#I’ve stopped caring about things. My mate sent a really nice message last night and I just didn’t care

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My Youth Is Yours

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader 

synopsis: in a world where you don’t begin to age until you meet your soulmate, Tom notices you started aging when he hasn’t 

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“Time to wake up.”

You heard Toms voice right before you felt a pillow hit you in the head.

“Mmmmm. I was dreaming.” You whined as you aimlessly threw the pillow in the direction of his voice. You heard the soft thud of the pillow hitting his body as he caught it and knew you were in for trouble. Before you could move out of the way, Tom jumped on top of you and pressed the pillow against your head.

“Aw. About me?” He teased as he squished your face into the pillow. You groaned and pushed him off of you, hearing him laugh as he rolled onto his back beside you. You propped yourself up on your elbow and took the pillow from him, smacking him lightly over the head with it.

“I said dream, not nightmare.” You sassed him. Tom rolled onto his side and smiled softly as he moved a stray hair off your forehead with his pinky.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone who made you coffee.” He drawled before reaching over and retrieving the cup of coffee he had set on your nightstand.

“Coffee?” You groggily sniffed the air as he placed the cup right underneath your nose, making your eyes widen in delight. “Coffee!”

“With almond milk and sugar.” He sang as you gratefully took the cup from him.

“You’re so good to me.” You said before taking a long sip. “No wonder I’ve kept you around all these years.”

“Mm.” He hummed sarcastically. “20 years and counting.”

“Yep. And you don’t look a day over 18.” You teased as you cupped his chin. Tom rolled his eyes at your comment, but he wasn’t really annoyed. The fact that neither of you had started aging yet worried him daily. Sure, it meant you hadn’t met your soulmate yet, but it also meant your soulmate wasn’t Tom. He tried to convince himself that maybe you both had started aging, you just didn’t realize since you saw each other every day. He knew he was a long shot, but it was all he had to hold on to.

“Shut up.” He faked a laugh. “Neither do you, baby face.”

“You’re the one with the baby face.” You shot back as you climbed out of bed.

“This baby face is gonna allow me to play teenagers as long as I want.” He called after you as you waltzed towards the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom.

“Until you meet your soulmate.” You stopped in the doorway and gave him a pointed look. “You know white men age like apples once they meet their soulmates.”

You kept your tone light, but you dreaded the day Toms face would show signs of aging. It wasn’t something you liked to talk about as your youthful appearance told you exactly what you didn’t want to hear; you hadn’t met your soulmate yet.

“Lucky for me, mine seems to be on another planet.” He sat on the edge of the bed and swung his feet as he watched you wash your face.

“Maybe shes off somewhere making coffee for my soulmate.” You chuckled from inside the bathroom.

“That would be funny.” He commented. “Maybe they’ve fallen in love with each other and forgotten all about us.”

“Imagine?” You laughed as you began to apply your makeup. “What would we do then?”

“We’d have to be together, I guess.” Tom forced a laugh as he tried to sound like he was into kidding, when in reality he was completely serious.

“You wish.” You paused applying your mascara and winked at him from the bathroom. He smiled sadly and shrugged, but you missed it entirely.

“Yeah.” He mumbled as you shut the bathroom door to get changed. “I wish.”

Tom pouted and looked at his hands, a sinking feeling finding a home in his tummy. He hated being reminded that you were eventually going to meet someone else and grow old with them. He wanted to stay in your youthful bubble as long as he possibly could. The sound of the door opening brought him out of his thoughts as you walked down the hallway that connected the bathroom to your bedroom. You were in your work clothes now, minus your heels.

“There she is.” Tom smiled at you. “Going for the pencil skirt, I see.”

“I just want to look good in case my soul mate decided to take a desk job.” You shrugged as you slipped into your pumps.

“So that’s what a guy has to do to get your attention?” Tom raised as eyebrow. “Get a desk job?”

“Uh huh.” You bit your tongue between your teeth and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I find actors so boring.”

“I bet you do. How about I take you out tonight? I know your boss has been on your case lately.” Tom asked as he peered up at you from his seated position on the bed. He rested his hands on your hips and drummed his thumbs on your waistline.

“I would like that.” You smiled as combed your fingers through his hair. “It’s a date.”

“A date.” He nodded, leaning into the palm of your hand. You winked at him again and checked your watch, eyes widening at what you saw.

“I’m running late.” You sighed. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight.” He waved at you gently as you slipped your arms away from his neck.

“Muah.” You bent down and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, knowing how much he didn’t like it.

Or so he claimed.

Tom scrunched his nose and wiped the kiss off, really only concerned with getting the lipstick off his cheek.

“Give me a real one, why don’t you.” He jokingly called after you, but once again meant it in it’s entirety.

“Maybe I will.” You called back before shutting the front door.

You arrived at work on time, much to your relief. You greeted the secretary and picked up the paperwork, noticing the pike was a little bigger than expected.

“Is this all for me?” You asked with a tight smile as you collected the stack of files.

“I’m sorry.” The secretary shook her head. “Mr. Brighton dropped them off last night. He specifically asked that you do them.”

“This is the company’s budget.” You realized as you thumbed through the filed. “That’s his job, not mine.”

“Are you surprised?” She laughed sadly. “I haven’t seen him doing his own job since I started here.”

“I better get started if I want to make it home on time.” You sighed. “Have a good one.”

“You too.” She called after you as you made your way to your desk. Along the way, you greeted the girls you worked with.

“Stacey, I called the IT department and told them about the wifi issue. Thanks for letting me know.” You smiled at your coworker.

“Hi Emma.” You waved and set a few folders down in her desk. “Here are the files you need to redo. Don’t worry about messing it up, it happened to me all the time when I first started. Try to have them in my desk by 4, okay?”

“I told the janitor about the paper towels and he said he’ll make a note to restock them more. Thanks for bringing it to my attention, Joslyn.” You thanked your coworker as you walked by.

“Jaiden!” You greeted. “Great work on your proposal yesterday. Just try not to fidget with your hands so much. You had great ideas. There was no need to be nervous.”

You finally got to your desk and set the stack of files down. You blew out an angry breath, already tired before you even started. Right as you were about to sit down when a man in a crisp navy suit appeared at the desk across from you, setting a box of his belongings down on top of it. He looked up briefly and made eye contact with you, smiling politely and stepping around his desk.

“Hi. I’m Chris.” He introduced himself as he held out his hand.

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.” You reached forward to shake his hand. “Is this your first day?”

“Yep. Just transferred.” He nodded towards his desk. “You’re the boss I presume?”

“Nope. Just one of his many victims.” You chuckled. “What made you think I was the boss?”

“I’m not sure.” He realized. “The way you walked in and took charge, I guess I just assumed you were the boss. You seem like you should be.”

“Oh. Well thank you.” You straightened your blazer with a new sense of pride. “I try to be assertive so I don’t get walked all over.”

“Well it’s working.” He laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You had my respect right away.”

“Thank you.” You smiled politely. “I’m not your boss boss, but I am your superior, so you’ll probably be training under me. I’m supposed to tell you no personal calls, but no one really cares. As long as all your work is done by the end of the day, call whoever you want.”

Chris nodded and took a seat in the desk that faced you, nodding in content as he took in his surroundings.

“Hm.” He shrugged as he glanced at you. “Nice view.”

You caught his meaning and gave him a pointed look, to which he held up his hands in defense.

“Come on.” You nodded towards the hallway. “I’ll show you where the break room is.”

~

“I’m home.” You called as you entered yours and Toms house a few months later. He came to greet you in a tank top and shorts, his glistening arms telling you he was just working out.

“Hey.” He smiled as he wiped his forehead. “How was work?”

“Brutal.” You sighed as you set your bag down. “I don’t know how much longer I can last there.”

“Your boss again?” He smiled sympathetically as he rubbed your arm.

“Yeah.” You shrugged tiredly. “I swear, he has a vendetta against me or something.”

Before Tom could respond, you phone chimed in your bag. You got it out and saw a message from Chris, making a smile tug at your lips.

“What are you smiling at?” Tom chuckled, always a fan of that smile.

“Nothing. Just something dumb the new guy sent me.” You dismissed as you put your phone away.

Toms face faltered momentarily as he wasn’t used to you not telling him things. He let it go, assuming it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“My day wasn’t much better. We couldn’t figure out how to get this one…” He trailed off, his face growing pale and fearful.

“What?” Your eyebrows knit together at his sudden mood change.

“You look different.” He said quietly.

“Bad different?” You worried.

“No, just…you have a gray hair.” Tom admitted, making you let out a shocked laugh.

“What? Let me see.” You ran over to the mirror in the hallway and Tom followed.

“Look. Right on your part.” Tom pointed out a single silver streak on your part.

“Oh. You’re right.” You gulped as a sick feeling sunk into your tummy.

You turned around to face Tom, who looked like he was about to cry.

“You…you aged?” He croaked as he tilted his head to the side.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” You shrugged weakly, trying to calm him and yourself down.

“Oh.” Tom nodded, stepping back from you and adverting his eyes.

“Maybe it’s from stress.” You offered. “My boss has really been kicking my ass lately. Or-“

“Or you met your soulmate.” Tom cut you off. You frowned and reached out to touch him but quickly withdrew your hand.

“Maybe.” You whispered as your eyes searched his face.

“Do you have any idea who it is?” He asked, already knowing he didn’t want to hear the answer. You stared at him for a moment, the urge to tell him how you felt stronger then ever.

“No.” You said flatly. “No, I don’t.”

“I, um…I have to check on something.” Tom said suddenly as he withdrew from you.

“Tom.” You reached out for him but he backed away.

“I really gotta go.” He said quickly. “I’ll see you later.”

Tom practically ran away from you, making you drop your head in your hands as you sobbed.

~

You gave Tom his space for a few hours before going to look for him, assuming he’d be in his usual spot on the roof.

“Hey.” You called out to Tom once you found him on the roof. He was lying on his back on top of a concrete slab, staring aimlessly at the sky.

“Hey.” Tom said stiffly, without looking at you.

“You’re mad.” You said matter of factly as you slid down beside him.

“I’m not mad at you.” He said quietly.

“I didn’t say you were mad at me.” You answered. “I said you were mad.”

Tom swallowed thickly and stared at the sky as a tear rolled down the side of his face.

“It’s not fair.” He croaked, clearing his throat when his voice came out weaker than he thought it would.

“I know.”

“I wanted it to be me.” He cried, covering his face with his hand as he cried silent tears.

“I know.” You repeated as you fought back your own tears. “I wanted it to be you too.”

“I look at your face everyday. I see every line and wrinkle because right know exactly how they got there. Who else can say that? Who else knows you like I do?”

“No one, Tommy.” You whispered. “No one knows me like you.”

“Then why-“ his voice broke and he stopped talking. You rested your head against his, moving your nose along his cheekbone.

“Then why are you gonna end up with somebody else?” He finished his sentence as he composed himself.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to.” You wiped your tears off your face. “I wanted it to be you. I was so sure it would be.”

“How did this happen?” Tom sniffled. “How is this fates design?”

“I guess we just weren’t meant to be.” You shrugged sadly as you rubbed your face again.

“But how?” He wondered. “How are we not meant to be?”

“I wish I knew.” You told him as you nuzzled your face against his.

“I wish I knew too.” Tom swallowed as he leaned into your touched. You let out a sigh before sitting up on your knees and hovering over his face.

“Hey.” You smiled at him as you stroked his cheek. “I loved you just as much when I was 13 as I do at 23.”

“I love you too but what does that matter?” Tom whimpered. “We’re not supposed to be together.”

“One silver hair does nothing determine who I end up with. I don’t care if fate says we’re not supposed to be together. My heart says we are.” You decided. “You’re the one I want. I’m not interesting in anyone else.”

“Really?” Tom calmed down long enough to hear you out.

“My youth is yours.” You told him. “Everything of mine is yours.”

“But you’re going to continue aging and I’m gonna be stuck like this.” He reminded you.

“There are worse faces to be stuck with.” You smiled softly at him as you rubbed your thumb on his cheek.

“You’re not gonna want to be seen with an 18 year old the rest of your life. People will look at you funny.

“I don’t care how it looks.” You shrugged. “I want this. I want us.”

Tom stared at your upside down face for a moment before smiling at you.

“I want us too.”

You returned his smile before leaning down and kissing him, taking a moment to adjust to the awkward position and slot your lips together. Tom brought his hand to the back of your head to pull you closer as you sat up even more. You moved in sync until you pulled away to catch your breath.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” You chuckled as you sat down again.

“Trust me, darling.” Tom laughed as well. “I know exactly how long.”

~

“Morning!” You chirped as you took a seat at your desk a few weeks later.

“Good morning.” Chris greeted you. “Did you have a nice weekend?”

“I did.” You sighed happily. “Did you?”

“Not really.” He shook his head. “I spent the weekend in a bit of a panic.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You frowned. “What happened?”

“It’s so weird.” He chuckled. “I look like I’m 18 for the past few years and all the sudden I get laugh lines. I just looked into the mirror on Friday and saw them.”

“Laugh lines?” You laughed nervously as a panic set in.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I guess I’m aging finally.”

“Good for you.” You faked a smile. “So you’ve met your soulmate?”

“I mean, I must’ve right?” He asked. “I don’t know who it is, I just know I’ve started to age. It’s pretty weird knowing they could be anybody I currently know.”

“Yeah, that’s really weird.” You agreed.

“Sorry, I keep talking about myself.” Chris shook his head. “Have you met your soulmate?”

“Yeah. His names Tom.” You smiled proudly.

“That him?” Chris pointed to a framed photo of you and Tom you had on your desk.

“Yeah.” You nodded and pushed the picture closer to Chris. “I just took that last week.”

“Funny.” Chris commented as he leaned forward to look at the picture. “He looks a little young.”

“Yeah.” You laughed nervously as you quickly withdrew the picture. “Funny.”

part two

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I dunno lmao how about the reader is at a sleepover and her friends dare her to late night text Neville as a joke (little do they know she has a big fat crush on nev) later in the night when everyone is asleep he responds and it ends with them meeting up later and fucking 🥴

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

hfeber I'm sorry I really wanted an excuse to mention pothead!neville again but I'll redo this if you don't like it.

It was another Friday night which meant (Y/n) was with her girls doing the usual, sleepover and blazing up. They always did this as a hooray to celebrate getting through the week no matter how tough it was. They all had their duties, Ginny would get the booze, Luna would get the food, Hermione would take care of the playlist, and as always they'd send (Y/n) to get the weed from Neville.

All of the girls knew about her obvious crush on the boy and were constantly encouraging to make a move. She was a beautiful girl and Neville would be lucky to have her. However, being filled with her own anxiety, she never would. The interaction between them would always be the same. Neville would greet her, she'd tell him what she wanted, and he'd send her on her way leaving her with some sort of ambiguous yet flirty phrase. Even though he did this (and gave her discounts on the regular) she was still not sure of where she stood with him. As a weed dealer it was his job to be nice to people so they'd come back to him. 'It's good for business' is what she told herself but her heart didn't care, it still would race anyways.

In typical sleepover fashion, the girls were encouraging each other to do stupid things that they'd all regret the next day when they were alone dealing with the consequences. That didn't phase them any, that was tomorrow them's problem. So far Ginny had sent Harry a nude tease, Hermione had blocked Ron to get a reaction out of him, and Luna had given herself a cartilage piercing, (Y/n) obviously encouraging all of them. The laughter from their reaction to Harry's freak out had started to die down as they all looked at each other.

"Hey (Y/n)? I don't think you've done anything tonight." Ginny coughed out, passing the bong to Hermione who was whining for it.

"O-oh um, maybe Luna could give me another piercing?" she stuttered out, praying to the gods that they didn't bring up anything to do with him. But as if they could hear her thoughts, Luna piped up.

"I think you should text Neville." she said, giving the girl a knowing smirk. (Y/n) sighed, relaxing her shoulders. That was all? Her and Neville texted occasionally although a lot of the time it was just her being on his way to buy from him. She pulled out her phone, opening her phone scrolling to the contact 'Nev the Plug' and beginning to type out a message.

"What should I say, just hi?" she asked, hitting send on the message before her friends could say anything, She lifted her head as she heard Ginny speak up.

"Oh no, no, no! You've gotta be a bit more bold than that! After that little stunt you made me pull? Ha!" she said, scooting next to the girl. They all hovered over her phone to stare at the screen. "You've gotta send anything we tell you."

"W-what?! That's ridiculous. Plus I doubt he'll resp-" she was cut off from the ding as she stared down at her phone. Everyone cooed and poked at her teasingly at the message.

'Hey cutie, what's up? Why're you up so late? Try to get some rest love💗

"Oh come on, he clearly likes you! 'Hey cutie'?!" Hermione said, scoffing as she stared at her friend. (Y/n) shrugged sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck.

"He always calls me stuff like that." she mumbled, looking away from them.

"Okay type this, are you ready?" (Y/n) nods, looking at Ginny, hovering her thumbs over the screen. "Nothing really. You know Nev, you're usually giving me weed but I wish there was something else you'd give me."

(Y/n) looked wide eyed at the words she had just typed, reluctantly hitting send. She prayed that he wouldn't respond for a while, squeaking as the notification sound went off. They all looked at her, pushing her and encouraging to open the message. She sighed when it was simple.

'Oh yeah? And what would that be exactly?'

"I-it's not too late to go back guys! I could say something nice like, yknow, a hug!" she tried to persuade them, groaning as she saw they weren't budging. "Hey! Give it back!" she screamed as Ginny stood tall, typing out a message quickly before giving her phone back to her. She gaped at she saw the words on the screen.

'You. I wanna feel you deep inside of me. Wish you'd fuck me all night long.'

"Ginny I would never say something like that!" sure, she had thought about it briefly. If briefly and every night were the same thing. She'd slide her hand into her underwear, wondering what it'd feel like if they were his finger or even better his..

"Yeah but you sure would think it. You're not all that innocent. I mean look at you, smoking from the bong to knock some edge off of your nerves." Luna said as it was simply a fact and not reading her to filth.

Eventually as they all began to drift off the bed, the embarrassment disappeared as they all began to fall asleep, exhaustion hitting them like a brick. She had even forgotten about the text until her phone dinged. She looked around her making sure her friend's were sleep as she read the message.

'Sorry it took me so long to reply. Was making sure my mates left. How bout you come to me now and I can do just that? I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you, pretty girl?'

She swallowed harshly, nerves flooding her. She could ignore it. She could turn her phone right back off and act like she never received the text and tell him the next morning that it wasn't her, that it was her friends. However, was she really going to turn away such a great offer?

She sighed, slipping on her slippers before she sparked the blunt and began to walk towards Neville's dorm.

-----------------------------

She stood outside of the large wooden door, wondering exactly what she'd say when he opened the door. Well, what do you say to the cute boy who deals you weed who you just so happen to be fucking in a mere few minutes. In her free hand, she knocked on the door lightly, shrieking when it was ripped open. There Neville stood looking way hotter than usual. Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was just her, but the sight of him stood there, shirtless in nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms with his shaggy hair all messy did not help the pooling that was happening between her legs.

"Hey. Figured it was you, you always walk really loudly when you're blazed. 'M surprised Filch didn't get to you before me." he chuckled, pulling her into the room. She took in the familiar scent of weed and flowers, both of which Neville grew within his dorm. It was ironic to think that the guy who always had bud on him was also the guy who'd sit there for hours, tending and caring for his plants. She looked up at him as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest.

"Come here love. You look so pretty tonight." he rasped out, trailing his large hands down her back side and under her dress. His hazel eyes widened slightly as he gripped at her bare ass, pinching it some. "No underwear? What a naughty girl you are." he chuckled out, lifting her dress above her head. (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest self consciously as he continued to stare at her. She didn't know if it was her fuzzy mind or her nerves but it felt like forever that he had been staring at her.

"I-I'm sorry. Is it not what you were expecting?" she whispered softly. She felt the tip of his thick fingers lift her chin up as the other hand uncrossed her arms.

"No it's just, bloody hell you're gorgeous. Are you sure you wanna do this...with me?" he asked, saying the last part softly. She mustered up some courage, stepping forward as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down some. She placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away with a soft grin.

"Nothing would make me happier than having you fuck me senseless right now."

Neville growled, lifting her up as he pinned her against the door. He sucked on her bottom lip before leaning in, kissing her deeply. She moaned softly tangling her dainty fingers in his hair as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their tongues danced around in sync, Neville's rapturing hers as it pleased. He sucked on her muscle before pulling away, a trail of saliva connecting their lips. He sat down on the bed, pulling her into his lap.

"You don't understand how long I've wanted to do this. I've been dreaming of this moment every night and now that it's here, merlin, I'm a lucky bloke." she smiled at his words, looking away as her face heat up. Her thoughts started to get to her though, was he only interested in sleeping with her?

"U-um actually Neville, I don't think it's right for me to do this without telling you. I um..I really like you. I don't think I can do this if this is all that'll be of us. I don't want to just be your 4am bootyc-" she was cut off by a familiar pair of soft pink lips on her own as he grasped her face, stroking her cheek gently.

