A/n: I might start another imagines book. Steve and Bucky maybe? or maybe just an avengers imagines book. Hm. Thoughts?
Requested by: -MOONSTRUCC
Prompts: None
Warnings: None
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Shivering, you wrap the grey jacket around yourself as you continue your walk home from the party.
Jumping when you heard grunting from the shadows, you start to slowly walk towards the source, against your better judgment.
"Oh my go-" You gasped, upon seeing a bloodied and bruised boy within the shadows, "Are you okay?"
The boy mumbled something that you couldn't understand before he fell to his knees.
Concern flooded you as you crouched down and his arms in your hands. Gently, you helped him to his feet.
"Can you walk?"
He gave a slight nod as you wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
Slowly, you began helping him to your house. Your mom was out on a trip with your dad, so you should have no problem getting him in. Getting him there proved to be an issue, though.
Another issue you faced was if you should actually take him home. This was Freeridge, and he was a strange boy you had found beaten on the streets. You wondered how he came to be that way, but you decided not to question it.
Grunting, you readjusted his arm as you basically dragged him along with you.
The two of you walked, well, sort of walked, in silence as you mentally accessed his injuries and whether or not you could fix them yourself.
Your mom used to be a medic in the Navy, and she taught you all she knew before she entered the corporate world.
"We're gonna get you fixed up." You explained, unlocking and opening your front door. Gripping his arm, you slowly led him to the bathroom and sat him down on the edge of the tub.
"Stay." You pointed a finger at him, "I'll be back."
After searching your house for the medical kit you finally found it in her bathroom.
Quickly, you ran back down to the bathroom.
"Okay, I found it. You're gonna need to answer some questions while I do this okay."
You places the box on the table and began to take things out as needed.
"Name?" You asked as you began to sanatize the cuts, cringing after he winced when the cloth made contact.
"Latrelle." He replied, squinting his eyes as he tried to ignore the stinging that crossed his face and arms.
"And how did you get these?" You closely observed a cut across his forehead, determining that it doesn't need stitches.
"Uh.. gang shit?"
"Oh, that's nice." You nodded, "wait, what?"
"Gang... shit.." He repeated slowly.
"Oh.. right, cool. Uh, moving on." You cleared your throat awkwardly, "any other injuries?"
He nodded slowly as he carefully began to peel his tank top off.
You gently cleaned and attended to the last of his injuries and wounds, making small talk along the way.
Finally, when you finished you began to clean up.
"So, where are you staying?"
He shrugged before answering, "the streets."
"The streets? Hell no! You're staying with me."
"You ain't even know me." He smirked, "you don't know what I could do."
"I don't know those things. But I can know you. So, I'll leave and get some of my brother's clothes. Then, you're gonna get your ass in the shower."
He looked you up and down, before nodding and crossing his arms.
You went to get the change of clothes as you began to think.
You wondered what he meant by 'gang shit'. Was he in a gang? If so, why was he so beat up? You wondered if you even wanted to know that.
You sighed as you looked around your brother's room, a frown present on your face. Shaking off the feeling, you grabbed clothes and ran down the steps when you heard a crash.
"What was that?"
"Uh.. I.. fell." He muttered, taking the clothes from you.
You nodded and left the bathroom so that he could have some privacy.
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Latrelle had been successfully staying with you for three months now.
He tried to leave one night, but the two of you had ultimately decided you had become too close for that.
He had shown back up, knocking on your window, while he tried not to fall of the tree branch he sat on.
Slowly, feelings for him began to creep their way into your heart.
Completely oblivious to you, feelings for you grew on him, too. The feelings began relatively quickly, and only grew from that day.
He wanted you to be his. He didn't want anyone else to have you, so he told you.
"You.. like me?"
"Yeah.."
"Wow."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just shocked, I guess.." You explained, blush rising to your cheeks.
"Do you, uh, want me to move out now?"
"Why would I?"
"'Cause it's weird now-"
"Why is it weird?" You interrupted, amused by him trying to explain.
"Because.. you don't like me like that?"
You smirked as you leaned forward. Taking his face in your hands, you gently pressed your lips against his.
Shocked at first, his arms slid around your waist as he pulled you closer.
"Wow." He breathed after you pulled apart.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You joked.
With a roll of his eyes, he pulled you in for another kiss.