you against him, you feet slowly rising to meet his lips

He pulls away, loving how surprised and flustered you look as he brushes his thumb against your lips

He’s really happy, cause yup, you taste exactly like the chapstick-sugary sweet but still tart, just like a cherry

you will never find your chapsticks ever again he will always be stealing them so he can taste you 24/7

Yamaguchi: Mint

Practice had finished, but today it was pretty cloudy

And of course, the moment the gym was cleaned up and everybody was ready to head out

It was pouring buckets

Yamaguchi was always a big softie, but he was also super protective over you

So he always makes sure to walk you home everyday

Fricking cuteeee 🥺

He was getting all of his stuff under the awning of the gym when he saw you running towards him in your uniform

You were smiling, trying desperately to keep your backpack dry as you ran through the rain shower

The way this boy yelled your name 😂💀 you would have thought you were dying

Yamaguchi can be really protective he has tooooooo

He doesn’t have an umbrella, so he unzips his black volleyball jacket and just starts running towards you like his life depends on it

His white volleyball tee cannot survive this amount of water and is soaked, but he really doesn’t mind,,,,

Your confused on why he took of his jacket, until this sweet guy uses it as a makeshift canopy and shields both your heads from the rain

You start to chuckle, cause he just looks so cute, his cheeks red from being sheepish making his freckles more prominent but this proud grin on his face

“Yams, you didnt have to get all wet for me,” you say with a smile, your digits wiping away droplets of water from his cheeks

*cue him turning even redder

and then you give him a quick kiss on his lips

HES COMBUSTINGGGGGGGGGGGG-

this guy gets flsuetred so quickly ITS SO CUTE😭

But something is much, much different about that kiss than before-

His lips are tingly and ticklish and he’s like WTH

But it feels-nice?? Like it almost makes the kiss feel like its lasting longer on his skin-

You dont even notice him being totally just dazzed out as he tries to figure out whats going on and grab his hand, leading him inside the gym to wait for the storm to pass

As your digging in your backpack to make sure none of your notes got wet from the rain, Tadashi noticed that something rolled out of your backpack

And lo and behold! Its chapstick! ☺

Before he hands it to you, he notices its a Mint flavor-

and it allllllll makes sense to him

After he walks you home he guiltily SPRINTS his ass over to the convivence store

THIS MAN IS ON A MISSION

He was in there for a good hour searching for hat same brand+flavor

After he found it he is now obsessed with it and applies it like crazy cause it reminds him of you 🥺

Bokuto: Strawberry Sorbet

Bokuto has just gotten out of class, Akaashi right next to him as he went to go meet you by your locker

You three were lowkey like the Three Musketeers-

just two of the musketeers happened to be dating lmao

Anywayssss the man was already jumping around just from the idea of seeing you

It had been 5 whole hours since he last had contact with you-the horror 💀

Akaashi was pretty much used to this behavior, as Bokuto always needed a dose of y/n love every other hour to keep him preppy and up beat

Once Bokuto saw you, he immeditaely bounded over time you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder

“Hey baby birdie, missed me?” He said eagerly, placing a kiss on your lips

Usually after kissing you he’d just cuddle you close to him as the three of you waited for the rest of the team to go to practice....but soemthing was off

But in a good way

You tasted reallllyyyyyyyyyy yummy to him-but he had no idea what it was

This man has no shame

Like at all

He just starts kissing you

Over and

Over again

He can’t figure out why you taste so good! He can’t even figure what the flavor even is...So of course he has to keep “taste testing” 💀🙃

You have no idea the hell is going on, your face flushed you were in school still lmaooo

The dude was just attacking your poor lips at this point

Poor Akaashi is just as embarrassed as you 😂💀

“Bo!” You finally were able to muster out, gasping after the assault to your airwaves you just had

Poor guy looks so defeated and confused, still not knowing what was going

Sad baby bird look 🥺

“B-but babe,” he said, almost whimpering, “I don’t know why you taste good,,,”

You give him a “the hell you talking about face”,,,until it dawns on you that you had bought a new chapstick

Your just laughing, cause who knew Bokuto would be so intense over some damn chapstick

None of these characters or shows are my own, only the storylines and narratives I create are mine. Copying, stealing, plagiarizing, rewording, or using my storylines in other media, claiming to be your own, or reposting without my consent is not allowed.

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Brave Girl (J.JK x Reader) ☁️💜🎀🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. Med student!Namjoon)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Good Girl!AU

Warnings: Heavy angst, traffic accident, injury, hospital, Jungkook is panicking, MC gets hurt, Koo is just lost and hates hospitals :(, Namjoon being the hero he was born to be, fluffy and dramatic smut, overstimulation, mild DDLG themes, protected sex because we wrap it up in this household smh

Summary: you were supposed to be home at 6 to help Jungkook devour the feast that is the freshly baked pizza he’d made to welcome you back from your trip to your parents, yet when the clock strikes 9 you’re still not home. Just when Jungkook is about to call you since you didn’t react to his texts, he receives a call from you; and he swore his heart stopped beating. Loosing you had never been a thought in his head until now, but he might just gotten closer to this reality than he ever imagined being. And he hated it.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl

"Alright, do we have everything now?" Jungkook asked, helping you place your pastel pink travel bag into his car, careful not to scratch all of the sparkling and colorful stickers on it. They looked a bit worn already, but you always felt a bit upset if there was another scratch to a prized posession such as your sticker-collection- yet when Jungkook told you not to put any more on your bag, you began to pout as well. You asked with a simple nod, already excited to meet your parents again after a long time apart. Jungkook offered to drive you to the bus station, not being able to bring you there entirely because he, quote unquote, 'didn't feel ready yet'. Many would've felt offended by that, but you knew not to read too much into it when it came to him- there were a lot of things for him that were still new, and his love was strong enough for you not to question it. You were both growing comfortable at your own pace, and that was enough for now.

Your parents had understood as well, even though your father had been a little more skeptic than the rest of your family; but he'd always been a little overprotective, so it didn't surprise you at all. While you were driving home, knees against the seat in front of you, you rummaged through your small backpack, taking out a small pack of gummi bears Jungkook had packed inside. He'd been so careful with everything, insisting on buying you this specific backpack because 'it's so soft, you can use it as a pillow inside the bus so you sleep better'. Maybe you were slowly making him soft as well? You were glad however that he had packed your headache medication in as well, long rides sadly having this effect on you sometimes.

Ever since you were a kid, you've always felt safe within public transport. You've been taking the bus and train to school for years, never truly thinking about the danger it could hold. Even now, with the pouring rain outside, you felt calm. Something that would change soon.

For now however, you just noticed how the jacket of the young man next to you slowly slipped off of his lap. He was asleep, you at least thought so, but you couldn't help but reach for the jacket before it could truly fall down onto the slightly muddy floor, your own shoes slightly at fault since it was quite muddy outside before you came in and sat down. "Ah, thanks-" He suddenly said, making your eyes widen at noticing how he only head headphones in. Maybe he hadn't been asleep after all?

"No problem" You said, putting your feet underneath your butt after having taken off your shoes. Your boyfriends' advice had proven to be quite nice after all, putting on comfortable loungewear such as your soft sweatpants and a large white shirt of Jungkooks collection (he had packed it in actually) were slowly proving to be way better than your typical attire. The guy next to you- Namjoon you'd found out on your first ride, having been seated next to him as well- looked quite casual as well. Instead of his more formal clothing he'd worn the first time you had talked to him he had switched to simply jeans and a loose sweater, something that made him seem a lot younger. "Listening to a podcast again?" You casually asked him, and he smiled, taking out one of his headphones.

"No, just music this time. That whole trip kind of drained me if I'm being honest." He explained, crossing his legs before conversing further. "What about you? Had fun with your family?" He said, genuinely interested it seemed. It was rare to find someone as honest as him. At first, you had been a bit careful, knowing that men usually had intentions that differed from what they were actually saying, but Namjoon had been just as friendly as before when you had told him about Jungkook. He just said that he seemed like a nice guy, nothing more to it, and still talked to you just the same.

You nodded your head at his question. "I was kind of sad when I had to leave again, but I also can't wait to come back home!" Excitedly you wiggled around a little, before you found a good position in your seat that didn't make your legs sleep in from being bend so much Namjoon smiled at you.

"I bet. I can't wait to fall into my own bed again as well." He said, before the bus swayed a bit, making you hold onto your belongings to keep them from falling down. Namjoon leaned into the middle a bit, to look at the front window and the driver. "Jesus, he's been driving like this for a few minutes now." He mumbled, making you a bit nervous. He was a very observant person from what you'd gathered until now, your first interaction had been him asking you about your headache even though you were sure it hadn't been too noticable. He was a med student however, top of his class he'd told you, so he probably had a third eye for things like that. "Hopefully they'll change drivers soon. He seems tired." He said, and gave you a reassuring smile. "It's gonna be fine-" He said, before the bus swayed again, this time however, pushing you against the front seat from the force. Seconds later the direction changed drastically, windows shattered, and the only thing you felt when you were able to gather your thoughts again was how cold it was.

The wet ground was slowly seeping into your clothes, the weird feeling of muddy grass underneath your hands as you pulled yourself into a sitting position foreign. One of the first things you were noticing was the incredibly high pitched ringing in your ears, sounds muffled as if someone was holding their hands over them. Things were blurry, lights passing by, and something was moving in front of you. For some reason however, you were only having one thought. Jungkook. He'd know what to do. But where was your phone?

You slowly got up, yelping in pain when your knee gave out and made you fall back down again, scratching the palms of your hands open on some random branches and.. glass? Suddenly you remembered the bus, Namjoon talking to you, and then- it was as if someone skipped a video you haven't seen before, an entire fragment missing completely. You crawled out of the bushes and onto the pavement when you spotted your wet and dirty backpack, your things and several unknown items of other passengers scattered everywhere on the street. And there, just a small distance from you was you phone- the hello kitty charm ripped off and probably lost forever. The screen was an absolute mess, yet it was still working when you reached it, unlocking it with your passcode because your fingerprint scanner was a definite goner for sure. Your headache was killing you at this point, your nose running from the cold, and your mouth had a metallic and bitter taste. It started to ring. One time. Two times. A voice.

"Creepy, I was just about to text you princess. Are you close to the station yet?" He asked, you could hear the TV faintly in the background, then a little movement, his earring clattering against his plastic case he had around his phone, something that still didn't help him with his curse of breaking his screen in record time. "Hey, you there?" He said chuckling, when you eventually answered him. "Hm?" He said, suddenly furrowing his brows invisibly for you on the other side of town, ceasing his movements and instead getting up to grab the remote, silencing the TV. He could hear faint talking on your side, yet it didn't seem like casual chatter, but frantic.. almost as if someone was panicking in the background.

"I said uhm-" You started, swallowing the weird taste before looking around, noticing no movement, but someone began to shout a name, another one softly wheeping, noises increasing with every passing minute. You could faintly spot headlights behind the bus, someone driving past had noticed, and people suddenly stood at the sides. But your vision hadn't cleared yet, so maybe you just couldn't see. "I think- I think we had an accident 'Koo, I-" You said, suddenly chocking a little on the fluid in your throat, coughing to get things under control and your voice back. The mention of an accident, the way you spoke, and the cliche noise of you coughing made him get up immediately, frantically running to his jacket, reaching for his car keys. You always told him how funny it was to you how he always told everyone how organized he was, yet always loosing his car keys. Right now he wished you would make fun of him, he wished you would just say sike and reveal your joke, yet deep down he knew you would never joke about something like this.

“It’s okay baby, you’re gonna be okay, where are you?” He stresses, trying yet failing to keep his own demeanor calm over the phone. You answer him that you don’t know, and he just feels the confusion radiating off of you. Something was terribly wrong, he could feel it deep inside his veins by the way you seemed to be unable to catch an actual thought. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, even though he fears the answer you might give him.

“I..don’t know? My head hurts.. I- Jungkook I think I’m bleeding, what do I do?” You stress, and feel your own panic rising in your throat, making your eyes water and nose burn. You wished you could just tell Jungkook where the hell you were but you didn’t know, streets completely strange to your eyes, shifting around like a fever dream, as if you’d never seen them before. “Kookie, ‘m scared.. I wanna sleep-“ you began to mumble, less and less conscious, your head beginning to rest on the cold ground, the bus now beginning to shift out of focus. There we’re a few people walking around and you wanted to wave, to tell them you’re here, but one of them who you recognized faintly as the guy who’d been sitting next to you during the ride noticed you anyways.

Jungkook started to panic on the other end of the line, desperately trying to pin your phones location. “No no no baby, you’re so brave, you’re such a brave girl, don’t sleep in on me right now okay?” He pleaded, growing more and more anxious the less you answered him. “Baby? Don’t stop talking to me now please.!” He said, trying to get an answer out of you. But the only thing he could hear was the soft white noise, no trace of your voice whatsoever. “Baby? Please-“ he said, eyes watering out of frustration as he noticed the sudden commotion outside, cars suddenly driving out of his nearest police station, sirens loud and clear. “Please, y/n, talk, say anything!” He begged, voice choked with unshed tears, throat closing up.

“Hello?” A stranger answered.

“Who are you? What happened to y/n? Is she okay? I-“ he tried to rush his questions as if that’d get him the answers faster.

“She’s- uh- I don’t know, the bus just suddenly lost control and she- I think she’s still breathing but uhm- look, we’re at, uh-“ Jungkook wasn’t listening after he’d gotten the information he so desperately craved. He knew where you were. He’d get to you. He needed to get to you. And for the first time ever, Jungkook actually started to pray.

He finally found his car keys, ripping the door open to close it with a loud bang behind him, TV running but long forgotten. His stubborn car door didn't open instantly, making him almost growl in anger at it, eyes watering again when he remembered how you always told him to just get it fixed instead of buying a new one. You always had this idea of things having a soul anyways, so you always told him he needed to be nice to his car, or it would be upset. Right now he was not fit to drive. He did it anyways.

He groaned at every red light, hating how he couldn't just run them over because your absolutely stupid voice kept ringing in his ear to drive safely, he hated it right now, so so much, he could've screamed at nothing right now at how enraged he was. Why didn't he just fucking jump over his own shadow and drive you to your parents? None of this would be a thing if he would just finally man up instead of cowering all the time, simply believing that his time with you was endless. He knew it wasn't. He knew one day you two would pass. But that was supposed to be when you both were old and wrinkly, when you both had kids and grandkids, when both of you had enough stupid and disgustingly sweet stories to be able to make them gag at how he would still call you his most beautiful girl. This wasn't happening. He was going to make sure of it.

He reached the destination a little too far away, cars already stopping traffic, people on the side, watching, and he felt agitated again. He decided to simply turn his steering wheel, half-hazardly parking his car almost in the bushes next to the road, before opening the door with his key and phone in hand, closing his car door way too harsh as he could hear something crack, but his legs were already making him run at the fastest pace he had ever before. His hair and clothes, the black zip hoodie he had thrown over his grey shirt were growing damp from the mild rain coming down, yet he didn't care. He had his hood up, before it slipped down, his hands pushing past people, the need to insult them for staring and taking pictures instead of actually helping strong inside his veins, yet he simply portrayed his distaste at his not so gentle shoving to get past them.

Somehow he had apparently arrived before police or the ambulance had, because there was no one there yet. "Y/N!" He yelled, his voice frantic and almost unrecognizable, even to his own ears. He could spot people laying around, some helping others, and some simply waiting for help as he searched for your figure among them. He saw some of your stuff, the travel bag you had, now wet and scratched, your backpack, thrown on the street and some small items he could recognize as yours such as the formerly white bunny jacket he had bought you before you went on this trip. "Y/N!" He yelled again, and got someones attention a bit off the side near the woodside next to the road. "Oh no-" He whispered under his breath when he could see the guy leaning a bit over you, your head on the ground below, soft socks a darker shade than usual from the moisture they had picked up by now. You were laying on your side, the young man pushing a flannel shirt against your hip. He ran straight towards you, reaching out to grab you, just to have the stranger grab his hands instead, pushing at his chest. "What the fuck-?!" He exclaimed, ready to burst.