"Can't you see that I'm mad for you, princess? I wouldn't just be up at this time for anyone. I absolutely adore you. I don't go around giving discounts and free weed to every girl that comes to me." He trailed his hands up and down her waist before gripping it tightly. "Then again, you're not just some girl." he mumbled, beginning to trail open mouth kisses down her neck, stopping to bite and suck along her collarbone. (Y/n) began to whine and moan, rubbing her cunt along his lap. The fabric of his crotch region was completely soaked through due to her messy cunny dripping and oozing all on top of him.

"S-sorry. I was already horny and when I'm high it just gets worse. So sensitive." she muttered, hiding her face in his neck. He chuckled, grazing his thumb against her slit eliciting a whimper from her lips.

"What a messy little thing. Your pussy's dripping everywhere. As much as I'd love to taste it, I have no clue when my room mates will be back so we've gotta make this quick." He felt as she tensed in his arms, rubbing her back soothingly. "Don't worry love, I'm still gonna make you feel good." he slid two fingers in her, surprised as they went in easily. She felt her face heat up as she looked away from him sheepishly.

"C-couldn't help myself. I was so horny earlier but I couldn't make myself cum. Wanted you to." she stuttered out. She looked down as Neville lifted her slightly to pull out his cock, gasping at the size of him. His cock was long and fat and in its current state, rock hard. She eagerly crawled hovering over him, sinking down on him quickly. They both moaned in unison, feeling overly sensitive due to their cloudy state.

Neville gripped at her hips, guiding her up and down along him. After a while, he got impatient and wrapped his arms around her waist, jack hammering his cock into her. She shrieked out a moan, scratching and digging her nails into his back.

"S-so good Nev! M-more. Deeper!" she moaned, crying out as he bit and sucked along her neck. (Y/n) sneaked a shaky hand between her legs, beginning to rub at her clit until she felt a large hand remove hers, replacing it with his own.

"Let me take care of you, baby. I've got you, relax." he spoke. She could barely make out what he was saying as her eyes filled with tears of overstimulation. She met his thrust eagerly causing the boy to let out a long moan. He gripped at her hips harder, thrusting impossibly hard as he felt her clench around him. "Go head pretty girl, cum. Cum for me, petal." he said through gritted teeth, feeling his own release coming as well. She began to whine, chasing the orgasm she'd be craving.

Finally as on que, her orgasm came crashing down on her in one big wave. She felt herself drown in the feeling, stars dancing across her vision. She gasped, crying more as she felt Neville's warm cum, spill deep inside of her making her feel impossibly full. (Y/n) leaned into his embrace, relaxing as he soothed and cooed at her.

Meanwhile back at her dorm:

"That little minx! She actually went through with it." Ginny said in disbelief as they looked down at her phone. (Y/n) had snapped them a picture of her head on a chest- which couldn't be anyone but Neville- with the caption 'I have no regrets💖'

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lies - b.h.

so this was requested and i'm really sorry it took so long to write i didn't know how to write it for a while especially because i was busy at the time and i was super depressed. I finally managed to finish it so that's all that matters

requested: yes

Hiya, I saw your requests were opened and I’ve been in need of some seriously heartbreaking story so and I was wondering if you could do like a really angsty Ben fic. Something like Ben cheats on reader with a mutual friend of theirs or something like that, if you want to. Thanks. 😁

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warnings: cheating, angst, swearing??

# of words: 1,275

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Recently Ben had been gone and out a lot longer than he usually would’ve and this was something that Y/N had taken notice over the past several days. Whenever she wanted to be with him and spend the night with him, he would always make up excuses as to why he couldn’t.

“Sorry babe, I already promised them I’d go to the pub with them.”

“Babe, I got some stuff with my agent to figure out so i’ll be back”

“Yeah, i just have some reshoots to do, they won’t take long”

“I hate to do this babe, but mum, dad, and Michael are in town and i want to spend some time with them” was the one he had told her this time as he put his shoes on

They were always some excuse that he was saying to get out of doing things with her. It wasn’t all the time but it was when she had something planned for the both of them that something important for him came up. Ben always suggested that she go with one of her friends but some of them were also busy or out of town enjoying being on vacation

“Oh, okay. Well give them my best if they don’t come around here.” she smiled, disappointment in her voice but trying to hide it with a glimmer of happiness

“Will do, bye” and just like that she was alone in their apartment again.

There wasn’t much for her to do whenever he left because everything in their place was clean, she had no work, Frankie just came back from a walk and had dinner. It was just her and a date with terrible reality tv and take out. The entire time she had thought about texting ben but she didn’t want to bother him if he was out with his family who he hasn’t seen in a while. Hovering over one of her and Ben’s mutual friends, who were still in town, she pressed on her messages and sent her a text asking if they wanted to hang out together. 

“Hey are you busy?”

It took about 15 minutes for Y/N to get a response back

“Um, yeah i’m with a guy right now. Sorry.”

“No, don't worry at all, I understand. Make sure to use protection ;)”

“Talk to you later bye.”

And there she was again, all alone. Instead of feeling sorry for herself, she got up and went to their bedroom and changed. Y/N thought going out by herself would have been a good thing for herself instead. Changing out of her current clothes, she put on something that wasn’t too casual but was still nice enough to be out for the night. 

When she arrived she had swore she heard someone’s laugh that sounded like Ben’s but it could’ve been another guy because all guys tend to sort of  have the same laugh, right? Taking a seat, she had ordered her favorite drink and began to mind her business. It wasn’t quiet seeing it was around the nighttime but it wasn’t loud either since it was only a Thursday night before the weekend. The people there were about her age and a few people a little older wanting to relive their youth again but what caught her eye again was someone who had the same profile and built as Ben, but he was with his family so it was maybe her mind that was playing a trick on her. Ignoring it, she went back to her drink and took in her surroundings. She held a brief conversation with the bartender before deciding to go over to where she thought Ben was. When she arrived at his location, she tapped him on the shoulder so she would be able to see his face.

“Ben?” she asked before continuing

“Is that you?”

“Oh shit, it’s-”

“It’s not what it looks like right? Is that what you mean? Why did I just see you kissing her?”

“I wasn't, I promise you. You’re just overthinking it and being confused with what you saw. Nothing is happening between us” he said with a small laugh hoping that it’ll convince her 

“BEN! Please cut the bullshit! You’re an actor, if you wanted to lie you can do better than what you’re doing right now and you, why? You introduced us and wanted us to date and now you did this?”

“Y/N please. I didn’t mean to it just happened one night when”

“One night? One fucking night? Tell me Ben when was this? Was it when you decided to go and hang out with your mates? When you had to go for reshoots in America? Or when you couldn’t make it to my birthday because of a family emergency that you didn’t even let me go with to support you?”

“Since last year” he spoke, voice barely above a whisper causing him to look down and tears to leave Y/N’s eyes

“You know what? Fuck you Benjamin jones and fuck you too” she voiced to the two who she couldn’t even look in the eyes anymore. Shaking her head, she left, but was soon stopped as ben got up and grabbed her arm trying to pull her back so they could talk

“Can we please talk about this?” 

“I’d rather not. I’m going to go home, and I want you out by the end of the week-”

“I’m sorry”

“No, I’m sorry that I fell for you, your charm, and your lies. Hopefully I won’t have to ever see either one of you again and I hope you live a great life together” she finished, hiding the pain behind her smile as tears continued to fall from her eyes

When Y/N got home, she immediately broke down, sliding down against the door as sobs left her mouth and letting the tears leave her eyes. Her face wet with tears, breath caught in her throat as she tried to understand what had just happened to her back at the bar to where she is now. Her chest felt tight as she continued to cry and let out sob after sob. After a few moments of crying, Y/N wiped her eyes and nose before getting up and walking to the bathroom and took a look at her appearance and seeing her eyes were red, blotchy, and swollen. Makeup was smeared around her eyes to show her how much she has cried and what it has done to her. 

Y/N later was in her and Ben’s bedroom and grabbed a suitcase to fill it with some clothes and her stuff. She didn’t even care what she was putting in there as long as they were clothes for how long she was going to be gone. She had a feeling that something was up with him but she couldn’t figure out if her gut feeling was right or if it was just her brain making up scenarios to make her anxiety spike. It took her a bit to get everything she needed due to her starting to feel her chest tighten and throat close at times whenever she saw the pictures of her and ben together that were on their dresser causing her anger to come out and slam them down so she didn’t have to look at his face.

Taking one last look at the room, she left and locked the door, hoping to have the locks changed by the next week. Y/N took out her phone and called the only person she would be able to trust

“Hey, are you still in town?”

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 7

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Derek was alive. I let out a shaky breath as I used a tree to get back onto my feet. 

“Derek…” I whispered. He stood on the hill, his shoulders rising and falling as he slowed down his breathing. Even though my legs were shaking from almost being mauled to death, I started walking towards him. And the walk turned into a run as I made my way to him. I stopped just short of him. Our eyes met and all my fear was washed away by overwhelming joy. 

“You’re okay.” I grinned, “You’re alive.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Derek slowly slid his arms around my waist, holding me close. He turned his head, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke. 

“We need to talk.”

-

After taking Scott home, Derek and him talked and agreed on something. They would work together and kill the alpha to cure Scott. I sent a quick text to Stiles to tell him I was alright and Scott was calm. 

Derek had offered to drive me home, the drive there was filled with his energy that I had never felt before, it was electrifying. I was just happy that he was alive. Once we were on the street the Stilinski’s lived on, I made him park a little bit back from the house in case Uncle Noah came home. 

“When did you start seeing it? The visions.” He asked, putting the car in park. 

“They started the night I last saw you. I am always looking through your eyes, feeling what you feel.” I leaned back against the headrest, looking at him. He seemed frustrated and upset. His lips were tight, but there was that look in his eyes that had made him look young and afraid. 

“What have you seen?” 

“I saw you talking to your uncle, you were agitated and felt lost. I saw you talking with this woman about your sister, you were angry and had so much guilt balled up in your chest. And I-… I felt the alpha attack you. I could not even describe the fear you felt then.” Derek’s hands were tightly gripping onto the steering wheel, it almost looked like he was blinking back tears. He felt weak, why I could feel that now I didn’t understand. 

“Derek, what’s happening? I don’t understand why I’m seeing parts of your life.” I turned fully in my seat. 

“It’s not uncommon among werewolves.” He said. 

“But I’m not a werewolf.” 

Derek shifted in his seat so he was facing me, “What it is… It’s a connection of two. Think of it like-”

“Soulmates?” I inserted the word.

He nodded, “But for werewolves it is supposed to happen after a mating ritual.” 

“I think I can imagine what that is.” I blew out a breath, “So… why me? Why us? If it’s not possible then how?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because high stress situations have been putting us together.” 

“Do you see visions of me?” I was really hoping he hadn’t been seeing me cry over him. 

“I have.” Crap. “The night the alpha attacked me and then tonight.” He paused and sighed, “I felt this intense pull in my chest to find you. You needed me to come to you.” 

“I thought I was going to die tonight. I thought that Scott was going to kill me.” I shook my head, “My luck is pretty crap.” 

“I found you each time, didn’t I?” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. 

“I guess you’re right.” I smiled and looked down at my lap, “Seems pretty inconvenient for you though. Saving me all the time.” 

“It’s not.” He reached over, tilting my face to look at him, “Whenever you need me, I will be there.” 

“I thought you needed to focus on finding the alpha, so that you couldn’t be selfish.” My breath hitched when he moved forward, pressing his forehead to mine. 

“It seems the universe had a different plan for us.” He paused, “I can’t promise you everything all at once. After we take down the alpha, after I have some time to come to peace with other things, then we could take the time to explore…whatever this is.” He leaned back in his seat. 

“That is, if those idiots don’t get me arrested first.” 

I chuckled a little, “They may be idiots. But they’re still just kids. No matter how many times Stiles tells me he’s a man, he is still a sucker for Spice Girls.” I unbuckled my seat belt, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, “But you didn’t hear that from me.” 

Derek grinned and nodded, “Right of course.” His smile was so… it suited him to smile. After all the grim and stern looks, I wanted to be able to make him smile everyday. I closed the door, leaning into the window.

“Smiling suits you.” I stood up and patted the top of the car. He dropped the smile, and chewed on his cheek. 

“Just remember, if you need me, I’ll know and I’ll be on my way.” I nodded, turning away and walking home. 

-

Did I ever think that I would be in a car chase? Absolutely not. But was I in a car chase with Kate Argent with Scott and Stiles while Derek was on the run from Uncle Noah? Absolutely. I was in the back of Derek’s Camaro, headset on with a police radio scanner from the Stilinksi’s basement. It was an older model and out of use but it could still pick up radio. 

“They’re chasing him on foot, heading northwest.” I shouted to Scott, holding onto the radio as we raced through downtown. In pursuit was Kate Argent. 

“Faster?” Scott asked, gripping the steering wheel. 

“Much faster.” Stiles answered, watching out the back window. Scott seemed to go a little faster, but the other car was still catching up.

“Scott, I don’t think you’re grasping the concept of a car chase, here…” Stiles said nervously. 

If I go faster, I’ll kill us!” Scott shouted, clearly panicking. Stiles leaned forward.

“Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!” Scott pressed down on the pedal, but Kate Argent and her team seemed to divert away and left them. 

“They’re gone.” A new message came over the radio: “All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works.”

“He’s in the Iron works.” I called, and suddenly my vision clouded.

Derek ran but was stopped by a flash bang, blinding him, shots rang out.

“And hurry, Chris Argent’s got him cornered.”

“How do you know that?” Stiles asked, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“I’ll explain later.” Scott turned sharply, stopping the car. Derek was behind a forklift, shots ringing out towards them. 

“Get in!” Stiles shouted. Derek hurriedly got in the car, Scott speeding off before he even finished closing the door. 

“What part of “laying low” don’t you understand?!” Scott said in an exasperated voice. 

“Damn it!” Derek growled, “I had him!”

“Who? The Alpha?” Stiles leaned forward, I pulled him back, pointing to his seat belt. He rolled his eyes but put it on. 

Yes!” He said impatiently, “He was right in front of me, and the friggin’ police showed up.”

“Whoa! Hey, they’re just doing their jobs-” Stiles defended his dad. 

“Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!” He shouted to Scott. 

Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it.” Scott said defensively. 

“All right. How did you find him?” Stiles asked Derek. 

Scott scoffed, “Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?”

“Yeah, both of us!” Derek glared back at him, making Stiles shrink back into his seat, “Or, just him. I’ll be back here.” Derek glanced back at me. I nodded for him to tell.

“Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris.”

“Our chemistry teacher?” Stiles was back leaning forward. 

“Why him?” Scott asked. 

“I don’t know yet.”

“What’s the second?”

“Some kind of symbol.” Derek pulled a piece of paper with a drawing on it. It looked like a family crest with a wolf and sun. Scott stared at it. 

“What? You know what this is?”

“I’ve seen it on a necklace. Allison’s necklace.” Scott looked back at the road. 

- 

I sat at my desk, getting some papers ready for tonight’s lacrosse game, when I heard knocking at my window. I turned quickly and sighed when it wasn’t, in fact, a murderer. Derek looked around and knocked again impatiently. I quickly opened the window and pulled him inside. 

“What the hell are you doing?” I whispered, “My uncle is here, you know, the one that wants you arrested.” He grunted as he got up, closing the window and the curtains, setting a pile of books on my desk. 

“This was Stiles’ idiot plan so blame him.” 

“He was right, you are kind of a sour wolf.” I laughed, he was very unamused. 

“Okay, I’m sorry. Stay here, I’ll go grab you water and something to eat. You’re starving.” I turned to the door but stopped, turning back to face him. 

“How do I know you’re starving?” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

“Probably the same way I can talk to you like this.” His voice echoed in my head, I jumped and pointed at him. 

“Warning! Some warning would be nice!” I gave him a scolding look and went out into the hallway, quietly shutting the door behind me. 

As I was making Derek a sandwich, Stiles bolted through the door and upstairs. I sighed and finished the food, heading upstairs. 

As I got to the top, Uncle Noah came out from around a corner, “Hey Stiles!” He called and then noticed me, “Hey (Y/N).” He looked down at the sandwich, “I didn’t know you liked ham and…thick cut beef jerky sandwiches.” I looked down at the sandwich. 

“Uh yeah, I just figured out I liked it.” I grabbed the sandwich and took a bite. I hummed and chewed it, even though I rather spit it back out. 

“I’ll have to pick some up next time I’m out. My buddy at the station makes it.” I nodded and continued to chew. That would explain why it was heavy on the pepper. That guy should really stick to his day job.

Stiles mumbled something from his room as he came out. 

“What’d you say?” Uncle Noah asked. 

Stiles leaned on the doorway, “What? I said “Yo, D-Dad.”

Uncle Noah sighed, “Listen, I’ve got something I’ve got to take care of, but I’m gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game.” He smiled 

Stiles nodded, “My first game… Uh, it’s great! Awesome. Uh, good!”

 “I’m very happy for you. And I’m really proud of you.” He said sincerely. If I didn’t have this terrible jerky in my mouth, I would be more emotional. 

“Thanks. Me too. I’m happy and proud of myself.”

“So, they’re really gonna let you play, right?”

“Yeah, Dad, I’m first line! Believe that?” 

“I’m very proud.”

“Oh, me, too. Again, I’m-” Stiles came forward, forcing Uncle Noah into an incredibly awkward, “Huggie, huggie, huggie…” 

“See you there.” Uncle Noah pulled away, heading downstairs.  

“Take it easy.” He said as he left. I waited until I heard the front door close to spit the mush back onto my plate. The jerky looked just as intact as it had when it went in my mouth. 

“Oh my god, that’s the worst thing I’ve ever tasted.” I went back downstairs and threw out that abomination and the rest of it that was in the fridge. For as long as I live, Uncle Noah will be bringing home that jerky for me to eat. But that was a sacrifice I was willing to make to make him happy. I made a different sandwich with edible toppings this time and made it upstairs to see Derek grumbling and broody as usual. I handed him the plate. He took it then sniffed the air. 

“What smells like death?” He asked. I covered my mouth. 

“Don’t ask, just know that it will never hurt anyone ever again.” 

-

After many rounds of tooth brushing and mouthwash, the death smell was extinguished. When I came back in, Danny from the lacrosse team was sitting at the computer with Stiles and Derek was sitting in the corner, reading. 

“You want me to do what?” Danny asked, “Hey (Y/N).” He greeted me before looking back at Stiles. I nodded and waved. 

“Trace a text.”

“I came here to do lab work– that’s what lab partners do.”

“And we will!” He paused, “Once you trace the text.” 

And what makes you think I know how?”

“I-I looked up your arrest report, so-”

“I-I was thirteen. They dropped the charges.” He said defensively. 

“Whatever.”

“No, we’re doing lab work.”

“Oh, my…” Stiles sighed, looking at the computer. I sighed and grabbed a book from the pile that Derek had. It looked old, the pages were yellowed. I turned to a random page and browsed, listening in on Stiles and Danny. 

“Who’s that again?” Danny whispered. Stiles looked back at Derek, then back to Danny. 

“Um, my cousin…Miguel.” He lied. Derek glanced up at them, then back to the book. I bit my lip to keep my giggles back. Derek’s eyes shot me a warning glance. 

“Is that blood on his shirt?” Danny asked. My eyes widened. I hadn’t realized it but his grey long sleeve shirt had spots of blood. 

“Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds.” Stiles looked back at Derek, “Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts.” He looked pointedly towards his dresser. Derek closed the book on his lap and set it aside. He stood up, went to Stiles’ dresser and took his shirt off, revealing the triskelion tattoo between his shoulder blades. And it seems like I wasn’t the only one appreciating that it was off either. Danny was taking quick glances towards Derek. 

“So, anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably-”

“Uh, Stiles…?” Derek said, holding a button down shirt in his hands. 

“Yes?” Stiles asked innocently.

“This… no fit!” He said irritably, tugging the shirt. I covered my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut. It was cruel to be in this situation and not laugh.

‘Then try something else on!” Stiles turned back to Danny, “Sorry.” Derek found a blue and orange striped collared shirt. 

“Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?” Derek looked incredibly beyond pissed, but that anger was directed at Stiles so this just kept getting better and better. I was nearly in tears.  Was Stiles using Danny’s sexuality to his advantage? Yes, and we would have a talk about that later, but right now it was too damn funny.

“Huh.” Danny avoided looking at Derek, trying not to get caught staring. 

“The shirt?”

Danny looked over, “It’s… it’s not really his color…” Derek removed the shirt.

“You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don’t you, Danny-boy?” Stiles whispered to him when they were both turned towards the computer. 

Danny sighed, “You’re a horrible person.”

“I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text…”

“Stiles!” Derek said, frustrated, “None of these fit!”

“I’ll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text.” Stiles gave him the information and after some typing and clicks, “There. The text came from a computer. This one.” Derek and I came up behind the two after he found a dark grey shirt that managed to fit. 

“Registered to that account name?” Derek asked. Danny nodded. 

“No, no, no, no. That can't be right.”

“Scott’s mom?” I asked. Right there, Melissa McCall. Danny left soon after, a pink blush to his cheeks. Stiles walked him out. 

