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Injury angst for writing dummies.

Hospitals and injury are always such a staple of angst fics, but 9 times out of 10 the author has clearly never been in an emergency situation and the scenes always come off as over-dramatized and completely unbelievable. So here’s a crash course on hospital life and emergencies for people who want authenticity. By someone who spends 85% of her time in a hospital. 

Emergency Departments/Ambulances.

Lights and sirens are usually reserved for the actively dying. Unless the person is receiving CPR, having a prolonged seizure or has an obstructed airway, the ambulance is not going to have lights and sirens blaring. I have, however, seen an ambulance throw their lights on just so they can get back to the station faster once. Fuckers made me late for work.

Defibrillators don’t do that. You know, that. People don’t go flying off the bed when they get shocked. But we do scream “CLEAR!!” before we shock the patient. Makes it fun.

A broken limb, surprisingly, is not a high priority for emergency personnel. Not unless said break is open and displaced enough that blood isn’t reaching a limb. And usually when it’s that bad, the person will have other injuries to go with it.

Visitors are not generally allowed to visit a patient who is unstable. Not even family. It’s far more likely that the family will be stuck outside settling in for a good long wait until they get the bad news or the marginally better news. Unless it’s a child. But if you’re writing dying children in your fics for the angst factor, I question you sir. 

Unstable means ‘not quite actively dying, but getting there’. A broken limb, again, is not unstable. Someone who came off their motorbike at 40mph and threw themselves across the bitumen is. 

CPR is rarely successful if someone needs it outside of hospital. And it is hard fucking work. Unless someone nearby is certified in advanced life support, someone who needs CPR is probably halfway down the golden tunnel moving towards the light. 

Emergency personnel ask questions. A lot of questions. So many fucking questions. They don’t just take their next victim and rush off behind the big white doors into the unknown with just a vague ‘WHAT HAPPENED? SHE HIT HER HEAD?? DON’T WORRY SIR!!!’ They’re going to get the sir and ask him so many questions about what happened that he’s going to go cross eyed. And then he’s going to have to repeat it to the doctor. And then the ICU consultant. And the police probably. 

In a trauma situation (aka multiple injuries (aka car accident, motorbike accident, falling off a cliff, falling off a horse, having a piano land on their head idfk you get the idea)) there are a lot of people involved. A lot. I can’t be fucked to go through them all, but there’s at least four doctors, the paramedics, five or six nurses, radiographers, surgeons, ICU consultants, students, and any other specialities that might be needed (midwives, neonatal transport, critical retrieval teams etc etc etc). There ain’t gonna be room to breathe almost when it comes to keeping someone alive.

Emergency departments are a life of their own so you should probably do a bit of research into what might happen to your character if they present there with some kind of illness or injury before you go ahead and scribble it down.

Wards

Nurses run them. No seriously. The patient will see the doctor for five minutes in their day. The nurse will do the rest. Unless the patient codes.

There is never a defibrillator just sitting nearby if a patient codes. 

And we don’t defibrillate every single code. 

If the code does need a defibrillator, they need CPR.

And ICU. 

They shouldn’t be on a ward. 

There are other people who work there too. Physiotherapists will always see patients who need rehab after breaking a limb. Usually legs, because they need to be shown how to use crutches properly.

Wards are separated depending on what the patient’s needs are. Hospitals aren’t separated into ICU, ER and Ward. It’s usually orthopaedic, cardiac, neuro, paediatric, maternity, neonatal ICU, gen surg, short stay surg, geriatric, palliative…figure out where your patient is gonna be. The care they get is different depending on where they are.

ICU.

A patient is only in ICU if they’re at risk of active dying. I swear to god if I see one more broken limb going into ICU in a fic to rank up the angst factor I’m gonna shit. It doesn’t happen. Stop being lazy. 

Tubed patients can be awake. True story. They can communicate too. Usually by writing, since having a dirty great tube down the windpipe tends to impede ones ability to talk. 

The nursing care is 1:1 on an intubated patient. Awake or not, the nurse is not gonna leave that room. No, not even to give your stricken lover a chance to say goodbye in private. There is no privacy. Honestly, that nurse has probably seen it all before anyway. 