"We don't know how serious her injuries are at the moment. If you move her you could make the damage worse." He said, serious. "It's better to leave her like this, and wait for the ambulance." He said, unable to make the younger ones angry and frustrated face calm down, but he listened anyways, knowing deep down that he was right. "Kim Namjoon by the way, Medical student- trust me, I know what I'm doing okay?" He refrained from telling the younger one that you would be okay, having sworn to himself when he started as a med student to never give out false hope. Jungkook nodded, tears finally falling as he swallowed hard, simply running his hand over your hair, trying to give you reassurance- or maybe he tried to reassure himself that you were still there. Maybe even both.

When the ambulance arrived, you slowly gained a little more consciousness again, hand grabbing at nothing. "..'Koo?" You said, unsure if he was really there or if the smell of his bodywash on the shirt you were making was playing tricks on you. He gasped, leaning down, his other hand running over your bare arm softly as to warm you up.

"I'm here, I'm here baby, you're okay." He said, this time saying these words to reassure himself purely. Namjoon noticed you shivering after Jungkook did, and he instantly took off his jacket, even though it was thin, simply to cover you up. Namjoon yelled for the ambulance to notice them, and both of the guys breathed a sigh of relief when they were running over towards you three.

However, now Jungkook had to face another fear, apart from still possibly loosing you. He hated hospitals. Not in the quirky kind of 'ugh I hate the smell of disinfectant' kind of way, the kind of 'I rather cast my broken wrist with duct tape and wooden icecream sticks just to not have to go near this place' kind of way. When he was asked if he would like to ride with you his terrified eyes looked at Namjoon, the answer he gave an unsure, yet clear nod. He had to be strong right now. You needed him right now, more than ever.

Inside the ambulance, he didn't let go of your hand. You had a hard time answering questions, so Jungkook had to step in now. He kept his eyes on your face, trying to blend out the equipment around you two to not get riled up. Someone had to be there a hundred percent. The nurse noticed pretty quickly, laying a hand on his shoulder to hopefully calm him down. "She's stable right now, okay? We'll wheel her in as soon as we reach the hospital, someone will ask you for her information since we couldn't find her ID or anything on the scene, alright?" He asked, and he nodded, clearing his throat before he resumed watching you breathe. He would've never guessed how happy he would feel just to see such a small thing from you.

A hot cup nudged his hands that were over his head, and he slowly looked up, surprised to see Taehyung of all people in front of him, his newly red hair in complete dissarray as well as his clothes. He looked like Jungkook felt if he was being honest. "Tae?" He asked, voice rough while taking the cup from his friend. His friend simply shrugged, before He sat down next to him, eyes red. "What-" He started, but Taehyung leaned back, speaking quitely, oddly calm, considering his usually loud personality.

"I-" He started, before he seemed to think a bit about how to phrase his next words. "Someone I know was on the same bus." He said. "I heard you talk to the nurse at the counter." He explained when Jungkooks brows furrowed in confusion. "They've managed to stabalize her, but she'll need surgery tonight." He said, and Jungkook wanted to ask who the person was- yet he refrained from doing so. Him and Taehyung were close, sure, but exactly that was what made him stay quiet about it. He knew when it was okay to ask, and when to just shut up. And right now, he simply nodded at him.

"So we're both gonna have a sleepover here?" He asked grimly, pathetically trying to lift the mood. Taehyung just nodded.

When you woke up, it wasn't like it was usually displayed in movies or cheesy novels. It wasn't a slow, gentle breeze from your window, or the way your boyfriend spoke next to you. No, it was actually absolutely silent, except the constant beeping next to you. You actually woke up way faster than you hoped for, your eyes opening like you've just got ripped out of a dream where you fall downstairs or something alike. You heard Jungkook groan sleepily, before he eventually moved his head a little, turning so you could see how exhausted he looked. His eyelashes looked damp, tiny hairs bound together into little groups as he sniffled, head on your hand, open palm holding his cheek as if he needed to feel you even in his dreams. The sight calmed you down.

The change of heartbeat and pulse made the machine next to you switch sounds, and soon you heard the door open, a friendly nurse walking in, smile on her face as her gaze found Jungkook still in the same position as hours before, unbeknownst to you. "How are you feeling, miss?" She softly said, quiet as to not wake the young man who had been switching between crying, watching, or sleeping next to you for the past days. You swallowed, mouth dry, and nodded towards the empty coffee cups next to you on the small bedside table. "I'll get you some water okay? Welcome back miss. I'll just check your vitals for a second." She said, and you nodded at that. Checking the machines and you, she walked out, leaving the door open so you could hear a bit of what was going on in the hallways. Footsteps and sometimes the tune of someones phone going off, random words you were too tired still to understand, and an elevator. Jungkook stirred next to you, opening his eyes after taking a deep breath, yawning before his eyes found yours.

It took him amusingly a couple of seconds before he shot up, immediately coughing from having inhaled his own saliva. You laughed at that, flinching a bit when it made your body ache, before taking him in. He looked horrible, hair a mess, eyes red and skin a bit pale, yet he smiled brighter than he did back when you bought him the new destiny 2 game for his playstation as a surprise. His eyes glistened, suddenly getting a sparkle to them before his lip started to quiver. He dropped his head on your shoulder, silently crying, but this time, he cried from relief. From happiness. From just how much he loved the world right now for giving him more time with you, for giving him a chance to be the embarrassing father and naggy grandpa he always wanted to be someday. Your arm bend and your hand ran through his hair, not minding the long unkempt locks one bit.

The nurse came back in, smiling brightly with a tall doctor in tow, who had a friendly face as well. "Good to have you back miss. How are we feeling?" He said, trying not to grin at Jungkook, who had yelled at the man several times when he'd tried to tell him to go home and rest. You were oblivious to this obviously. Jungkook raised his head a little, using his flannel sleeve to dry his tears, clearing his throat to at least try to look like he got his shit together.

"Uhm, I feel like I had to take my fitnessgram pacer test again, plus a bit more muscle pain in my hip?" You said, making the man chuckle.

"That's completely understandable considering you flew quite a distance miss. We were quite surprised that you were fine breathing on your own, considering everything. You're quite lucky; but we're gonna keep you under surveillance until friday. Your bodyguard can take you home after 12 whenever he likes." He said with a smirk in Jungkook's direction, the one spoken of growing a bit red on the tips of his ears. The doctor leaves after asking you general questions such as, if you knew the current year, your address, and your personal information such as your birthday.

The nurse left the cup of water and a straw on the small table. "I'll let you both catch up. Please make sure she drinks the whole cup, but only a couple of sips at a time alright?" She said to your boyfriend, who nodded, having calmed down a little by now. He moved, his hand a bit shaky as he ripped the top of the papercover of the straw off, before taking the plastic drinking help out of its minimalistic packaging. He put it inside the cup after bending it a bit, before he moved to you, helping you with outmost care to sit up a little. You winced a bit when you tried to move too fast, and Jungkooks face got a little more serious at this. You began to pout at him.

"What?" He said, voice still a bit rough from the lack of using- and the simultaneous shouting everytime he'd opened his mouth these days. He sighed. "Come on, you heard the nurse- you gotta drink." He said, but you stubbornly moved your head to the side, sideeying him. His brow raised in a questioning matter, before he noticed your posture. You had your arms in front of you in a hugging manner, and he suddenly realized how his behaviour must've looked for you. "I'm sorry princess I just.." He said, putting the cup down and running a hand through his hair. "I just.. I was so terrified when I saw you there-" He said, having to swallow hard again so he didn't end up crying again. God, what was it with him again? "Why didn't you call an ambulance? Why did you call me instead?" He asked, a bit of whine to it. You shrugged, deflating a bit in your position leaned up against the pillows.

"You were.. dunno, the first one I thought of." You explained. In Hindsight it had been a bit dumb, why did you call him as if he could magically appear in that second to make everything better, but somehow your brain made that story into a real possibility. "You always make everything better, and you know.. you always know what to do so.." You said, and Jungkook breathed out in a sight.

He leaned closer to you, tattooed hand brushing away some of your hair to place a kiss to your forehead. "Oh baby.." He simply said, resting his against your head for a second, before his thumb brushed over your cheek. "I'm driving you anywhere you need to be from now on." He said, and you nodded with a smile. "Alright. Now come on, drink something." he spoke before picking up the cup, helping you with the straw, taking it away from you after a couple of sips, making you whine. "I know doll, but we don't wanna overdo it alright?" He said. You looked at him with a smile, and he happily returned it.

"Jungkook I can do that-" You said, before he silenced you with a look.

"I'm sorry, as cute as you look walking around like a newborn babydeer, I really like to keep you from falling down again, thank you very much." He said, accusingly pointing to the small bandage on your knee from having stumbled on your way into the kitchen yesterday. Your visible wounds were healing well, but you still had a bit of nerve damage from your nasty fall, which made your legs feel like they're constantly in a state between sleeping in and waking up, minus the pins and needles. They moved, yeah, you could feel them, yes, but it felt like they were wrapped in plastic and someone messed with the controls. Jungkook found it a bit adorable, but he rather not have you give him a shock again from almost hitting the kitchen tiles. Slowly, he came back with a glass of water, making you smile and thank him. He'd currently taken time off from work, having explained to his boss that he had to nurse you for a bit until you could be home by yourself. His boss had been pretty understanding, agreeing to him taking his vacation earlier and with short notice.

One thing you noticed however, was how careful Jungkook was around you. Now, that itself wasn't a bad thing, since right now you're a bit more fragile then usually so, but he was careful in a different way. Ever since you both left the hospital on friday, he stopped giving you goodnight kisses. He rarely hugged you, only ever if you initiated it, and he refused to be close to you during the night, making up excuses like 'I'm scared I'll roll you over during the night babygirl.' That was utter bullshit, because he'd never been worried about that in the past. He's a heavy sleeper and barely moves when he sleeps, so why would it be an issue now?

That was when the goddamn thoughts came back to you. Maybe he realized how close he'd gotten to you and didn't want that anymore? Maybe he wanted to go back to his old way of living, without any strings attached to anyone?

That night, you decided to speak up. Jungkook and you were sitting on the bed, you criss crossed, and him with his back towards you, feet on the carpeted floor. "You can, uhm.. you know, drive me back to the hospital tomorrow so I can get checked back in." You quietly said. He instantly turned around, his phone no longer worth his attention as his brows furrowed.

"Why? Are you okay? Did the stitches open up again?" He said, a bit of panic making his words hurry on their way out of his mouth. You shook your head.

"No, but I don't wanna, you know. You don't like me saying I'm a burden so I won't say it, but yeah. I get it, you know? Its okay, really-" You said, head lowering until you stared your lap. You heard and felt him move, his hand softly on your back.

"What're you saying princess? Why the fuck would you think I don't want you anymore?" He knew your innuendos by now, and he didn't like that you implied a breakup in your sentence one bit. "Baby I'm gonna take care of you now and everyday you need me to, you know that." He said, confused.

You looked at his throat, unable to shift your gaze any higher up, in fear of what his eyes would tell you. "But, you know.. if we're good, why.. why 'm I not getting any kisses anymore? No hugs? No nothing? " You said, starting to pick at your fingers. Maybe you were just making it worse for him. Maybe he'd just tried to figure out how to tell you in a good way, and you just made it so much harder for him to do so. However, the hand on your back left, just so he could take your body into his arms. "I'ts okay, you know-" You started again, and he hushed you.

"None of that, please don't talk like that, please don't." He said, almost breathless as if he was scared to say the words out loud. "Getting told I could loose you for good was terrifying enough already, thank you very much." He said, a dry laugh escaping him, humor nowhere to be seen in it. Typically he would relish in the feeling of his broader and stronger frame compared to you, he would smile at the mere size difference of your hands or the way he could easily pick you up and carry you anywhere he wanted to. But right now it only reminded him how fragile you were, how careful he had to be not to hurt you. He felt helpless, and it was a feeling he decided he'd hate until he died. "I just- I'm scared I'll hurt you." He said, quietly, hoping that maybe you won't hear. But you did.

Holding his face in your hands you were reminded again just how inexperienced he was in this entire thing as well. You always thought he could lead the way without problems, that he knew everything and could teach you what you wanted to know. Yet maybe you both could learn from one another, more so than just you from him. "You won't." You said, and you stubbornly kissed him as he tried to protest, pecking his lips with a newfound courage you didn't knew you had until then. He tried again, just to get another kiss. This went on for a bit, until he deepened the gesture a bit, hand finding its way into your hair, before he pulled away.

"Don't rile me up baby." He groaned, running a hand through his hair. He hated how much you could get under his skin right now, covering his lower half under the blanket you both shared almost shamefully. You kissed him again, making him laugh, finally this time for real. "Stop, I'm serious. You're still healing, or did you forget?" He said, and you whined.

"But you can be gentle! My stitches are coming out on Monday anyways, I'll be fine!" You said, and he had to chuckle at you, his mind being torn from side to side. He didn't know if he could, but the way you trusted him made him wan't to at least try. With a little hesitance he dived in again, making you smile against his lips.

He made you lie down again, slowly, crawling over your form, unhurried, as if you both got all the time of the world. And you had, he knew you had. When you whined, he simply grinned at you. "No no Baby, let's just be close, okay?" He said, voice low and soft, making you melt underneath him. For the first time ever, as cheesy as it sounden, it wasn't about reaching your highs anymore for him. He was a believer that good sex had to finish with as much pleasure as possible for him, yet that had entirely began to shift when he'd met you. Suddenly things weren't about him anymore, suddenly he started to become less and less self-centered; but this time nothing mattered at all. It wasn't about reaching your goal and claiming your prize in form of an orgasm, it wasn't about pure pleasure and satisfaction. No, this time it was about feeling as close to you as he could, he needed to feel every inch of you simply to reassure himself that you were still here, real, and with him.

He reached for the first drawer of the bedside table, your kisses on his chest and biceps making his heart race. Slipping the condom on with your help, not because he needed it but because you wanted to, he made himself at home inside you, mind slowing down with every move he made, his thoughts and body being reminded that you were okay, you were fine, you were still here with him, you didn't leave. Maybe he should be scared of how dependend he'd become on you, how you had sneaked your way past all his walls and made yourself at home inside his soul. Maybe he should be afraid or worried how he couldn't escape you anymore, how he couldn't take a fast exit out of the situation you both had made. But right now, none of that mattered.

Your mind was fuzzy, no thought able to be caught properly, and you let yourself slip even further, giving your entire being into his posession. This was just about being close, and you felt protected and safe with him, his pace slow and unhurried, gentle, and his hands reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers in a soft gesture. It showed just how much he was actually hurting, how much the entire situation had affected him; this was so unlike him that it made you feel proud of yourself to be able to witness it at all. He was laying himself bare in every way for you, and you didn't dare threw salt on his exposed flesh.

He didn't notice if he or you had come at all, continuing to move, yet never picking up his pace. When he watched your blissful face underneath him, his eyes stung again, tears knocking at the back of them, and he gently placed his head on your shoulder, kissing every part of your skin he could reach there, gasping and breathing hard. Never in his wildest dreams he would've thought that this would be the situation he would found pleasure in, yet it happened in that moment, and god, he felt like he couldn't stop. He felt like he could torture himself like this forever if it meant he could show you how utterly terrified he had been of loosing you, how terrified he still was deep down, and how terrified he would always be. He needed you like oxygen at this point, and it scared him shitless, yet even that was something he accepted with open arms and a smile in exchange for your affection. He was whipped for you, deep down bound to you by iron shackles, but he would never ask for a change whatsoever.

