Is It Ok To Just Say That Yes I Do Respectfully Ship This Irish Boy And This Scottish Boy

9 and willex ? :)

I know I sent you a message earlier apologising for this taking so long because of writer’s block, but it clicked just now, so here it comes.

9. “Is that my hoodie?”

Alex is hanging around the garage, trying to perfect the drum part for Luke and Julie’s most recent creation when Willie finds him. 

“You can be heard all the way down the street.” Willie tells him and for a second Alex feels bad, because he knows Julie’s worried about people discovering that they’re not actually holograms, but then again, he really needed to wail on his drums for a bit today.

“Yeah, I don’t know.” He replies. “Felt like making some noise today.” 

“Any particular reason?” Willie asks, dropping down on the couch. Sometimes Alex is still surprised that it’s still here in this garage after 25 years. Sometimes he is surprised that no one ever removed the piece of furniture. Sometimes he is surprised how much time has passed. After all it feels like he only died yesterday. 

“I don’t know. Just- it’s loud up here today.” He taps one of his drumsticks against his temple. 

Willie smiles a little sadly before patting the cushions next to him. “Come, I need a cuddle buddy.” And Alex is aware that the main reason for Willie’s words is probably not the other boy actually needing a cuddle and much more him realizing Alex could use a hug, but he still gets up and wanders over. 

He  sinks down next to Willie and it’s only when his head hits WIllie’s shoulder that he notices what the other boy is wearing. The pale pink color of the hoodie the other boy is wearing is awfully familiar.

“Is that my hoodie?” 

Willie grins as he wraps his arms around Alex. “You left it at my place a couple nights ago and it’s so warm and soft.” 

Alex can feel the blush creeping up on his cheeks. Sometimes he hates being as pale as he is. Both Willie and Julie can usually hide their blushing with their darker skin colors, Alex tends to resemble a fire truck real quickly. There is something really nice about Willie wearing his clothes. 

“You can keep it.” He mumbles. “But that means I get something of yours, okay?” 

The blinding grin Willie sends his way at those words, makes something warm settle in Alex’s stomach. “Of course.”

I think this will forever be one of my favourite moments because it shows just how comfortable they were with each other even though the media was building this constant hatred between them

I totally agree. It’s such a moment where they’re in their little bubble 🥺 You know what drives me crazy? That Liam is so clearly trying to get Louis to notice the guy’s lighthouse tattoo (because this wasn’t long after Louis wore the YES Lighthouse t-shirt), but Louis is too wrapped up in Harry to notice it fully. 🙃

Ayo where my finnpoe people at?

Summer of Whump - No.7

No.7 - Storm Fandom - BBC Merlin Wordcount - 1484 @summer-of-whump

For the Nony who asked for more Gwaincelot!! Hope you enjoy!

The rumble of thunder echoed behind the grumble of Gwaine’s groan. Lancelot pressed down harder on the wound, ignoring Gwaine’s stammered expletives and angrily kicking feet. His boots were digging hard into the ground, trying to give him purchase to push away from Lancelot.

“I’m sorry,” Lancelot said through gritted teeth, his hands not lifting the pressure on Gwaine’s side.

The bandits had been fast and they’d outnumbered the two knights three to one. But Lancelot and Gwaine weren’t two of Arthur’s best knights for nothing. They had fought back hard, and eventually they had won. Except Gwaine had taken a dagger in the side halfway through the fight. Not that it had slowed him down much.

But as soon as the bandits had all been defeated, Gwaine had let out a strangled yelp and collapsed to his knees. And now that the adrenaline had worn off, Gwaine was in agony.

He groaned again as Lancelot carefully peeled back the wad of cloak he had pressed to the wound over Gwaine’s ribs. The bleeding seemed to have slowed a tiny bit and he put the pressure back on it quickly.

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