don't ask me what he thinks he's doing with that toaster either

grangerfanclub  asked:

only if you're up to it, im requesting "you don't want me" for four word prompts bc angST.

ask for angst, and angst you shall receive… but I do hope you like it! 💕

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You Don’t Want Me

Ron had been hiding out in the shed a lot lately - the whole past week, actually. Anytime Hermione had gone looking for him, which was often, she found him organizing his dad’s collection of dead batteries and spark plugs or tidying the shelf full of burnt-out toasters. And today he was there again, still in his dress robes, playing idly with an old rotary phone.

“Thought you’d be here,” Hermione said as she walked in, attempting to send a friendly smile his way.

He shrugged, twirling the telephone cord around his finger.

It had only been a week, Hermione reminded herself. Just because it had been the longest week of her life, filled with mourning and rebuilding and (though it felt a bit trivial sometimes) reliving the memory of that brilliant, solitary kiss with Ron, didn’t mean that the wounds weren’t still fresh. She couldn’t expect Ron to snap back into his old self so quickly, but it still pained her to see him like this.

“I sort of wanted to talk to you about something,” Hermione began, making her way to him.

“I don’t want to go inside, all right? I can’t deal with it.”

“No, it’s not that.” She didn’t fancy spending much more time with the lingering funeral guests either. “Erm… I need to go to Australia soon. To find my parents and put their memories back.”

“Oh.” The plastic phone receiver fell from his hands with a clatter. “Right, of course. Well, I’m sure my dad knows someone at the Ministry who can set up a Portkey for you-”

“I don’t need help with that,” she replied. “Ron, I - I want you to come with me.”

But rather than heartily accept her invitation, as she’d been sure he would, Ron just studied her as though he hadn’t understood her words at all.

“No,” he said with a shake of his head, making her stomach plummet into her knees. “You don’t.”

“What are you talking about? I wouldn’t have just asked you if I didn’t.”

“You don’t want me,” he muttered in resignation. “Believe me, you don’t.”

For one wild moment, Hermione’s eyes flitted to his neck to see if she could detect the golden chain of that horrible locket, as she had done so many times that fall, before remembering that he’d demolished the thing himself months ago. So why, then, was he acting like someone was whispering all of his worst insecurities into his ear?

“I’m the guy who left,” he continued, his voice thick, eyes cast down to the dusty wooden table. “I’m the guy who was stuck in a bloody cellar while you were - and I know you only kissed me that time because you thought we’d be dead by dawn-”

“No, you don’t know that,” Hermione retorted, perhaps a bit forcefully. “Don’t tell me what I think or what I want, because you’re way off base.”

Ron lifted his eyes to meet hers. “What?”

“You came back,” she continued, her voice now gentle. “And you saved me, and…” It was time, Hermione decided, to lay it all out on the line. She was done now with the sidelong glances, the one-armed hugs, the occasional hand-holding. “And I do want you. More than that, I need you.”

Ron, at a loss for words, simply gazed at her, seeming torn between disbelief and joy.

And you’ve got to come to Australia,“ Hermione concluded with a definitive nod, “because I can’t do it without you.”

“Well, I’m sure you could-”

“Ron!” she cried in exasperation. “Will you go with me or not?”

His face cracked into a smile, his first in days, as he took a step and pulled her into his arms. As she hugged him tightly she felt him release a massive, quaking breath.

“Of course I will,” he sighed. “Of course. Only…”

“What?” Reluctantly, Hermione loosened her grip so she could look up at him.

“Well - is it okay if I kiss you?” he asked in a rush. “Because you started it last time…”

It took all of her willpower not to rise on tiptoe and press her lips to his, but she resisted, instead beaming at him as her heart pounded with anticipation.

“I don’t know what’s taking you so long.”

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(so the angst had a happy ending… oops!)

you can find more four word prompts here!

anonymous asked:

51 Lams from that prompt list if you'd be fine with that. Love your writing!

51. “I want to take care of you.”

John looked down at his phone and saw a text message from Alex.

From: Alex <3
Sorry babe gotta cancel the date - sick

His thumb hovered over the keyboard as he tried to think of something to say. Last time Alex had gotten sick, he had almost needed to be rushed to the hospital for his fever. Aaron had panicked and called Eliza, and she had nursed him back to his usual health. 

To: Alex <3
Not cancel, just change. Be there soon.

John looked over to the pile of old DVDs he had under the tv. That’d have to do. He didn’t know if Alex was stuck with his head in a toilet or suffering from the pressure of head cold. Either way, he’d need water and rest. 

He shoved the DVDs into a bag, and tossed some various medicines in for good measure. Alex might have liked to use his semester of pre-med as an excuse to avoid the doctor, but John had always seen right through him. Being sick made him anxious, and doctors and hospitals made it worse. 

Thirty minutes later he was knocking on the door to Alex’s apartment. 

It wasn’t Alex who answered, but Aaron, whose eyes widened the slightest bit in recognition. Aaron opened the door wide enough to let John through and said, “you know, I wasn’t expecting you, but it’s probably good you’re here.”

He nodded and scuttled past Aaron into the living room. “What’s wrong? I’m assuming he’s not dying since you’re not panicking.” John looked around. Alex wasn’t in the living room.