I grabbed my lacrosse bag, getting ready to leave to get to the game. Hopefully I could give Stiles a few minutes before Coach kicked him back to second line for being late. Derek stood in my path. 

“Was that situation funny to you?” He glared, tilting his head to the side. 

“Uh, after the fact, no.” I giggled a little, “But at the time it was really funny.” He wasn’t laughing. I cleared my throat. 

“Alright, I’m sorry. It wasn’t right of me to laugh.” I patted his chest, “But he was right, blue and orange are not your colors.” He grabbed my wrist, keeping my hand on his chest. 

“And what exactly are my colors?” His expression had softened. I smiled and hummed, thinking for a moment. 

“Dark red, burgundy. Greys. Maybe blue, just not that shirt. Never again.” I looked down, “You know it’s not Scott’s mom, right?” 

He nodded, “I know.” 

“And as much of a pain as he is, Stiles is like family to me. And I have this terrible feeling in my chest that something’s going to go wrong tonight.” I bunched up his shirt in my hand, “Please keep him safe. And you should be careful too.”

“It won’t take too long. We just need to get security footage.” 

“I’m serious, Derek.” I pulled my hand away, “I have a dark feeling. And I’m scared.” 

“And I believe you.” He reassured me, “I’ll make sure Stiles comes back in one piece. I promise.” 

I breathed in deeply, and let it out, “Okay.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my forehead. I really hoped that this feeling was wrong. 

-

I stood with Scott in the corner of the locker room. Or at least I think that’s where we were. Coach made me wear a blindfold to “protect my eyes from men”.

“Did you get the picture?” Scott asked, referring to the picture he had taken of Allison’s necklace that he stole.

“Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing.” Stiles said. 

“Hey, is there something on the back of it? There’s gotta be something– an inscription, an opening, something…” Derek asked.

“No, no, the thing’s flat. And, no, it doesn’t open. There’s nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You’re supposed to be here. You’re first line.”

“Where the hell is Bilinski?!” Coach shouted from his office. 

“Man, you’re not gonna play if you’re not here to start.”

“I can only buy you so much time, Stiles.” I said into the phone. 

“I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him… tell him I’ll be there, I’ll just be a little bit late, okay?”

“Loud and clear.” I sighed. 

“Alright, thanks.” Stiles hung up the phone. 

I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head, “He’s not gonna make it. First game his dad shows up to and he’s not gonna make it.” I poked Scott in the chest, “You owe him big time for this.” I felt at the wall, making my way back in the ( I think) direction of Finstock’s office.

-

I sat in the office, fiddling with my thumbs when I felt it again. That painful fear in my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut. 

“Stiles, get out of there right now! It’s him! He’s the Alpha! Get out!” Derek shouted into the phone. He cursed and got out of the Jeep, running inside. His heart was beating fast and a terrible realization was going through his head. His own Uncle killed his sister. It had been him all along, how could he have missed it? Derek ran inside, punching the nurse that had been taking care of his Uncle and helping him in his crimes. She fell to the floor, out cold.

“That’s not nice. She’s my nurse.” I looked at the man who I had seen from the previous vision but now he was walking and talking and Derek was scared. 

“She’s a psychotic bitch helping you kill people.” I looked at Stiles, “Get out of the way.” 

“Oh, damn…” Stiles squeaked. Derek launched himself at his uncle only to be grabbed and slammed into one wall and then another. Peter picked him up by the throat and slid him across the room on his back. I saw Peter’s attention go back to Stiles. Derek pushed himself up, punching Peter in the nose. It didn’t seem to phase him. Peter headbutted Derek and kicked him in the stomach. Sending him back into another wall. Pain spread through my back. But Derek still stood up, spitting blood. He threw punches at Peter but they were dodged, he grabbed Derek’s wrist and bent it back, fracturing it. He went down to his knees. Peter then grabbed him and threw him through a pane of glass.

I gasped and sat back, holding my arm tightly. It felt like it was broken but it wasn’t my arm that had been broken. It was Derek’s 

Out of the field, Coach called for a huddle. 

“Scott.” I tried to grab his attention, but from the looks he was giving Jackson, it meant that he probably knew something. 

“Let’s go! Huddle up! Let’s go! Big night! Big night! get in here, (Y/L/N).” Coach pulled my arm into the huddle. 

“Ready? Say it so they can hear it! Hands in!” We all put our hands in the middle of the circle, “What are we?”

“WE ARE LACROSSE!” They shouted. 

“All right, take the field! Let’s go!” Coach sent them out. It was too late to tell Scott who the alpha was and there was no way I could slip away to help without Coach noticing. Derek was getting his ass kicked and there was nothing I could do to help him. 

“You gotta get out of there. Grab Stiles and run.” I thought hard, hoping that I could send my thoughts to him. I heard nothing back so my heart sank even deeper.

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The Stars Made Us (Part 9)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2462

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​​​  and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence​​​​, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​​​ and @arrow-guy​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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Your morning routine began. You opened all the drapes in the house, got Charles up, got the serum from Hank, gave it to Charles, and started on his breakfast. Today was fruit, yogurt, and granola, with tea. 

As soon as Hank and Charles sat down to eat, you were sipping coffee at the breakfast table. 

“I need to go into town to get groceries and some other things. Does anyone need anything?” you asked. 

“Could you grab some more bread and peanut butter?” Hank requested.

“On it, blue man,” you said with a smile as you jotted down the items. 

“Also, could we have something sweet?” Charles asked. 

“Sweet? Sure, anything in mind?” 

“Whatever you want to make is fine. Just a dessert of any kind,” he stated nonchalantly. 

“Okay, will do.” You made note to find something sweet. 

“I’m going to be bored while you’re gone,” he commented with a sly smile. “You do keep my days busy.” 

You raised your eyebrows in thought before clearing your throat. “Have you perhaps given any thought to… well maybe going back to work?” 

Hank immediately stopped eating, his eyes dashing between you two as Charles slowed the motion from his hand to his mouth. 

Hank began, “Oh, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. He just got back on his serum, with his powers and everything. I’m not sure--”

“Actually, I had toyed with the idea a bit,” Charles informed.

“Really?” Hank asked, surprised. 

“Well, why not? I’m capable. It’s time I went back. Y/N here can’t keep paying for all our groceries and we’ll need money for utilities and such soon. I need to give you a wage too, Hank unless you’d like to return to work.” 

“I could do a few hours outside of the mansion, if that’s alright with you,” he suggested. 

“Absolutely. You aren’t slave to this house, and neither are you, Y/N. If you need to go back to your home to take care of your work, I would understand. I don’t need you losing your job over me.” 

“My work is fine,” you assured him. “I’m here for you and only you.” You reached across the table and held his hand. “Do you have any idea what you’d go do?”

“Possibly teach at a local college, maybe get into some research,” he suggested.

“That sounds great. Would you like me to help?” 

“I’ll see what I can get done on my own and if I get stuck, I’ll let you know,” he informed with a smile. 

And so it began. He went and got a haircut, making him fall into the role you thought had pictured him in -- a young, well educated, clean cut man. It some how made him sexier. Not that the long hair looked bad on him, but it represented a dark time in his life. He got several suits dry cleaned and he began to go on interviews. He had about six in one week, and by Friday he took one of the job offers to work with a university that was only an hour away. He spent his days there while you tidied up the mansion, ran errands, made meals, and did a little bit of remote psychiatry. 

Hank sought out work and found a spot doing some contract work for the military. He was to design a new aircraft for them. 

By now, you’d been with Hank and Charles for one month, the routine rather simple. You tried to make sure to keep up contact with Charles every day. Whether it was breakfast, dinner, or telling him goodnight. You wanted that proactive, positive interaction. 

One day, you decided that now that Charles was out of his deep depression, maybe you could get to know each other better in a less therapy-styled way. So it occurred to you to have a dinner date. 

Up until now, you’d refrained from telling him you loved him, outwardly. You mentioned it in passing, and of course you’d voiced that you did love him, but you never actually just stopped to tell him point blank, “I love you.” He seemed a little gun shy about it. Every time you brought up love, being mates, having a history, he seemed to ignore it. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, and you weren’t here just to start being romantic. You were here to help him find himself and get back on his feet. As soon as you picked up on the fact that he wasn’t keen on getting lovey dovey yet, you backed off. 

Actually, come to think of it, he had never confessed any feelings at all towards you. Sure, he sent flirtatious messages, called you ‘love’ ‘darling’ ‘sweetheart’ ‘dove’, but he never once said he loved you, not in the last ten years, and not in the last month. You just assumed with the rate at which you kept in contact, and the romantic messages, and the fact that you were soulmates it was a given that he loved you. Yet, now, you realized maybe he wasn’t in love with you at all. Maybe not yet, maybe not ever. 

Now that he seemed to be doing a bit better though, you thought it might be time to start easing into the romantic side of things. Maybe he just needed a nudge, maybe he wasn’t sure if you were ready to hear it. 

You asked Hank if he could take a night in the city, and give you two some privacy. He agreed politely and you set to work on dinner, hoping it would be ready in time when Charles got home. 

You readied a very small table in the middle of his massive kitchen with a white linen cloth, two candle sticks, and a rose in a small vase you’d found deep in the pantry. By the time you were getting ready to set everything on the table, Charles had already walked in. 

He sat his briefcase down with a peculiar smile as he watched you rush around, putting his hands in his pockets. 

“What’s all this?” he asked and you whirled, blushing slightly. 

You stared at him for a moment, completely awestruck at his gorgeousness. He looked fantastic in his suit for work. 

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you answered, “It’s dinner. I thought it might be nice to, uh, reconnect.” 

“Reconnect, hmm?” he mused as he walked forward. “That sounds like a fantastic idea.” 

“Well then take a seat and I’ll get the food over to you.” 

Charles did exactly as you asked and you walked over with a roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans. Once everything was plated and ready, you sat down across from him. 

“So, what’s new at work?” you asked, hoping to spark some more conversations with him. You desperately missed how close you two used to be. 

“Not much.” He began to bite into his food, chewing it carefully. “My, this is delicious. You learned cooking from your father, right?” 

“Right,” you agreed. “My mom cooks too, but she doesn’t exactly enjoy it. She only did it when my dad had to work late. My dad loves it though.” 

“How are your parents?” he asked, so casually, as if he’d met them a million times. 

“Doing rather well. They’re starting to consider retirement. I was going to pitch in and give them some money each month.” 

His eyes cast down and a sorrowful look shadowed his expression. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” you asked, wanting to reach towards him and comfort him.

“I just realized I haven’t asked you one thing about yourself since you arrived,” he commented in an astonished voice. “What kind of a person--what kind of a mate does that? I don’t even know where you’re working. I haven’t asked what you do during the day. I… I just let you exist in my home as my nanny without asking you anything. I let you cook, clean, care for me. You’re basically my nurse and that is abhorrent. You’re...Well, you’re the love of my life,” he noted with warmth in his eyes.

Time stood still. 

He said that? Did he truly just say that to you? Sure, you two loved each other. You knew he loved you. You just weren’t sure you’d ever hear those words come from his mouth. 

Nothing could’ve prepared you for it. You two had been on such different wavelengths lately… well, for a year. He was wrapped up in his own grief, and you were wrapped up in yours. Then you met and his grief stayed while yours shifted into something else, some other new kind of hurt. You had no idea how long it might take to drag him from his darkness. How long before you saw the Charles that wrote you late at night and checked on you throughout the day? 

Yet, here he was. Thoughtful and kind as ever, and you weren’t ready for the emotion, the words that just tumbled from the one man you’d ever loved.  

You smiled down at your food with a laugh. “It’s fine, Charles. You’ve been busy. You’re healing.” 

“Precisely the point. It’s been all about me since you arrived and that just isn’t bloody fair now, is it?”

All you did was slightly shrug and cock your head to the side. You didn’t think of it that way. Sure, you missed your long talks and getting to know each other, but you weren’t here for that. You were here for Charles and to help him get back on his feet. 

“So, tell me. What is it you’re doing these days?” he prodded, a proud smile on his face as he ate. 

“I’m doing psychiatry,” you informed evenly. “I have my own private practice but when I came up to see you, I all but turned my patients over to a colleague of mine. She still sends me files to look at, and I still help in diagnosis, but from afar.”

“I’m terribly sorry,” he apologized. “I don’t want you to lose your dream because of me,” he said. 

You reached forward, grabbing at nothing in particular. “Oh, no. It’s fine. I’ll always have patients.” 

“Are you sure? If you need to go back home I can… I can get by,” he assured. Both of you took note of the weight of that statement. You returning home meant unfinished business. Would you return? Would you move in? If so, when? How? How would you leave a life behind? You always knew one day you might have to for Charles, but you had never really given it much thought. 

“They’ll be fine without me for a little while longer,” you guaranteed. 

“So tell me all about it,” he urged again, the excitement back in his expression. “Has it been everything you dreamed of? How is it being independent?” 

You laughed happily at his enthusiasm before diving in. It was refreshing to talk to him about your life, to get a glimpse of the way things used to be for a bit. You weren’t sure if this was how things would stay, or if you’d ever get back to before his disappearance, but for now, for tonight, this was alright. 

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The two of you wrapped up dinner and he helped you clean the kitchen. 

“I’ve never done this,” he admitted as he stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up, helping you load the dishwasher. 

“What? The dishes?” 

“Cleaned,” he clarified before looking at you. It made you laugh loudly and he joined in simultaneously.

“You can’t be serious,” you accused. “Never? Certainly you cleaned your room as a boy, or while the school was going on?” 

He shook his head, raising his eyebrows. “I had a maid as a child, Raven typically took care of housework. Then when the school started, some of the kids pitched in to work in the kitchen, and Hank helped to manage them. My mother never set foot in a kitchen in her life. Always had a chef, and always had a maid.” 

“Sounds like quite the life,” you mused as you put a dish in. 

“What it sounds like is that I was spoiled and wasn’t taught how to be independent and that I’m an expert in taking things for granted,” he stated. 

You made a sad smile, one that he couldn’t quite see from his angle. 

“Especially you,” he said, his voice dripping with guilt. His hands wrapped around your shoulders, forcing you to stand up and look him in the eye. “I wasted a year of our time together, and I’ve spent far too many weeks dwelling in my own mistakes. I won’t squander another moment of our time.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then,” you concurred with a warm grin. 

As you started the dishwasher, you did a quick once over to affirm that everything else was put up, wiped down, and swept. Once you were satisfied, you began to walk out of the kitchen. Charles was beside you and suddenly his hand was down beside yours, inviting you to take his hand. 

It felt so foreign and strange. Physical intimacy was totally new for you. You’d been saving yourself for Charles for over ten years. Now that romantic intimacy was happening, you didn’t know how to feel. 

On the other side, holding his hand felt so right you thought you would implode. You’d wanted to touch Charles the moment his handwriting showed up on your skin. A sensation of calmness swept over you and nothing had ever felt so right. 

All too soon you were at Charles’s bedroom door. 

“Well this is me,” he said with a cheeky grin. 

“Yes, I suppose it is.”

“I’d love to do this again tomorrow… Not the backbreaking dinner, but the… well the conversation was nice,” he noted, his hands now back in his pocket. 

“Me too.” 

The two of you stood there like awkward teenagers, blushing and slightly laughing. “Well, goodnight,” he finally said before making a movement towards his door. He opened it, stepped inside, and was about to close it when you blurted something out. 

“I love you more than I could ever express,” you quickly spouted.

The door stopped closing, then it slightly opened, exposing Charles’s form. 

“You do?” he asked, not so much shocked as… as if he wanted confirmation. 

You couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh and shake your head. “Well… of course.” You frowned at him. “What else would you call this?” 

“Madness,” he mused. 

“I am mad for you,” you agreed. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t madly in love.” 

“That’s...uh… that’s good to know,” he said with a smile before bidding you a final good night.

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When I Have You - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

Dublin. 

That was where Ron and Harry found themselves on their very first mission on Christmas Eve. They'd been given their destination only hours earlier, told to take with them only what they would need and nothing more. Then they'd been given the coordinates to a dainty wizarding pub in the heart of the city, where they'd be sharing a room for the next two nights. 

It wasn't the fanciest of places, nor was it the cleanest, but it would do for their first time away. 

"Not bad," Harry said. "Not what I expected, but —"

"Not bad at all," Ron agreed, throwing his bag onto one of the beds. It creaked in a way it shouldn't have with something so light on it. He grimaced. "Though, my own bed is looking very tempting at the moment."

"Ha! Yeah." Harry sat on the second bed, which also creaked, sinking so low it almost touched the ground.

Ron laughed. “I s’pose we have to get used to things like this.”

Harry stood up again, eyeing the bed reproachfully, then looked up at Ron. “When do you think we’ll hear the next instructions?”

Ron shrugged. “I guess when everyone has arrived. Do you think we’re all staying here or around the city? Or… do you think we were all partnered up and sent to different locations?” The allocation of places and partners had been very secretive. Ron felt lucky that he’d been put with Harry, but he had barely had time to wish the others luck before they were all separated and told to Apparate away immediately. 

“No idea,” Harry said. “But I doubt we’d find out where the others are, even if they are here.” Noticing Ron’s quizzical look, he added, “Well, if this were a real mission, and we ran in to Dark wizards, they wouldn’t hesitate to torture us to reveal the things we know. So the less we know, the better, right?”

“Yeah, makes sense.” Ron took in the small room. There were many cracks and leaks in the ceiling, which could be fixed by a simple spell, but the owners seemed to think it was not worth their time. “You think we really are chasing people or it’s something else?”

“Possibly,” Harry said. “I mean, the dates were planned, but not the location. But it’s all part of the training, either way.”

“I just want to get out there and do the thing,” Ron said. “Get on the field. I mean for real. Not just training, not these ‘fake’ missions. It’s all been great, but it will be better when we’re fully qualified Aurors and none of this is planned.”

“Restless?” Harry asked, smirking. 

“A little,” Ron confessed. “I mean, we’re doing a pretty prestigious job, but it’s been eighteen months, and we’re still just trainees.”

“Which we knew when we accepted Kingsley’s offer,” Harry reasoned. “Surely you’ve worked out by now that there’s a lot we don’t know and need to learn?” 

“Yeah, I know that.” Ron sunk onto his bed. It wasn’t as bad as Harry’s, but it still dipped fairly low. “I understand it. And it’s fine. I mean, it was fine, but… look at Hermione.”

“What about her?” Harry asked, frowning. “She’s doing alright in the Magical Creatures department, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, and that’s what I mean,” Ron said, and he averted his eyes to the ground. He’d not spoken of this to anyone — not even Hermione — but it had bothered him ever since Hermione had said it. Just a trainee. Her words had stuck more than he cared to admit. “She’s been there for a few months and is already writing laws, trying to change the way wizards view magical creatures and all that. Which is great!” he added hastily at Harry’s expression. “She’s doing amazing work, and I’m really proud of her…”

“But?” Harry asked. 

“But, well, we’ve been Aurors a lot longer, haven’t we? But we’re just trainees.”

“Just trainees?” Harry said. “We’re not —”

“It’s what Hermione said,” Ron mumbled. 

“What? Hermione said that?” The information seemed to surprise Harry. He even sounded slightly angry. 

“Well, we were in the middle of a fight,” Ron said. “And she did apologise, but… is she right?”

“No,” Harry said, and he definitely sounded angry now. “Hermione’s wrong. What we’re doing is one of the most important jobs in our world. You told me that yourself, more than once. It’s like the Muggle version of police. Really important in maintaining law and order in society.” He paused, and Ron felt Harry’s eyes on him. “Her job is no more important than what we’re doing. There’s a reason ours requires training and hers doesn’t.”

“Yeah,” Ron said. “I just… I don’t think she meant it as it sounded, but it just made me feel a little pathetic, you know? Maybe a bit like I wasn’t living up to her expectations or something. Like… I’d disappointed her something.”

Harry said nothing for a moment, then, shifting from where he was once again sitting on the bed, said, “You two okay? I thought you’d sorted things out. Mostly, at least.”

“We’re alright,” Ron said with a sigh. “I mean, it’s not like it once was, but I think that’s just the nature of a relationship, right? Living together, becoming more comfortable with one another, learning things about them... but Hermione’s home a lot more now, and — it’s not really us, but me just dwelling on what she said, I guess. It’s just me wondering if all this training is worth it. Whether she thinks it’s worth it. You know, what if she gets sick of me always training, never having a ‘job’ as such?”

“I don’t think that’s going to bother her, mate,” Harry said, and he was now laughing. “Besides, even if she did have an issue — which she doesn’t — why does it matter? You enjoy it, don’t you?”

“I love it,” Ron said. “I just don’t want her to be disappointed in me, or anything.”

“I don’t think there’s anything to be disappointed about in going out with an Auror — trainee or otherwise.” Harry stood up and walked across the room to clap Ron on the back. “I think you’re thinking too much into it, to be honest. But you probably should tell her it’s bothering you, so she can tell you you’re being an idiot and you can move on from it. She’d probably be happy if it made you happy to be cleaning up after all the elite Ministry workers.”