ICU isn’t just reserved for intubated patients either. Major surgeries sometimes go here post-op to get intensive care before they’re stepped down. And by major I mean like, grandpa joe is getting his bladder removed because it’s full of cancer. 

Palliative patients and patients who are terminal will not go to ICU. Not unless they became terminally ill after hitting ICU. Usually those ones are unexpected deaths. Someone suffering from a long, slow, gradually life draining illness will probably go to a general ward for end of life care. They don’t need the kind of intensive care an ICU provides because…well..they’re not going to get it??

Operations.

No one gets rushed to theatre for a broken limb. Please stop. They can wait for several days before they get surgery on it. 

Honestly? No one gets ‘rushed’ to theatre at all. Not unless they are, again, actively dying, and surgery is needed to stop them from actively dying. 

Except emergency caesarians. Them babies will always get priority over old mate with the broken hip. A kid stuck in a birth canal and at risk of death by pelvis is a tad more urgent than a gall stone. And the midwives will run. I’ve never seen anyone run as fast as a midwife with a labouring woman on the bed heading to theatres for an emergency caesar.

Surgery doesn’t take as long as you think it does. Repairing a broken limb? Two hours, maybe three tops. Including time spent in recovery. Burst appendix? Half an hour on the table max, maybe an hour in recovery. Caesarian? Forty minutes or so. Major surgeries (organs like kidneys, liver and heart transplants, and major bowel surgeries) take longer. 

You’re never going to see the theatre nurses. Ever. They’re like their own little community of fabled myth who get to come to work in their sweatpants and only deal with unconscious people. It’s the ward nurse who does the pick up and drop offs. 

Anyway there’s probably way, way more that I’m forgetting to add but this is getting too long to keep writing shit. The moral of the story is do some research so you don’t look like an idiot when you’re writing your characters getting injured or having to be in hospital. It’s not Greys Anatomy in the real world and the angst isn’t going to be any more intense just because you’re writing shit like it is. 

Peace up.

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the suffering never ends

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my FAVORITE tropes compiled thanks to some suggestions from others

a character gets a sick burn and doesn’t realize it immediately, at some point later there’s just “HEY WAIT A MINUTE”

the double take. this one’s an oldie but a goodie

the injured character makes the killing shot that saves everyone else in a dangerous situation

a character who isn’t speaking is doing something weird in the background, it’s subtle and never acknowledged it’s just there for those who notice it (pulling another character out of something they got stuck in, making a huge sandwich, etc)

the beleaguered assistant inches away from smacking their boss

“quick act natural”

in that vein, the leader character was just in a shouting match with someone and when they come back the rest of the team scrambles to look like they weren’t listening at the door

never forget: “he’s standing right behind me isn’t he”

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Surnames are just as important as given names. So, I compiled a list of the websites I use to find my surnames.

English Surnames

Dutch Surnames

Spanish Surnames

Scottish Surnames

German Surnames

Italian Surnames

Irish Surnames

French Surnames

Scandinavian Surnames

Welsh Surnames

Jewish Surnames

Surnames By Ethnicity

Most Common Surnames in the USA

Most Common Surnames in Great Britan

Most Common Surnames in Asia

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I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember

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Me, opening my own story: I wonder if the author’s updated yet

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– Virginia Woolf, letter to Vita Sackville-West (March 1928)

– Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song (1953)

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The first time I ever met them? That’s a hard question to ask. I don’t usually remember the specific moment when I met most people; actually I barely remember where I know them from. But with them it was different. They made such an impression on me that I specifically remember the time that my attention was drawn to them in the first place. It was at uni, I was helping an activist group to gather signatures for a campaign and it was a slow day, but it was sunny. At least that’s how I remember it but now that I think about it, I’m not sure if it was actually sunny or if I remember the day being brighter because they were there. Anyway, they were walking around with their friends and their ukulele as they always do and I remember when I first heard them play they immediately caught my eye. I kept staring at them for a while. Then they came over at the table I was sitting close to and talked about politics and the importance of being informed for a while with my other friends. I don’t exactly remember why but they sat next to me and crossed their legs. Their knee brushed my thigh for a few seconds and I could feel the butterflies starting to flutter in my stomach. We had a few more interactions after that and we became actual friends but I’m convinced that that was our movie like meet-cute. I have no idea if they remember this moment but there was just something about them that day that made me notice how their smile lit up the whole place and how their voice could sing the most beautiful melodies at the time.

