setting: modern, non-magical, reality/film star au; based on this
word count: 4,654 words
(7:22 am) Did you see
the casting news yet? For Boy Who Lived?
(8:15 am) fuck off its
(8:16 am) Ronald.
(8:17 am) unless they
chose to go with an actual fucking cgi flamingo i dont give a shit right now
and it can wait until tomorrow
(8:19 am) It really
can’t. Harry’s going to fire you when he finds out.
(8:19 am) ??????? get
ur blasphemous ass back to church no he’s not
(8:20 am) Yes, he is.
It was YOUR idea to scrap the chemistry test.
(8:23 am) omg what is
ur DAMAGE chemistry tests r dumb af harry hates them
(8:24 am) And sometimes
you have to act as his AGENT, not his best friend, and advise him to do the
things he hates, Ronald. Like chemistry tests.
(8:25 am) thx for the
fortune cookie fun fact i’ll pass it on to harry’s latest oscar nom ok
(8:29 am) Check
Variety. They reported on the casting this morning. There was a “leak” at the
(8:32 am) harrys gonna
fucking fire me ur right
Hollywood star tapped for female lead in Paramount’s Boy Who Lived
October 11, 2016. Los
Well, it’s official.
Seemingly permanent tabloid staple Pansy Parkinson (Hurricane Hollywood; The Hottie and the
Nottie), better known for her outrageous late-night party antics than she
is for her acting prowess, has been cast as Harry Potter’s (Under the Stairs) on-screen love interest for the futuristic
dystopian thriller, Boy Who Lived,
slated for release by Paramount sometime in Summer 2018. While Parkinson has
been persistently vocal about her desire to make the transition from her
Cristal throne in Vegas to the slightly more respectable silver screen, this
will be her first role in a major motion picture.
premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.
soundtrack song: Alone Together - Fall Out Boy
full soundtrack: [i’ll post it here once its complete and uploaded to spotify or something!] note: if anyone has recommendations for songs for previous chapters, message me and I’ll dedicate a chapter to you!
warnings: a lil smuttiness oops and some swears and a little blood ment i guess??
a/n: just so you can picture it better, the way alexander would be talking with his mouth wired shut would be like if you try talking while biting down/clenching your teeth ((this was v helpful for me in understanding this injury so there u go)) // not a lot happens buT here u go sinners!! (its not that bad but im preceding the risqué part with an asterisk [*] bc i know some of u are younger and i dont wanna make anyone uncomfortable!)
Alexander. Was. Miserable. His jaw had been wired shut for three days like some kind of monstrous animal and he was already counting down the time left until he was free (only 38 days and 6 hours to go). His father was staying in a hotel near his dorm to make sure he was getting enough food and adjusting to everything alright, despite Alexander’s insistence that he could go back home whenever he wanted.
Alexander also hadn’t been back to school yet because the last thing he wanted was for Thomas to see him like this, so he avoided his lectures and got the notes from acquaintances in each class.
SURPRISE, KIDDOS!!! Here’s part two to this lil fic from last week! I hope you enjoy! ;)
“Thomas, just listen, goddamnit! Is that too much for your dying boyfriend to ask of you?”
“For the last time, you are not dying, Alexander,” Thomas said. “Your surgery will be over before you can even worry about it.”
“You clearly don’t know the depths of my anxiety,” Alex quipped.
“I guess I don’t, but I can’t wait to find out when you come out of this surgery totally fine and very much alive,” Thomas said, putting his hands on his hips.
“If I wasn’t on this damn stretcher I’d make out with you right now,” Alex murmured, waggling his eyebrows at his boyfriend.
“You go from anxiety to make-out session?” Thomas muttered, leaning a little closer, but not close enough for Alex’s lips to reach his.
“What can I say? You’re the best distraction ever.”
Thomas would never admit it, but he felt himself getting flustered. He was about to give in when the doctor walked in to do his final consult before Alexander was whisked away to the OR.
“Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Jefferson,” he said, nodding to each of them.
“Dr. Warren, the two boys said, sobering up rather quickly.
“Any questions, Mr. Hamilton?”
“No, sir, none from me.”
Dr. Warren smiled and nodded at him. “All right, then why don’t you say a temporary goodbye to your boyfriend and we’ll get you in the OR so we can have you out and back together nice and quick.”
Alex swallowed hard and nodded. Dr. Warren left the room and the nurse who’d come in with him stepped outside to give the boys a moment alone.
This time, Thomas leaned down and kissed Alexander right away. No teasing. “You’re gonna be fine,” he told Alex, cupping his face. “And I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Alex nodded, and Jefferson leaned down one last time to kiss his forehead.
“Love you,” Thomas whispered before quickly exiting the room to get the nurse, leaving no time for Alex to respond.
The nurse pushed Alex’s stretcher out the door and down the hall, rounding a corner and exiting Thomas’ line of sight. He sighed. Now he had to wait.
Thomas spent the entirety of the time Alexander was in surgery researching what his recovery would be like. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done this research five times already. But he just wanted to be certain that he got it right. He wanted to be certain that Alexander’s recovery would be as smooth sailing as possible when the person he was dealing with was someone as nonstop as his boyfriend.
Thomas got so caught up in re-reviewing his research that the nurse jolted him from the depths of some carpal tunnel forum to tell him his boyfriend was out of surgery and in the recovery unit. She led Thomas off to see him.
When Thomas first laid eyes on Alex, he had to stifle a laugh. There was his fast-paced, incredibly intelligent boyfriend who barely ever slept totally knocked out. His perfect little mouth was open in a small o and drool was trailing its way down one of his cheeks.
