well, he's here, right? back in the sleepy emergency department that actually isn't so sleepy because it's a saturday night. that should be self explanatory enough, shouldn't it? still, will raises his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, offering the brunette a lopsided grin while he haphazardly shoves his belongings into his locker. "could ask you the same question, y'know." he retorts.
that's his favorite tactic: spinning something back around on the accuser. genius, really. the ginger glances over his shoulder with a quirk of his brows, shrugging off his coat to make way for maroon scrubs. "it's saturday, nat," he continues. "y'know how this place gets on saturday night. maggie asked me the same thing, but she sure as hell didn't turn me away." chuckle slips through his nose.
I know you've written at least one (and I loved it!) but I wish you would write a fic about Harry and MJ and exploring their relationship. Exes to friends for the absolute win. ...if you've got another one around, though, let me know. 👀
I LOVE HARRY AND MJ!!!!!
They’re the most prominent in from the sidelines (think spider-man: blue redux) but here’s some you might enjoy that has their relationship (and all it’s tangled weaves) as a part of the story:
point of view (exes to friends)
wonderstruck series (high school exes, best friends)
l’espirit de l’escalier (currently dating)
come home to my heart (technically prior parksborn but MJ likes Harry when she meets him)
such great heights with @nightspoidah (exes to friends)
following the scent of food, he meanders his way into the kitchen quick to find his hands somewhere on her body like it was proper, " what're you makin' ? " he speaks, low and rasp with sleep tracing the back of his throat.
unprompted. // @sozokami.
She's settled into this routine of domesticity again as if she had never left it to begin with - sure, some things still took some getting adjusted to - after all, despite the fact she had been living on raw meat for the better part of almost two decades, other humans couldn't survive on that. (with some exceptions.). She supposes this does a justice to herself as well - cooked meat did taste better.
She hears him before he even enters the room - her own abode is so small, she can even hear the change of his breathing as companion awakens. The heavy footsteps as he blinks sleep from his eyes, searching for her since her absence was what had woken him in the first place, she's sure of it - it makes her heart skip a little bit.
His hands snake in between her arms, and she steadies herself - lest she burn herself on the stove. ' Eggs. And some leftover bacon. ' she chimes quietly, brows furrowed in her concentration. She's working very hard on her healthy breakfast for him. ' How did you sleep my love? '