Ron snorted, smiling. “Not likely. But, I’d probably be a teacher at Hogwarts before I took on something like that, so she has nothing to worry about there.” His smile widened, and Harry returned it. 

“You fret too much, you know? About what Hermione thinks about you. She loves you, and she’s just as proud of what you’re doing, as you are of her — even if her hours frustrate you sometimes. Even if things aren’t perfect at the moment.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Ron said. He shrugged. He looked at Harry and smiled. “Anyway, how are we supposed to find out about the next steps? Will it even be today, or do you think the orders will come tomorrow?”

“I think I heard something about them being delivered by Patronus,” Harry said. “That is the most common way for Aurors to communicate, isn’t it? Can’t be intercepted as easily.”

“Well, while we wait, why don’t we explore?” Ron suggested. “I’ve never actually been to Dublin before.”

Harry agreed, and they dressed in warmer clothes and left the small inn.

Their location was situated somewhere in the north of Dublin, hidden from Muggles by the standard Muggle-repelling spells that all places like this were. Muggles simply walked past, their eyes going from the building Harry and Ron were staying in to the left, and then to the right, as if it didn’t exist. 

Being Christmas Eve, the streets were busy. People were dashing in all sorts of directions, determined to get their last minute shopping done before everything shut up for the holidays. 

Ron watched as a family of Muggles hurried past them, carting bags of toys and food. 

“They look like enough gifts for ten kids, not two,” Ron said to Harry.

Harry shrugged. “Maybe they have extended family?”

“I hope Hermione likes what I got her this year,” Ron then said as they continued walking. “She’s really hard to shop for, unless you want to get her a book or something. But a book’s really impersonal. And to think I have many more years of ideas to come up with, not to mention her birthdays as well.”

Harry smirked. “What did you get her?”

Ron hesitated, his face going red. “A book,” he murmured. “But a good one!” he added quickly. “A nice one. She’ll like it.”

“You can’t go wrong with a book for Hermione, I’m sure,” Harry said. 

“Well, I hope not. Do you have the same trouble with Ginny?”

“Yeah,” Harry said. “I resorted to asking her what she’d like.”

“And?” Ron asked. 

“She said she wanted something to take with her whenever she was away with all this Quidditch stuff, to remember what she was leaving behind.”

“What, so you doubled yourself?” Ron asked, sniggering. 

“No, I got her a photo of me.”

Ron stopped walking, Harry almost colliding with his back. 

“What?” Harry asked. 

“Over there.” Ron pointed down a dark alley where a silver light reflected against the wall. He thought he’d seen the corporeal form of a lynx disappear. 

“That looks like a —”

“Patronus, yeah.” Ron indicated for Harry to follow him, and they snuck down the alley. Any Muggles who walked past seemed none the wiser to a silver, glowing, transparent lynx sitting in a dumpster alley. 

When Ron and Harry approached it, the lynx looked at them and then walked away, rounding a corner so they were out of sight from any curious passersby. 

Immediately, the lynx spoke in Kingsley’s deep voice, “Newbridge Avenue. Your goal is to identify and deal with the issue taking place there.”

The lynx vanished, and Ron and Harry looked at each other.

“Is that it?” Ron asked, unable to contain the disappointment he felt. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but a quick message like that wasn’t it. 

“Well, we know where we have to go,” Harry said. “Newbridge Avenue.”

“Where’s that?” Ron asked.

“I dunno,” Harry said, “but let’s Apparate there and get started on what we have to do. I hope it’s obvious.”

Ron nodded, and turned on the spot, thinking of his destination. 

Newbridge Avenue was primarily residential, running along a river where a sports stadium sat opposite. Ron looked around, searching for anything out of the ordinary, but nothing immediately caught his eye. In fact, being Christmas Eve, all seemed quieter than usual. People were either out doing their last minute shopping or holed up at home, out of the cold. 

“What should we do?” Ron asked Harry. 

“Maybe we’re supposed to keep an eye out for anything unusual?” Harry said, and the words had barely left his mouth when a scream echoed down the street. 

Ron and Harry immediately drew their wands. 

“It came from that house over there,” Harry said, pointing to a single-story cottage down the road from where they stood. 

The scream came again, this time sounding more terrified than it had before. Ron and Harry ran towards it, their wands out. 

On the third scream, they rounded the house to where a young woman was standing and pointing at something Ron and Harry couldn’t see. Her hand shook as she spotted Ron and Harry, paying no mind to their wands. 

“Th-there!” she said. “Inside my house.”

Lowering his wand slightly, Ron said, “Er, what’s in there?”

The woman, eyes wide and terrified, said, “A burglar!”

“What?” Ron asked. Surely this wasn’t why they had been sent to this street — to deal with a plain old Muggle burglar. That was something for those Muggle Auror people to deal with. 

Ron looked to Harry, who shrugged. Well, they couldn’t just abandon her when someone was in her house, but they wouldn’t be able to use their wands. 

They crept forward, stowing them away. There was a rattle of the back door, and Ron had to resist the instinct of digging his hand into his pocket. There were two of them after all, and only one burglar. They could certainly take him without magic. 

The door handle turned, and Ron readied himself to lunge, but when it flew open, he was caught completely off guard. There wasn’t some big, burly thief like he had expected. It was… well, it was Hermione, and she was hurt. 

“What the —” He went to go to Hermione, his heart constricting at the sight of her. She was bleeding heavily, she seemed to be in so much pain, clutching at all the gashes on her body. 

“No,” Harry said, sticking an arm out in front of him. 

“Harry, what are you —”

Harry turned to the woman, who was still standing behind them. “Is this who entered your house?”

“N-no,” the woman said. “I-I don’t know what she was doing in there. I-I don’t know who that is. Is she okay?”

Ron couldn’t take his eyes off Hermione, who was now gasping in pain. Her life was draining from her by the second, and for some reason, Harry wouldn’t let him go to her.

“Hermione!” he cried, and he broke past Harry’s arm. He made it to her, just as she collapsed into his arms; but she didn’t feel like Hermione. She was cold, icy — she barely felt human. And then… she vanished. 

The woman gave a startled gasp. The blood that had spattered the ground was gone, too. There was no sign at all that just a moment ago, Hermione had been there, dying. 

“What?” Ron looked at Harry, who seemed to know more than he did. 

“It was a Boggart,” Harry said. “I think, at least.”

“A… but, my… it’s a spider. Not…” Ron stared at the spot where the Boggart-Hermione had just been. “Did you use the spell?”

“No,” Harry said. “No, but, well, I think you got rid of it by facing your fear.”

“What?” Ron said.

“You thought it was Hermione, and you ran towards her — it — and you’re not supposed to face your fear. It’s gone, I think. Without magic.”

Ron once again looked at the spot where he thought Hermione had been dying, almost feeling stupid for not seeing it before. There was absolutely no reason why Hermione, who was back in London, spending Christmas with her family, would be here in this Muggle person’s house. 

“I guess you have greater fears than spiders now,” Harry said, and he smiled. “It was kind of disappointing, to be honest. Having gotten rid of it so quickly.”

The woman, looking both terrified and confused, stepped up to stand between Ron and Harry. “W-what was that?”

They looked at her.

“Er, it’s basically your greatest fear coming to life,” Ron explained. “But it’s gone now. You won’t need to worry about it anymore.”

“But the burglar —”

“Is gone,” Harry said. 

The woman looked unconvinced, eyeing her house sceptically. 

“We can have a look for you anyway?” Ron suggested. “Just in case, I mean.”

“Yes please,” the woman said. “I came home from work and there was a fair bit of snow in my garden, so I was shovelling it away when I just…” she shook her head. “It’s so silly, me being afraid of someone breaking into my house. I am a police officer, I deal with this every day, but —”

“We all have our fears,” Ron assured her, thinking of the great big spiders that still haunted his nightmares occasionally. “Nothing’s silly about being afraid.”

She nodded, looking between them. “Thanks,” she said. “But I think I’ll be alright. You sure he’s — I mean, it’s, she’s — gone?”

“Positive,” Harry said. 

She nodded again. “Alright. Well, I’m just glad you two were around to take him — her, it, whatever — on.”

“It’s our job,” Ron said. “That’s why we’re here.”

The woman nodded for a third time.

“And I am really sorry about this,” Harry said, and before the woman could respond he performed a simple memory-wiping charm on her. They were already gone, walking back down the street before she came to again.  

“So that was it?” Ron asked when he was sure they couldn’t be overheard. “A Boggart in a Muggle house?”

“Perhaps it’s the first of a series of tests,” Harry said, though he also sounded disappointed. A Boggart was something they’d dealt with successfully in their third year. It wasn’t exactly dangerous Dark magic. 

Not that Ron was hoping for anything seriously Dark. He’d had enough of that to last a lifetime, but something more challenging than a Boggart would have excited him a little more.

What did interest him, though, was the fact that his Boggart seemed to have changed. It wasn’t anything he consciously thought about — after all, he hadn’t even realised it was a Boggart — but it made sense, he supposed. He still didn’t like spiders, but he’d faced far greater things in his life than them, and he’d seen death. He’d lost a brother, whom he still missed a lot, and one thing he feared more than anything else was losing someone else he loved. And he loved Hermione the most out of anyone, and her screams in Malfoy Manor still haunted him. He never, ever, ever wanted to see her in pain again. He never wanted to lose her. 

“You alright, mate?”

Ron looked up. He’d stopped in the middle of the footpath without even realising it.

“Yeah,” Ron said. “I guess I was just hoping for something more than that.”

Harry smiled. “I’m sure our time will come. We don’t want to go in too deep straight up. Besides, they did warn us they were looking for ‘real’ things to let us deal with. Maybe that was all they could find here.”

“Hm, yeah,” Ron agreed. He looked up at the fading sky. It was nearing dusk and all they’d done was get rid of a Boggart, and without any magic at that. “Fancy another look around Dublin?” he asked Harry. 

Harry grinned. “I was just about to suggest that myself.”

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[buttercup-of-kaer-morhen]

(@sophiakuso1​ gave me the prompt for a modern College AU drabble with Jaskier being at least part dragon and it got completely out of hand so here it is.)

Warning: Minor Injury

Primary tags: Magical College AU, Dragon!Jaskier, Injured!Geralt, Hurt/Comfort with a happy ending, Slight Jaskier Whump?, super fluff, Eskel is here and Lambert is an ass

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Jaskier swept through the doors of the campus medical center, making a beeline towards the emergency wing. He was determined to get to his destination and no one would get in his way if they had even a shred of self preservation. He had completely forgotten to put his guitar down when he ran out of his dorm room so a few nurses gave him the side eye as he passed but thankfully the place was rather quiet this late at night and no one tried to stop him. This also meant there were not that many people around to witness him stalking down the halls looking rather disheveled. He had been lounging on his bed with only his tight jeans which were more hole then pant in the front, his knees and almost all his thighs on display, when the text came in. He then proceeded to grab the first shirt available, a large button up of his boyfriend’s, which he barely buttoned up before, was out the door while wielding his guitar by the neck. He supposed he was just so used to taking it everywhere that he absentmindedly brought it. He had also forgotten his shoes in his haste and was too worried to waste time going back. At least his dorm was close and it wasn’t winter, so being barefoot wasn’t that bad. 

Now, normally, he would try to keep up his friendly harmless appearance but his worry and urgency had him on edge and he didn’t really feel like sending a polite little comment to everyone he passed this time. In the back of his mind, a small voice told him that Yenyen would be proud.When he finally reached the waiting room, Lambert and Eskel were sitting in plastic chairs looking uncomfortable. Both of their gazes flickered to him as he marched over and, from the way Eskel winced, he must have been making a rather severe face. “Well?! What happened!” He demanded, fuming mad that Geralt was now in the emergency room after his two brothers had insisted he come along to a low key event. They had assured him it was going to be nothing more than a small get together at the frat house since Geralt wasn’t one for larger parties.

“Whoa, ok Jask, just calm down a bit… Are you growling? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you growl before…” Eskel immediately tried to sooth him.

Yes, it seemed he was growling, but his boyfriend Geralt, his dorm mate and love of his life whom he just started dating only a few months ago, was in the hospital! So Yes, he was allowed to growl!

“It’s not that bad, I swear!” Eskel tried again, glancing nervously over to the woman behind the help desk to didn’t bat an eyelash at them. She either hadn’t noticed the commotion or she just didn’t care.

“Not that bad-- Not that bad?!” Jaskier shrieked incredulously before digging in his pocket for his phone with his free hand before tapping furiously away on the screen. “A-hem, Lambert at 12:31 in the morning: Geralt rushed to the emergency room. Come now with, like, a gazillion exclamation points!” He promptly pushed the phone into Eskel’s hands so he could look at the evidence before continuing on his tirade. “I sent back like thirty messages which no one replied to! So I think I have a right to be a little upset and worried!” He did however try to breathe deeply to calm himself once he was finished venting, the feeling of tears pricked at his eye and tickled the back of his throat. 

Eskel, to his credit, gave Lambert a questioning look which screamed ‘really?’ and sighed in sympathy. “Lambert…” He paused to inhale deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What- What the fuck?”

“You told me to text him. I texted him!” Lambert shrugged defensively, his tone flippant but confused.

“I told you to let him know what was going on! Not send him into a fucking fit! I, Fucking… Why did I expect anything different...” With a shake of the head, Eskel turned to Jaskier once more. “It’s really just a minor injury and he’s fine. Something just fell and popped his shoulder out of his socket slightly is all and I didn’t want to fuck with it so we decided to get it checked.” He tried to reassure the shorter man.

“Pfffft, I don’t see what the big deal is, at least he’s here now and we can leave Geralt to him.” Lambert huffed under his breath. His gaze finally fully took in the musician’s state of dress  however and a grin slowly plastered itself across his face. “But I gotta say, if he’s going to look this fucking rediculous every time I text him that Geralt’s in trouble, I might do it more often. And look, he’s ready to entertain at a party.” He joked lightly, the shit eating grin never leaving his face. Oh, and the anger was back.

Normally, Jaskier would snap something back in playful banter but he really was not in the mood at this hour of the night. He grabbed the larger man by the shirt and lifted him off his feet by the collar. “I swear, Lambert, I will burn you to a crisp if you worry me like that again for no reason.” He growled in warning, letting a small puff of fire out to emphasise his threat. 

“... Well shit. Sometimes I forget you’re part dragon…” Lambert laughed warily, his eyes wide with surprise.

Eskel put a tentative hand on the smaller student’s shoulder and Jaskier slowly lowered Lambert back down after taking a deep breath. “Hey, why don’t you go stay with Geralt until they release him while we go deal with the aftermath of the party. They only want to keep him until some of the side effects wear off ‘cause he reacted oddly to what they used to knock him out. It left him a little, uh, weird. He’s completely fine, really.” Eskel insisted softly, understanding how upsetting the situation must have been. He was glad his brother had someone who cared so deeply about his well being. With a pat to Jaskier’s shoulder, the scarred brunette steered Lambert out of the place, cuffing him upside the head lightly for being an asshole. “Oh, and his room is 109.” He called just before they exited.

The musician sighed before sweeping a hand through his hair, trying to tamp the last of his nerves down before heading off to find his dear wolf. A soft beeping is what greeted him once he reached the small dimly lit room and stepped in. And then a low whistle followed after his entrance which had him smirking and huffing a laugh. “Wow… You don’t look like a nurse.” Geralt’s confused but curious voice filled the space as he openly eyed Jaskier up and down.

Jaskier raised an eyebrow, wondering what his boyfriend was getting at. “You would be correct, I’m not a nurse nor do I think I would be any good at the profession.” He couldn’t keep the amusement from his voice or the soft smile from spreading across his lips as relief flooded him. Geralt seemed fine for the most part, other than the sling cradling his arm.

A hum followed before he opened his mouth to speak again. “So, do you go into random hospital rooms to magically serenade them better?” He asked, smirking and nodding toward the guitar that Jaskier kept forgetting was still in hand. 

Alright, he did seem oddly talkative, which wasn’t bad in any way just odd, but Jaskier was just happy he was in one piece so he indulged him. “No, but I do perform at a bar quite a lot.” He announced proudly as he walked over to take a seat at the side of the bed and set his instrument down. 

“Hmm… So, talented and beautiful.” Geralt nodded to himself, his voice sounding so confident that it had Jaskier blushing and tongue tied. “Are you seeing anyone right now?”

Ah! So that was what Eskel meant by weird.The question made Jaskier snort but he reached a hand out and put it atop one of Geralt’s, patting it. “Sadly yes. I am currently dating someone.” He nodded solemnly, deciding that this was too cute not to prolong.

Geralt’s hand turned over and gently but firmly held Jaskier’s hand. He met the musician’s gaze with a very serious expression that left no room for joking. “Have they proposed yet?” 

Jaskier stamped down a fit of giggles and gave a solemn sigh. “Not as of yet.” He fluttered his eyelashes as he looked down at their hands in overly dramatic dejection. 

“Tsk! Fucking idiot.” Geralt grumbled before tugging Jaskier’s hand to get him to look up at him. “If I proposed right now, would you leave that idiot for me?” He asked in complete earnestness.

Jaskier had to raise a hand and placed it on his lips to hide the amused smile as he desperately held back giggles. He didn’t trust himself to speak so he shook his head lightly in response.

“Yah. I thought so. You look too nice to do such a thing. Your boyfriend may be an idiot but he’s lucky to have you.” The disappointment that openly showed on Geralt’s face had him finally take pity on his lover. 

“Darling, I can’t leave my lovely boyfriend because he’s laying right here and I am oh so terribly fond of him. I can think of no one I would rather be with.” He spoke honestly, flashing his wolf a shy smile which drew a happy gasp from the other.

The next minute, he found himself pulled into Geralt’s lap as the man looked at him as if he hung the moon. “I must be the luckiest fucking idiot in the world.” He sighed happily as he hugged Jaskier and buried his face in his neck so Geralt could kiss anywhere he could reach. “I have the hottest, sweetest wife in the world-- or wait, do you prefer husband? Shit! I haven’t gotten you a ring or asked yet…” The man looked up at him in slight panic. 

Jaskier laughed openly now, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he gently took Geralt’s face in his hands and kissed the ridiculous man. “Oh dear heart… I’m never letting you forget this…” He giggled as he was pulled down more so they could cuddle. He thanked Melitele for keeping his love safe as the two showered one another with soft kisses and whispered ‘I love yous’.

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[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Hello! This is my first time here, but I've already love with your headcanons about Kyojurou and his OC wife. Thank you for all you've written. If you are not busy, I would like to ask you....Could you write headcanons about Kyojurou and his pregnant wife, please? I wish he could be a father.

Hi, Anon! You're new here? Nice to meet you! Thank you for reading my writings! Yeah, Kyoujurou is my fave too 🌸💮🌺

Rengoku Kyoujurou x Pregnant!Reader

It all started in the morning, when you suddenly felt great and sharp pain pressing your head. The feeling of nausea dominated, and made you jump from your futon, running to the bathroom

Kyoujurou really worried and patiently rubbed your back, while holding towel at the other hand

This is the worst, you thought. What did I eat last night? You laid on your futon again, panting heavily, trying to endure the mixing pain and nausea feeling inside your body.

Kyoujurou sent message thorough his crows to Butterfly Estate. He's back to your room and rubbed eucalyptus oil on your neck, nose and back, helping relieved the pain

"I'm fine, just-"

"You're clearly not. I've called Shinobu."

Shinobu finally arrived and examined your condition

"Rengoku-san, can I talk to you?"

From worried to anxious, he approached Shinobu. "Is she fine? This is the first time I saw her like this."

"No, she's not." Shinobu made serious face. Kyoujurou prepared for the worst. "But morning sickness is a normal symptoms for woman."

"What do you mean?"

"Congratulations!" She patted his shoulder, smiled. "You will become a father."

He stayed still until he finally understand her words, and shouting, "MY WIFE IS PREGNANT?!"

He told everyone about your pregnancy, he couldn't shut up about it for 1 week non stop

"Congratulations, mate!" Tengen slapped Kyoujurou's back. "So, what's the secret? What kind of position did you-"

A quick chop was landed on Tengen's neck. A gift from Himejima

"Namu, I hope your wife will give birth safely."

Kyoujurou's father, that usually stiff and stern, suddenly become touched and told the neighbours about your pregnancy

"I'll become grandad soon!!"

The first trisemester is when the feeling nausea, and fatigue are the most common in your body.

So you took a rest at your home, not really active

The mood swing really dominated yourself. You even don't know why are you acting like this.

"Kyoujurou, where did you go? You didn't come yesterday."

"Mission, with Kanroji." You didn't say anything. "Dear, what's with the long face?"

"Nothing."

"Dear?"

"Nothing!" You put a pillow above your face. He caressed your half-showed hair.

"How about cuddling after I finished? I will spend more time with you tomorrow, my full-time is yours."

You peaked from the pillow, while puffing your cheek

"Promise?" Oh no, she's cute, Kyojurou held his chest

"I promise." Your face brightened.

He really is pampering you, even before you entering 'cravings' time.

Like, really....

"Dear, what do you want? I heard woman usually wanted something to eat."

