[Fandom] Nights Like This.
Okayyyy so I tried to fight this off. But it's been following me all day, and so I had to write it out. Finally something other than DBSK fanfiction here? Yes? Is this really a good thing? I'm not sure.
Pairing: RyDen (Ryan and Brendon)
Rating: G/Platonic????
Genre: Something about nightmares~
Word Count: 444; kay that's a lil creepy.
It’s nights like these, when you can feel his warm body laying next to you but not quite touching you, that the two of you lie awake and talk about anything and everything -- everything from the new chords and poetry playing through his mind to how bad dinner had tasted. The conversation always ends with his eyes piercing you through the dark and the same question on those pretty lips of his.
Why do you want me to sleep here?
You always feed him the same lie and tell him that when he’s there he chases the nightmares away.
He usually grunts at that and rolls over onto his side to fall asleep; because it’s impossible to sleep on his back, he says. You can always tell he’s fallen asleep when his knees press up close to his chest and his breathing shallows.
That’s when you know it’s safe to sit up and press your hand against his fleshy cheek and let your fingertips roam over the features of his face. You smile sadly then and notice how much firmer they’ve become; how much time has passed and how much older the two of you have become.
It usually starts with just a quiver of his lips and the furrowing of his brows. And then it’s kind of like watching an avalanche in slow motion -- his features tremble a bit, then the tears flow hot and wet down his cheeks, and he starts to shake with his fingers grasping at the closest stronghold they can reach.
Which more often than not turns out to be the fabric of your shirt, and it’s only then that he pulls you against him. And his trembling, tiny body is against you, as delicate as a leaf in the fall. Warm tears soak through your shirt but you barely notice because all you want to do is make his shoulders stop convulsing.
Finally, when you fear your arms might crush him with how protectively you’re holding him, it stops all together and you can breathe again. Because the fabric of your shirt is cooling and his grip on your shirt is loosening, and you know that he’s safe again.
Normally it takes a minute or two for him to wake up, his eyes still a bit red and frightened as they look up at you. The tear stains on his cheeks break your heart, but you can never bring yourself to say anything about them.
Did the nightmare come back?
His voice is so soft and you have to wonder if he’s really just kidding himself. But you just smile softly and nod.
Something like that.
Pairing: RyDen (Ryan and Brendon)
Rating: G/Platonic????
Genre: Something about nightmares~
Word Count: 444; kay that's a lil creepy.
It’s nights like these, when you can feel his warm body laying next to you but not quite touching you, that the two of you lie awake and talk about anything and everything -- everything from the new chords and poetry playing through his mind to how bad dinner had tasted. The conversation always ends with his eyes piercing you through the dark and the same question on those pretty lips of his.
Why do you want me to sleep here?
You always feed him the same lie and tell him that when he’s there he chases the nightmares away.
He usually grunts at that and rolls over onto his side to fall asleep; because it’s impossible to sleep on his back, he says. You can always tell he’s fallen asleep when his knees press up close to his chest and his breathing shallows.
That’s when you know it’s safe to sit up and press your hand against his fleshy cheek and let your fingertips roam over the features of his face. You smile sadly then and notice how much firmer they’ve become; how much time has passed and how much older the two of you have become.
It usually starts with just a quiver of his lips and the furrowing of his brows. And then it’s kind of like watching an avalanche in slow motion -- his features tremble a bit, then the tears flow hot and wet down his cheeks, and he starts to shake with his fingers grasping at the closest stronghold they can reach.
Which more often than not turns out to be the fabric of your shirt, and it’s only then that he pulls you against him. And his trembling, tiny body is against you, as delicate as a leaf in the fall. Warm tears soak through your shirt but you barely notice because all you want to do is make his shoulders stop convulsing.
Finally, when you fear your arms might crush him with how protectively you’re holding him, it stops all together and you can breathe again. Because the fabric of your shirt is cooling and his grip on your shirt is loosening, and you know that he’s safe again.
Normally it takes a minute or two for him to wake up, his eyes still a bit red and frightened as they look up at you. The tear stains on his cheeks break your heart, but you can never bring yourself to say anything about them.
Did the nightmare come back?
His voice is so soft and you have to wonder if he’s really just kidding himself. But you just smile softly and nod.
Something like that.