The night ended with both of you exhausted yet happy, tangled together under wrinkled sheets and a blanket thrown over your forms.

"I absolutely love you." You said, eyes wide and sparkling at the amount of junkfood your boyfriend carried inside the living room, coat still a bit wet from the rain outside. He brought a wave of cool and fresh air with him, making you shiver for a bit before your hand dived into the first paper bag, the crinkling sound ever so present. He laughed, throwing his coat over the side of the couch before he sat down next to you.

"You only love me for food, how tragic." He said, playfully sighing at it, watching you pout at him. "sorry baby, 'm joking." ruffling your hair he snatched a fry from the small bag you had in your hands, making you whine, but laugh at the same time.

Straightening your back you tried to look taller than him, making him chuckle. "I see this as a reward for not crying today!" You said proudly, and he smiled, nodding. You had gotten your final stitches removed, and even though it was still terrifying for both of you, Jungkook had finally faced his fear and came with you to your appointment, although he had still been heavily uncomfortable, rushing you both out as fast as possible. He was proud however, because even though you had every reason to, you didn't cry- simply squeezing his hand a bit, but nothing too much.

"I know, I know." He said, rummaging through the second large brown bag to fish himself a burger. "That's because you're the bravest girl ever-" He said, yelping when you snatched the food from him. "And also the most daring it seems, you gotta share baby!" He said playfully accusing, reaching for it just for you to hold it further away. "Good girls share, come on, I deserve a reward too you brat!" His hands reached for the item of his desire, making him raise his brows at you. Kissing your slightly greasy and salty lips, he laughed when you made a whiny sound at him. "Come on, this shit was expensive, let's eat."

"I've never seen you cry so much."

"Shut up."

"It was cute though-"

"Oh I'm about to be really fucking cute, get over here young lady!"

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#bts #bts imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts fanfic #jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts reactions

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goldencorecrunches · 4 years ago

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Wei Ying doesn’t share the lease with Lan Zhan—his sister has very strong opinions on lease-signing before marriage, which Wen Ning has learned come from some unfortunate events in her past, and not from a moral prudishness—but he lives there in all practical terms. When Wen Ning coaxes Wei Ying out of the library at half-past two in the morning, it’s towards Lan Zhan’s apartment that he takes him. It’s a habit, walking Wei Ying home. Wei Ying can hold his own, but even if he weren’t wearing his Thinking Skirt (an ankle-length black denim monstrosity that he claims makes him “think better,” and refuses all attempts to replace) Wen Ning would still go with him. He doesn’t like the idea of anyone walking home alone, in the dark, especially not someone he cares about. Wei Ying stopped arguing with him about it years ago. “Wen Niiiing,” Wei Ying says, slumping theatrically under his backpack. “I’m dead. Linear II has killed me. You have to carry me or I’ll rot here.” “Campus police would probably collect you,” Wen Ning points out, as he bends down so Wei Ying can hop up onto his back. Wei Ying’s arms tighten uncomfortably around Wen Ning’s neck for a moment; Wen Ning hefts under his thighs, hiking up the skirt so Wei Ying can wrap his legs around Wen Ning’s waist. It’s a perfectly platonic best-friend thing to do if Wen Ning doesn’t think about it. “Or th-th, lawnmower people.”

“You’re evil,” Wei Ying says without heat. He didn’t mean his whining about his class, either; Wen Ning was there through Wei Ying deciding to go back to school, and held his hand when he hit submit on his applications. He’s also seen how much Wei Ying thrives, in the whirlwind of work and essays and complex mathematical theories that he’s plunged back into. It’s nice to see him so enthusiastic about something, again; really enthusiastic, not pretending because he doesn’t want people to be upset. Wen Ning has been his friend for over a decade, now, and the years after Wei Ying dropped out were some of his worst. There’s a lady out walking her dog. Wen Ning smiles at the pug’s stubby legs as they pass. The sidewalk underfoot is damp from the rain, glittering under the street lamps; it’s a quiet, comfortable kind of night, even with—especially with—Wei Ying mumbling increasingly incoherently against Wen Ning’s neck, the closer he gets to nodding off. Wen Ning has been over enough times that he knows the code to the building, but he has to jostle Wei Ying to wake him up when he gets to Lan Zhan’s door. “Key,” he says, when Wei Ying grumbles at him. It comes out fond; he can’t help it. “’S in pocket.” “I’d have to put you down.” With considerably more grumbling, Wei Ying wiggles around to dig the keys out of his jacket. It used to be terrifying how he trusted Wen Ning not to drop him. Now Wen Ning brings it up to tease him when his brother visits. The keys are warm from Wei Ying’s pocket, his hand. Wen Ning slides the right one into the lock and opens the door carefully, conscious of the creaky hinge; Wei Ying keeps saying he’s going to fix it. The lights are still on inside, yellow and bright after the nighttime darkness. Lan Zhan’s head pops up over the back of the couch, followed by the graceful unfolding of his body. It’s clear he stayed up to wait for Wei Ying, but it looks like he’d also been dozing; his hair is a mess and he looks very tired. Wen Ning is used to ignoring the clench of his heart. He lifts a hand from Wei Ying’s ankle to wave. “I brought home the scholar,” he says, which is obvious. Lan Zhan nods at him and comes to help pry Wei Ying off Wen Ning’s back; Wei Ying is refusing to let go. Eventually the two of them manage to unwrap him and get him onto his own two feet. Immediately Wei Ying slumps against Lan Zhan’s flannel-pajama shoulder, muffling a yawn. Lan Zhan gazes at him with such sleepy adoration that Wen Ning has to smile, seeing it. “I’ve got work tomorrow. Um, today,” he says, when Lan Zhan looks at him; his eyes carry lingering softness from looking at Wei Ying, and Wen Ning tries not to blush. “Sorry, I d-d, can’t stay.” His regret is real. Even though he only drinks tea, Lan Zhan’s coffeemaker is much fancier than the secondhand one in the apartment Wen Ning shares with A-Jie. Wen Ning and Wei Ying can go through three pots easy, in the morning. Lan Zhan blinks at him, swaying a little (it is far past his bedtime), and wraps an arm around Wei Ying’s waist with an instinct Wei Ying doesn’t need to keep him close. They have a way of melting into each other that makes Wen Ning’s chest go all liquid, inside, but in a good way. Like soup. Maybe he should go to sleep.

“Goodnight,” Wen Ning says, at the door. Remembering at the last minute, he hands Wei Ying’s keys to Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan takes them, maneuvering Wei Ying so he doesn’t knock into the wall, kisses Wen Ning on the mouth once gently, and turns to half-carry Wei Ying down the hall to bed.

Wen Ning stares at the closed door for a full minute. The inside of his skull keeps making a sound like a rebooting computer.

What.

Nie Huaisang 💃💃💃

lan zhan just kissed me????????????

like w tongue???

omg finally

no just??? goodnight???

I dropped wei ying off and he just

???????????????????????

hell ya 3some gettit

im really freaking out

oh shit

sry

ill b over in 30 w vodka

thank you <3

Wen Ning wakes up and wishes he hadn’t.

He’s curled up in the faux-leather armchair he and A-Jie dragged from the side of the road when they moved in, the one that’s just big enough to let him manipulate his spine into the worst position ever. Drunk him is a trick ass bitch who tends to forget about joint pain. Across the room, Nie Huaisang is cuddling the leg of the coffee table. They probably won’t even have trouble touching their toes, today, but they’re going to complain about it as if they aren’t as a dancer in better shape than the rest of them combined. He’s also wearing one of Huaisang’s bras, the lace pink one they always foist upon Wen Ning when they want “help hoe-ing it up tonight, let’s GO.” Since neither of them ventured beyond Wen Ning’s living room, he’s not sure what sequence of events led to said bra-wearing. The clasp is digging into Wen Ning’s skin. At least it fits better than it used to. Wen Ning’s boobs were, unfortunately, huge. His phone is at four percent. Wen Ning fumbles to plug it in—he got the charger plugged into the wall, before he passed out, but he has a vague recollection of deciding the cord was too short and taking his phone to chair with him untethered—and winces as he taps the scratched screen. He’s got messages. Did he text people last night? He really, really hopes not.

Lan Zhan’s Brother 🎼

Hi, I was wondering if you were free this afternoon?

Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry! I got an interesting call from Wangji?

Oh shit. Oh, fuck.

Wen Ning groans and buries his face in the cool oblivion of scuffed pleather.

#cql #the untamed #mdzs #wen ning #wangningxian #wangning #ningxian #eYYYYY #my fics #its gonna be ok dont worry #fic: thinking skirt au

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angrymoontaeil · 4 years ago

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Boyfriend Material

Word count: 2.8k

Tw: none :)

Basically Chan gives you his hoodie after you were soaked by the rain... and you’re kinda sleepy

I wrote this at 3am with too much caffeine in my veins, I am sorry

Over your life, you had many spaces that you would call home. From friend's houses, to your own small apartments, to random hotels that were the cheapest in the city you currently resided in. It took many years for you to finally find a stable job with a stable income, and was able to complete online college for music. Finally, for once in your life you felt contempt.

After the many years, you settled down in Seoul. You had a couple of friends that you met online that lived fairly close to the city, and you were able to snag a job at a small coffee shop down the corner from your small apartment and also a producing job at a company called JYP. You worked during the day at the shop, refilling coffee cups, making over-priced coffees left and right for teenagers heading to school or adults with scowls plastered on their faces getting extra shots of espresso in their drinks. You then made your way down a couple blocks to JYP where you would enter the studio with other producers and create music with them.

Today, the weather cracked thunder in the sky and let the rain fall down in harsh droplets that completely soaked your hair and clothes. Your jacket wrapped tightly around your body as you tried to keep the remaining warmth of your body closest to you. You wished that you took a taxi from the coffee shop to the company. Although the fare would have been costly, it was much better than struggling to walk in the downpour.

Finally, after the walk that normally took at the very most 5 minutes took you three times longer, you reached the back entrance of the company and basically threw yourself through the door to escape from the cold. Your hair let small droplets of water splatter the floor and your shoes squeaked every time you moved. Huffing out a sigh you took your shoes off before your soaks were soaked anymore than they already were. You swung your backpack down to the floor and took a look inside. Your notebooks and work clothes inside were wet as well and thankfully you had none of your electronics or lyric books inside as your coworker here had them safe in her bag.

You tried to take light steps in the hallway. When you finally reached the recording room you opened the door and dramatically sighed and dropped your shoes to the floor. Your coworkers chucked at your antics and gave you smiles. Bowing, you set down your book bag to the floor and took off your coat that revealed an equally soaked sweater. One of your friends, Daehi threw you a glare when you sat down next to her and flipped your hair dramatically back to hit her in the face.

Daehi slapped your arm and refocused on your manager who was giving a rundown of some of the tracks you were to be helping with today. Apparently, Stray Kids were going to be doing a comeback in the next month or so and needed some finishing touches to the songs and you, Daehi and your other coworker Seunin will be assigned to work on them and the remaining will be working on a couple new backing tracks and mixers.

In your couple months of working here, you have seen and talked to only a couple members of Stray Kids. All of which were kind and polite and insanely talented. To say the least, you were excited to finally meet the full group as your coworkers and other artists would talk and give compliments about the members and the group countless times. Another reason you were excited was that you were the only one out of the other two with a major in music as the others had backgrounds in sound, light, and film design. You loved Daehi and Seunin with your whole heart, but it would be nice for once and a while to talk technical about music.

When your manager let the groups split off, Daehi gave you a slap to your arm before settling down in one of the chairs in front of the computer screens with the music program pulled up. You gasped and stood up to perch behind her as she plucked out random notes on the piano in front of the computer, the notes transferred to the screen in order and Seunin sat in the chair next to her.

Both of them settled into a conversation of the next stage that they were creating for the artists for their next program and you went back to the couch to try and relax before the artists came in. Needless to say, you were nervous. Your leg bounced and you fidgeted with your fingers in eagerness. Not to add onto the mess, you were also soaked to your socks and the cold just started to settle in.

"Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?" You looked up to see Daehi and Seunin giving you a questioning look. You nodded and looked down at your fingers which were now turning a light purple on your fingertips. "You don't look like it at all" She came over and knelt down at your feet and took your hands in hers, "what the hell! Your super cold!" Somehow you managed to smile at her weakly and she glared at you.

You were about to say that you were fine when the door opened. Changbin came in first, followed by Jisung who was talking a mile a minute about a dog. Hyunjin shoved Jisung through the door and followed was I.N and Seungmin. Minho and Felix walked through in a conversation, and Chan was last and shut the door behind him.

Daehi helped you up from the couch and you all gave bows to each other before settling walking over to the chairs in front of the computers. The members of Stray Kids stood behind you three and peered over your shoulders as you pulled up the files of songs with shaky hands. Seunin noticed your struggle and took the mouse from your hand and opened the files for you and pulled up the mixer. He also positioned the piano in front of you and gave a smile which you returned great-fully. You mouthed "thank you" to him before focusing on the screen to look over some of the notes of improvement.

The boys behind you and your coworkers joked around as you started up the recording system. Standing up, you made your way to the recording booth to set up the mics and headphones for the members who were still laughing at a joke said by Hyunjin. As doing this, you felt a constant pair of eyes on you. Still shaky and tense from the nerves and cold, you didn't want to look up and meet the eyes which never left your frame.

You left the booth and settled back down into the chair. You blinked a couple times and took a deep breath. Your head spun and your knuckles turned white at how hard you were clenching them, however your fingertips still remained a faint blue.

"Are you okay?" The voice scared you, making you jump and turn to Chan who bent down to your level and spoke with a calm demeanor. You opened your mouth to speak before a large shiver wracked your body. A heavy sigh left you and you smiled at Chan who looked concerned. He reached out slowly to your face and cupped your cheek in his warm hands. "You're... freezing," his words were hardly above a whisper as he spoke again, "do you have a change of clothes?" You shook your head no and he let his hand drop from your face to the armrest of the chair and spun you around to face him fully. "I have extra in my backpack, wait one second."

Chan rose to his full height and walked over to Minho and whispered to him before leaving the room. When he left, Minho looked at you and smiled before focusing back on Jisung who was telling another outlandish story.

"So... you and Chan, huh?" Daehi rolled her chair over to you and spoke in a sassy voice. Your eyes were still glued to the door and Daehi nudged your arm to make you look at her.

"Yeah right, he is just being kind."

"Hey, Y/N... is this going to take long? I really want to sleep today," Felix gave you a pleading look and poked at I.N who mimicked the same facial expression. You smiled and laughed at their antics.

"There is only one song that needs some working on, the rest are good until we have some more time." Like Felix and I.N all you wanted to do was curl up in bed under the soft covers and get some sleep before work tomorrow morning. However, you knew that there was a significant pile of work on your end that you wanted to finish before the weekend, and tonight was the only night you had enough free time to complete it.

"Really?" Seungmin perked up at your words with excitement and you nodded. He and Felix sprung up from the couch and ran into the recording booth and put on the headphones. The door opened again and you looked over to see Chan holding clothes and motioned at you with them with a large smile. His eyes crinkled and his messy hair was covered by a beanie and a hint of red spread across his cheeks when you smiled back at him.

You held your wet clothing in your hands, which the blue was slowly fading from. After you finished changing and looked in the mirror, you realized that your condition was a lot worse than you thought it was. Your lips were starting to turn blue in the corners and turned a tad paler than your normal complexion. Even though Chan was considered 'short' compared to other idols and even his own band mates, his hoodie was bigger on you and his sweatpants had to be tied tightly around your hips for them to not dip too low. His scent lingered on his clothes and it honestly calmed you, any of the fears that you had about recording with Stray Kids slowly drifted off your body. Slowly you made your way back to the recording room, sleep was starting to catch up to you and pulled at your eyes.