"Right now, there isn't-"

"Okay, the sweet food, Mitarashi Dango, that is! I'll buy it right away."

On your second trimester of pregnancy, the unpleasant feeling disappeared. You felt like you have so much energy

You probably went to your dojo, and trained your students like usual, but Kyoujurou prohibited you to fight them, so you just give them ordinary instruction

And the cravings

Kyoujurou always undertakes your cravings for foods and needs

"I want a pigeon."

"Sure dear."

"Can I get a baked snake"

"Right away!"

"A mix between mochi and kare will be good..."

"Okay!"

"Kyoujurou, I want ohagi right now."

"Great, I'll go get some from Shinazugawa!"

The risk of being killed by Sanemi wasn't an obstacle for him

He will agree to almost all of your wishes, even the weird one

"Kyoujurou, I don't know why, but I just want to kill demon right now."

"Okay!"

So he brings the weakest demon and you slashed it

"Yeaaay!!"

"Yass, baby!"

"WHAT THE FUCK MATE, I'M NOT YOUR TOY." said that poor demon as he turned into ashes

Even the writer took pity on that demon, you treat them like a thing

Well, he granted you everything, except one.

"OKAY, CAN I KILL MUZAN NOW, BECAUSE I FELT LIKE THE ENERGY BURSTING-"

"That's an exception honey! I felt like you should give birth to the child first!"

You pouted.

You have now reached your final stretch of pregnancy and both of you are very excited for the birth of your baby.

Your stomach become bigger, and it's actually hard to move now

Kyoujurou will patiently massage your leg, hand, and calves.

He always tells you that you're still beautiful no matter how bloated your stomach and how many stretch marks you will have later.

Senjurou took your role, he cleaned house, even cooking for you

"I'm sorry, Senjurou. You did all the chores by yourself now."

"It's okay, Ane-ue. I don't want anything to happen to both of you and the baby. Ani-ue told me to take care of you."

Sometimes you're really anxious about you and the baby.

"Kyoujurou?" Both of you sit on engawa while drinking tea in the evening. He looked at you.

"Do you need anything?"

"No, it's just..." You gave a pause. "Look, listen to me." Your eyes are straight to his. "In case if I could give birth to this baby, but myself can't make it alive, I just want you to know-"

He hugged you with confusing expression.

"Dear, no, don't say that. I trust you. I believe in you, who carry our love."

He caressed your cheek, and kissed your lips gently

"I assure you, you will make it. Trust yourself more."

"Right, I'm sorry."

He likes to look at your belly and talked to the baby, while the baby kicking in, making small wave. His giggle made the baby kicked again

"Again? He really wanted to meet you, haha- Ow..."

"Hey. Calm down, champ. Don't make your mother in pain again. We're waiting for you too."

From all of above, the most thing that really painful to watch is when you actually gave birth

You're lucky. When the water broke and your consciousness started to fading away, Kyoujurou was right beside you and caught you.

Shinobu and her medic team came right away

She usually didn't let any male in labor room, but you and Kyoujurou are exception

You gripped his hand hard while screaming from the top of your lung. He wiped your sweat, whispering sweet things to your ear.

"I know you can do it, dear. You could do it for us."

He about to cry and wish he could replace your pain. Shinobu often reminded him to not pass out.

Everything was like a solid silence for him except a voice of crying baby

"Congratulations, it's a girl!"

Your tired self smiled, received your baby into your embrace

Kyoujurou broke into tears, he kissed you and looked at your baby. He felt relieved, both of you and the baby are safe

"What a beautiful girl, she looks like you." He kissed your forehead. "Good job, thank you for fighting for us."

Kyoujurou now have one more responsibility to make his little family happy

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[foutbolimajine]

i would treat you so much better ⦁ ruben loftus-cheek

word count: 2307  ⦁ short/medium/long

(rqst)

I could feel his gaze on my back, I always could. Ever since I’d taken the position on Chelsea’s PT staff and met the team, there was always one player who I couldn’t shake. Some people considered my arrival at the club in May 2019 as fate, or a favored coincidence. Personally, I considered it to be my own hell. There’s a special kind of pain in wanting something so bad, and it being right there, and still not being able to just reach out and take it. I had come on as part of the women's team staff and when they realized they were overstaffed, moved me to the men’s team on an assistant of the assistant position, that still paid more than what I’d been making for my two months on the women’s team. Cue my side eye here. 

Ruben was the first player I’d really gotten to work thoroughly on. His injury had happened a week after I had joined the team and the staff thought it was a great way to test to see exactly how good I was. They’d assigned me to be a part of the in and outpatient crew over his recovery, which meant that while I helped him during training at the facilities, I also saw him quite a bit outside of Cobham as well. He and his family were incredibly sweet to me, and always observant of my religious edicts. They allowed me to pray in their home, and never offered me anything they knew I couldn’t eat. This was more than what could be said for others I’d worked with over the years. I guess this is when my small crush on Ruben began. 

Birnie mentions that he’ll be back and I send him a thumbs up, trying my best to keep focused on the screen in front of me. Ruben and I couldn’t be together, for a long list of reasons, so being alone with him was always a task for me. He doesn’t say anything for a couple seconds and then abruptly and loudly clears his throat, causing me to jump. I turn in my swivel chair to send him a look, but stop completely when I see his teasing smile. 

“So not funny, Rubes.” I tell him, rolling my eyes. I turn back around to finish my paperwork, but clearly he wasn’t done. I flinch at the scraping of the chair against the floor as Ruben comes and sits next to me. “Whatcha doing?” He asks, leaning his head so far close to mine that our cheeks are almost touching. 

“The same thing I’ve been doing since you came in and asked me the first time.” I mumble, finally typing in the last bits of information and selecting ‘print’. “Excuse me, mate.” I push my chair back more roughly than intended and go around him to the printer. 

“I like how you’re wearing your hijab today. It’s different; it looks good on you.” 

I mentally thank Allah that my back was turned because I’m sure my face was the color of a tomato. I mumble a low, “Thank you.” and go to file the rest of the papers. He moves back to his original spot and I can finally breathe again. 

“Uh, Isaac and I, a couple of our friends, and some players from the team and their girls are going out tonight. You should come. Amira will be there too.” 

Ruben was nothing if not persistent. He asked me this literally any time the boys were going out. Even when we weren’t at work. I could count how many times he’d sent me a text under the pretense of medical advice, and ended up with an invitation to join him, his friends, and Amira out for a night. I’d always decline, partially because there were rules against it and partially because I did not want to spend the night watching the guy I liked get grinded on by his girlfriend. 

“I’ve told you before Ruben, I can’t. Because unlike some of us,” I send a pointed look in his direction. “I like to follow the rules of my job. Plus, is your girlfriend really okay with you inviting another woman out?” I asked that even though I already knew the answer. Amira liked me, as a person and a professional, and never lacked to show it. She thought I was instrumental in getting Ruben back on his feet and was grateful for that. As much as I didn’t want to like her, she was a nice girl and didn’t deserve my coldness. 

“Oh come on, you two are basically two peas in a pod, no?” He snickers, because he knew we weren’t. “Okay how about this? It would be crazy if you came to Illmatic tonight at 9 and myself and crew happened to be there. Wouldn’t it?” This man was unrelenting. 

“Yeah, Rubes. That would be insane. It would be even more insane though, if I were to bring cash or a card.” Finally giving into his attempts. For a moment I think I’ve stunned him into silence before he releases a low chuckle. “I uh, I reckon you won’t need either. Hypothetically, of course.” Just as I’m going to respond, Birnie comes back in and all I can do is quickly send Ruben a thumbs up. 

Work eventually comes to an end and after hours of getting ready, I hesitantly find myself waiting in my car outside of Illmatic. It didn’t seem too crowded and I was thankful for that. If anyone happened to snap a picture of Ruben and I was in it, my job would be gone. Ruben said he’d send Amira to walk in with me so as to not draw attention to myself or their relationship. A win-win, he’d sold it as, so why did I feel like I was losing? 

There’s a sharp knock on my window and I jump before realizing it’s only Amira. I unlock the door and she slides in, that annoyingly bright smile on her face. “Oh my goodness, Aya! Hello! I couldn’t believe it when Ruben told me you were coming! It is so nice to see you.” 

I offer her a tight lipped smile and lean awkwardly into her hug. “Same to you, Amira.” She babbles on about her “modeling” career and the plans for the night and other things I didn’t care too much about. I nearly launch myself out the car when I see her phone light up with a text saying we could go in. I’m assuming the boys must’ve said something before we came because security took one look at us before waving us through. So this is what it’s like to party with the footballers. I could hear Isaac shouting over the music as they waved us over to their section.  My breath hitches at the sight of Ruben and I try to convince myself he’s looking at his girlfriend and not me in the way that he is. That thought only gets more unbelievable, when Amira touches his shoulder and his gaze is still trained on me. 

“Hel-” 

“You must be Aya? The guys have told me a lot about you.” I turn to see an unfamiliar man towering over me. He held a drink in one hand and reached out with his other. “I’m Paul.” He introduces. I take his hand and shake it quickly. “Pogba?” I quip. He laughs and asks if we could talk at the bar to which I agree. I looked over my shoulder to see if Ruben had noticed, but he was all too consumed with the woman on his lap. Right.

Apparently, Paul was a childhood friend of Isaac’s who’d recently moved back to London after having left for university and then work. He was back in town now starting his position as a junior doctor and wanted to get back out on the scene. He said the Loftus-Cheek siblings spoke highly of me and he couldn’t wait to meet me. He was confident, but not cocky, and was just as interested in getting to know me as I was, him. He was Muslim, single, and a sight for sore eyes. Not only that, but he could hold an intelligent but witty conversation. And he was funny. I was having such a good time with Paul that I forgot we’d come in here with the other guys at all. That was, until I saw Ruben pushing through the crowd with Isaac following on his heels. 

“Ayaaaa, you’ve met Paulie, eh?” He slurs, squishing himself in between Paul and I. “Are you drunk, mate?” Paul asks, looking back and forth between the brothers. He’d asked, but it was more than obvious Ruben was out of it. The first couple buttons of his shirt were undone, his pants were partially sagged, and his breath absolutely reeked of tequila. On top of that, the entirety of his upper body was being supported by the bar, and if he moved back even the littlest bit, I was sure he’d go tumbling towards the ground. 

“I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to Aya.” I send Paul an apologetic look and focus on Ruben. “Hey Rubes, maybe you should go home, yeah? Isaac’s ready to go.” Nothing could prepare me for the scoff or malign look I got in response. “Oh, you’d like that right? So you can go and be with Paul. You know he’s not that great right? He isn’t me, he isn’t a footballer. He can’t do what I can, Aya. I would treat you so much better than that bloke.” I was literally stunned into silence and had no clue on how to respond. Isaac was trying to speak to me, but I could hear nothing over the ringing of my ears. 

“Okay mate, that’s enou-” 

“Shut the fuck up, Paul! Shut up! We get it! You want to fuck Aya, mate!” 

At some point, most of our group had gathered around and was now actively trying to hold Ruben back from fighting Paul. Amira and some of the other WAGS had also decided to make an appearance and were shouting obnoxiously, making the already head splitting situation worse. Somehow I caught Paul’s eye and mouthed, “Sorry.” Before pushing my way through the crowd and leaving the group behind. 

The next morning I woke up dreading my upcoming day at work. Sometime in the early hours of the morning, Isaac had texted me an apology on the behalf of his brother, and Paul had texted me an apology on behalf of his friend. He used the opportunity to charm me even more by adding how he could see how Ruben could be so mesmerized by me, and that we should forget about this and start over. I’d sent Isaac back a quick message saying it wasn’t his fault and that it was fine even though we both knew it wasn’t. I, in turn, also apologized to Paul and thanked him, but turned down his lunch invitation. After everything that had happened, I really didn’t want to jump into something with Paul, especially now that Ruben had shared how he felt. 

The entire day at work, I tried my best to avoid everyone. It was my luck that we were behind on paperwork, so I got to be holed up in my office all day. I didn’t even come out to have lunch with the staff, something that I knew didn’t go unnoticed, but didn’t feel like dealing with right now. At the end of the day, I’d stayed just an hour longer to make sure that everyone had left before I walked out to the parking lot. Even with all these precautions, and me literally running out to my car, I didn’t anticipate Ruben caring enough to wait outside, against my car, after a long day of training.  

And yet. 

“Aya, I am so sorry. It was the alcohol, I swear it. I would never say those things to you or Paul.” 

Now it was my turn to scoff. “Sorry for what exactly? Fighting Paul? Playing with my feelings? Ruining the night? You take your pick.” I brush past him to put my things in my car before folding my arms over my chest. 

“All of it. Literally, every single moment. Starting with me pressuring you to go out with us in the first place. It was unprofessional of me and I know that it’s just I literally can not stop thinking about you. When I’m training, when I’m eating, even when I’m with Amira, you creep into my thoughts and I just can’t stop it.” He paused for a moment gauging my reaction. “But I don’t think I want to. I like you, and I know there’s nothing I can do about it, but I do. And I saw how well you and Paul clicked yesterday. I, uh guess I have some steep competition?” 

He didn’t, actually. He had me completely wrapped around his finger, but he was right. There was nothing we could do about it. “Yeah, you do.” I agree anyways. 

He tries to fight it, but I can see his lip begging to quirk up. He opens my car door for him and I skeptically get into it. “Maybe I could take you out sometime? Try and catch up? Hypothetically of course.” 

“What about Amira?” I ask.

“About that, she may have heard what I said to you and broke up with me? Not hypothetical at all.” My eyebrows shoot up and he nods in confirmation. 

“Um, in that case. You may hypothetically pay for my lunch tomorrow, and we can talk after that.” I smile cheekily in return. He laughs as he closes my door and I drive off without looking back.

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i am missing you more than i should (guess i'm not out of the woods)

i attempted to post this to ao3 and then the page crashed so tumblr gets some rights today i guess.

this is another addition to the maisie thing i’m working on. title and inspo from look at me now by maisie peters 

read here on ao3 if you wanna

(it’s kinda emo i apologize)

It’s a cold November night when Luke sees Calum again.

Despite the outdoor temperature being displayed on his phone screen, Luke is warm from the alcohol in his belly and the bodies milling around the bar. He’s ordered a drink to feel natural in his current setting but it’s just soda and lime. He’s stepped into this place to wait for Ashton to come pick him up. He had read one top many horror stories about ride share apps and young drunken people and now always gripes at Luke for not calling him for a pick up on a night out. So after watching all of his friends (though that’s kind of a stretch for the people he frequents clubs with) head off into the night, Luke wandered to the place he currently sits at, feeling drawn to the little dive bar he hasn’t been to in ages and sent Ashton his location.

It’s while he’s waiting for his drink that he remembers why he was drawn to this bar. This is Calum’s place. Luke can’t even think up how many pairs of hands he would need to count the number of times they had stumbled into this place, laughing with their arms around each other while tripping their way up to the bar. It’s close to the complex Calum had been living in while they were still in school. Seeing him here now at the other end of the bar, the glitter in his eyes shining even though they’re not taking a single glance in his direction, makes Luke wonder if Calum’s stuck around this area of town.

Because of course Luke wouldn’t know. Luke hasn’t said a single word to the man in ages, hasn’t seen him in probably a year and a half at this point. (He’s tempted to pull out his dying phone to find the last text messages they exchanged to track the time but he knows Ashton probably deleted their messages during one of the many times he ended up on the other man’s couch with tears raining down his cheeks.) 

We want different things. That’s what Calum had told him. Luke wanted to see the world. They were about to graduate, he wanted to see everything and he wanted to see it all with Calum. The idea of settling any part of his still mess of a young life scared the hell out of him. Luke wanted to run but he wanted to do it with Calum’s hand holding his own. Calum was so practical, his mind somehow years ahead of Luke’s. They were graduating, it was time to slow down, he was always trying to explain to the boy he’d laughed with and loved for the last four years. The speeds they were trying to live their lives at during those last few months pretty much started pulling them in opposite directions, Luke supposes. Though that didn’t change how much it hurt the day he returned to his apartment to find a box of his clothes and belongings sitting in front of the door with a little note tucked into the side.

Luke had stuck to his plan. It was only in the last couple of months that he’d returned to the city and found a job more permanent, reconnected with Ashton who had stuck it out in the area for law school. He had seen so many places, so many people, so many pairs of brown eyes that had him nearly chasing after strangers on the other side of the world. He hadn’t dared to try to love someone else but eventually his brain stopped trying to play tricks on him to make him see what he had lost because he couldn’t just slow down. Eventually he didn’t wake every morning expecting to see someone curled up beneath the sheets beside him or to walk into the kitchen to find the ever studious business major drinking from the blue mug with the chip in the handle as he checked the news on his phone

Though from what he could see down the bar, Calum hadn’t been on his own since Luke saw him last. Or at least he wasn’t right now. 

Luke watches a laugh escape Calum’s lips while he reaches for his glass on the bartop (always a whiskey man, Luke was never not teasing him for his old man drink preferences). He takes a sip and then raises his brows, his lips moving to ask a question Luke can still hear rolling off his tongue if he thinks back hard enough. He watches the glass get passed along to the blonde sitting in front of him and facing away from Luke. The glittering in Calum’s eye changes some as his bottom lip gets pulled between his teeth while a smirk forms on one side of his face. Luke can see the other man’s shoulders rise slightly in response to taking the sip and he wonders if the scrunched up face he used to pull when sipping Calum’s liquor is anything like this new man’s. He figures it must be as Calum’s face softens in a still vaguely familiar way and Luke watches him lean forward to press a kiss to the blonde’s cheek while a hand lifts to cover the other. 

Luke squeezes his eyes shut and forces his face away from the couple. He takes a sip of his soda before shrugging his denim jacket from his arms, the bar suddenly feeling far too warm. He’s reaching for his phone in the pocket of his jacket, ready to send Ashton an SOS to get him to hurry along, when a soft voice behind him nearly throws him to the opposite side of the bar. “Luke?”

He jumps as he spins in the stool he’s seating in, Luke’s eyes suddenly meeting the ones he’s been searching for in every corner of the world. He used to spend hours lying awake thinking about this exact moment, about what it would be like to speak again for the first time with his lost great love. (If Ashton were able to hear him thinking that he would scold Luke for being so dramatic. You’re literally 24. Calm down, Luke.) “Hi, Calum,” he returns, praying his voice isn’t as shaky as it feels. The name feels foreign on his tongue and he can’t tell if he’s thankful for that or not.

“How’re you doing, man?” Calum asks, a small smile playing at his lips. “It’s wild to see you in here, not gonna lie. Thought you were still off somewhere with your wanderlust.”

Luke tries to be as subtle as he can as he reaches for his wrist to pinch himself since he’s not entirely sure he believes this moment to be real. He coughs and shakes himself out of his daze. He’s got to be an adult about all of this, he’s a grown up now. “Yeah, I moved back a couple months ago. Was starting to really stress out Mom with the whole travel thing. I’ve moved in with Ashton, if you remember him? He helped me get this admin job at the law firm he’s interning at.”

“Of course I remember Ash!” Calum beams. Luke wonders if he’s also playing at being cool but then he remembers that Calum actually had the guts to walk over to him so maybe this is just a part of being settled down. “Happy for you, Luke. Sounds like a good set up.”

Luke ignores the nostalgia threatening to cloud up his mind at the sound of his name falling from Calum’s lips a second time. “You still working for Donny then?”

“I am! He gave me like, a month after grad to chill before I got back to my old desk with a stack two feet high of files,” Calum laughs and Luke finds himself doing the same. Calum’s internship boss had always been fond of them together. Donny had once helped Luke get flowers delivered for their third anniversary. He was a good guy. “Actually, just got promoted to Managing Financial Advisor earlier this week. Was here, uh, celebrating tonight wit-”

“Hey Cal, thought I lost you there.”

The blonde Luke had only seen the back of before steps into view, his hand dropping to Calum’s back. He’s just barely shorter than Calum, though that’s likely due to the boots the latter is wearing. His eyes are wide and a pale green, like leaves in early spring. Luke wants to hate him but he can’t. This guy looks pretty nice, unfortunately. 

“Sorry, love,” Calum replies softly, his hand lifting subconsciously to push hair from the other man’s eyes. It’s an action Luke remembers fondly (and somewhat painfully, if he’s being honest with himself). “Found a familiar face. Michael, this is Luke. Luke, this is Michael.”

Michael’s eyes widen just the slightest bit. Luke isn’t surprised. He can basically guarantee that he’s sitting right at the top of Calum’s ex-boyfriends to discuss list. They spent nearly all of undergrad together. If Michael’s been around for even a little bit it makes sense that he’s heard about Luke. “Nice to meet you, mate.” 

“Yeah, you too.” Luke accepts the hand being offered to shake. The whole situation feels way too formal but also dazed. Though Luke is still drunk and there’s way too many memories dancing through his mind of nights out with Calum and nights in with Calum and Calum Calum Calum. 

“Well,” Calum starts, his hand moving to rest lower against Michael’s back. “Our Uber is here but I’m glad I saw you Luke. Take care of yourself.”