Of course later on I found out they were dating someone else and the closer we became the more I started to try my best at stopping the idealization of this person that didn’t care about me with the intensity I did for them. When the person they were dating left I became one of the people that they felt they could talk to and I tried my best not to fall for them again. But I did, several times and what I got was them going to other people to look for the things that I could give to them. So every time they dated someone new I pretended to be happy but I secretly wished they would suddenly drop everything to finally realize I was there, you know? I absolutely hated having such strong feelings for this person. I started to feel stupid and toxic at a certain extent because I was jealous over someone who I had no right to be jealous over. I tried comforting myself on the fact that at least I was not as toxic as their exes. That’s when I realized I needed to stop. I just needed to take a step back and realize that what I wanted from them was something really unfair of me to ask given the fact that I wanted none of the commitment that came with it and I was aware of how selfish I was being. Therefore I decided I had to stop myself from letting a person define me or my actions, much less let a love interest do that. I would be lying if I refused to admit that up until this day they’re the only person I would say yes to if they asked me to marry them because I love them and they’re still my friend. I guess that goes to prove how much I grew since I met them and how I came to understand that waiting around for someone to just love you back is not going to do much. I love them as my soul mate and one of my best friends but I would understand if they find someone else to be happy with and I love them so much that I would rather see them be happy with the love of their life than see them settle for me.

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Prompt List

I find it easier to make prompt lists so I can write with what I’m inspired by. I’ll probably add to this as I find new prompts I like.

I took these from several prompt lists that I’ve reblogged, so that’s why they may look familiar. 

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Noo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

RANDOM

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“You’re insane,” “You love me,” “Not right now I don’t.”

12.    “Give me attention.”

13.       “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

14.       “Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

15.         “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

16.          “You met me yesterday,” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question,”

17.          “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

18.         “Well, that’s tragic.”

19.         “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

20.         “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

21.         “What do you mean she’s my new partner? She tried to kill me last week!” “Sounds like a you problem.”

22.         “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

23.         “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

24.         “Did you just hiss at me?”

25.         “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

26.         “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

27.         “No. Regrets.”

28.         “How drunk was I?”

29.         “How is my wife more badass than me?”

30.         “It’s your turn to make dinner.”

31.         “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

32.         “I could punch you right now.”

33.         “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

34.         “I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”

35.         “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

36.         “That was kind of hot.”

SITUATION PROMPTS: 

KISSES

“Good morning” kiss

Kiss on the forehead 

Kiss on the nose 

Kiss on the neck

Kiss on the back 

Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

Exhausted parents kiss 

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

Before Bed kiss

In Secret kiss

Public kiss

Against a wall kiss

When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their     Lips/Nose/Forehead 

Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling     Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The     Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently     Doing 

Top Of Head Kisses

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How to write fic for Black characters: a guide for non-Black fans

Don’t characterize a Black character as sassy or thuggish, especially when the character in question is can be described in literally ten thousand other ways..

Don’t describe Black characters as chocolate, coffee, or any sort of food item.

Don’t highlight the race of Black characters (ie, “the dark man” or “the brown woman”) if you don’t highlight the race of white characters.

Think very carefully about that antebellum slavery or Jim Crow AU fic as a backdrop for your romance.

If you’re not fluent with AAVE, don’t use it to try to look cool or edgy. You look corny as hell.

Don’t use Black characters as a prop for the non-Black characters you’re actually interested in.

Keep “unpopular opinions” about racism, Black Lives Matter, and other issues pertinent to Black folks out the mouths of Black characters. We know what the fuck you’re doing with that and need to stop.

Don’t assume a Black character likes or hates a certain food, music, or piece of pop culture.

You can make a Black character’s race pertinent without doing it like this.

Be extremely careful about insinuating that one or more of a Black character’s physical features are dirty, unclean, or ugly.

Feel free to add more.

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fast and furious | prologue/teaser

a/n: it has been long-awaited, i know! i’ve been posting the characters and their backstories, but this has been anticipated! i’ve always been a big fan of action movies, and the “fast and furious” series is a favorite (close second to mission impossible, not gonna lie). anyway, i really hope you guys enjoy this teaser, i made it extra long so it would hopefully hype up some anticipation for the first chapter!! please reblog and spread it so more people can read the series! enjoy lovelies! (:

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For any of you who are writing ‘across the pond’-here is a little guide I put together of some common differences between British and American English!