You gripped the armrests and stood up slowly from the chair. You shuffled slowly over to him and took the clothing from his hands, careful to not touch his hands in fear of further embarrassing yourself. "Thank you," You said before maneuvering past him and out the door. Once you closed the door, you let go of a breath that you didn't realize you were holding in. You held Chan's clothes close to you and made your way to the bathroom and change.

You pushed open the door with a yawn and shoved your clothes by your backpack. Chan looked up at you, and even though you missed it, the others saw the way he looked at you when you set your clothes away and made your way back to the chair. You grabbed the earbuds on the desk and put them in, and with new determination you started the music for Felix and Seungmin who were still in the recording booth.

"Sleep!" Jisung screamed when he swung open the the booth and jumped towards the couch and set his head down on Minho's lap. He closed his eyes and sighed, I.N joined him by jumping on top on Jisung who let out a screech and fell off the couch and onto the floor. I.N fell as well, with Hyunjin and Changbin laughing at the boys who groaned in pain on the floor. Chan was the last to exit the booth and you two made eye contact before looking back at the commotion of screams on the floor when I.N tried to scramble off of Jisung but managed to fall back on him when Hyunjin shoved him back down.

Daehi was clutching her stomach with tears in her eyes and Seunin was leaning on Changbin who both were laughing at the boys' antics. You smiled and laughed along with them, using the sleeves of the hoodie to cover your face to hide your huge smile and the tears starting to form.

Finally, I.N managed to stand with the help of Seungmin and Jisung hung onto Minho as they walked out of the office after saying goodbyes. The rest of the members bid their farewells as well with hugs and smiles and left. Daehi stretched out in her chair with a yawn and Seunin made his way to grab his stuff from the couch.

"I have to leave before the storm gets worse, I will see you both tomorrow," he bowed and left. Daehi did the same with a hug and said for you to get some sleep before work tomorrow and a promise to grab a coffee from you tomorrow. Finally, you were left to yourself, looking at the time at the corner of the computer screen, it read 12:05 am.

The time read 4:47 on Chan's phone. He still found himself awake at this ungodly hour and wandered his way back to the recording office. He opened the door still looking at his phone, the lights that were still on did not phase him until he went to go the desk and saw you asleep cuddled in his clothes. Your head rested on your arms on the desk and your legs were crossed on the chair. Earbuds were still placed in your ear and music still played on the screen on the computer. Chain closed the door softly and made his way over to your sleeping figure.

Files upon files of music still had to be looked upon and you knew you had to create at least two more backing tracks before you were going to be content with yourself. You buried your face into the sleeves and took a deep breath. You flinched back at the scent, you forgot you still wore Chan's clothes. They were so comfortable and it was relaxing that you wearing them left your mind. You looked up at the screen again you set to work.

He quietly removed the earbuds from your ears and moved to rub your back. You shifted at the movement but made no action to open your eyes, but made a noise of comfort before snuggling deeper into Chan's hoodie. "Hey," he spoke softly "can I move you to the couch?" You hummed in approval and you lifted your head up from the desk but still didn't open your eyes. Chan wrapped his hands behind your back and under your kneed and lifted you up. You wrapped your hands around his neck and nuzzled your face into his chest. If you were even remotely aware of what was happening, your face would have been a deep red but you were too sleep deprived to even feel embarrassed at your actions.

Chan smiled down at you curled in his arms. He enjoyed the warmth that spread in his chest as you hummed again when he set you down carefully on the couch. When he removed his hands from under your limbs, you opened your eyes and grabbed onto his shirt. "What time is it?" You asked quietly, Chan opened his phone once more.

"4:57, you need to sleep."

"And you don't? Why are you here?" Sleep tugged at your eyelids and you closed them and let go of Chan's shirt. He smiled and walked over to the desk and saved your work before turning off the pc and shutting down all the equipment.

"I am used to this, but you work a lot... you need your sleep."

"You know I work a lot?" You whispered and heard Chan come closer and you felt something cover your body and tugged up to your chin. You grabbed at the cloth and pulled it closer to your body.

"Yeah, many of the producers speak highly of you here, and I always see you leaving late. They say that even though you work at a coffee shop and here, you always pour your heart out. Does music mean a lot to you?" His voice was soothing and drowsiness took hold of your senses.

"Chan?"

"hmmm?" His hand made its way to your hair and combed through.

"Can you stay here? I have work in a couple.... I can make coffee..." Your words slurred together and you cuddled deeper into the couch.

"I will stay right here," his voice was a whisper at this point, you opened the blanket and Chan crawled in and hugged you close to his chest. His hand still remained tangled in your hair and the other wrapped around your waist. You did the same and hugged his body close to you and smiled. "You set an alarm, right"

"Shut up, let me hug you,"

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iwantthedean · 4 years ago

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Whiskey-ness: The One With the T-Shirt

Summary: A night of bad weather has Y/N and Dean stuck in the bunker together ... alone. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1535 Warnings: Drinking, implied smut, Winchester charm ... Challenge: @winchesterxfamilybusiness‘s Make Me Swoon challenge. My prompt is bolded in the fic -- I’m so sorry this is late! Thanks for the extension! Challenge: @smol-and-grumpy‘s SuperFriends Title Challenge; my prompt is The One with the T-Shirt. Request: A while back when I did drabbles, @amanda-teaches requested Dean encountering a Roomba for the first time. I kept it because I love the prompt and wanted to use it, but couldn’t come up with anything on its own. So, I incorporated it into this fic!

Happy Reading, lovelies!

“What the hell is that thing?!”

Your brow perked up when you heard Dean yelling from the other room. There generally wasn’t much in the bunker that he couldn’t identify, so his question had your interest piqued; you closed the book you had been reading and went in search of the elder Winchester brother.

You sighed as you got closer to the kitchen, where Dean was still cursing. You rolled your eyes.

“Did Sam make some weird green smoothie and leave the extra in the fridge again?”

Dean shook his head and pointed. “I was eating a sandwich and made a little bit of a mess and that — that thing came rushing in here. The possessed, oversized frisbee won’t stop following me!”

You glanced around the counter and immediately laughed. “Calm down, Dean, it’s a Roomba.”

He frowned. “A what-a?”

Pressing the appropriate button, you sent the little cleaning machine back to its dock. “A Roomba. It’s a cleaning thing. Sam must have gotten one and didn’t tell you or something. Since he’s spending the weekend with Eileen, I’m not surprised he left someone to clean up after you.”

“I’m perfectly capable of cleaning up after myself.”

“Sure you are,” you snorted. “Listen, I’m gonna pack up and go — let you and your new roomie get acquainted. Thanks for letting me make a pit stop.”

Dean nodded, still watching the doorway for the Roomba to come back and attack him. “Yeah, of course, Y/N/N. Anytime.”

You put a couple books in your backpack, yelling to Dean you were taking them for research purposes but would be back through to return them before too long. After donning your jacket, you hugged Dean tight, told him to be nice to the Roomba, and made way for the door.

Before you could open the door all the way, the wind blew it all the way open and knocked you back a couple of steps. The green sky was blurred by hard raindrops falling in thick sheets over the open Kansas land. Three steps out the door and you were turned around, pounding on the door, begging Dean to let you back in, out of the rain.

“Dang, kid, you were gone for like thirty seconds,” Dean noted, helping you out of your jacket after you dropped your backpack by the closed door.

Shivering already, you hugged your arms around your chest to give you some sort of warmth. “Yeah, it’s really coming down out there. We should check the radar.”

“Let’s get you in dry clothes and warmed up first.”

He led you to his room, tossed you a towel and a t-shirt, and showed you how the shower worked. He encouraged you to get warmed up and comfortable, and he would check the weather.

The water warmed your body quickly; you made a mental note to give Dean shit about keeping the bunker so cold. You weren’t soaked through, but thanks to the temperature inside, you had felt nearly frozen.

“Maybe if he wouldn’t wear so many layers,” you mumbled to yourself as you dried off. You slipped your mostly dry underpants over your legs, pulled Dean’s shirt over your head, then went to figure out where in the bunker he had landed.

You found him drinking from a tumbler of whiskey while wrapping up a phone call with Sam.

“He called to check on us because there’s a bad storm system coming in. Told him we were well aware,” Dean chuckled. “Apparently there’s a tornado warning. Sirens went off while you were in the shower.”

You leaned against the table next to him. “Thank goodness we’re in a fortress, essentially. Want me to whip up some dinner? I know you just had that sandwich.”

Dean gave you a look. “I could still eat. As long as you can do so without making a messing and bringing out the freaky little cleaning monster.”

You laughed and headed for the kitchen. In a little under an hour, you had put together a salad, cooked some chicken, and had cookies baking for after dinner. Once you were finished mashing potatoes, you’d be set.

Dinner was mostly quiet, with the two of you eating your fill, and Dean getting into the cookies almost as soon as they were out of the oven. He was nice enough to do the dishes on his own so you could go check on your clothes in the dryer.

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath. “Helps to actually start the dryer, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes at yourself, you shut the door again and pressed the button extra hard, waiting to hear the machine start rolling before you left the laundry room.

“Where’d you go?” you called when you returned to the kitchen to find no Dean around. He had washed the dishes the two of you ate off of, but hadn’t put any of the leftovers away. Sighing, you took care of that, scrubbed the pots and pans and set them to dry before going in search of Dean.

He was in the Dean Cave, a fresh bottle of whiskey and two tumblers on the table beside his chair. You dropped into the other recliner, snagging the throw blanket from Dean’s chair to keep your legs warm.

“Is there anyway you could pretend to be a human who doesn’t need to be wrapped in a minimum of three layers of clothing at all times so the rest of us don’t have to freeze our asses off when we’re here?”

“Pansy.”

He got up to go change the temperature, and you used the opportunity to grab the remote and change the channel to something you could both enjoy watching. Dean gave you a little shit over it but poured you a glass of whiskey just the same.

Watching that movie turned into a drinking game which turned into the both of you getting plastered. The bottle of whiskey was nearly empty by the time you called it a night.

“If the weather’s clear in the morning, I’ll be out of your hair not long after I’m up,” you promised, yawning at the end of the sentence.

Dean put his arms around your shoulders. “You don’t have to rush off, you know. Sammy’s gone till Monday, that storm system is moving through …”

“You’ve been here without Sam before, and I’ll be that storm system will be through after tonight.”

“Whatever. It’s just been, ya know, nice to have you around for more than two seconds and without all the monster guts.”

You giggled. “You could have ruined that monster guts part if you had attacked the Roomba. Thank goodness I was here to protect you.”

You went up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, whispered a Good night, Dean, then headed to find an empty room to crash in for the night. The whiskey had nearly lulled you to sleep, and far be it from you to deny yourself a good, drunk sleep.

“Y/N, wait!” Dean called, jogging after you down the hallway.

You turned too fast to face him, so you backed up against the nearest wall, mentally thanking it for holding you up. You raised your brow at Dean, silently asking after his request for you to wait. He leaned against the opposite wall and smirked.

“I mean to tell you earlier, but then there was tornadoes and food … you look real good in my t-shirt.”

You smirked, too. “Oh, this old thing? It is pretty comfortable. Can’t say I was entirely upset about my clothes not getting dried.”

“Me neither.”

He stepped away from the wall, stopping in the middle of the hallway. “Maybe, for safety, we should bunk together tonight. You know, like … like …”

“The buddy system?” you supplied.

Dean snapped his fingers. “The buddy system, yes, exactly! Whadda ya say?”

“I say …” You licked your lips and did your best to stand up a little straighter. “If you take another step, I won’t be responsible for my actions at this point in time, with this level of whiskey-ness in my system.”

“Whiskey-ness,” Dean chuckled, indeed taking another long step and closing the gap between the two of you. He leaned against one hand on the wall behind you and caressed your jaw with the thumb of his other hand. “So, these actions you won’t be responsible for — you gonna blame them on the ‘whiskey-ness’ in the morning?”

“Maybe,” you whispered, pushing yourself up to place a soft kiss against his lips, “maybe not. One way to find out. You game?”

Dean pretended to think it over for a few seconds before taking your face in both of his hands and kissing you with an eagerness you had missed in your most recent lovers … which, honestly, hadn’t been all that recent.

Outside the bunker, tornado sirens wailed over the plains. You tensed up, breaking the kiss and huddling into Dean’s chest.

“It’s really bad out there,” you commented, eyes wide.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Dean said, sliding his hands over your ass before tugging you up so your legs were wrapped around him and he could carry you to his bed. “I’ve got you.”

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 4 years ago

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Infection & Affection

Summary: Dean and Reader hole up in an abandoned house as a storm starts raging. The Readers stab wound soon becomes infected which leads to Reader and Dean admitting their feelings for each other.

TW/CW: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader. Reader gets stabbed and the wound gets infected.

Requested?: Yes, a lovely Anon said, “Heey love, I was wondering if I can please request a dean x reader angsty one shot where they both gets stuck in the middle of nowhere because of a storm or something and the reader is already injured because of the hunt then her stab wound gets badly infected and she is running an extremely high fever. Dean is doing everything he can to keep her alive and he's panicking and scared of losing her without telling her how he feels. Can it pleaaase have a fluffy ending??”

Word Count: 1,010

A/N: Y’all seem to like the Reader in peril imagines lol. I don’t blame you tho XD. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this. Requests are open and as always love to all!! P.S. this title is kind of stupid but it was the only thing I could think of lol.

Your POV

A flash of lightning illuminates the area as Dean and I stumble onto the porch of an old, abandoned house and out of the rain. He kicks the door open and we make our way inside. The house is mostly empty aside from a worn and weary couch, some old busted up kitchen appliances and counters, and a rickety, wooden table with two chairs. He helps me sit down on the couch before kneeling down on the floor beside me to dig through our backpacks in search of medical supplies. He finally finds some things that will work and motions for me to lift my shirt for him to tend to my stab wound.

Dean is silent as he works. I can see many emotions flashing across his face but it’s hard to actually keep up with them as my head spins from blood loss. It feels like it takes forever until he finally finishes off the wrap around my waist even though I know it was only a matter of minutes. He stands and limps across the small room to drop our backpacks onto the table and dig through again for water and food. He brings me a bottle and a protein bar before setting to work on setting up defenses like salt, a devil’s trap, and then placing himself at the window to keep watch.

“Dean,” I call out, causing him to rush over to check on me, “No, I’m fine but you need to wrap your leg.”

He waves me off and turns back to look out the window, “I’m fine. Get some rest. This storm doesn’t look like it’ll pass anytime soon.”

I sigh deeply but make myself as comfortable as possible on the couch to try to get some sleep. I can already feel my energy draining fast and I’ll need as much as possible once we can leave this house. My sleep is dreamless but sleep nonetheless. When I wake up sometime later, the storm is still raging outside as I tug off my jacket and flannel, leaving me in a black t-shirt. I chug down the rest of my water as Dean takes notice of me waking up and makes his way over to me. As soon as he places his hand on my arm, a serious look of concern crosses his features, “(Y/n), you’re burning up. Lay back down, I’m getting you some Tylenol.”

He rushes over to get the aforementioned medicine and another bottle of water from our backpacks before returning to my side, his facial expression now overcome with worry. He hands me the bottle and medicine so I sit up to take it before laying back down. I can’t stop the shivering that begins to shake through my body. Despite the sleep I had gotten, my body still feels extremely weak and achy. Dean pulls himself away from checking the signal on his cell phone, “Sit up for a second. I’m going to check your wound.”

“How long was I out for,” I ask as I sit up.

“About 45 minutes,” he answers as he sets to work unwrapping my bandage. When he peels away the layer closest to my skin, he grumbles under his breath, “Damn it.”

“What?” I inquire, even though I have an idea of what it is.