Luke nods and wishes them both the same in a small voice while they wander away from him. He can’t hear it but based on the worried look he can see on Michael’s face as they head for the door and the way he wraps his arm more firmly around Calum’s waist, Luke knows he wasn’t the only one faking a brave face. 

(He allows himself a moment to give into memory then as he thinks back on one of the last times he was headed out of this bar with Calum. It was early February, just a week and change past Calum’s birthday. The air is cold enough to see their breaths as they giggle and bumble about their new courses. Calum keeps lifting Luke’s hands between his own to blow warm air onto them to keep them warm as they head in the direction of his apartment. 

When they finally make it up to the third floor and through Calum’s door, they both kick off their boots. Luke’s gone for his easier to remove ones so he has a moment to lean against the door while laughing as Calum pulls at the laces of his Docs. Once removed, Calum steps over to Luke, his arms looping around his waist while Luke’s drop to hang over his shoulders. Their laughter dies out as they sway back and forth slightly in the entryway. 

“God, I love you,” Luke sighs as he drops his forehead to Calum’s. “Never want to stop loving you.”

“Please don’t.” Calum laughs gently before turning his head so their lips press together. 

Whether it's seconds or hours that they stand there kissing while holding each other in the dull entryway light, Luke doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. All that matters is that Calum never lets go.)

Luke’s phone buzzes on the bartop, a text from Ashton appearing to alert him that he’s waiting in the lot out front. Luke tips back the last of his soda and shouts a thank you to the bartender. He pulls on his jacket and heads in the direction of the door.

He turns for a moment before reaching to push through back out into the cold. He glances around the open room, quick moments of memories playing out in front of him from the years before. He sighs and pulls himself out of it again. 

Maybe it’s time to find a new spot to land.

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#cake #cake fic #also some malum #maisie series #i think i literally apologized when speaking w meg yesterday bc i was like 'i don't wanna be mean to cake but also' #maisie posting on insta right as i type these tags omfg

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What You Know - Theonsa

for @mariah-on-fire​ 1,400 words Rated T What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club

A/N; Modern AU, High School AU

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THEON

“Of course I’ll go with you!” she said, her pretty face breaking into a grin. Theon tried to force the blush from his own face in response, but it didn’t work. She didn’t seem to notice, though. “I’m going to find a dress, alright? I’ll text you and let you know what colour your tie should be.”

“That’s fine,” he said, looking down at his hands. “I’m gonna go back over there, okay?”

Her friends were side-eyeing him, and as much as he liked Marg, he wasn’t a big fan of Jeyne Poole. Probably the three and a half dates he’d gone on with her and never called her back. That would certainly make things uncomfortable.

Plus, he’d left his lunch back at his table.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine!” she was practically bouncing in her chair. “Thank you so much for asking me, Theon. I didn’t think I was going to get to go since I just broke things off with Joff, you know?”

At the mention of that little shit’s name, Theon’s skin crawled. But he didn’t pass that on to Sansa. He merely smiled. “Anytime, love. I’m glad you want to go with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she countered, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I’ll text you, okay?”

“Kay.” He rose and went to go back to his table. He tried to be the very picture of nonchalance, even as he heard the collective squeal from Sansa’s friends once she told them what he was asking her.

He slid back into his seat, Robb looked at him expectantly. “So...”

“So...”

“How’d it go, numbnuts?” Gendry asked, chucking a chip at him.

Theon shrugged and grabbed the chip, popping it in his mouth. “She said yes. As if you lot weren’t staring at us the entire time.”

“You know she’s on the rebound, right?” Robb asked, taking a sip from his soda. “She’s only just broken up with that shithead. As much as I’d like for this to work out---“

“I only asked her to be nice,” Theon reminded him. “I know she likes this stuff and would want to go. It’s my good deed for the week.”

Gendry snorted.

“What?” Theon asked, eyes narrowing.

“Come off it, mate,” Robb said. “I don’t care.”

Theon shot him a look of confusion. “Okay? Neither do I?”

“Theon’s warm for Sansa,” Gendry stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“No, I’m not,” Theon argued. “I’m being a good friend.”

Robb laughed out loud.

“I am!” he insisted.

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SANSA

“You know why he asked you, don’t you?” Marg asked, swiping around on her phone while Sansa tried to pour herself into a mermaid cut gown. It was emerald green and looked amazing on her, but it was a bit tight.

“To be nice,” Sansa said, tugging up on the bodice and placing her hands on her hips. “What about this one?”

“You look amazing, but you won’t be able to dance,” Marg said. “Get something with more fabric.” Sansa reached for the zipper and slid out of it again, placing it back on the hanger. “And no, he isn’t doing it to be nice,” Marg said. “C’mon, Sans. You have got to know.”

“About what?”

“The bloody torch that boy’s been carrying for you!” she exclaimed.

“What torch!” she asked, reaching for the next gown.

Margaery arched an eyebrow. She was so bloody good at that it made Sansa want to smack her sometimes.

Not really.

“Theon’s crazy about you,” her friend insisted.

Okay, a bit.

“He isn’t,” Sansa insisted. “He’s older, and he’s got no problems getting dates with anyone.”

“Except you. He’s been waiting for you to be single since you turned sixteen.”

“He doesn’t want to date me.”

“He does so.

Sansa’s eyes widened. It did make sense. Was it possible it could be true?

“Gods, should I cancel?” Sansa asked.

“No,” Marg laughed. “Not unless you don’t like him back. And I know you do, so don’t even try to lie to me.”

Sansa chewed on that a moment, pressing her hands down the bodice of the gown, gazing into the mirror and never really seeing anything.

“What if you’re wrong, though?” she asked.

“I’m not. Get over yourself and go for it. You deserve a good guy after Joff,” she grimaced.

Marg was seldom wrong.

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THEON

He picked her up at her house, meeting Robb and Margaery there as well. After the group pictures were over, they all piled into his car, with Sansa taking the passenger seat. She was quiet, almost hugging her knees in the gown she’d chosen.

It was blue, like the ocean.

She’d sent him a picture of it while she was still wearing it in the store. She looked gorgeous. He found himself opening the message to gaze at the picture a few times since then.

He’d taken it to the place he was renting his tux from and they’d matched his tie and waistcoat with the picture.

It was pretty close now that he was looking at it.

“Alright, Sansa?” Theon asked, shifting into a higher gear once they were on the main stretch of road.

She smiled at him from her side. “Yeah. Just a little nervous is all.”

He sniffed. “Why? You’re a knockout.”

Her smile deepened and she gave him this look that made him want to keep saying nice things. But he couldn’t think of anything and Marg had started singing along to some song that came on the radio. It lasted until they got to the school.

Theon went to drop them all off at the gym entrance, but Sansa stayed in the car with him while Robb and Marg got out and went inside.

“You sure?” he asked, still idling. “It’s a walk, it looks like.”

She nodded and he shrugged, pulling away from the curb and driving round to the car park behind the gym. He had to park almost at the lacrosse and football fields, but she didn’t seem to care. She got out and waited for him to check his hair in the mirror and circle around to stand beside her, his hands in his pockets.

They stood there for a second and then she moved, clutching both his jacket lapels in her hands, careful of the corsage he’d gotten her. She didn’t have to rise far, she was a bit taller than him with heels on, but he stopped her just before her lips touched his. As much as he didn’t want to stop her, he did.

“Sans...” he whispered. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want...”

“What would make you think I wouldn’t?” she asked.

“I mean, you don’t owe me anything.”

“Theon Greyjoy,” she said, sounding for all the world like she was scolding him, but she was smiling. “I know that.”

“And you’d still---“

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I was ten years old,” she admitted, her eyes shining as she gazed right into his. “Now, if you’re not going to stop me again...”

He shook his head, inhaling sharply as her lips touched his. It was a light kiss, and if he hadn’t had his hands in his pockets like a loser, he’d have wrapped both arms around her and deepened the kiss, but as it was, it was probably fine. If he started deepening kisses, they’d never go inside the gym, they’d just snog in the parking lot all night.

“Since you were ten, you say?” he whispered.

Giggling, she rolled her eyes. “Give or take. How about you?”

“I can’t remember a time where I wouldn’t have kissed you.”

Groaning, she straightened his lapels. “You just can’t stand it, can you? You just had to try and show me up.”

He laughed and pulled his hands out of his pockets, reaching for her hand and lacing their fingers. “Did I show you up just now?”

“I dunno...” she said. “I’m pretty amazing. You have your work cut out for you” She was being facetious, but he couldn’t agree more.

“You are, you know?” he said softly.

She pursed her lips to stifle another laugh and tugged on his hand. “Come on. I want to slow dance and make all the girls jealous that I’ve snagged you.”

He didn’t know about other girls being jealous, but she was right about one thing. She had him.

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REOCCURRING WOMAN

REQUESTED FOR: @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

SUMMARY- reader is on the obx cast dating Drew/Rudy and a certain extra on the show is getting to close for comfort and posting photos on their insta with the boys as if they’re dating.

A/N: I’ve learned how to do tumblr right if that’s even a thing so I’m just making it better by decoration and all that jazz ( the stories are all the same just badazzled. ) happy reading :) also these other women I made them up they don’t exist except the last girl was an extra in the show ( no hate to her ) it just fit very well lmao.

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DREW:

You and the gang are back in Charleston, South Carolina the corona virus pushed back Filming for a few months which was a blessing in disguise for Jonas to work in a script and to make sure locations where set to film and to have anything else needed to be there, with a new season means new extras you and the cast always invite them out to hang so they feel welcomed and to make new friends.

You’re into your second month of Filming season two everyone knows you and Drew are together the fans are so loving and excited you guys are together everyone thinks you guys are soo cute over the past two months back one extra who plays a kook Kelce is currently dating likes to flirt with Drew often Drew doesn’t flirt back but he is nice and doesn’t push her away. It doesn’t really bother you that much because all it really is is some slight arm touching and laughing at everything he says even if it isn’t a joke like an annoying school girl, but other then that you really like her.

You were currently with the girls madelyn and Madison talking about clothes and planning for a girls week when all of a sudden Madison shouts out “Oh my god I can’t believe that bitch”

“What what happened?” Madelyn asked worried Madison just gave you guys her phone where you saw two people strolling on the beach but the person tagged made your heart stop

@Coleenjonesz

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@Coleenjonesz: our weekly beach strolls are my favorite😊🖤.

@drewstarkey: always having fun with you🤩

@jonasjpate: love when cast mates hang out.

@thekook: wait but isn’t drew with @Y/N ??

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You weren’t following her so this was all news to you, you took the phone from madelyn’s hands and went through her other photos most of her recent ones was of her and Drew and she always had some cute little flirty caption to go with it he had liked everyone single one and almost commented on all of them.

You looked up with tears in your eyes at your two friends who looked mad and also sad because you were hurt. You handed Madison her phone back and she quickly unfollowed Coleen but I’m doing so a story popped up that she had posted.

Madison quickly gave the phone back to you so you could view the story when you clicked on it you saw a beautiful beach that the sun was setting on and then the camera moved over and there stood your boyfriend with coleen on his back and they were both laughing the camera stopped as they both fell.

“Oh my god I can’t believe this, what do I do? I can’t call him he is with her right now and he would probably not even answer considering he is occupied” you said as tears fell down your face. Madelyn quickly scooped you into her arms rubbing your back smoothingly Madison jumped onto the bed and joined in on the group hug.

“Wait till before the dinner we have planned she won’t be there and you guys are getting ready together right?”Madison questions you just nod to what she says. “So talk to him then explain that it makes you uncomfortable and stuff, and hear him out.”

“Yeah maybe it isn’t what it looks like at all, she is probably doing it for more followers.” Madelyn rolled her eyes.

“Ok yeah, you’re right I’ll just talk to him” you sighed hugging your two best friends smiling slightly.

Later that night you drove to you and Drew’s shared apartment to get ready for this dinner, you walked into the apartment to see drew on his phone laying on the couch “oh there is my favorite girl” drew said scooping you up in his arms, “Drew look we need to talk” you said awkwardly not looking him in his eyes.

“Ok what’s up?”

“What’s going on with you and that extra Coleen? The weekly beach walks her posting photos like she is dating you? I know what she does isn’t in your control but you can tell her to stop”

Drew stood up from where he was sitting “she is just a friend I don’t see the problem In that she wants to make it as more then just in extra so I gave her some advice, and we realized we have similar interests so we just hangout and the beach walks are not weekly we don’t hang out nearly as much as her instagram shows it, come on you should know this because I’m with you” drew exasperated getting mad. “I don’t care if she is just a friend Drew be here friend that’s great help her with work I don’t care, what bothers me is she take photos of you and with you like she is your girlfriend and then I look like a dumbass to the world for not noticing it” you said raising your hands up

“Baby, who cares what others think I know that I love you and only you and I know you love me so why do you care what people think?” Drew asked “no I’m telling you I feel like a dumbass” you said tears in your eyes “do you think I would cheat on you ?” When you don’t answer he raises his voice “DO you think I would cheat on you?” He asks again just more demanding

“No I don’t think you would I trust you I don’t trust others she clearly gives 0 fucks that you have a girlfriend, she acts like it’s not a thing and just throws herself on you and you catch her and are there because you’re soo oblivious to what is happening” you said pulling your phone up to go to her Instagram only to find out you’re blocked. “She blocked me on Instagram drew, who does that unless you have something to hide?” You cried out.

Drew could tell this was really bothering you and suddenly his anger sub sided, “hey hey look at me, you’re not a dumbass. I didn’t know this stuff bothered you she is just my friend there is nothing going on there and there never will be I love you and only you. I just didn’t see what you were seeing but I’ll speak to her and get the photos taken down and tell her to back off a little ok?” Drew said hugging you and kissing your head

You nodded your head sniffling a little “now I have to text the girls and let them know it’s ok” you said getting up to get your phone that you had thrown across the room.

Drew burst out laughing “you girls are weird, hold on babe let me text the boys and gossip about it I also need them to help me pick out my outfit for tonight I have 3 options” Drew said in a girly voice mocking you, Madelyn, and Madison “ oh ahaha you’re so fucking funny” you smiled throwing a pillow at him.

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RUDY:

You had just gotten back in Charleston, South Carolina to start filming season 2 of obx, the funny thing about filming obx is that you and everyone else forget you’re even working it’s really just a bunch of family goofing around. You and Rudy decided to drive down from LA to Charleston just the two of you, it was lots of fun taking lots of photos of the beautiful views and taking candid photos of Rudy without his knowledge and him doing it as well just enjoying one another’s company.

You’re on your first week of filming and so far so good you love being back at the beach with your friends catching up and making new memories, one of the extras from season 1 came back she played a touron that chugged some alcohol with Rudy as JJ and a small glimpse of a hookup was in season 1 her name was Peyton belcher, she didn’t have any lines not really so her character is kinda unknown she was called back this season to re claim her small touron roll.

Peyton wasn’t close with the cast but everyone is familiar of her so we were all happy to see her back. Rudy and you have been dating for a year now almost 2 now you played his love interest which made you guys closer and you couldn’t help but fall in love with one another, you and Rudy chase and Maddie are the biggest ships on the show your Instagram is always Bum barded with nice comments on you and Rudy’s relationship and also amazing edits of you guys you love them all and it fills you with so much happiness.

You were all on your first day off since filming again JD, Madison, you, chase, Rudy, and Madelyn. Were all on a boat drinking and enjoying the sun you were laying on a towel while Rudy had his arms wrapped around you showing JD and Chase a video he captured on your drive from LA to Charleston. You felt your phone buzz from beside you, you noticed it was a Instagram notification. Yes you have your Instagram notifications on because you forget to turn it off and you like being able to be in contact with your fans, you have made quite a few friendships with fans and talk daily.

You opened your new dm to see a fan account request to send you a message of course you accepted it always happy to talk to new people

Obxlover: hey I don’t want to bother you or scare you but I saw someone post a picture today of her and Rudy looking a little to cozy and I just wanted you to know, it’s probably nothing anyway i love you and the show. I’ll send the pic right now.

Y/N: hey you’re not bothering me at all I’m so glad you love the show and I love you too.

Obxlover: ( sent you a photo from @peyton.belcher )

You clicked the link to the photo.

Peyton.belcher:

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You looked at the photo for a minute then back at your boyfriend “hey babe, when was this taken?” You asked him showing the phone up to him he took it from you looking at it confused “oh my god this was from when we did season one” he said laughing “I don’t know why she posted it tho considering we don’t talk barely but whatever” he said handing the phone back to you brushing it off like it’s nothing you shrugged your shoulders not really caring and continuing on with your fun with your friends.

Throughout the day on the boat you hear your phone pinging with notifications you pick it up wondering what is so important to see tons of people and can accounts sending you the same picture but some with screenshots of someone asking who is in the photo with Peyton and she responded saying the cutest boy she knows with a love heart next to it. You get irritated and mad and just turn your phone off to stop hearing and seeing all the posts and comments and questions of concern for your relationship with Rudy.

You all finally reach your destination being a restaurant on the water where you can pull up and dock your boat and just walk in, you still annoyed pick all your things up quickly and make your way off the boat as quick as possible walking ahead of everyone else “hey uh is she good or?” JD asks no one in particular “she probably saw what peyton said about Rudy being the cutest guy she knows under the post she posted fans are dming me worrying about you guys relationship so I’m sure her phone is blowing up she is probably just frustrated” Madison suggested trying to catch up to you.

“Dude are you with Peyton?” Chase stops walking and asks Rudy who just stares at him shocked, “are you serious right now why would you think that? That photo was from a year ago I would never ever hurt YN ever !!” Rudy yelled looking chase dead in the eyes you and Madison were still making your way to the restaurant but stopped when you heard Rudy yelling which is not like him at all you both look at one another and turn around to see what’s happening.

“If I thought you were cheating imagine how y/n feels right now, I’m sure her phone is blowing up with people saying things about you guys and Peyton I’m sorry you’re mad but it’s the first thing that came to mind I mean it looks like it from Instagram” chase said defensively

You and Madison started walking over slowly to the scene next to madelyn and JD who were watching awkwardly off to the side. “I’m not cheating on her I would never cheat on anyone ever ! I’m In love with y/n man I want to marry her and have so many kids why would I fuck something up with some girl I barely know ?? And why are you getting mad at me for something peyton posted !” Rudy screamed in chases face Rudy was on the brink of tears you could tell cause he was slightly shaking

You dropped your bags and ran to Rudy pushing him away from chase and pulled him in your arms stroking his hair “I know you weren’t cheating that never even crossed my mind babe, yeah I’m annoyed by my phone blowing up and being told you’re with her and not me and so on and so forth and it’s annoying that she is saying all these flirty things but I was never upset with you” you whispered to Rudy but the others could hear because they all smiled and wrapped each other in a hug watching the scene unfold “I’m in love with you to but I’m only ( your age ) give it a few years before you propose yeah ?” You question looking at him

“Yeah ok, I love you” Rudy says grabbing your hands and taking you to the restaurant for some food.

#rudy pankow imagines #outer banks imagines #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank outerbanks

[harryimaginestuff]

Never Love Again

Anon: Can you do one with harry being a dick/asshole and is really mean to y/n hurts her feelings(they arent dating) and harry tries to win? her back major angst please :)))

The song lyric used in this is from ‘Never Love Again’ from ‘A Star is Born’.

The one where Harry’s never been meaner (acquaintances!harry&y/n)

Genre: Angst 

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Mentions of death

      You’re thankful for the radiators on blast, their artificial heat hugging you allowing you to release the strong grip you had on your coat as the clear door slams shut behind you thanks to one of many strong gusts of wind.

      Wiping your feet on the carpet you wave animatedly at Jess, the receptionist, hurriedly taking off your scarf and coat hanging it on the pegs provided. Coming here had become a regular for you over the Summer, the prime time of music writing for musicians, so now in the freezing month of December getting ready for a writing session in one of London’s most famous recording studios had become second-nature to you.

      Jeff Azoff had contacted you years ago after hearing about your impeccable talent for song writing and admirable professionalism, something that he himself revered because he knew first-hand how frenzied operating within in this industry could get. So, when one of his father’s clients – John Mayor if we really feel like name dropping – had rambled on profusely about your undeniable talent he had no choice but to check you out. And that was almost 4 years ago. From then on the two of you had formed a close bond, tagging along on family holidays, being invited to the fanciest of parties and being the resident ghost writer for Full Stop Management.

      And today just like most days you were called into the studio to aid with the writing of yet another global superstar and according to the vague text that Jeff had sent you that morning, said artist was Harry Styles.

      Now, you weren’t completely unfamiliar with the man, after all having a friendship with Jeff automatically meant that you would constantly be in Harry’s presence, however you wouldn’t go as far as to call yourself friends. Your relationship with him had always been low-key and mediocre, chatting occasionally, and for lack of a better word, the two of you were merely friendly. Nothing more, nothing less. You had absolutely no issue with this of course, it wasn’t as if you both would never talk, you would exchange formalities, have light-hearted conversations, and his gentlemanly behaviour was evident from when the two of you had first met. You had always admired him, even in his boyband days, loving how he was never afraid to just be, respecting how he had the kindest and most gentle soul. You had no issue with admiring him from a distance.