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holland’s scrubs  |  chapter seven “The Night Shift” (part 2 of 2)

a/n: a big ass thank you to danika ( @spider-girlwanab / @spidergirlwanab ) for helping me heal and craft this incredible chapter. i owe everything to you. muchisimas gracias. i hope you guys enjoy. i also encourage you to read the previous chapter if you haven’t. you won’t understand the reason behind what’s going on in this chapter. do me a favor and click “previous chapter” and read!! (:

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

��� Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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Holland’s Scrubs: Chapter Six “The Night Shift” (part 1 of 2)

a/n: so this has taken a while to get out. after what happened last sunday, i went back to the one thing that has helped me cope these past 2 weeks: writing. a big ass thank you to danika ( @spider-girlwanab / @spidergirlwanab ) for helping me heal and craft this incredible chapter. i owe everything to you. muchisimas gracias. i hope you guys enjoy. look out for the next part, most likely up next week.

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a.m. | t.h.

summary: tom holland is an auror who likes to spend the first hours of the day in a pub waiting for something to happen.

pairing: wizard!tom holland x female reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: language 

a/n: so this is for a writting challenge so @h-osterfield @harryrholland thanks for letting me participate, hope you like what I had in store

The night was calm, extremely calm. The lights in the town of Hogsmeade could barely be seen due to the fog. A certain swirling sound disturbed the quiet of the night. The figure of a man materialized out of thin air outside a pub. He proceeded to shake the snow of his shoes and enter The Three Broomsticks. Tom Holland, a Ministry auror who had just got off work but didn’t have a family to come home to yet. The little town outside of the place where he had gone to school comforted him, therefore spending a few hours there before he went to sleep was his way of relaxing. Most people were home during the time Tom sat down to have something to drink, everyone was leaving the pub while he was going in and no one bugged him while he was there. Those were the things that made him a little happier during the night; that and the sporadic company.

This meant his thoughts always drifted to this part of the day because it meant there was a chance he was going to be able to see one of his favorite school friends. The one friend he was secretly in love with, the one who always made him smile and the one who was so oblivious about his feelings for her that she almost married someone else.

Their meetings at this place became a tradition after they graduated Hogwarts and didn’t know what the future held for them. During a drunken night they promised they would always come to each other when they felt like life was bringing them down. Since then, all of their heartbreaks, dreams and achievements laid at the bottom of a glass of butter beer.

“I still can’t believe the lengths that I would go to just to see you” Tom’s heart jumped in his chest as he tried to hide a smile.”Good to see you love, how are you this morning slash still night?”

They hugged and Tom helped her up to her stool.

“Had a tough night?” he caressed her hand in empathy.

“Not really, just boring” she sighed and asked for two drinks. “What about you? Caught any bad wizards?” she played with the ring in the shape of a crown on her middle finger. “I caught a few wizards who violated the International Statute of Secrecy so I had to obliviate a few muggles but nothing very important” Tom noticed how he would pay less attention to the events of his day because of how much he expected this moment to come.

He was never sure of what would happen during wee hours; sometimes she was able to make it, other times he would find himself drinking alone. As Tom stared at the way his friend twisted the ring, he got a flashback to the night he had given it to her. An important moment in both of their lives; she had just fabricated her first wand after studying with the finest wand makers for so long and he had just been part of a special mission where he was able to apprehend more than half a dozen dark wizards. That was also the night Tom had built the courage to ask her on a real date only to have it taken away by her telling him about this famous writer who was eager to kiss her under the moonlight during a romantic dinner. This writer would become her fiancé and would also make her take off the ring, obligating her to wear it in a necklace.

Next time she wore the ring on her finger was only to have Tom show her an almost identical one that was meant for his new girlfriend after he would propose. The boy’s fiancée would make him keep his hair short and would use a funny smelling soap to wash his clothes, making him prone to his friend making fun of him. The ring was returned after Tom’s fiancée met a writer who wanted to run away to Romania and tell stories about dragons. Now, both friends were single and concentrating on thriving on a spiritual and professional level; or at least that’s what they would tell themselves.