“It’s getting infected,” he responds as he cleans my wound once again and rewraps it. I lay back down once he finishes with it and begins pacing back and forth across the room. Running his hands through his hair over and over again, he starts mumbling to himself.

I can only stand the pacing for a few moments before I have to tell him, “Dean, please stop pacing.”

He returns to my side and drops down to the floor to sit with his back against the couch, dropping his head into his hands. I place my hand on his shoulder in efforts to help him calm down, “What’s going through your head?” He mumbles something and I chuckle, “Gonna have to speak up, Dean.”

“I’m scared that I’m about to lose you, okay?” he spits out as he gets up off the floor and begins pacing again. I struggle as I sit up to watch him.

“Dean, I’m a hunter for fuck’s sake. I’ll be damned if I'm gonna die to an infection,” I respond.

“That’s just it. I could lose you at any moment because we’re hunters and that’s how hunters go out, suddenly,” he replies rather loudly.

“Dean, everyone dies at some point. Not all of us are going to come back repeatedly like you and Sam either. You’re gonna have to come to terms with that one day,” I inform him quietly.

He sighs, “You don’t think I know that? I know that there’s an end of every road. I just,” he pauses and stares at me, “there’s something that I want to tell you before I lose you one day but I’m too fucking scared that you won’t feel the same way.”

I tilt my head getting the hint, “Why don’t you try me then?”

He turns back around to stare out the window for a few moments before responding, “I’m in love with you.”

I barely heard him but I know he said what I think he did. I get up carefully and cross the room to wrap my arms around his waist and hug him from behind, “What made you think I wouldn’t feel the same way?” It’s quiet for a few minutes before I continue, “because I do. The feeling is mutual.”

He drops his head against the wall and lets out a breath of relief, “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.”

Chuckling, I look out the window and notice that the sky is starting to clear up, “Looks like this storm is blowing on through.”

He looks up and out the window as well, “Good, maybe then I can get my girlfriend to the hospital.”

I smile, “Girlfriend... I like the sound of that.”

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the-arthionn · 4 years ago

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Soft [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

One-Shot

Warnings: Language.

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3096

Summary: Reader and Bucky get home after a long mission- they’re both really tired and they fall asleep on the couch together. Cuddling

Author’s Note: Please enjoy and let me know if there is a fic you’d like to read- I’m sure I’d be down to write it!

“Hey, (Y/N), you alright?” You tensed before you quickly looked over at Steve as the Quinjet began to land. It was a dumb question to ask, and you almost said as much before another wave of nausea spread over you as the jet experienced a small bout of turbulence, making you grab whatever was closest to you. Your knuckles were white as you held onto one of the straps to the seatbelts. It had been almost thirty-nine hours since you last slept, but even that wasn’t enough to bring you down- flying had never been something you enjoyed, and the sleep deprivation only seemed to spur on your jumpiness- though this time it was paired with nausea which certainly didn’t help the situation… you weren’t going to tell Steve that though- especially not after he had offered to sedate you for the ride. “Yeah, I’m fine, Rogers,” Steve nodded, patting your shoulder, and gave you an encouraging smile before sitting down across from you. The blond looked to his left at Bucky who was also still awake. The former Winter Soldier had gotten out of the shower after you had, of course, had been while the jet was still on the ground. Bucky’s long hair was still quite damp and now Bucky was combing through it with his fingers- this seemed to be his newest pass time and distraction from his own exhaustion- why he wasn’t sleeping you couldn’t guess. This new pass time though was certainly much preferable to the last one, which was snapping and unsnapping the buttons on his jacket or playing with the metal-tipped tassels on his boots. Though there was one thing that provided you a little distraction from your distress- even in his exhausted state, Bucky was a vision. You had to force your eyes to keep them off of him, staring at the grated floor instead of watching his muscles move under his long sleeve shirt as he took off his coat or ran his fingers through his hair. Fuck, even his hair was nice- certainly much nicer now after his shower, no longer matted with mud and blood from the mission.

“Alright,” Steve said, interrupting your internal monologue. “We land in five but… well don’t get too excited because we have a debriefing for the mission tonight as well.” He must have caught both your and Bucky’s clearly displeased expressions because he was already apologizing before either of you could say anything. “Look I’m sorry you two, there isn’t much I can do about it. I’ll stall Fury for a few minutes so you can grab a cup of coffee- change into something a little more comfortable or something but that's probably the best I can do- Fury said tonight… something about the microchip Bucky grabbed and the information you recorded, (Y/N), having vital importance in another time-sensitive mission.” Steve sounded just as annoyed as you felt so you nodded a little bit, taking a piece of gum from out of the backpack to your left and popping it in your mouth. Bucky didn’t say anything in response, and the rest of the ride was silent, even when you hit a little turbulence in the landing, which sent you into a slight panic, the quinjet was almost silent save for F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice over the coms and the engines. Funnily enough, it was that very silence that was beginning to lull you into a much-needed sleep, but you felt the aircraft touch down, jolting you back awake. You were the first to unbuckle and gather your things- heading off the aircraft as soon as the door was open. You were happy, at least, to have your feet back on the ground. Either way, you practically stumbled your way onto the elevator that would take you to the floor you shared with Steve, Bucky, and Sam. ‘I’m gonna sleep for twenty hours, that is a goddamn promise,’ You thought to yourself as you opened the door to your room, you stopped long enough to spit out your gum in the little bin beside your door. However, you hadn’t even bothered to take off your dirt-covered combat boots before you flopped onto your bed. Had it always been this comfortable? You took a deep breath, still face down, slowly losing your grip on the importance of attending the briefing. “Miss (L/N)?” Fuck. “What, F.R.I.D.A.Y?” “Captain Rogers wants to hold an immediate debriefing in the conference room upstairs.” “Right… he did mention that. Thanks.” You rolled over and took another deep breath before you sat up, your muscles aching as you did so. You unzipped your boots and let them fall onto the floor at the foot of your bed with a very heavy ‘thunk.’ You then pulled your tactical pants off along with your short sleeve top embedded with nanotech thanks to Tony. You pulled on a pair of Stark Enterprise sweatpants and a black T-shirt before heading out of your room with no shoes and only fluffy Christmas socks you had gotten from Clint the year previous. This sucked. Your eyes felt like they were going to close on their own, and they probably would have if you weren’t woken up a little by the smell of coffee. You looked over and found none other than Bucky Barnes holding two mugs of coffee. He stretched one out to you and you accepted it with a thankful smile. “Figured we might need something to keep us awake. The others were lucky enough to sleep while we were on our stakeouts. I put a few extra shots of espresso in them… we should outlast the meeting” You nodded and gave him a little laugh. “If we’re lucky,” you said, he returned your smile before taking a sip from his own coffee. Strangely enough, with all the excitement from the last few hours of the mission, and the experience of flying back home, you had almost forgotten about spending damn near twenty-two hours alone in a freezing, wet drainage pipe, listening in to conversations from phones, walkie-talkies, and spying on a few of the entrances after haking into the cameras. It was an important assignment, you knew you could do well, and everyone else did too. They knew you would do whatever was necessary which was why you sometimes got stuck with long shifts by yourself, and sometimes that meant spending hours on end cold and alone. You didn’t mind too much, for most of the night you were kept warm by the clothes Tony had designed for the team, but they hadn’t done well this time, not after the experimental tech had gotten totally drenched from the winter rain. Still, you made sure Steve and Tony understood you didn’t need anyone else, after all, it only took up extra time, taking valuable hands away from projects that are better worth their time. Still, if you were alone you could tune in to what you were doing, make sure you had all the information, and because you didn’t have to worry about catching someone up, you didn’t have to worry about missing anything important. You would be able to give the information quickly, clearly, and in order of importance, something that made these long debriefing meetings just that much shorter, and that was well worth it to you. You took a sip from your mug now, humming a little as the hot coffee met your tongue. You stepped on the elevator with Bucky, now being able to take in his change of clothes just for a second as he took in yours. He had grabbed a pair of black pajama pants and a white T with his name printed on the left side of the chest where a pocket would be; it had been the shirt Tony had made for him when Bucky and he had been teamed up for the Mario Kart tournament Sam and you had set up that summer. You knew well enough that the words Iron Soldier were written across his back- a testament to Tony’s forgiveness, and Bucky’s as well. After everything that happened, you had mused, the two of them got along far better than anyone had expected after they were able to work out the past and their few disagreements. “So,” you cleared your throat a bit, “everything go according to plan on your part?” You looked from Bucky back to the doors of the elevator, taking another sip. “I would say it was almost a perfect mission, I might have messed up on a few bit but they should be minor, so nothing crazy- not gonna be a huge deal in the long run,” Bucky said, stifling a yawn at the end of his sentence. “What about you, (Y/N), everything went alright?” You shrugged. “Went just about as well as anyone could expect- hopefully that means it’ll be a short meeting then.” Bucky chuckled. “I sincerely doubt it.” “Well, I can be optimistic now, can’t I, Barnes?” He held up a hand as if submitting to your words. The elevator dinged and the two of you headed to the conference room, taking your usual seats as Steve started his portion of the meeting. The supersoldier seemed to ramble, you would have cut a few minutes of his presentation out, but there wasn’t much you could really do about that. Your presentation was quite short, after all, all you needed to do was let them know you had what you needed, explore a few of the more complex details, and link them all the spliced evidence you had put together while the Hydra agents were less talkative. You were sure now, that the coffee had helped, because you did even yawn once while presenting, and were awake, or mostly awake for the rest of the presentation. Your mug was empty before Fury began to wrap up. All in all, it was about thirty to forty-five minutes long, much shorter than you had expected which was a welcome surprise to be sure. The team headed up to the elevators, and as people headed off to their floors and their rooms, both you and Bucky headed to the living room on one of the higher floors. “I’m glad you grabbed us those coffees, Buck, otherways I’m pretty sure I’d be passed out under the conference room table… and I really don’t need Fury to reprimand me for that again- and I really don’t wanna hear Steve talk to me about it either.” He laughed in response and settled down on the couch with you as you opened up Netflix and flipped through a few shows. Bucky seated himself on the opposite side of the couch as you, leaving a cushion of space between you, which was perfect for you to fold your legs and use the armrest as a pillow. You had thrown on Parks and Rec to fill the silence as you and Bucky winded down. “This alright?” You asked, motioning to the TV screen, but Bucky wasn’t looking at it, his eyes were looking down at you in your folded-up position, but after the day you had it wasn’t long until you were stretching them out over his lap, startling yourself, as you moved to fold them again. Bucky’s hand caught your ankle. “Sorry, Buck, I didn’t mean to-” “Nah, Doll, you’re alright, I don’t mind.” You offered him a grateful smile as you rested your legs over his and leaned back against the cushion again. It was Bucky’s warm hand resting on your ankle still that damn near gave you goosebumps but this feeling faded just as soon as it came- it just felt right. You watched Bucky rest his head against the back of the couch and it wasn’t long before his breathing became long and languid, and you settled back in too, letting sleep come over you- it was sudden, and heavy, just what you needed.

You were woken about a few hours later, the sun was still down, and below you now you knew New York City was still awake and alive. The rest of the tower was silent, there was just Bucky’s soft breathing, and on the TV was the Netflix screen asking if you were still watching. You pressed ‘No’ and lifted your legs off of Bucky’s lap. You got to your feet and stumbled a little. Bucky roused a little and lifted his legs onto the couch, slouching to a more comfortable position, you were walking past when his hand reached up and grabbed yours. He didn’t say a word, just gently tugged your back down to him, and you slipped back onto the couch with him. His arm found its place over your waist, his other hand brushing your hair softly. “This ok?” he asked groggily, his voice deeper from sleep. “Mhm,” you hummed, closing your eyes again, easing into sleep once more, Bucky's soft and slow breath fanning across the exposed skin on your neck. This sleep was even better than the last.

The sunlight to the living room had been blocked out by some dark curtains drawn up by F.R.I.D.A.Y. per Steve’s request when he had risen earlier in the morning to grab breakfast. He had found both Bucky and (Y/N) on the couch. He hadn’t had the heart to wake them, and the rest of the team had seemed to taken a page from his book and followed suit, crossing through the living room on quiet feet with not so much as a whisper. Tony, however, hadn’t heard of it yet. You and he had made plans just a few days earlier to go on a run through Central Park, neither of you expecting the mission to take as long as it did, or for you to be as tired as you were. It was almost noon now and he hadn’t seen you yet, and it was time to start looking. He went down to the main floor and found it almost completely dark, he found Steve passing through the living room with both a book and an apple in hand. Tony opened his mouth to speak but the supersoldier held up a finger and motioned for Tony to follow him through the dining room and into the kitchen. “Why is the floor dark, why do we have to whisper?” Tony asked. Steve motioned to the living room that was just beyond the kitchen. “Oh here we don’t,” Steve said, flicking on the light, “it's just they fell asleep on the couch… after everything I figured they’d need all the sleep they could get." He took a crisp bite from his apple. “Who?” “(Y/N) and Bucky,” Steve said, motioning to the door. Tony’s mouth almost dropped, he nearly didn’t believe it, Steve guessed as much as Tony exited the kitchen quickly and thundered his way into the living room, finding Barnes curled around (Y/N), the both of them fast asleep. “They’re too cute,” Tony said, as Steve followed him, his voice a little louder than expected, waking Bucky- he had always been the lighter sleeper. “Nice going” Steve muttered, The first thing Bucky noted was how good his room seemed to smell, god it never smelled this good… what was it? He was hearing the muted sound of whispering voiced and retreating footsteps. He tried to settle further into bed before realizing he wasn’t actually in bed… and he wasn’t alone. Oh, that’s right, (Y/N). She too was beginning to wake thanks to Bucky’s movement. You were roused from your sleep by a bit of movement behind you, this startled you, causing you to put upright, Bucky’s arm falling from your waist, his hand, which had been almost tangled in your hair, being pulled free. Ouch. “Sorry,” Bucky stammered, sitting up as well, you looked back at his panicked face and let out a long breath. “No, no, bucky don’t even worry about it… I just… forgot where I was. You’re- you’re ok.” You felt your face flush. “Oh,” Bucky said, the silence was deafening- then you heard Tony and Steve talking in hushed tones. You could guess what had led to your waking up. “You’re um… you’re a really good cuddle buddy,” You said to Bucky, glad the darkened room would hide your blushed cheeks. You said, he smiled timidly, gratefully. “You too,” He said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, suddenly making you self conscience. You started brushing your hair down. “Sorry, I hope I didn’t suffocate you with my-” “Np um, don’t be, your hair is um, your hair is really soft.” You let yourself laugh a little. “Um, what time is it?” You asked, yawning. “Noon.” You turned and saw Tony in the doorway, the lights slowly came up and you recognized his running gear almost immediately. “Oh, shit, Tony, I’m sorry, I totally forgot,” He swatted at the air at your apologies. “No, it is ok, (Y/N), I get it, you’d rather cuddle up to Old Man Winter here instead of going on a run with me, I get it.” He laughed at himself as he headed to the elevator, Steve on his heels. “I can go get ready, just-” “Don’t even think about it, (Y/N),” Tony said, “Steve said he’d join me… not that I’m sure I really want him to after what Sam told me he is like but… rest up... you too Barnes.” The elevator door shut leaving just you and Bucky again. “We should probably go to our rooms then,” Bucky said, clearing his throat a little. “Or,” You said softly, Bucky turned his gaze from the now-closed elevator to your face, now that the room was light up there was no hiding the blush. “Or?” “I mean, we can keep cuddling- only if you’re ok with it though,” you added that last bit quickly. Bucky smiled softly and took a deep breath. “F.R.I.D.A.Y?” “Yes, Mister Barnes?” “Mind turning off the lights?” The lights dimmed at his words and he laid back down, opening his arms up to you. You let yourself back into his embrace almost immediately, a hand gently brushing some of his hair out of your face now- a fair trade you supposed. “Hey Buck,” You whispered, becoming sleepy once more, “your hair is really soft too.” His chuckle was deep and soft and he held you a little tighter.

