#pinkpond

64. Our muses being the sole survivors of a bus/train/plane hovercraft crash.

(definitely AU since everyone else is dead)

Amy knocked on Jesse’s bedroom door quietly, feeling awful for waking him. This made the fourth night this week that she couldn’t sleep alone. It had been six months since the crash and she still couldn’t cope. But the door opened almost instantly, meaning he was already awake. He gave her a look that made it clear he’d been expecting her.

She walked in, rubbing her hands over her face while he closed the door. Knowing the drill by this point, she climbed into bed as he turned off the lamp and did the same. She pulled her arms in to her chest and laid her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her protectively.

A few minutes passed in silence when Jesse realized her eyes were still open. “You need rest, Ames,” he said quietly. “It’s okay, I’m right here.” But closing her eyes was the worst part. It was the same re-play every time: seeing the craft suddenly burst apart, waking in the rubble, digging Jesse out. He’d been in horrible shape for weeks after, but he swore they’d survived because they’d sat in the very back of the hover. 

Then she saw their bodies. Hanna, Eleven, Sam and Dean, her entire pack, all of them scattered. Everyone she cared about that had still been alive was on that craft, and now… She didn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until she saw them, their remains scattered among the wreckage. Every single one of them. Except Jesse.

Her eyes flew open and that’s when she noticed her own sobbing. She held onto his shirt collar tight and buried her face in his neck as he rubbed her back and brushed a hand through her hair.

It had been another wicked party that Amy wouldn’t remember. She’d meant to go back to her room after everyone had left, but she’d kept forgetting why she was opening the door. It took a few minutes to realize she was looking up at the underside of a doorknob. Whatever she’d had the night before had left her dizzy, shaky, and cotton-mouthed; could’ve been more than one thing for all she knew.

Once she was finally on her feet, she looked over and noticed Jesse face-down on his bed. She laughed the slightest bit, rubbing her forehead as she slowly made her way to his side.

“Oi, it’s morning, Jess,” she said, groggily but loudly. When he didn’t respond, she leaned over and gave him a shake.

“Jesse?” Nothing. She shook him again, harder. Still nothing. Suddenly the worst-case-scenario entered her mind.

“Jesse!” She turned him over, still shaking him. “Jesse, wake up now!” When shaking him harder didn’t work, she panicked and slapped him.

“Ow!” Jesse came to with a start and Amy jumped back.

“Oh my god, don’t ever do that again!” she exclaimed.

“Do what, Amy, what the hell?!” he responded, holding his cheek and trying to sit up.

“I thought you were--...” She stopped short then shook her head. “Never mind.” Leaning over again, she hugged him.

“I’m all for hugs, man,” he started after a moment, “but it’s not a good idea.”

“Why not,” she asked, not letting go.

Send my character a ❤ and I'll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

(aaAAYYYY PINKPOND)

Gives nose/forehead kisses - Amy

Gets jealous the most - Amy

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive - Both

Takes care of on sick days - Both

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day - Jesse, but sometimes Amy

Gives unprompted massages - Jesse

Drives/rides shotgun - Jesse/Amy

Brings the other lunch at work - I'd say both

Has the better parental relationship - Amy

Tries to start role-playing in bed - Amy

Embarrassingly drunk dancer - Amy (maybe both?)

Still cries watching Titanic - Amy

Firmly believes in couples costumes - Amy

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas - Both

Makes the other eat breakfast - Jesse

Remembers anniversaries - Jesse