Aaron shrugged and said, “He’s in his room. He crashed early last night and slept for around sixteen hours. I’m not entirely sure he’s sick. I wouldn’t be surprised if his body just gave up.”

John snorted, thinking back on the all-nighters he’d seen Alex pull. He scratched at his ear and looked toward Alex’s closed door. “Well, I’ll see you.”

“See you.” Aaron turned back to whatever he was doing on his computer, and John went into Alex’s room.

It was a mess, and there was a pile of blankets on the bed John assumed was Alex. He sat down at the foot of the bed and pushed down on the fluff. There was a body under there. Alex’s head popped up. “John!”

He felt a smile stretch across his face, even as concern filled him. Alex’s hair was pulled back into a messy bun and the dark circles beneath his eyes were darker than ever. John stood up and grabbed the bottle of water sitting on the side table and put it into Alex’s hand. “Drink.”

Alex groaned but took a sip. “It’s fine.”

John pressed his hand to Alex’s forehead. Warm, but not alarming, it’d be better to check it with a thermometer, but for now it was fine. John relaxed slightly and let his bag fall to the floor. He pulled his hand away and asked, “how are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

He shook his head. “Lame.” He pulled out the DVDs from his bag and said, “so, the movies I have chosen to further along your healing process are Jurassic Park, Beauty and the Beast, and Princess Bride. Also, what medicine have you taken?”

“We’re watching Princess Bride. But, really, this is unnecessary. You really don’t have to take care of me.”

John raised a hand. “Nope, I want to take care of you. Sorry, you don’t get to opt out. Have you taken advil?”

Alex shook his head. “No.”

“Have you eaten?” John asked as he shoved his hand around in his bag for the small bottle. He looked up again when he had it. “So, food?”

Alex shook his head again.

“I’ll be right back.”

John went into the kitchen and grabbed bread to make toast. He called out into the living room, “hey, Burr, I’m making toast for Alex. Do you want anything?”

Aaron looked up and said, “no, but thanks.”

“No problem - it’s your kitchen after all.”

After the toaster popped, he put the bread onto the plate and walked back to Alex’s room. He handed it to Alex and said, “eat.”

Alex took a bite of the toast, and while still chewing, said, “I love you, you know.”

John smiled and poured a couple pills into his hand from the bottle of ibuprofen. “I love you too.”

// 200 writing prompts // ko-fi

Slice of life Drarry?

Because we can literally pick out the cutest things but how about those normal every day stuff that everyone does?

-Harry washes the dishes while Draco dries them off next to him, and they either have the stereo playing in the living room or they just talk quietly

-Harry told Draco all about the wonders of the thing called the internet and social media and how people can connect faster and so many opportunities found online and Draco was fascinated until he learned that it had to do with muggle technology and he dropped it

-Because Drarry can’t use technology for shit

-Harry and Draco go shopping in muggle department stores and Harry gets taken by the latest new technology while Draco struggles to comprehend what a touch screen is

-Draco takes absolutely forever in changing rooms

-Harry doesn’t mind because he’s in the changing room with Draco

-In the mornings, Harry likes orange juice and Draco likes tea but when Draco’s lazy he’ll just swipe Harry’s juice out of his hand

-Draco actually really likes toast and when Harry introduced the toaster, they only had toast every breakfast for about a month

-Draco and Harry having petty quarrels on whose turn it is to cook dinner

-Harry’s in charge of all the groceries but when it comes to toiletries and house items, it’s Draco’s area.

-When they go furniture shopping Harry likes to pick out the most horrid things only to watch Draco turn pale, mentally gag, and steer them away muttering bad things about bad designs.

-Each room in their house/flat has it’s own theme and colour because Draco maintained that habit from his Manor days. 

-Harry likes bike rides and Draco prefers walks

-Draco stays up with Harry to watch the sun set and Harry watches, awake on the bed, as Draco stands on the balcony to watch the sun rise. 

-Harry repainting a room in the house and getting all messy and Draco watching in amusement and staying far far away from the paint

-Harry getting paint on Draco anyways and Draco exasperatedly goes off to change. Again.

-Draco and Harry going on vacations all around the world and looking stylish and wearing sunglasses and people always stare at them but they don’t care

-Harry forcing Draco to pose near a monument to take a picture

-Draco and Harry asking some other tourist to take a picture of the two of them in front of the Eiffel tower.

-Draco forcing Harry to try new foods and laughing whenever Harry makes a face when he doesn’t like one

-Harry fighting with Draco over how much money they’re spending on certain things and trying to emphasize that just because they’re both rich they can’t just binge buy whatever they want

-Harry teaching Draco humbleness in small things

-Draco teaching Harry the beauty of elegance in small things

-Harry and Draco doing normal every day stuff

anonymous asked:

that pynch thing was so cute ahh !! maybe u could write pynch + first date?

(!!!!!!!!! credit to @cabesmeadow who helped me think of the first date idea!!!)

There were three things that Ronan still couldn’t fully grasp about himself: 1) He was going on a date, 2) He was going on a date with Adam Parrish, 3) He was going on a date with Adam Parrish and he was the one who initiated it.

Who knows, maybe Ronan’s figuring out that he’s always been a romantic at heart.

Or maybe things have calmed down enough from the fucking nightmare that was their life for the past couple months, and Ronan is finally realizing that things are calm and that him and Adam can actually just be.

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