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes Fluff #Cannon non comliant #Very much a 2016 Avengers fan fic #Thor would probably want a pop tart if asked #Clint is hiding in the vents #that sort of thing

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amane-by-together · 4 years ago

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Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 4/5

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama and a bit of fantasy

summary: in which the yugi twins, kou minamoto and sousuke mitsuba went to find [name]

"The night without a single starlight, the path we walked on is lonely and regretful"

It was around 7:15 am when Amane woke up from his bed. He scratched his messy hair while looking at Tsukasa hugging his pillow with a tiny drool on the side of his lips. The older twin hopped off the bed as he made his way to his sleeping brother. “Oi Tsukasa, wake up we have to leave early!”

“Five more minutes” Tsukasa groaned against the pillow he was hugging. Amane's eyes twitched in annoyance. Yesterday, Tsukasa was the one pestering his older brother about being excited on the upcoming trip.

Amane lets out an exaggerated sigh, he smacked the back of his brother's head. “Ow! What the—” Tsukasa opened his eyes and rubbed the back of his head pouting. “I'm up!”

“Good.” Amane walks away from their room and went straight to the bathroom. Tsukasa rubbed the back of his head to soothe the pain. He stood up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

The shower room was a bit steamy since Amane activated the heater to produce hot water. He sighed, water droplets begin to trickle down from his hair to his skin. Amane placed his hands against the wall in front of him, his hair looked damped as it continues to drip droplets of water like rain.

Amane stepped out of the shower whilst wrapping a towel around his torso. He grabbed another towel to dry his hair and draped it around his neck for a little while.

After drying himself, Amane puts on his undergarments, then his oversized black shirt tuckdd in to his black cargo pants. He grabbed a belt and buckled it to his pants. Finally, he grabbed his white hoodie with a silhouette of a rocket ship as a design and puts it inside his bag.

“Tsukasa, are you done?” Amane asked, grabbing his black backpack nearby and putting on one of its straps.

Tsukasa came out, he's wearing a grey shirt with striped sleeves that has a smiley face on it. He's wearing black shorts, he doesn't like anything that covers his legs. “Yeah, I'm done!”

“Mitsuba and the Minamoto kid must be waiting for us.” Amane beckoned him to go downstairs to the doorway to change their shoes. “If we don't go early, we wouldn't be able to find her. [name] said to meet her in 5:53 pm so let's go!”

“We need some food too, Amane!” Tsukasa went to the kitchen and grabbed two packs of Lays. He stuffed it inside Amane's backpack. “Okay, that's all!”

‘I was gonna say that we're gonna eat in a fast food restaurant but that works I guess.’ Amane puts on his black chonky-soled boots. “Let's go.” he stood up as the twins went out of their house, starting their quest to find [name].

“We just have to ride two trains towards Sanaol Academy.” Mitsuba mentions. “We don't have to waste four hours of getting there.”

Kou looked over to Amane and sweatdropped. “Senpai, why are you dressing so casually? I thought we're supposed to find [name]?” he said.

“He's going to flex his fashion sense for [name].” Mitsuba smugs at Amane earning a smack from the latter, the pink haired boy is known for being a cocky bastard and a tease especially to his close friends.

“Let's go to the train station.” Amane tells the three boys who were glancing all over the place. They nodded as they followed Amane towards the nearest station to take the train towards Yokohama to [name]'s school.

The train ride took longer than they thought it would be. Tsukasa was sitting on one of the seats while texting with someone on the phone. Mitsuba and Kou were sleeping next to each other during the ride. As for Amane, he remained standing, clinging on one of the handles next to Tsukasa's seat.

Amane was listening through his headphones while scrolling through his phone. The train stopped for the people who are going to leave and the people who are going inside.

Amane has his eyes on his phone that he didn't even realize that the train was crowding with people. A certain girl wearing a fluffy jacket with a crop top underneath and a pair of cargo pants passed by the standing boy.

Then, he heard a sound that made his eyes widen. Amane looked over to the person who just passed by but they were already gone. “Amane?” Tsukasa called. “What are you looking at?”

Amane shook his head. “That was nothing.” he replied flatly.

What he did not know is that it was [name] who passed by.

Amane fell asleep while hanging on to one of the handles in the train. The train halted to its next stop making his eyes flutter open. He pulled out his phone from his pocket. “It's noon already.” he mentions.

“Wake them up.” Amane covered his mouth to yawn as he beckons Tsukasa to wake Mitsuba and Kou since they arrived to Yokohama.

The four of them stepped out of the train. Amane looked around for the person who passed by him that triggered a sound. He furrowed his eyes in confusion and shook his head. “You three want something to eat?”

“I mean, we’re hungry anyways of course we want to.” Mitsuba cocked an eyebrow at Amane as if the answer is obvious that they were hungry because of the train ride. Amane looked over to his phone, then pointed at the distance.

“There’s a fast food restaurant that we can go to.” He pointed out.

“Then what the hell were we waiting for? New Year? Let’s go!” Mitsuba waves his hands towards Kou and Tsukasa who were admiring the tall buildings and the roaming transportations. The four boys started to walk their way to a nearby restaurant.

After ordering their food from the counter, the four of them took some seats by the window. “Now that we’re here, when do we start looking?” Kou unwrapped the wrapper that was around the burger, then took a bite from it. “You said we’ll start by going to Sanaol Academy”

“After we eat I guess.” Amane sipped on the cherry soda he was drinking, looking at the window deep in thought. He was kind of nervous of meeting [name] like he wanted to make a good impression of her. “Hmm, what should I say when we meet?”

“Give her a pick up line!” Mitsuba suggested with a cocky grin but it turned into a look of disgust after that. “But not the corny ones of course. Ew.”

“Yeah, Amane!” Tsukasa added, agreeing with Mitsuba's idea. Truth to be told, Amane is a pretty charming guy and everything about him is godly so they're sure that he can initiate a pick up line. “Tell us your best pick up line!”

Amane slowly raised his hand and awkwardly smiled. “Hi...?”

Mitsuba sat there judging Amane with a look of disgust and cringe. Tsukasa's eyes twitched and he looked like he was gonna rant out on how he should make a pick up line. “Amane, you're never gonna have a girlfriend if you stick with that.”

And so when they got out of the restaurant, Mitsuba and Tsukasa gave Amane a lecture about flirting with girls. You can't blame him though, he doesn't have any experience with girls so he has poor knowledge about it. “Maybe you two shouldn't pressure Senpai like that.” Kou worriedly looks at Amane. “Just say hi and smile at her, talk about your backgrounds and stuffs.”

Amane smiled and ruffled his junior's blonde hair. “Thanks, kid.”

“Oi!” Mitsuba whirled around to the two. “We're here in Sanaol Academy.” he pointed out to the gate of the school.

Amane's heart quickened in nervousness, could it be that he was finally meeting [name] behind those letters?

The choppy haired boy saw a girl going out from the school, he decided to go and ask her of she knew [name]. “Ah, excuse me.” Amane called the girl.

“Yo!” she greeted back with a quirkful grin. “Whaddya need?”

“Do you know someone named [name] [surname]?” Amane asked while twiddling his fingers.

“[name]-san?” the girl rubbed her chin to think and then her eyes lit up when she knew. “Oh yes! She's from my dance class!”

“[name]-san is a dancer?” Amane tilted his head.

“Yeah, she takes dancing lessons after school.” She grabbed a lollipop and plopped it inside her mouth. “But she left an hour ago after the practice.”

“Oh.” Amane felt like he was relying on false hope.

“Are you perhaps her boyfriend?”

Mitsuba let out a plfft sound, Tsukasa tried his best not to utter an 'oop' and Kou stood there wondering what the hell is going on. Amane's face turned red till the tips of his ears. “N-No! I-I'm just her friend, that's all—”

“Drop the cap, Amane.” Tsukasa cocked his head and raised his enclosed fist. “We been knew you have a thing for her—”

“Tsukasa I swear—”

“But I think I know wheres she's heading.” The girl interrupted the two twin boys from talking. “[name]-san is always heading towards that abandoned ferris wheel that she's talking about.”

‘The ferris wheel that I keep seeing in my dream and the postcard!’

“Do you know where this ferris wheel is?” Amane handed her the postcard which contains the picture of the ferris wheel.

“It wasn't that far but it wasn't that near either, I'll let you borrow my bike for that matter. Oh and my name is Yiren.”

Yiren told Amane which way he should go to the ferris wheel. The choppy haired boy nodded at every word she says. “...And then you'll see the ferris wheel.”

“That's a long way to go...” Kou commented.

Amane gets on the bike and looked at the three. He gripped on to the handle and then sets his foot down for a moment. “Tsukasa, I'll go find [name]-san, you guys should go ahead.”

“Yiren-san, thank you.” And so Amane started to pedal towards his destination to find [name].

“So that guy was [name]-san's pen pal.” Yiren smiled, crossing her arms. She looked over to the three and grinned. “Wanna go to the arcade?”

“This is a pretty bumpy ride.” Amane kept his balance steady since he's going down to a steep hill. The sky suddenly turned into a mixture of pink, purple and orange, giving it a sunset vibe. The way the wind blows against his hair as it lifted his bangs up.

Amane tried hoisting his head up to get a better look until he saw something lose his balance.

The ferris wheel.

Amane wobbled as if he was going to fall at any moment but ended up falling off the bike. He rolled down to the grassy hill, writhing in pain at the impact. Then, it stopped.

“Ahck!” Amane hissed at the pain. There was a bruise on his arm because of the fall. He couldn't get up and felt tears pricking from his eyes.

Why was he chasing someone so far? Why was he desperate to find [name]? He was almost there, almost to the ferris wheel, almost there to meeting her.

But Amane wouldn't give up that easily.

He wouldn't give up because he loves [name], and he'd come so far for looking for her.

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mamabearcatfanfics · 4 years ago

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Instinct - Part Two

You can read Part One here - I’ll post the whole thing on AO3 and FF.net when it’s complete. Still another part to come...

She awoke with a start, her breathing heavy and laboured. A nightmare of cruel eyes and a voice in the darkness that mocked as she was being burned alive still lingered, but when she opened her eyes she was alone, and the laughter was gone. There was still a crackling snap of flames, but it was accompanied by rolling thunder and the sound of trickling water nearby.

She blinked in the firelight, the dancing shadows making her vision spin even though her body was still, her cheek resting on something soft. Water spilled down the dark rock wall in tiny rivulets, its downward course highlighted by the crackling fire. There was a yellow backpack nearby, and something was still restricting her movements, just like in her nightmare.

She fought one arm free from the soft fabric of the sleeping bag, swiping clumsily at her sweaty face. She had too much hair, it felt heavy on her neck, damp with perspiration. Why was she in a cave? She tried to remember, but any coherent thoughts besides heat and thirst refused to come, like she was dragging to them to the surface through endless treacle, and she abandoned the struggle as too much effort. Looking out into the dark night, there was nothing to see but rain. A lightning flash illuminated the surrounding forest, the glistening leaves bending under the weight of heavy rain drops. Her throat burned with thirst.

Pulling her other arm free with an effort, she sat up, trying to ignore the worsening dizziness and thumping headache that accompanied her change of position. The sleeping bag felt restrictive and hot and vague memories of being trapped in her dreams seized her, making her panic. She had to get out. She struggled out of the sleeping bag, hands pushing clumsily at the shiny polyester, each movement costing precious energy, but felt relief once her legs were free. So tired.

Her hair was still sticking to her face, and she felt clammy and sweaty, so she shrugged off the weight of the thick red jacket wrapped snugly around her, her fingers fumbling with the knotted belt. Too hot. Too heavy. Even her shirt felt like too much. She tugged at the light cotton fabric, trying to pull it away from her body. And she was so thirsty. There was a water bottle near by, but when finally managed to twist it open and tip it towards her mouth only a few meager drops spilled out onto her tongue. She looked longingly at the rain outside the cave, wondering if it was cooler out there.

Staggering to her feet, she took a tottering step forwards, then lurched towards the cave wall to stop herself falling face first into the flames. Flinging her hands out to stop her fall, she landed against a large boulder, her knees scraping against the sharp edge. The horizon tilted, and she rested her forehead against the cool dark stone for a moment, heart beating fast after the shock of her almost fall. A sudden urge to cough overtook her body, and she lay against the boulder, her shoulders shaking with the effort, the dragging ache between her shoulder blades almost unbearable.

Turning her head when the coughing fit finally eased, she watched the rain falling, listening to the calming noise as she took deep rasping breaths. The world was going topsyturvy, the cave entrance seemed to be moving away from her, but she was determined. Staggering upwards, she leaned her shoulder against the cave wall, using it like a crutch to stop her downward descent. So hot and thirsty. The rain would make it better.

Finally she made it through the opening, her bare feet slipping on the damp moss covered rocks. Taking a few tottering steps out into the storm, she stood shakily, an inner voice warning her not to move too far away from the light of the fire, and raised her face up into the rain falling from the sky. Cooling water soaked into her clothes and her hair, and she opened her mouth to catch the raindrops, drinking them in eagerly. Shaking legs refused to carry her weight any longer, so she sat down with a sudden thump, uncaring of the sharp sticks and rocks underneath her bare legs. She closed her eyes and turned her face up to the rain again. It felt so much better out here than in that hot sticky cave.

She was so focused on the sensation of the rain running down her heated cheeks, she didn’t even hear the low growling noise as it approached, not until the growl suddenly turned into words.

“What the fuck do ya think ya doin’ Kagome?!”

Inuyasha stared down at the girl, who he’d left sleeping, safe and dry in a cave he’d found to protect her from the storm while he went out to hunt for something for her to eat. Now she was sitting in a mud puddle, her hair and clothing soaked, the faint scent of her blood being washed away by torrential rain. Kagome opened her eyes, which rounded in surprise as if she hadn’t heard his approach at all.

Inuyasha tossed the dead rabbit into the mouth of the cave to be dealt with later, then picked Kagome up, carrying her limp unresisting form carefully down the slippery rock surface. He plonked her down at a safe distance away from the heat of the fire, then moved back towards the front of the cave so that he could pull off his own soaked undershirt and shake himself mostly dry. His hakama, made of the same fire rat fur as his suikan, would dry quickly on their own, the water beading on the tanned surface and dripping off onto the cave floor. He turned to survey his wench again, a grumbling growl slipping past his teeth. What on earth did she think she’d been doing?

She was sitting exactly where he’d left her, her head nodding like she was almost asleep where she sat. The once untamed waves of her dark hair were lank, water dripping down from her head to continue saturating her thin cotton shirt, which was already sticking to her pale skin. The usually leaf green skirt was dark and heavy with mud and rain water, and there were bloody scrapes on her legs where she’d grazed them on rocks and twigs.

Dammit. He took deep breaths, trying to calm the sudden surge of fear that had risen up to choke him when he’d returned to see her sitting in the rain with the scent of her blood in the air. He shouldn’t have left her, even for the short amount of time it had taken him to catch the rabbit to roast over the fire.

Keeping one eye on Kagome, in case she had any more crazy ideas about going back out into the rain, he rummaged through her backpack to find the towel she used to dry herself when she bathed. Finding both it and her hairbrush, he dropped the cloth over her head unceremoniously, ignoring the unhappy noise she made.

“Yeah, well, shoulda thought a that before you decided to go sit in a puddle while you’re sick”, he muttered, rubbing the towel over her head, squeezing to try and get most of the moisture out of her thick hair. She was worrying him, even more than she usually did. On a normal day if he did something like this she would be fighting back, threatening him with sit commands galore, but she was just slumped there in the same position that he’d placed her, her eyes looking slightly unfocused. He pulled the towel off her head and examined her glazed expression anxiously. “Why on earth were you sitting in the rain wench?!”