“Nothing very important?” she mocked. “Tom, last time I talked to Harry he told me you were doing an amazing job.” she took a sip from her drink. “That’s really saying something coming from the Head of Magical Law Enforcement!”

“You still talk to Harry Potter?” he cringed as he felt a tinge of jealousy in his own words.

“Of course I do!” she responded eagerly “Who do you think made his kids’ wands?”

“Sounds like you’ve become quite the wand maker” Tom stared proudly at his friend.

“And to think I was about to take that job at Gringotts.” she started rubbing her hands trying to keep them warm. “Seeing Harry with his kids really got me thinking.”

“Elaborate please” Tom contained the urge of grabbing her hands on his to help her stop from shivering.

“We’re getting old mate” she let out a mixture of a sigh and a laugh. “All the people we grew up with are having kids, for fuck’s sake we even almost got married!” They both took a moment to notice how crazy it was that time could go by so fast and how easy it was to waste it away. “I kept thinking about all the promises I’ve made to everyone and how I’m complete shit at actually keeping them…” she caught Tom’s attention. “Except for one.”

“Swearing off vegetables?” he joked.

“No, dumbass!” she took a moment as well as a breath. “Us! The only person I’ve been able to keep a promise to, is you.” she smiled.

Tom loved that. It was one of those smiles that could make your whole day better as well as light up a whole room. Think of all the romantic clichés that exist and that’s exactly how Tom felt about her. She looked at him with a certain hint of hesitation; you could almost see the adrenaline sparking in her eyes as if she had just been hit with a wave of electricity. She kept twisting her ring only to take it off.

“Well it’s an easy promise to keep” he pointed out. “What are you doing darling?”

“I’m about to go onto a full on romcom monologue so please just listen, okay?” she took a shaky breath for the second time in the night. “We’ve tried just about everything to be happy and it’s worked temporarily. We’ve been back and forth with people who’ve hurt us as well as made us happy but again, it’s only been temporary. I’m being redundant and I hate it. As you can tell I’m not very good at speaking in general… Anyway, my point is fuck playing it safe. That’s what we’ve been doing for years and I think that’s why it hasn’t been working for us. I don’t want to screw up this friendship and that’s why I had to chug that mug of butter beer before I could start off this poorly planned soliloquy. I’m being derivative again, sorry but… for once in our life let’s do something crazy.” she held his hand and stared into his eyes. “Tom, would you be willing to not give a shit for a second and maybe be with me?” she offered him the ring he had given to her a few years ago. “It’s totally okay if you don’t want to, we can just forget about it…”

“Stop, just stop” she swallowed hard feeling rejection about to hit her “I don’t want to not give a shit and be with you” he looked at her as she let out a small ‘oh’ and she swore she heard her own heart break. “I want to give a shit and tell you how long I’ve been fucking waiting to say the same thing but my sorry ass has been too afraid you won’t like me back to let me.”

“Wait what?” she hadn’t noticed she had lowered her eyes.

“I mean I’m an idiot who’s in love with you and I’m getting the feeling that you like me too” he lowered his head and laughed. “So I want to accept your proposal but I have to change the circumstances a bit because I want to give a shit about you, about us” he couldn’t stop smiling. “Go on then, put the ring on!”

She started laughing and called him a dickhead before putting the ring on his pinky. He grabbed her face and contemplated it with a gigantic grin on his face.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, you scared me!” she put her hands over his. “I thought I had fucked up!”

“For fuck’s sake you’re so beautiful!” he exclaimed. “I’m so glad I don’t have to look for a date to my brother’s wedding anymore.”

“I was going anyway; did you forget I’m a bridesmaid?” he grabbed a lock of her hair delicately.

“Kat is going to be thrilled when she sees the best man and her maid of honor together” she stopped him from rambling by finally kissing the lips of the auror.

And just like that after such a long wait that included years of pining for each other, they finally admitted what their friends had known since the day they first met. They loved each other, to the bone including their flaws and quirks. And now instead of meeting each other in the cold during the first hours of the day, they had a chance to come home to someone who appreciated them for who they really were. No more pretending to like something or changing to please someone else. They finally got to be themselves by giving a shit about each other.

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