He looked so perfect, Thomas couldn’t even stand it. So of course he pulled his phone out and took multiple pictures.
Thomas sat in the chair next to Alexander, and placed his hand gently over his boyfriend’s, which was bandaged up from the surgery. He didn’t even notice time passing, he was so caught up in watching the even rises and falls of Alex’s chest. He rarely got to see his boyfriend look so serene.
Of course it didn’t last long.
“ImmmhHHmmm,” Alex mumbled as he started to come to.
“Hey, babe,” Thomas whispered, stroking Alex’s hair.
“Hhhhh,” Alex greeted Thomas as he blinked his eyes open.
“How ya doin’, baby?” Thomas grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped away the sleepies that had gathered at the corners of Alex’s eyes.
Alex looked up at Thomas, an innocent, slightly confused smile on his face. He reached up the hand Thomas wasn’t holding, which was also bandaged. “Mine?” he asked, his hand motioning at Thomas’ face.
“What? Me?” Thomas asked, tried to hide his laughter.
“Yeah,” Alex said, his hand still in the air.
Thomas guided his hand back down and looked Alexander right in the eyes. “All yours, baby,” he whispered.
“WOW,” Alex exclaimed. “Wow,” he said again, eyes filled with awe.
Thomas did his best to hide how flustered he was, but it also helped that Alex was too out of it to notice.
“I’m soooo lucky,” Alex whispered.
“I think I’m the lucky one,” Thomas said, cupping Alex’s face. Alex nuzzled into the touch and Jefferson swore his heart melted into a puddle on the dirty hospital floor. “Shut your eyes, babe,” he said gently. “Sleep off some of the meds. I’ll be right here, okay?”
“Wow,” Alex said in response, his eyes fluttering shut. “Wow,” he said softly, his breathing quickly evening out again.
Thomas held Alex’s face as he slept, a grin on his face the entire time.
“Thomas, oh my god, I swear I can do this simple task!” Alexander whined.
Thomas glared at him as he snatched the bowl of leftovers from Alex’s hands. His hands, which were still partially wrapped in bandages so he didn’t accidentally pick at the stitches on his palms. His hands, which should be resting.
“You shouldn’t be straining yourself,” Thomas said.
“Because picking up a bowl and pressing a few buttons is so strenuous,” Alexander quipped.
“It’s been three days since your surgery! Can you please let me take care of you for, like, a week?”
Alexander paused, and Thomas knew he was thinking it over. He knew Alexander well enough to know that the other boy wanted to be taken care of, but that he also had such a strong self-reliant streak, that he wasn’t used to being taken care of. That it would be hard for him.
Alexander sighed. “Fine,” he muttered, sulking into the living room and curling up on the couch.
Jefferson smiled at his triumph, knowing it was no small victory. He put the bowl of leftovers in the microwave and set the timer. A few minutes later, he was still grinning as he brought Alexander his lunch. He was surprised to see Alex looked even more upset than before.
Thomas set the bowl on the table and sat next to Alexander on the couch. “Hey, baby?” He tentatively placed a hand on Alex’s knee. Alexander didn’t react at all. Thomas took a deep breath. “Alex? Babe? What’s wrong?”
“I can take care of myself,” he whispered, all of the fight that had previously been in his voice gone.
“I know you can, babe. You just shouldn’t right now. You gotta let your body heal.”
“I can take care of myself and heal,” Alex said, turning to Jefferson with wide, watery eyes. “You don’t need to worry about me, I promise.”
“I want to worry about you, Alex,” Thomas said, cupping Alex’s face and waiting until his boyfriend looked him in the eyes.
“But––” Alex stopped, biting his lip.
“But what?” Thomas gently prodded.
“But I don’t want to annoy you so much that you leave. I don’t want to become a burden,” he whispered.
“Alex, baby,” Thomas said. “You are not and will not be a burden, okay? What if I told you that taking care of you makes me happy, hmm? Because it really does,” Thomas said with a smile.
“But it’s so hard,” Alex sighed.
“I know, babe. That’s why I’m only asking you to let me take care of you for a few more days. That way you have an end in sight. Does that help?”
Alex bit his lip again, and Thomas had to keep from smiling at the adorable gesture. He also made a mental note to make Alex wear lip balm to keep the habit from drying his lips out.
“Yeah,” Alex eventually said.
“Perfect. Now how’s some lunch sound?”
“Good,” Alex said with a small smile.
Thomas leaned over and kissed his boyfriend on the side of his head.
“Oh, and Thomas?” Alex said as the other boy reached for the bowl on the table.
“I love you, too.”
Thomas froze. “Wh-what?” He couldn’t have heard that correctly.
“What you said to me, right before I went into the OR? I heard you, and I love you, too.”
Thomas turned to Alexander and kissed him.
By the time they were done, Thomas needed to reheat Alexander’s lunch.
Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot to add this when I originally made the chapter 26 drawings post!! probably because I Actually drew it like. 7 months ago. Anyway Additional chapter 26 drawing: Young Melena and Frex.
“Some things can’t be erased, like the tattoos that wrapped around Saw’s forearms, or the memory of him teaching her to keep her thumb outside her fists. The way he stripped her of her last name - for your own safety, he said. The dingy walls and broken lights of their small apartment, the cracks in the ceiling as numerous as their unpaid bills.”
excerpt from a wip for rebelcaptain week, it’s a modern au fic!!
Oh no. oh NO. xD Also bonus Anders in a crop top. You’re welcome. ^u^ (See I lived my first ten years as a human being in the 90′s and still I had no idea what 90′s fashion actually entailed. Google may have made me laugh several times oh gods people really wore this stuff???)