“Hot”, she managed to croak out. “Too hot.” Then she coughed, the fit seeming to last forever before she could take a wheezing breath inwards.

Inuyasha’s hand moved from where it had been rubbing her back then moved to her forehead.

“Tch. You’re burnin’ up.” He brought over the medical kit and placed it in front of her. “What medicine were you takin’ for the fever Kagome? You need to take some more.” Kagome blinked at him blearily, as if she didn’t understand the question. He opened the pack to find the little packages of pills. There were two, both of them opened. “Kagome which one?”

Kagome coughed again, the attack wracking her small frame. He supported her as she coughed, then cupped her face in his hands. “Listen Kagome, this is important. What medicine were you taking?” Kagome’s head pulled backwards, trying to escape his grip.

“No, don’t”, she moaned. “Too hot.” A thin sheen of sweat coated her face now that he’d dried away the rainwater, and she tugged listlessly at her shirt, as if looking for a way to pull it off her body.

Sighing in frustration at the situation, Inuyasha picked up both boxes. They were still at least another days journey away from the village, as he’d had to stop and find shelter when the storm began, even though he’d planned to keep going until late into the night. He needed to get her back to Kaede’s – she would have the right herbs to help with her fever, but until then he would have to do the best he could.

He glared at the little boxes, as if staring at them would make them submit to him and give up their information. He only recognised some of the kanji on the shiny paper boxes, the rest were totally illegible to him. Cautiously, he held each paper box under his nose and sniffed - one smelt extremely bitter, with a slight trace of vinegar, and the other smelt vaguely plant like. But on the bitter one, the overlaying scent of Kagome was a little stronger, meaning she had handled it more recently. He opened up the package, noting that there were only four of the little white pills left. Damn.

He racked his brain, trying to remember if Kagome took one or two of the pills. He was pretty sure it was two. But was he sure enough?

Kagome tried to lurch to her feet again, and he dropped the box to catch her gently by the shoulders.

“Oi, where do ya think you’re goin?”

“I’m thirsty”, she whispered. He leaned over to her backpack to grab her water bottle, keeping one hand on her in case she decided to get up again, and then realised it was empty. He took the water bottle and held it out under a rivulet of water running down the cave wall close by – the rock was sandstone, so the water should be filtered and clean.

“Kagome, here’s some water. But I need you to swallow these as well. They’re medicine.”

She raised an arm as if to make an eager grab for the water bottle, but then dropped it listlessly. “So tired.”

“You can sleep again as soon as you’ve taken your medicine. Open up Kagome.” He popped one of the little pills out of the shiny package as he’d seen Kagome do, and pushed it into her open mouth, then tipped the water bottle until she swallowed. “That’s it. Good girl. Just need to take one more.” When she’d swallowed another tablet and the last of the water, he stroked her damp hair, trying to get most of it away from her face.

“Kagome, ya can’t go wandering off when I’m not here, okay? You’re too sick. Somethin’ bad coulda happened when I wasn’t here to protect you. ”

“Huh?” She blinked slowly.

He sighed. “What am I gonna do with you wench? C’mon, I’m gonna put you back in bed while I cook us somethin’ to eat.”

He picked Kagome up, and carried her back over to her sleeping bag. Her clothes were still dripping wet. Damn, he’d have to take them off her. Shit.

“Kagome. We need to get you out of these wet things alright? I know you’re not feelin’ well, so I’m gonna have to help. I’ll do my best not to look at… well, you know…” He went back over to grab the damp towel, trying to work out the best way to do this while preserving Kagome’s modesty, then grabbed a soft shirt from her backpack, one he’d seen her wear for sleeping. “Alright Kagome, arms up.” She blinked at him, then coughed, doubling over while he tapped on her back.

“Fuck it, let’s just do this fast.” He tugged the shirt up off over her head, keeping his eyes averted and then shuffled around behind her. This was not what he’d invisaged the few times he’d longingly daydreamed about taking off her underclothes, but there was no room in his brain for lustful thoughts right now. He was too worried. Her skin was pale and clammy, hot to touch. The fever seemed to have escalated quickly, and she didn’t seem to be too aware of what was going on around her. It took a few fumbles before he could get the fasteners undone on the underclothes that covered her top half, but he managed, only bending the little metal clasps slightly. He pushed the t-shirt over her head, trying to be gentle, then managed to feed her unresponsive arms through the holes. Now for the bottom half.

Taking a deep breath, he unzipped the back fastening on her skirt, and was relieved to discover that the skimpy underclothes that covered her lower half weren’t as wet. He decided they could stay on. Lifting her up, he let the damp skirt fall to the cave floor, then dried her legs with the damp towel, scowling at the scrapes and scratches marring the pale flesh on the backs of her thighs and her knees. They weren’t too bad, and had already stopped bleeding. He would deal with them in the morning, before they set off to the village.

“C’mon Kagome, back into bed.”

“Nooo.” She pushed at him listlessly. “I’m hot.” She blinked up at him, her eyes focusing on his face for the first time. “Inuyasha?”

He sighed in relief that she’d finally shown some sort of recognition as to what was going on around her. Worrying about this small slip of a girl was going to be the end of him. Gently tucking a wayward lock of damp hair behind her ear, he smiled softly at her.

“Keh, yeah, it’s me. Who else would be looking after your clumsy ass Kagome? Look at you - I can’t leave you alone for ten mintues without you scraping yourself up.”

“I’m sorry”, she sighed, her head nodding forward, as if it were too heavy for her to keep it upright. She rested her forehead against his bare chest as he pulled the weight of her damp hair off her neck, twisting it up into a sloppy bun and securing it with a stretchy band he’d found wrapped around the handle of her hairbrush. It didn’t quite look the way it did when she did it herself, but it would do.

“N’yasha, I don’t feel… so good” she coughed.

He stroked her back. “You’ve got a pretty high fever, so I’m not surprised. You took some medicine, so now you need to lay down and get some sleep and let it work.” Her hands wrapped around his back and she shook her head, the damp hair on her forehead rubbing against his chest.

“Wanna stay with you.”

His own arms wrapped around her, his heart thumping at her request to stay close to him. Every time she said she needed him by her side made a longing rise up in his chest, one that he couldn’t explain in words. He’d almost forgotten his initial reasons for pushing her away. Maybe it would be okay to let her sit up for a while until the medicine took effect and her fever cooled.

He stroked his hand up and down her back soothingly, ears focusing on her rattling intakes of breath now that she was mostly dry. He didn’t think it was much worse, but it definitely wasn’t better. They needed to get back to the village.

“You wanna sit by the fire then? I need to put the rabbit I caught on to roast.” He looked up towards the mouth of the cave, just in time to see a small fox wrap his jaws delicately around one of the dead rabbit’s back legs and begin dragging it slowly backwards. “Hey asshole, that’s mine! Go get your own!” Grabbing a small rock, he threw it to land right near the fox, smirking in satisfaction when it backed off with a small yelp. “Damn foxes. Even with Shippou left behind I gotta deal with their sneaky shit.”

Gently unwrapping her arms from around his torso and making sure she was sitting safely upright, Inuyasha moved over to the mouth of the cave, using his claws to skin and gut the carcass quickly then threw the skin, head and entrails out into the darkness, figuring that would keep the fox satisfied and away from any other food in the cave. He pushed the meat onto a stick and set it above the flames to cook, then stretched out both his damp kosode and Kagome’s wet clothes on some dry rocks near the fire. Hopefully they would be dry by morning. He sat back down next to Kagome.

“You feelin’ any better?”

She managed a small smile for him, no where near her usual cheesy grin, but a smile, nonetheless. He’d take it.

“I don’t feel so feverish now. But I don’t know if I really want to eat anything.”

“Just try a small bite, you haven’t eaten anythin’ all day. It’s a shame we left the tea kettle behind with the others, or I’d make you some tea too.” She rested her head against his arm, and he reached out to grab his suikan, draping it around her shoulders again.

“Inuyasha? Why aren’t I wearing a skirt?”

“Because you went outside and sat in a puddle wench, when I was off catching dinner.”

She blinked at him blearily. “I did?”

“You don’t remember that?” He waited for her anger, her revulsion at his removal of her clothing without her consent when she was ill and vulnerable, but she merely shrugged, shaking her head, then slumped against him, yawning.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I can stay awake for the food.”

Inyasha touched his hand to the back of her neck. She was still warm to the touch, but her fever seemed to have receded a little. Sleep was probably what she needed more right now.

“Then go to sleep Kagome. I can always find you somethin’ else later.”

He reached out to snag her sleeping bag, then stretched his legs out, so she could lay down with her head in his lap, a sudden memory pulling at him of when she had done the same for him. She gazed up at him, a thoughtful look on her pale face.

“Why do you take such good care of me?”

“Can’t help it.”

“Am I that pathetic?”

He snorted. “No. I just… I feel good when I take care of you.” His eyes flicked away from her steady gaze, and she settled down with her head in his lap. After a few moments, he stopped trying to resist the urge to run his clawed fingers through her damp fringe, doing his best to ease out the tangles that he’d created when he’d dried her hair with the towel. Maybe he had been a little rough.

“Tha’s nice”, she murmured sleepily, and he felt that strange tugging sensation in his heart again. “G’night N’yasha.”

“Goodnight Kagome.” He eased them both back a little so he could lean against a convenient boulder, then looked down at the girl fast asleep in his lap, the darkness of her hair and her pale face such a contrast to the deep red of his hakama. So trusting. Had anyone else ever trusted him with their life the way that Kagome did? He didn’t think so. No one else saw him like Kagome did. She was special. A precious light in a world that all too often held darkness and pain.

His previous fears somewhat allayed now that her fever had settled and she was warm and dry, he couldn’t help the contented grumble that emanated from his chest. It was a sound that he didn’t make very often, it only came unbidden when he was calm and content around her. He wasn’t exactly sure what it meant, but that wasn’t important. It felt good to make it, in the same way that feeding her, protecting her, keeping he safe felt.

He was so focused on the precious girl in his lap, listening to her breaths and the way her heartbeat slowed and steadied as he continued the rumbling vibration through his chest, that he didn’t notice the fox creeping into the cave, not until it had successfully grabbed the stick and absconded with his half cooked dinner.

PART THREE

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pastelwitchling · 4 years ago

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Warning; mentions of child abuse.

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Michael had met Alex Manes when they were only twelve. Of course, he was sure Alex didn’t remember. But Michael did.

In fact, his memories of Alex were the only parts of his childhood, save for the moments spent with Max and Isobel, that twisted his heart in a good way.

Michael had just returned to Roswell with Reject Foster Parents Number Who-Gives-a-Crap, and had shown up to his first day of his new middle school in hand-me-downs from the last kid his foster parents had — ah — taken in. The others had not been kind about it.

As soon as Max and Isobel had gone to class, Michael had been cornered in front of a tree outside. Several larger kids, much too large to be in middle school, smiled thuggishly as they called him names and pelted him with bits of their discarded lunches.

Michael had fought as many off as he could, but the odds had been too big and he was shoved roughly against the tree, his breath knocked out of his lungs. He had clenched his fists and tried to control himself, terrified of unleashing his powers, but also desperately wanting to pummel these pricks into the ground.

Then, out of nowhere, a kid forced himself past the small circle the thugs had formed, and stood between Michael and them with a large branch in his hands.

“Leave him alone!” he screamed, batting away a moldy apple that had been making its way towards Michael’s head. “Go away, now! Don’t ever bother him again!”

The kid shouldn’t have been so threatening, but the anger in his voice and the intensity of his gaze made Michael glad he was on his side. The bullies glanced at one another nervously, and Michael heard one mutter to his friend, “You know who his dad is? Don’t piss him off.”

The crowd scattered as the kid took another swing, and he and Michael were left alone. He dropped the branch as if it burned him, then he began picking up candy wrappers and plastic bottles from the discarded food off the grass, paying Michael no mind.

“I didn’t need you to do that,” Michael said.

“‘Kay.”

“Those guys didn’t scare me.”

“Didn’t think they did.”

Michael hesitated, watching him carefully. “Then why’d you help me?”

“I hate bullies,” was all he said.

Everything about him screamed, Don’t come near me! It was a look Michael had come to know too often in himself. And yet this crazy kid had risked himself to help someone he didn’t even know.

“Hey,” Michael ventured. “Who’s your dad?”

He tensed. “Why does that matter?”

And Michael studied the way this kid held his left arm closely to his side, the way he kept glancing around as if expecting someone to come out and attack him, the way he scrunched his shoulders as if trying to hide his neck completely beneath his jacket collar.

“It doesn’t,” Michael muttered finally. This boy was a mirror image of himself. He had the same dark circles around his eyes, as if he’d spent the night watching his bedroom door instead of sleeping. The same hollowed cheeks, as if he would’ve preferred starving to having dinner in his own house.

This kid was abused, there was no doubt about it...

And still, he’d jumped in to save me without a second thought.

“Here,” he said, pulling out a tightly wrapped — now squished — peanut butter and jelly sandwich from his back-pocket.

Michael stood. “What is this?”

“They stepped on your lunch, right? Take it. I made it myself.”

Michael’s stomach grumbled, and he blushed, taking the sandwich quickly. He unwrapped it and took a bite, the bread so soft and the peanut butter so creamy that his eyes burned. He unwrapped the rest of it, shoveling it into his mouth and finishing it in a few bites.

His eyes fell on a name written in marker on the plastic, probably to keep siblings from taking it.

Alex.

“Alex,” Michael tried the name out on his tongue, and the tips of his ears heated. He cleared his throat. “So that’s your name? Alex? Alex what?”

But when Michael looked up, Alex was already making his way back towards the school building.

Perhaps you think that had been it. That for the following five years, Michael had only watched Alex from afar without ever speaking to him, but you’d be wrong.

There was one other time they had talked, just one. Rain had poured down heavily on the window next to which Michael sat in class. They’d been assigned two worksheets to quietly finish, but Michael had completed the entire text book by the first two days of school.

Michael had been balancing a pencil on his nose, waiting for the others to finish, when he spotted a familiar someone running around the building outside. He was holding his raincoat tightly around him, his head ducked against the wind.

Michael followed him until he couldn’t see him anymore. He immediately stood, raised his hand, and asked to go to the bathroom.

When he made it outside, he looked for Alex. He was immediately drenched. He thought maybe Alex had been beaten so badly that he couldn’t bear even be in class in case anyone saw. But when Michael found him behind the building, he was very surprised with the scene that met him.

There Alex was, curled on a dry bench, pulling a small kitten from his coat. The kitten was shivering, but Alex kept it tucked in against his dry shirt, petting it and murmuring to it soothingly. He pulled a water bottle from his backpack, but as he couldn’t let go of the kitten he struggled opening it.

And Michael had no idea why he stepped out, why he opened his mouth at all, but before he could stop himself, he found himself saying the words, “Here. Let me.”

Alex looked up, startled, his dark brown hair covering his eyes and dripping wet. Michael felt his cheeks turn red as he sat down beside him. He uncapped the bottle and poured some water into his palm, hovering it awkwardly before the kitten.

The kitten was black with patches of white. It stared at Michael’s hand as if it didn’t know what he quite was, clinging to Alex warily.

“Come closer,” Alex said quietly enough that his words were almost lost in the rain. “It’s okay.”

Michael did as he said. Alex’s hands were trembling from the cold, but he seemed more concerned with keeping the kitten as warm and comfortable as possible.

Soon, the kitten hesitantly reached out and had some water. When it seemed content that it was safe, it comfortably drank. Michael felt oddly proud.

“Thanks,” Alex sniffled, and Michael now realized his voice was heavy.

“You’ve got a cold,” he noted.