      As you entered the recording booth you were greeted with warm smiles weirdly from everyone sans Harry it seemed. You shrugged off his odd behaviour, excusing his cold greeting with the fact that he has been stuck in here for hours, the stress from making a song stealing all of his attention as the deadline for his next album fast approached.

      “M’so sorry I’m late guys, got caught up at home.” You sheepishly mumbled an apology plopping yourself on the coach beside Mitch as you pulled your notebook out of your bag. You almostmissed the look Harry gave you, his face screwing up in distaste as he rolled his eyes. Almost.

    “No worries Y/N.” Jeff’s American accent ran thick, “You’re the one doing us a favour.” You ignored the sound of Harry huffing across the room, instead choosing to focus on finding the piece you thought would be best for Harry.     “We’ve been stuck here for hours,” Mitch groaned beside you, his head leaning back as he closed his eyes, “please tell me you have something for us.”

     You chuckled lightly, “As a matter of fact I do, it’s not much but it should be enough to kickstart a few gears,” reaching over you gently patted Mitch’s head to which he smiled brightly up at you.

      “Think I’ll be the judge of that thanks.” Harry finally spoke up; however, he was still huffing and puffing, “S’my album.”

     You ignored Harry’s harsh tone, instead choosing to smile brightly at him handing over your open notebook to which he took without even a whisper of a thank you.

      You watched on with nerves, your fingers fiddling on your lap as you Harry’s eyes skimmed over the pages covered with your hard work.

      However, rather than receiving the praise you thought you would get you were met with another scoff as his judgemental eyes turned to you.

     “S’supposed be prepared aren’t you? That’s why Jeff pays you.”

     “Harry!” Jeff shouts, yet the volume of his voice falls flat once it reaches Harry’s ears.

      “First your fucking late, s’not very professional is it? And then you hand me your supposed ‘chosen’ piece and it cannot be any further from what I am.”      “Don’t doubt my ability to write when I’ve been successfully for other artists for years.” You huffed, crossing your arms and leaning back into the leather sofa.      “M’ not doubting your abilities to write s’just even a basic amount of research would’ve been evidence that what you’ve just shown me is not like me.”

     Your heart beats erratically and your hands clench in an attempt to keep the rapidly growing irritation at bay. Reminding yourself repeatedly that it would not be okay if you were to kick him in the shins.

      “Like you said Harry, it’s your album you do have the final say,” you said through gritted teeth. “A ‘no thanks’ would’ve sufficed too though.”      Reaching out your arm you grab your abandoned notebook carefully turning to the page that had the other page with a post-it note hanging out. “I’ve got another one that I thought we could use.”

     Before coming you were sceptical of whether you would want anyone to look at these specific lyrics you had written, along with a couple others, you held these lyrics closest to your heart. However, it was this particular one that stood out to you as you had browsed through your book as soon as you received Jeff’s message. Maybe these lyrics could mean something to someone as much as it did to you.

     Please be gentle. You thought, once again handing the notebook back to Harry praying that he wouldn’t be as harsh with this one.

      Once again you were watching on, your body full of nerves more so than the previous time. But rather than receiving a death glare you were met with a breathy laugh as Harry read over the lyrics you had given.

      “Fucks sake,” you heard him mumble causing your heart to drop. “Have you ever even been in love?”

     “Wha-” you asked surprise ringing clear in your voice.

     “S’literally the most two-dimensional thing ever. S’not captured anything at all. And apparently you’re of the best writers today.” He complained. “Fucking lie s’what that is.”

     “Harry what’s wrong with you!” Mitch jumped to your defence, completely in shock at his mate’s behaviour.

     “M’just telling the truth, nothing wrong with that.” Harry pauses taking the time to read your work only to dissect it right in front of you. “Like seriously ‘Don’t wanna feel another touch’, pretty basic Y/N at least write something you have experience with.”

      Harry’s words were snarky and had no issue with cutting deep right to your bones.

      You sat there staring at the man across from you, completely dumbfounded with how your day had turned out. You never expected to be sitting across from Harry Styles, someone who had been nothing but nice to you since you first met and yet here you were, being ripped to shreds by the exact same man.      Your throat was tight as if being strangled with thorns, the words coming of your mouth strained as you fought the tears that were already threatening to spill. “You don’t even know me Harry.”

     “Yeah and I don’t need to to know what you’re like.”

     “I don’t know what’s warranted you to act the way you’ve been. M’just trying to help you get out of the funk that you’ve been in all day. No need to drag me through the mud.” You stood up, clutching your bag in your hands, shooting Harry one last look. “I’m going home I don’t feel too good, but feel free to browse through my book to find at least one thing that’s worth your time.”     You ignored the calls of your name from both Mitch and Jeff only sending them a small wave and a tight smile as you exited the room. You didn’t care if your actions seemed ‘unprofessional’ or ‘childish’ there was just no way you would allow yourself to break down in front of anyone.

     You weren’t ready to go back into the cold, not when you felt as if there was no more warmth left inside you. Who did he think was to say any of that to you? He had no clue what you’ve been through, what you’ve felt.

     You may have only been 18 at the time but heartbreak was still heartbreak and death was still death.

      You always struggled to think back to a time where he was there, when the dull ache in your chest hadn’t been torturing you for months on end. When you had felt free and loved.

      But one night he had been ripped from you, pried from your loving grip and taken away without so much as a last goodbye from either of you.

      It was a drunk driver. A tragic accident. One that you would never allow yourself to forget. He had been on his way to you that night, after you begged him to come over to keep you company.

      He was there until he wasn’t. And you hated yourself for a while because of it.

      Over the time your self-hatred had evolved to sadness, anger until finally peace. The first time you had ever felt such content was when you were sat at your desk, an untouched notebook resting in front of you, your hands moving before your mind could even process. Until hours later you finally stopped and what was once untouched was now full of words, lyrics and songs about what you felt, ups and downs and all.

      And now the same notebook rested on the small coffee table, ready to be dissected even further by a man who knew nothing.

     There was only one thing that could get you out of the hole you had sunk into. That night you found yourself sitting at the same desk, paper in-hand, where you wrote yourself to sleep, dreaming of a green-eyed man and a fatal collision. 

//

    It was a loud and startling knock that jerked you out of your slumber. Glancing at the clock you huffed in both confusion and annoyance, who would be here at 7am in the morning? The incessant knocking forced you to hurriedly walk to the door, calling out only to receive no answer, the sound of their knuckles overpowering your voice.

     And of course, the culprit behind the door would be none other than Harry Styles. After all who else would be up before 7am dressed in running gear, hair sweaty, a tell-tale sign that your place was a stop off after his morning jog.     “Harry?” you asked, confusion lacing your voice. “What are you doing here?”     Harry gestured to the door smiling shyly to which you nodded with a roll of the eye, swinging the door open he stepped in. “Nice.” He hummed, his eyes scanning the room.

     “Hello? It’s 7 in the morning Harry. Never mind how you even knew where I live but what are you doing here?”

     “Jeff.” He remarked still preoccupied with taking in your clustered flat. “I mean Jeff told me where you lived and I came back to give you your notebook.”     “Pretty sure Jeff’s not allowed to give out a client’s personal information.”     “He’s not.” Harry agreed, finally turning to look at you. “But I begged and s’more so to mend a friendship.”

     You shrugged your shoulders perplexed at the supposed friendship Harry claimed the two of you had. “Never aware we were friends to begin with.”     You were quick to cut off Harry’s reply, his mouth opening and his eyes shining with guilt. “I can see this conversation is going somewhere. Just give me a few to freshen up yeah? Just woke up.”

     Once you were in the safety of your bathroom, you let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding and took your time to freshen up.

      “The fuck.” You mumbled looking at your scruffy complexion. “This man gives me a headache.”

       Hyping yourself up in the mirror, you finally deemed yourself ready to come face-to-face with the man who had hurt you the night before.

     “I didn’t know.” He said as soon as you walked in, almost as if he had sensed your presence. At first you were left confused by his words, but that was until you saw the frame he was gripping in his hands.

      “Of course you didn’t, why would you?” You spoke after a moments silence, gently prying his fingers off of the photo and placing it back where it belonged.      “Mitch knew.” you raise your eyebrows in question and what this had to do with anything. “You met Mitch years after me, but Mitch knew.” 

    “Can you blame me? We were never that close Harry, but I got to a point in my friendship with Mitch to feel comfortable enough to open up and for him to recognise when there was something wrong with me.”

     Harry huffed; his eyes downcast so to not meet yours. “S’my point! I’ve known you for almost four years now and I could never see beyond the front you put on. I couldn’t see that you were in pain.” 

    You were shocked at his broken confession, but it only did so little to cure the damage he had done yesterday when he had verbally ripped into you and your hard work. “You really hurt me yesterday.”

     At your words Harry looked up at you, taking your hand in his he gently pulled you to your sofa, his hand still on yours even when you sat down. “I can’t even express to you how sorry I am.”

     “You can start with why maybe. I may not know you well, but I know you enough to know that outbursts like that always have a meaning behind.”

     “I was just so frustrated.” Harry paused with a slight shake of his head as if to get rid of the memories he had made the day before. “Not at you, at myself. The deadline is so close, and I’ve not even got half of the songs ready. And then Jeff called you in to do my work.”

     He let out a breathy laugh, his hand only leaving yours to be raised over his head in exasperation. “I mean I’m supposed to be one of the top artists of my generation and I don’t even have the brain capacity to write enough decent songs to make an album. I was so embarrassed that my manager thought I needed a ghost writer, someone who’s work I would take credit for, to write my songs for me. And then to make matters worse you had this book full of these amazing songs and it just made me question where I stood in the music world. God I was so jealous.  And I know none of this excuses my hateful words, but I just needed you to know where they came from.”

     “Not any concealed hate I have for you and not because I genuinely thought your writing was shit. It was just ‘cause in that moment I was an insecure little boy who couldn’t handle someone being better than him.”

     “You absolute idiot!” you all but shouted causing his eyes to widen in shock, “First of all, you’re a jealous prick. I can’t believe you ripped into me so bad and embarrassed me in front of everyone because you couldn’t admit to yourself the fact that you needed help. Second of all you I don’t know if you’re aware, but you have an album full of amazingly written songs, something that you took a huge risk and then succeeded regardless. Third you know I don’t want to be known for anything until I’m ready, so enough with that taking credit bullshit and fourth thanks a lot for ruining my first writing experience with you I can’t even begin to tell you how long I was waiting for someone to ask me.”

     “Oh and fifth! I forgive you. But you better not pull that shit with me again. I can take criticism but only if its constructive and not used to attack me.”

     You mumbled in surprise as Harry’s arms wrapped around you pulling you in for a tight hug shivers running over your body from his whispers of what an amazing person you are against your neck.

      “Well are you ready now?” Harry smiled slyly pulling away from the hug, the almost-creepy look on his face starting to freak you out.

     “Ready for what?” You asked with caution, unsure of where Harry was taking the conversation.

      “Want you to help me write tha’ lovely song you showed me ‘nd I want you to be put down as the co-writer.” Harry beamed at you. “If you’re ready of course, just thought if you wanted maybe it’s time for the world to see how talented you are.”

     Your mind was reeling as you contemplated your answer, you knew that somewhere down the line you wanted to be recognised for the work that you did. You just had never decided when, but as you looked at the man sitting beside you, you finally reached your answer.

“I’d love to.”

#Harry Styles #harry #styles #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst

[bookishable]

deathly hallows book moments

warning: this one’s a rollercoaster ride of emotions, read at your own risk.

‘the idea of a teenage dumbledore was simply odd, like trying to imagine a stupid hermione or a friendly blast-ended skrewt.’

“i don’t think you’re a waste of space.”

‘he felt like asking them to show a little more respect for his privacy as they all began stripping off with impunity, clearly much more at ease with displaying his body than they would have been with their own.’

ron: why do i have to clean my room? mrs weasley: !!! WEDDING !!! ron: theyre not getting married in my damn bedroom

“we’re coming with you. that was decided months ago—years, really.”

“if i picked up a sword right now, ron, and ran you through with it, i wouldn’t damage your soul at all.” “which would be a real comfort to me, i’m sure”

harry waking up on his birthday forgetting he was 17

“accio glasses!” although they were only around a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom towards him, at least until they poked him in the eye.

ron giving harry a book called twelve fail-safe ways to charm witches for his birthday

“i’ve learned a lot. you’d be surprised, it’s not all about wandwork, either.”

‘the rest of her speech was lost; harry had got up and hugged her. he tried to put a lot of unsaid things into the hug and perhaps she understood them’

“are you planning to follow a career in magical law, miss granger?” “no i’m not, i’m hoping to do some good in the world!”

“it’s time you learned some respect!” “it’s time you earned it”

hermione: when we were little we heard stories like snow white and cinderella ron: what’s that, an illness? harry: rip me i never got read any stories

“a brutal triple murder by the bridegroom’s mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.”

“merlin’s beard, what is xenophilius lovegood wearing? he looks like an omelette.” excuse me why wasn’t auntie muriel like this in the film

“he used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky, then run on to the dance floor, hoist up his robes and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his—” “yes, he sounds a real charmer”

harry suggesting that xenophilius lovegood’s deathly hallows necklace is the cross-section of the head of a crumple-horned snorkack

“vot is the point of being an international quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?”

‘harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where ron could stick his wand instead.’

harry reading lily’s letter and noticing that they wrote their g’s the same way as each other, i’m sobbing

‘the letter was an incredible treasure, proof that lily potter had lived, really lived’

KREACHER’S GODDAMN TALE

kreacher hitting mundungus over the head with a saucepan “perhaps just one more, master harry, for luck?”

“if anyone shouldn’t go, it’s harry, he’s got a ten thousand galleon price on his head—” “fine, i’ll stay here, let me know if you ever defeat voldemort, won’t you?”

‘with a twinge of regret that had nothing to do with food, harry imagined the house-elf busying himself over the steak and kidney pie that harry, ron and hermione would never eat.’

‘not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.’

the sign outside the wreckage of the potters’ house, covered with messages left for harry

the child who had the nerve to say “nice costume, mister!” to mr tom riddle the dark lord voldemort, what an icon

“after you left, she cried for a week. probably longer, only she didn’t want me to see. there were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. with you gone… she’s like my sister, i love her like a sister and i reckon she feels the same way about me. it’s always been like that. i thought you knew.”

“you’ve sort of made up for it tonight, getting the sword. finishing off the horcrux. saving my life.” “that makes me sound a lot cooler than i was” “stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was, i’ve been trying to tell you that for years.”

ron single-handedly fighting off five snatchers by telling them he was stan shunpike

“he must’ve known i’d run out on you.” “no, he must’ve known you’d always want to come back.”

“i just think it’s a bit spookier if it’s midnight!” “yeah, because we really need a bit more fear in our lives”

“death’s got an invisibility cloak?” “so he can sneak up on people, sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking…”

luna decorating her bedroom ceiling with paintings of her friends (i’m not crying, you are)

POTTERWATCH

“we’re all human, aren’t we? every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.”

“i’d tell him we’re all with him in spirit, and i’d tell him to follow his instincts, which are good and nearly always right.”

hagrid throwing a ‘support harry potter’ party

“the fact remains he can move faster than severus snape confronted with shampoo when he wants to”

“no! you can have me, keep me!” this book went from making me smile to shattering my heart in around three pages

‘hermione was screaming again: the sound went through harry like physical pain.’

ron’s ‘passable imitation of wormtail’s wheezy voice’

“so young, to be fighting so many.”

‘ron said, “blimey, a baby!” as if he had never heard of such a thing before.’

‘he seemed set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to teddy lupin as sirius black had been to him.’

“he was never free, never, the night that your brother died he drank a potion that drove him out of his mind. he started screaming, pleading with someone who wasn’t there… it was torture to him, if you’d seen him then, you wouldn’t say he was free.”

“i’m going to keep going until i succeed—or i die. don’t think i don’t know how this might end. i’ve known it for years.”

“i got this one for asking her how much muggle blood she and her brother have got.” “blimey, neville, there’s a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.”

“yeah, well, food’s one of the five exceptions to gamp’s law of elemental transfiguration,” said ron, to general astonishment.

“why would harry potter try to get inside ravenclaw tower? potter belongs in my house!”

‘harry heard a little strain of pride in her voice, and affection for minerva mcgonagall gushed up inside him.’

harry using the cruciatus curse on amycus in front of mcgonagall because “he spat at you”

mcgonagall dueling snape and sending a swarm of daggers at him

“where’s professor snape?” “he has, to use the common phrase, done a bunk” minerva i love you

neville throwing mandrakes over the walls

“is this the moment? OI! there’s a war going on here!” “i know, mate, so it’s now or never, isn’t it?”

‘and percy was shaking his brother, and ron was kneeling beside them, and fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.’

‘a herd of galloping desks thundered past, shepherded by a sprinting professor mcgonagall.’

harry stunned the death eater as they passed: malfoy looked around, beaming, for his saviour, and ron punched him from under the cloak. “and that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!”

trelawney using crystal balls to knock out death eaters ‘with a movement like a tennis serve’

“are you a wizard, or what?”

“you must kill me.” “would you like me to do it now? or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?”

‘this cold-blooded walk to his own destruction would require a different kind of bravery.’

‘he was tiny in death.’

‘he felt he would have given all the time remaining to him for just one last look at them; but then, would he ever have had the strength to stop looking?’

“we’re all going to keep fighting, harry. you know that?”

“i am sorry too, sorry i will never know him… but he will know why i died and i hope he will understand. i was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.”

“until the very end”

“this is, as they say, your party.” harry had no idea what this meant; dumbledore was being infuriating.

“it is a curious thing, harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.”

“do not pity the dead, harry. pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.”

“of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

‘the scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that professor mcgonagall could make such a sound.’

ron breaking voldemort’s silencing charm “he beat you!”

“i’ll join you when hell freezes over, dumbledore’s army!”

harry calling voldemort tom riddle like “yes, i dare”

‘tom riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken’ where please, movies?

‘mcgonagall had replaced the house tables, but nobody was sitting according to house anymore’

peeves’ song voldy’s gone mouldy

‘tears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him filled harry with the same balm as phoenix song.’

harry FIXING HIS DAMN WAND

“i’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.”

“if you’re not in gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you, but no pressure.”

albus complaining that everyone is staring and ron being like “it’s me. i’m extremely famous.”

‘the scar had not pained harry for nineteen years. all was well.’

#deathly hallows is the best book and i am not taking criticism on this #congratulations if your eyes are still dry #hp book moments #deathly hallows #harry potter books #harry potter quotes #hp textpost

[illogicalhusbands]

The Game is Afoot - pt. 4

Bill Masters x Alec Hardy Masters of Sex / Broadchurch Crossover Link to Part 3

So sorry for the long wait! Both my co-mod and I have been extremely busy with our personal lives. I’ve come down with the flu and also had to deal with an emergency that led me to move homes so I’ve had my hands very full. But this update became unexpectedly long, so there actually will be one more part to follow! (Though I feel I’ve been saying that for the past two updates already). Also, wow 300 FOLLOWERS! I am FLOORED. Thanks everyone for the support! I hope the newcomers are all enjoying the content here. I’ll also be putting up a navigation page for the blog soon so it’ll be easier to find the fanfics and fanart that we make.

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Everyone was staring.

It was one of those rare days that Masters had gotten him to agree to get something that vaguely resembled a complete meal for breakfast, yet by the time they had sat down Alec was quickly losing his appetite.

Pushing thin-rimmed spectacles up the bridge of his nose, he pointedly ignored the sticky feeling of several pairs of eyes on him as he perused through the list of fifty or so names and phone numbers in his hand, taunting him.

“Holmes.”

Alec groaned. He was nowhere near cracking this case than he had been a week ago. There had to be something that he was missing!

“Holmes.” A hand shot out to grab his forearm. Alec looked up to Masters’ steel blue eyes lit up with… worry? “I know this serial burglary case has been driving you mad, but you look horrifying. Just, please, eat something.”

Alec blinked blearily at him. “I’m fine, Watson,” he said, mustering up all the vitriol that he could onto that last word.

“That’s doctor Watson to you,” said Masters, on the slight edge of teasing once again. “But in all seriousness, I am an actual doctor, so you better listen to me when I say you need to take better care of yourself.”

Alec snarled. “I bloody hate doctors.”

“And I’m sure they find you an absolute delight to be with.” Masters took a sandwich from Alec’s plate and held it up to his face. “Now, eat.”

There was something about the doctor’s tone that was so commanding, in a way that never failed to grab Alec’s attention. It was always paired by those cold blue eyes and set jaw. Alec could tell he wielded this weapon on more than one occasion. He could picture Masters talking down rivals or even superiors, looking every bit like the prim and proper man that he presented himself to be, the presence of danger in his eyes the only indicator of his vicious intent. Masters probably never had much difficulty in getting anything he wanted.

Damn, Alec thought, And why did this bastard have to be so bloody attractive?

Alec was able to hold down half of his sandwich. He managed to convince Masters that he would finish the rest at a later time at work. Masters looked doubtful, but that seemed to satisfy him enough.