“I’m okay.” Alex sniffled again. “Don’t you have class?”

“Mmhm.”

“Won’t you get in trouble?”

Michael shrugged. “I’m okay.” He could’ve sworn he saw Alex’s lips twitch. He nudged at the kitten with his chin. “Where’d you find it?”

“She always comes here, looking for food,” Alex said. “I’d take her home, but my brother Flint is allergic.”

“She’s so tiny,” Michael said, and gently pet her head with his other hand while she drank.

Alex nodded. “I found her soaked and shivering under a bush.” He coughed. “I couldn’t just leave her.”

Michael searched his face. “You’re really nice.”

Alex blinked, surprised. Michael felt his face flash hot. Was it always this warm? And why did these heat waves only hit him around Alex?

“Uh — I only mean —” he cleared his throat. “People usually want something back. What... what do you want back?”

Alex frowned. “I don’t get it.”

Michael pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. Weird. Why’d he suddenly want to smile so much?

He shook his head. “Never mind.”

They sat in silence for a while, until the kitten had had its water and was curled up inside Alex’s coat.

“Hey,” Michael said tentatively. “What’s your name?”

“Alex Manes.”

“Manes?” Michael knew that name. It was pretty famous in Roswell. A family of military men, heroes.

Alex hummed in response. He seemed to be acknowledging Michael’s suspicions; he was a soldier, trained to live life one way and doing his best to make it his own.

“Um,” Alex mumbled. “What’s yours?”

“Michael Guerin,” he said before he could consider his answer. Michael Guerin was not his real name, but he didn’t know what his real name even was. He thought about telling Alex that it was just the name of the guy that had found them in the desert years ago, that he thought about changing it someday, that Alex really could’ve called him anything else. Then —

“Cool. I’ll call you Guerin.”

“C-Call me Guerin?”

Then it occurred to Michael; military family. Calling people by their last name might’ve been a habit Alex had picked up. Michael wondered what other traces Alex’s family left in him.

Alex shrugged a shoulder, still petting the kitten. “You look like a Guerin.”

Michael’s heart stuttered in his chest, but he owed that to the cold.

Well. He couldn’t change his name now. It’s what Alex was going to call him from now on.

“Then call me Guerin.”

Michael slumped back against the wall, watching Alex as he watched the kitten, the rain playing loudly in the background, letting Michael pretend for just a moment that this boy was not going to become his entire life.

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Typed this out on my phone. It’s now 2:10 am. So tired. Really, really badly want a kitten.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex one shot #malex fanfic #malex fic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex angst #malex fluff #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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danieldeservedbetter · 4 years ago

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Rhodonite - Chapter 3: Ralph (Oct. 20th)

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It was a heavy downpour that night, with the occasional clap of thunder, but he had heard the sound of someone climbing over the chain link fence outside during a lull in the rumbling overhead. He’d then heard the door to the abandoned house open before it slammed shut. Luckily he was already upstairs so he could easily hide as long as whoever it was didn’t look around too much. He heard them walk further into the house then drop something with a soft thud.

“Hello?” He heard a woman’s voice call out. “I just need a place to wait out the storm for the night. I’ll be gone in the morning, promise!” He didn’t respond but clutched his knife tighter, rocking back and forth slightly. It was a human.

...

The door had slammed shut behind her, unintentionally, and she flinched at the loud sound. She took off her hat, it was soaked from the rain anyway, and walked forward before slipping her backpack off and let it hit the floor with a light thud. She laid her jacket over the back of one of the chairs to let it dry then turned to observe her surroundings.

There was a set of stairs in front of her and a doorway off to the left. She’d heard the softest sound of wood creaking above her. Not knowing who or what was there she’d called out to be sure, to assure she meant no harm with her presence, in case it was something other than an animal. When she walked into the kitchen and saw the graffiti she had her answer. rA9 and “I am alive” covered the walls. A deviant then. She knew most if not all deviants stemmed from stress or a strong emotional response, usually fear, so she determined it would be best if she stayed on the ground floor and gave the android upstairs their space.

Returning to the main room she found herself walking to the mirror that was leaning against the wall by the bottom of the stairs. She let out a sigh as she looked herself over, poking at the slight bags under her eyes; she'd been working double shifts all week and had stupidly offered to stay late that night even when she knew it was going to rain. The buses had stopped running and she didn’t want to spend any longer getting drenched riding her bike than she had to. She rubbed her arms and shivered slightly. The sleeves of her uniform shirt only went down a few inches and the leggings she wore under her skirt weren't thick enough to keep any body heat in. They also only went down passed her knees, as her boots covered the rest of her legs.

Motion caught her attention and she looked up to see the reflection of the top of the stairs, a flash of what she assumed to be blond hair moved back behind the corner. She let out an involuntary gasp and turned her head to look up at the steps.

“I-I won’t come up there. I’m not here to hurt you or anything; you don’t have to worry. I'm only here because of the storm,” she said loud enough for whoever it was to hear her. Her voice wavered slightly as she tried to keep her teeth from chattering. “I-I won’t tell anyone either,” she added. No response, but she didn’t expect one.

She moved back to the center of the main room and grabbed her backpack to put it closer to the empty fireplace. She heard creaking from upstairs and sat down against the wall, facing the rest of the room. A few more creaks then suddenly a few soft thuds by the stairs as something was thrown down. Cautiously, she got up to see what it was to find a pillow and a blanket. The blanket was old and dirty, a few holes here and there, but a blanket nonetheless.

“Thank you,” she called up softly before going back to her spot. Sleep didn’t come easy but only because of the thunder that would shake the house and her body shivering kept her awake for longer than she wanted.

As the sun began to rise the next morning he slowly walked down the stairs just enough that he could see where she lay. The pillow he’d thrown down under her head while the blanket was wrapped tightly around her. He had let his curiosity get the best of him when he heard her approach the stairs, before she stood in front of the mirror, and had seen her shiver. The pillow and blanket were of no use to him, and he didn't want her to possibly come looking for some even though she had said she wouldn't go upstairs.

When she woke a few hours later he moved out of sight but stayed at the top of the stairs, if she moved closer he would hide again. Since he knew that she knew for a fact he was there, there was no point in him hiding other than to ease his own fears. He didn't know her, she could still hurt him.

She sat up and though she didn’t voice it or show any indication of it, she could see that he was on the stairs from the angle of the mirror. He wasn't looking at the mirror however; he was holding onto the poles of the banister with his head down. She could see the blur - the mirror wasn't exactly clean and it was far away - of blond hair and that he wore green and dark blue. As she purposefully avoided looking in the direction of the stairs she gathered her things and folded the blanket. She placed it and the pillow on the table before grabbing something from her bag.

A few moments later he heard her say a quiet thank you before she slipped out the door. He rushed into one of the upstairs rooms and to the window to see her climb back over the fence before unlocking a bike and riding off.

He waited a few minutes to be sure she was really gone before he hurried down the stairs. He saw the folded blanket but noticed something else on top of it. Taking slow steps, as if the paper on the blanket would suddenly lunge at him at any moment, he walked to the table. It was a simple thank you note but what caught his eye was the small heart shaped stone that came with the message.

To the person upstairs,

Your secret is safe with me, I won’t tell anyone you’re here. Thank you for letting me seek shelter from the rain here last night and for the blanket and pillow. As a thank you I want you to have this. [an arrow points to where the heart stone lay on the paper]

Stay safe <3

He picked up the small heart stone and looked at it from every angle. It was just a stone; it wouldn't hurt him, but he had to be sure. He held it and smiled before picking up the letter, folding it precisely, and putting it in his pocket. He spent the rest of the day looking down at the stone with a smile. Ralph had never gotten a gift before.

A/N: Next up is Markus and we get into the game timeline and I can finally add him as a tag (on AO3) which will probably get this more seen. (Not that I care if a lot of people see it... it's just very discouraging to only see 3 views after 13 or so days and knowing one of them is yourself because you clicked on the work so it technically counts as a view. But then again I know this fandom is kinda dying/not as big as it used to be.)

And in tumblr’s case.. no notes.. but I’ll share it here anyways.

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petri808 · 4 years ago

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@bnhahorrorweek Post apocalypse prompt/ non-quirk characters. Threw this one-shot together for this prompt. 🙃 Bakudeku. Sorry my edits suck lol.

It’s been two years since the world imploded and left survivors struggling to just stay alive. No one knew exactly how it began, but many suspected it was man made. When the United States declared war on China, and the world sided against the falling superpower, the country retaliated... soon stories began popping up about people becoming zombie-like and attacking with no hesitation as if all conscious reasoning was gone. The coincidence was how it started in areas being bombed by the U.S., first Asia, Europe, but as with most viruses, it spread quickly through the infected until there wasn’t a country on Earth left standing.

Izuku Midoriya was in his senior year of high school at the time, but once the virus hit Japan, chaos broke out. In the dense cities like Tokyo, it was like a wave washing through that quickly jumped to surrounding cities including Shizuoka where he lived with his mother. Within a matter of weeks the entire island country was engulfed by these soulless beings. He’d lost everyone he knew, his classmates, friends, and after a month of running, his mom when they’d been ambushed sneaking through the subway tunnels.

Perhaps it was his smaller size that was to his benefit. Growing up Izuku was teased for being a shorter, gangly kid, but when the goal was hiding, it became an asset. He was smart and a quick learner, who figured out the best ways to stay out of sight from the roving hoards. These things weren’t dead like most zombie movies tended to portray. The virus infected and destroyed the upper portions of the brain leaving just the brain stems that controlled basic life functions. It generally resembled a mutated syphilis strain, but 10 times worse with no cure, and no way to stop it once it took control. All the zombies knew to do was eat, and eat, and eat.

By the end of the first year, Izuku realized that constantly being on the move had some detriment, so when he came across an abandoned apartment building built with brick walls, he decided to create a fortress for himself. It took some time working only when the creatures weren’t around, but he reinforced the second floor apartments with steel and blacked out the windows. Once the outside was secured, Izuku broke through walls to connect the apartments together.

Maybe he’ll run into another survivor one day. There must be others, but since he didn’t travel far from his base camp, it was wholly possible he’d simply never come across one. Even now almost two years later, he was only a stones throw away from his original home is Musutafu. It was a lonely existence and there were many days when he wondered if it was worth it to keep living like this. Working on his new ‘home’ was the only thing that helped to keep his mind from slipping into depression, and he was quite proud of his accomplishments. Breaking through the ceiling, he managed to rig a pipe to the roof that collected rain water and funneled it into a plugged bath tub. Similar venting allowed him to build a make shift hearth for fires, handy during the colder months and to cook with.

They were truly back to the stone ages now. All the skills many take for granted, simple things like how to sew or forage for edible plants, he had to learn. No more electricity, meant no more quick entertainment, so he raided a nearby bookstore for things to read. Over time, Izuku settled in for the long haul, just concerning himself with finding supplies, keeping occupied, and most of all, not losing his sanity.

Until one day, while returning to his home, Izuku heard a noise and ducks low behind a broken down vehicle. It had only been a quick trip to a close by hardware store. He watched, readying his weapon in case of an attack. Crap! He’d left the fire going in the apartment for heating, so had the smoke attracted a zombie?

A human walks out from around some parked vehicles. At first he can’t tell if it’s a zombie or not, because the person’s attire hid their features. But the longer he watched their movements, the way they walked cautiously, with a backpack slung over one shoulder, Izuku started to wonder if it could be a survivor! It was a dangerous move to break cover, but after surveying the area and not seeing anyone else, he decided to get the persons attention. If it was a zombie there was still enough space between them to get away.

Izuku popped his head over the car and whistled once for 10 seconds. The person stopped and turned in his direction, but just stood in place staring. So he whistled a second time, while standing completely upright and clearly visible. He waved, signaling he was a normie, so the man lowers the hoodie of his jacket.

“K-Kacchan?!” He breathes out. No way! Of all the people to run into, but his long lost childhood friend?! The mans hair was a dirtier blonde now, shaggier and disheveled, but those red eyes were unmistakable. Izuku steps forward, slowly moving towards the man. “Kacchan, is that really you?”

“Deku? Pfft, figures you’re the first live human I find.”

Another sound, distant, but real catches Izuku’s alert attention. He grabs the man by the arm. “It’s not safe here,” his voice is low as to not attract attention. “Follow me, I’ve got a safe place.”

Possibly tired of travel, Katsuki Bakugou follows the smaller male into the secured apartment building. He watches in fascination as Izuku takes them through a stairwell with multiple metal gates that looked added on, until they reach the main entrance.

“Welcome to my home,” Izuku smiles and ushers Katsuki inside.

“Tch, not bad nerd,” The blonde surveys his surroundings. “You set this all up yourself?”

“Yup. Took awhile but I reinforced the top half of the building.” He shows Katsuki each room. “An area for cooking, this is where I gather and store rain water. So if you wanna take a towel bath you can. Here’s where I sleep, and finally my storage area. I think I have clothes in your size if you need something fresh to wear.”

“Think I’ll take you up on the bath first.”

“S-Sure!” Izuku grabs his friend a towel and hands it to him along with a fresh set of clothing. “I’ll be working on a dinner in the meantime,” he smiles.

“Thanks Deku.”

Izuku was on cloud nine! It’d been years, long before the apocalypse hit that he’d ever spoken with Katsuki in a civil manner. The man seemed to have mellowed out, but of course an event like this one was bound to change people. He was just thrilled to have found a survivor and even happier it was someone he knew. By the time Katsuki came out of the bath area cleaned and dressed, Izuku had whipped up a small meal for the two of them.

“Hope your hungry,” Izuku smiles and presents a plate to his friend. “I got lucky and caught a wild hare in my trap yesterday.”

Katsuki takes the plate and sits down on a rug. “How do you have fresh vegetables?”

“I grow them on the roof.” Izuku sits down across from the man with his own plate. “Tomatoes, sweet potatoes, mushrooms, and onions so far, but I’m working on soybeans too. Tell me Kacchan, where have you been all this time?”

“I was in Osaka visiting an uncle when this shit hit, then the bastards killed my parents last year as we tried to get back home.”

“I’m sorry Kacchan,” Izuku’s voice softened, “I lost my mom too a month after it hit.”

“Looks like you’re doing well though.” Katsuki looks around. “Seems a pretty safe hold out.”

“It’s better than the streets. Luckily the zombies are dumb. You know, you’re welcome to stay. There’s plenty of room for two people.”

“I don’t wanna impose...”

“You’re not imposing Kacchan. It’ll be nice to have someone to talk to aside from myself.”

“Alright, I’ll stick around since it beats the elements. Am I the first person you’ve seen?”

“Yeah, alive any way. I’ve run into people we knew but they’re all zombies now.”

“Tch, I mean to live now, then die as one of the last humans on this plant? This blows.”

“I try not to think about that and rather take any positive thing I can cling to.”

“Always the optimist Deku.” Katsuki laughs. “Even with a disaster you never change.”

As the hours grow late, Izuku suggests they pull out an extra mattress he has in the storage room for his friend to sleep on. But Katsuki points to Izuku’s Queen sized bed. “Why? We both fit, and besides it’s warmer this way, right?”

Izuku stammers as his face turns red. “I-I guess, as long as you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind, do you?”

“No.” He did, but it was just his nervousness over sharing a bed with a guy he once had a crush on.

“Good, cause I’m exhausted.” Katsuki slips under the blanket and pats the bed. “It’s late, let’s get some sleep.”

“O-Okay...” Izuku put out the fire and climbed under the covers, but turns on his side away from the man.

“Pfft,” Katsuki spoons up to Izuku, “supposed to keep each other warm remember,” he wraps his arm around and pulls the man close. “Nite, nerd.”

‘Ahhhh! What is going on?!’ “G’night Kacchan.” If this was how he’ll spend the rest of this apocalypse... guess it wasn’t so bad anymore.

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