The whispers restarted when they got up from their seats. Alec grit his teeth. Did this town have nothing better to talk about than what other people got up to? He took a deep breath and nearly prayed that Masters hadn’t noticed at all that the entire bloody town thought of them as an item and could not seem to shut up about it.

Masters walked a step ahead of him and opened the door. “Pleasure as always, Mr. Holmes,” he said with a smooth grin. Please, please please don’t notice how other people have been talking about us. Above all, please don’t notice how much I want them to be right.

Alec startled at the hand on his lower back, gently pushing him out the door. He tried to look more relaxed, but he could see Masters had taken note of it.

They stepped out onto the pavement. Alec lingered, not wanting to leave things awkward between them. They spoke at the same time.

“Look—”

“I’m—”

“You first,” Alec said.

“Holmes…” the doctor started, eyes darting around nervously. “You know what? It’s nothing. I enjoyed breakfast today. And your company, um… thank… you for that.”

Alec felt his cheeks warming. “Y-yeah? I mean, alright. It-it’s fine, I—” he could see Masters slightly pursing his lips. “You know people talk, right?”

“I imagine they do little else,” said Masters flatly.

Alec scratched the back of his head. How can he get his message across without sounding too presumptuous? “I mean they—ah, they seem to think that we… are together.”

Masters blinked. “But we are together.”

The blood in Alec’s veins turned to ice. “W-what do you—”

“Right now, we’re here. Standing. Together. Is there something so scandalous about that?”

Alec tried to look for any signs on Masters’ face that he was kidding, but there was none. His brow was furrowed in concentration, mulling over the oddity in Alec’s statement.

“O-oh, you meant—I mean, yes! Yes, we are indeed, um, together.” Crap! He’d completely misread the situation. He scolded himself. Don’t look any more like a bumbling idiot in front of him! What was he even doing? Bringing this up with Masters was a surefire way of sending him running for the hills. Alec internally sighed. What kind of respectable man would want to be associated with a “shitface” disgraced detective? If Masters had any idea that the people of Broadchurch had branded them as the town’s Couple of the Year, he’d never want to see Alec again, much less be seen with him. “I suppose I’m just worried about your um, privacy.”

“My… privacy.”

“Yes! You know how it is in here. Everyone’s always up in other people’s business and—oh, would you look at the time!” He raised his wrist and realized a bit too late that he’d forgotten his watch. “I best get going. This was…” There was no reason to look like a flustered schoolgirl, he told himself. “Great, uh… mate.” And before he could stop himself, his fist bumped dejectedly onto Masters’ arm.

For Christ’s sake.

Masters looked at his miserable excuse for social communication and thankfully said nothing.

“I’ll see you around.” Masters gave his arm a firm squeeze that sent electric jolts straight to his chest cavity and left.

Alec kicked the pavement—and inhaled sharply at the contact and the stabs of pain that coursed up his foot.

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Just to add a cherry on top of his already messy, bloody cake, a whole bag of bad news greeted him at work. Cold leads, no new suspects, and inconsistent witness statements. Alec spent the next six hours bent over files and data cards, shutting off all his bodily functions and channeling his energy into coming up with anything that might be able to make sense of this increasingly complex case.

“CCTV brought up nothing, sir,” said Miller, looking not much better than he did. “I searched all night-”

“But that’s impossible!” Alec rifled through his own notes, skimming across messily scrawled witness accounts. “You should able to find that red van on the corner of Ivy and Hodges. Without that, our entire case is just mere speculation!”

“I don’t know what to do, sir. I’m just astounded as you are.”

Alec groaned, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. “We can’t be caught theorising, Miller! We need evidence.”

“Hang on, I’m working on it!” Miller put her hands on her hips, indignant. “Don’t have to make it look like you’ve been doing all the bloody work. You know how many all nighters I’ve put on in this office?”

“I’m not accusing you,” said Alec, rubbing his entire face, trying to keep himself awake. He could feel his mind floating off elsewhere and that was not good.

“All the while you were off gallivanting with Doctor Masters—”

“Do not bring him into this, Miller. He’s got nothing-”

“Oh don’t put that ‘we’re strictly acquaintances’ bullshit on me! I’m happy for you, really I am. And you definitely need to unwind more than all of us here.”

“It’s not bullshit. We’re barely even friends.”

Miller rolled her eyes. Her expression shifted drastically from the hopeless look she sported before. “At this point, it’s not even cute anymore. You’re just being very annoying.”

“Glad to see I haven’t lost my charm.”

Alec raked a hand through his hair, fighting through a pounding headache. “Masters has given no indication whatsoever of him… caring for… in that way. Just let it go, will you?”

A voice from the main entrance halted their conversation.

“Delivery for a… Sherlock Holmes?” The poor delivery girl was holding up a brown paper bag in her arms as she read the card with pure confusion on her face. She flushed. “Oh no. I-I think this may have been a prank. Is anyone of you actually-”

Miller shot a pointed look at Alec, who stood frozen with his mouth open.

“No, luv, not to worry! He’s right here.” said Miller, walking over to free the girl of the package.

Alec briefly snapped out of it enough to process what he was seeing. “H-how much is this?”

“Oh, no, it’s already been paid for by card, Mr. Holmes,” said the relieved girl. “Have a nice day!”

Alec still couldn’t move by the time Miller had brought the paper bag over to him.

“Go on, then. Open it! This is probably the only entertainment I’m getting today.”

Alec glared at her. “Entertainment. Really, Miller, we’re not a soap opera.”

“Hardy, I have had a very long week and things are very bleak right now with the case, so either you open this bag or I open your skull. Your choice.”

Alec opened the bag.

Inside was a box of takeout from one of his favorite Thai restaurants nearby. A sticky note taped on the top read—I’m aware we’re both busy. Consider this my way of buying you lunch. (Finish all of it.) W.

Miller had been reading over his shoulder again.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” Alec said.

“I swear to god. I can’t deal with this right now.” Miller groaned loudly and cradled her head. “God, I need a coffee.” Alec heard her retreating footsteps.

Alec took out the food from the bag, staring at it as if it were on fire. What did all this mean?

The whispers came back full force. Apparently the entire office had a good view over what just occurred. It was clear the package was addressed to Alec, and they could only think of one person who it came from and they, unfortunately, were correct.

Alec grabbed the food and stomped over to his office, slamming the door behind him. He needed to put a stop to this. The situation was getting out of hand. If people got more ideas about him and Masters, it would ruin everything they had at present. Why, oh why did Alec have to always want more than he deserved? Why couldn’t he just be content with what he was given? Why did he have to develop shoddy feelings for the man?

He of course knew the answer to that. Masters was striking. He commandeered a presence in every room he entered. But more than his appearances, he was also interesting. Alec could never quite tell if he was a being a righteous asshole or just plain blunt. He’d only known Masters for five months, but the companionship between them grew with hardly any effort from either side. He was intelligent and funny, often without meaning to. Alec saw him and instantly felt the need to smoothen his suit, or fix his hair and just try his might at keeping up with the brilliance of this man, to impress him somehow. To make any sort of impression on him, really. He orbited around Masters, held in place by a natural gravitational force.

He absolutely cannot ruin this just because of some vastly exaggerated stories from the grapevine. Still, these people showed no sign of slowing down. He resolved to the one thing that was left for him to do: slam on the brakes.

He needed to avoid Dr. William Masters.

 -

The next day was barely any better. They had made no progress with the case, and both Alec and Miller were at their wits’ end trying to piece everything together. Alec hasn’t handled a case as harrowing as this in about a year. He stayed in the office all night so that Miller could go home and check up on her kids. Alec ran through more CCTV footage and transcripts from witness’ statements. He could feel the answer nearing him, almost within his grasp. He just needed to know which direction to take his hands.

Alec downed the rest of his tepid tea. He set the mug down. When did he get two mugs? It was only then that he noticed his vision spinning. He shook his head. There was no time for sleep when the truth was only millimetres away from his fingertips!

The vibrations from his phone woke him back up. He turned to look. Why was Masters calling at this hour?

“What?” His voice was gruff from disuse. He’d been alone in the headquarters for hours now.

“Ah, so you are still at work.” Masters’ voice was infuriatingly proper and formal, as always.

“Did Miller tell you that?”

“Ellie sent me a text saying you’ll be out all night. I see you’ve not had any luck on the case,”

Alec huffed. “Have you come to gloat?”

“Gloating’s not really my style. However, I will share with you the fact that I’ll be accepting an award next week for my groundbreaking research on improved strategies for in vitro fertilization.”

“That hardly sounds impressive, Watson.” It was very impressive.

“If properly adopted, they could increase IVF success rate by up to forty percent.” Alec could sense the excitement radiating off him through the phone. “Fertility treatments used to be so taboo, Holmes. But we live in an age where these conversations have been opened up in the vernacular. If these techniques—these conversations about the human body—could be made more accessible, imagine how many people can live without that social pressure burdening their shoulders, how many women would not be made to feel so-so ashamed of their bodies! This… This age is a turning point, Holmes, I can feel it. And I would like a part in it. Dabble my footsteps in it, so to say.”

“You’ll leave the most impressive footprints,” Alec found himself saying as a fond smile made its way over to his face.

“Will I?” said Masters, a little flirtatious.

There was no one around at the moment. Alec allowed himself to bask in it, his heart only a little bit broken. “Guarantee it. Be a goldmine for Forensics, I say.”

“Well, I’m glad you have so much confidence in me. Not very many people do.”

Alec took a glance at the clock. 2:17 A.M. and no signs of finishing work anytime soon. He took a deep breath—eyes opening in shock as the air rushed into his lungs like knives.

“Is everything alright?”

He clutched at his desk, making feeble attempts at normalizing his breathing, but the panic only grew stronger. His vision was blurring. Masters’ voice on the phone sounded much farther away.

The last thing he registered was the voice from the phone yelling out his name. His name. And then he blacked out.

TO BE CONTINUED

#illogical husbands #bill masters #alec hardy #masters of sex #broadchurch #crossover ship #ficlet #the game is afoot #leann writes

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My first attempt at writing something M*A*S*H related, or writing anything in years. Please message me if you have any suggestions! I might post this to AO3 later.

The 4077th is faced with another cold, winter night and BJ isn’t handling the cold-snap too well. Hawkeye is there to help him out. (2.2K words)

(References to Baby Its Cold Outside (7x10) & Mail Call (2x23) )

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“Attention all personnel! Bundle up and grab some coffee in the mess while it lasts. It’s going to be a cold one tonight, folks!”

The bitter wind whipped in the air that would send a strong shiver down one’s spine. It seemed like yesterday the camp was soaking in the rays of the warm summer sun, but those days were long gone.

Time flies when you waste your days doing meatball surgery on wounded men and boys from the front lines - hoping they’ll live to see another day.

It was now the middle of November and the 4077th mobile hospital in Uijeongbu, South Korea was faced with a premature winter storm. The forecast called for flurries, strong winds, and below freezing temperatures that were not welcomed by the unit.

It was the second winter blast of the week and supplies were now low in stock. Extra blankets were non-existent in the supply room. They were either wrapped around patients in post-op or wrapped around the personnel like mummies. Firewood was also scarce due to the last storm. This left the unit scrambling to find supplies they would need to keep themselves warm. 

The unlucky personnel would have to find other means of warmth.

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Hawkeye sprinted across the compound towards the Swamp. He just finished his evening post-op shift and Charles had finally arrived to relieve him after being 20 minutes late. Hawk was bundled up from head to toe with his arms wrapped tightly around himself to preserve body head as he ran, a few curse words escaping his lips. The cold air was biting at his exposed face and all he wanted to do was curl up next to the furnace and sleep. 

He finally made it to the Swamp and swung the door open, practically throwing himself inside. 

“Hawk, the door!” His bunk-mate BJ greeted him from his own cot, trying to shield himself away from the bitter cold wind Hawkeye let in by burrowing deeper into his blanket.

“I got it, Beej. Cool it.” he muttered as he slammed the door shut. 

“Mother Nature beat me to it.” muttered BJ as he adjusted the army-issued toque on his head. His teeth chattering in the process. The winter storm was making him miserable. He wasn’t used to the sub-zero temperatures in Korea. It was a new concept.

Before being drafted, he spent his entire life living in California and rarely had to worry about being cold. Living in Korea for the past year  reminded him that not everywhere was sunny and warm like California. He knew it would be cold - but the draft board didn’t tell him it would be this cold.

Hawk wrapped the blanket on his cot around himself and crouched down in the middle of the tent where the gas stove usually was. He raised his hands out in front of it, expecting it to warm his cold and tired body.

He raised an eyebrow when he realized no heat emitted from the unit. He then realized the gas stove was missing. 

“Don’t tell me i’m going crazy. Could’ve sworn we had a gas stove in here. ” Hawk said in confusion. 

“We did, until about 10 minutes ago. Radar took it. He said post-op needs all the gas stoves they can find to keep the patients warm.” explained BJ as he shivered in his bunk. “The last time he did it, I hid his glasses in the meat-loaf. I think i’ll hide them in the latrine this time.” 

“This is just perfect.” Hawk said sarcastically. He stood up and paced around the tent in an attempt to keep himself warm without the gas stove.

“I’m already frozen from my head down to my toes and our good friend, Chuckles, is now sitting in post-op probably bathing in the warmth of OUR gas stove. Now we’re stuck here to freeze our butts off in this flimsy tent!” Hawkeye ranted. “He could’ve at least left his ugly polar suit or gloves to keep us warm! That little-” 

Hawk stopped himself when his eyes landed on BJ for a second time, noticing something different.

“Wait a minute….Is that my sweater?” 

“Mhm.” BJ mumbled as he lifted the collar of the sweater up to keep his neck warm.

The navy blue wool sweater his dad sent him last year was currently wrapped around BJ’s semi-slim frame, the collar of the fabric peeking out from under his olive green coat.

“First you steal my socks, and now my sweater. What’s next? My pants?”

“I was cold and I found it under your cot. You can have it back if you want if you want.” BJ replied as he began to undo the top buttons of the sweater.

“No, no.” Hawk replied as he placed a hand on BJ’s shoulder. “Keep it. I’m just kidding.”

“You sure?” BJ paused. 

“Yeah...it’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes. Not just my socks this time.” 

“Good. Because it’s very warm. Tell your dad I said thanks.”

“Your regards will be in my next letter to Crabapple Cove. Dad will appreciate it.”

“You know..I wish Peg thought of sending me a sweater. Instead she sent more rum cookies instead of something warm to wear. This is Korea we’re talking about. It’s freezing.” BJ half-joked.

“Keep it, Beej. I mean it. Besides, you look really good in my sweater.” 

BJ raised an eyebrow at him. “How can you tell?” 

“Just trust me. You look good.” he winked. 

Hawk laid down on his cot, pulling the thin army-issued blanket over his body to block out the frigid air with little success. He was cold, tired, and all he wanted to do was sleep. 

Hawk turned onto his side towards BJ. He was now sitting up in his bunk, his legs pulled towards his chest with his blanket wrapped around himself. He felt sympathetic for his younger bunk mate. He knew BJ wasn’t experienced in handling cold snaps unlike himself; who grew up in Maine and experienced cold snaps like this every winter.

He watched BJ pick up his most recent letter from Peg that sat on his footlocker and read it for what seemed like the fifth time this week. 

“Can’t get enough of that letter, huh?” Hawk asked, letting out a yawn. 

“Huh? Oh yeah. Keeps my mind off the cold.” BJ replied as he shivered again. 

“What’s new in Mill Valley?”

“She says that they had six warm days in a row. In fact, it was so nice she and my parents took Erin to San Francisco for the day. It says that Erin’s favorite part of the trip was seeing the Golden Gate Bridge. It says ‘I wish you were here to see it, BJ. Her eyes lit up like she was handed the moon. It was the cutest thing i’ve seen.’ Damn. I should’ve been there to see it too. I miss the warmth of San Francisco but instead I'm here about to catch hypothermia.”

“You will be there, Beej. We’ll get out of this dump. It won’t last forever.”

“The peace talks say otherwise.”

“Listen to me.” Hawk said as he raised his head from his pillow. “I will personally march myself up to MacArthur’s doorstep to personally stop this war if I have too. Just for you. You’ll make it out of here in one piece and you’ll see your wife and kid again. You’ll be back in sunny California in no time, and then you can come visit me in Crabapple Cove anytime you wish.”

“Who says i’ll visit?” he teased. 

“Says me. It’s only been a year but we’ve been through hell and back together. This isn’t a bond that can be thrown away once this war is over and we all go home. Trapper left without saying goodbye before you showed up and I haven’t heard a word from him since. I’m not letting you do the same. Besides, how am I supposed to live without Peg’s baking? It’s to die for.” he explained. He knew he was rambling on to BJ but he didn’t care - he needed a distraction from the cold.

“It’s a deal, Hawk.” BJ smiled, placing the letter back on his footlocker. He was lucky to have met Hawkeye, even in one of the worst circumstances possible. It was the only luck he seemed to have since he was drafted.

BJ laid down on his cot again and curled up onto his side.“I have post-op in the morning, see ya then, if we survive the night.” he said as he closed his eyes.

“Night BJ, don’t let the frost-bite get ya.”

BJ grinned. “Yes mom. Goodnight, Hawk.”

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A particularly strong gust of wind blew against the tent, waking Hawkeye in the process. It felt like the temperature dropped another ten degrees in the matter of hours. He was about to tug his blanket over his head when he heard someone’s teeth chattering. Hawk lifted his head up and noticed BJ visibly shiver in his cot. 

“Beej? You alright?” he half-whispered to him, wondering if he was awake or not.

He didn’t get a response for a few moments until BJ popped his head out from under his blanket. 

“Yeah. Just cold. Go back to sleep.” he mumbled as his teeth chattered more.

Hawk shook his head. Sleep was now a lost cause for Hawk at this point. The cold temperature and howling wind now made it nearly impossible.

Hawk was concerned for his friend who was shivering on the other side of the tent. He knew that he was having a tough time dealing with the frigid cold. It would’ve been a lot easier if the gas stove was here, but they sacrificed it for the patients.

Suddenly, he had an idea to help both of them. 

Hawk wrapped his blanket around himself and made his way over to BJ’s cot.

“Move over, Beej.” Hawk mumbled to the younger man, who moved over as much as he could without a complaint.

Hawk settled himself half on top of BJ and wrapped his arms around the younger man, their legs becoming entangled in one another. He then threw his blanket over top both of them.

“What’re you doin’?” BJ mumbled half-asleep, his teeth chattering once again.

“You’re shivering, so I’m keeping you warm. Damn it, BJ. You’re like an icicle.”

“Mmm. And you’re like a personal body heater”

“Glad I can be useful,” he smiled. “Come here.”

Hawk pulled BJ even closer to him, if it was even possible, and rubbed his arm gently in an attempt to warm him up.

They laid in silence for a while. They eventually rolled onto their sides and had their arms wrapped tightly around each other. BJ rested his forehead against Hawkeye’s shoulder, who had his chin rested on top of BJ’s head. They both fit perfectly in eachothers arms. Hawk smiled when he noticed BJ’s shivering had died down.

“Hawk?”

“Mhm?”

“Thanks for this. Feeling warmer already.”

“No problem, Beej. I’m here for you. No matter what. We’ll get through this.” 

They both fell asleep moments later, the storm already long forgotten as they curled up in eachothers arms.

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“Captain Pierce! Captain Hunnicutt! You in there?”

The swamp door creaked open, allowing the morning sunlight to illuminate the tent, and Radar timidly stepped inside the tent.

“Oh good. There you are, sirs.”

He found Hawkeye and BJ cuddled up together on one cot in the back right corner of the tent. BJ was snoring softly, dead to the world. His arms were wrapped tightly around Hawkeye like an octopus and his cheek was resting against his shoulder.

“Radar? What is it?” Hawkeye suddenly asked, startling the young corporel. 

“I’m sorry sirs but Winchester told me to tell you that he wants Captain Hunnicutt in post-op right away. He’s supposed to cover for him and he’s already 10 minutes late.”

“Hmm. Five more minutes.” 

“But sir-“

“I said five more minutes, Radar. I’ll make it an order if I have too.” 

Radar stared at them with his mouth opened slightly and huffed.

“Oh boy. You’re gonna owe Winchester for this. He’s already on my back as it is and I'm not the one who's late!” 

“Go, Radar. We’ll be there soon. I’ll leave last month’s volleyball nudes under your door for you if you tell Winchester to wait a few more minutes.” Hawk smiled.

“Yes sir!” and Radar was gone seconds later.

Hawk then turned his attention back to BJ. He didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He looked so peaceful curled up in his arms and honestly - it felt nice. 

Sure, Hawk spent the night with many of the nurses on the compound and girls back in his hometown but BJ was different. There was something about another man laying against him, seeking comfort that Hawk was more than willing to provide. He realized that he liked taking care of BJ. 

Hawk ran a hand through BJ’s hair and sighed happily. He could get used to this. For the first time in his life, he wished for more wintery cold nights like this. 

#writing #ngl this is kinda bad