hiyaaaa I'm oval and I write fics for my two fav british men !! HE/HIM ONLY PLEASE. my interests are operation mincemeat, james marriott's music, ukyt (specifically willne and james marriott) and heartstopper. I write will and jim fanfics. DNI terfs and transphobes y'all are not welcome here. I have anons turned on but please be nice in my asks.
I WILL WRITE:
pretty much any suggested au
angst to any level of heaviness
fluff (obv)
drabbles
MOST requested real world scenarios
child aus (as in will and jim having a child or them being in highschool)
I WILL NOT WRITE:
smut
mpreg (it makes me dysphoric just to write)
uh cannibalism
idk what else but send me an ask if I haven't mentioned something you want me to write
ok so I've tried researching this, I didn't know what she'd done prior to the abuse allegations so yes this is correct and while I don't support her actions, at the end of the day someone was abused
anyone who still supports imallexx in the big 26 is so weird that man is disgusting 😘 i still watch old eboys vids but I watch for george, will and james and ignore him as best I can. hope Alice especially along with anyone else directly affected by his actions is recovering from his horrible abuse ❤️🩹
that man threatened a cat. and made jokes about the threats he made towards alice. "can't call it a brick now can i?" SHUT UP. NOBODY WANTS YOU TO SPEAK.
there's so many coffee references in ts but it's set pre-rodds
the song will plays is With Or Without You xx
Will had been dreading the day his body finally gave out. He hated being unwell more than anything. It was expected at this point; you can't exactly run 88 kilometres and just go back to feeling fine instantly afterwards. After that point in time, Will nearly thought he'd get off without consequences, after one full week had passed since Will had run to that coffee shop, all for James. His James.
Will awoke at nine in the morning with the most intense migraine he'd had in months. He rubbed his eyes with the point between his wrists and his palms, but when he shifted in the bedsheets, Will nearly groaned in pain. His shins and thighs ached unbelievably so, to the point he could barely move at all. This was an obvious issue, because the only thing that would make Will's migraines go away was ibuprofen, which he didn't keep in the bedroom. The morning sun was in his eyes and his whole body hurt, not to mention that he had to be at the office filming in a few hours. Will hoped the pain would pass if he just had a lie-in; he had to go to work.
A half hour passed and the pain had only persisted. There was only one thing left for Will to do. He quickly texted Aby saying he wasn't fit to come into work, and then reluctantly did the one thing he always despised: called for help. He dialled up James' number and hoped that he'd be awake. Thankfully, he picked up.
"Jim. Can you come to mine? I'm—I can barely move. I'm not well."
"Why didn't you call sooner? You're not—"
Will quickly backtracked, not wanting to be a burden. "Nevermind, it's fine, I'll be fine, I'm just—"
"I'm coming over. I told you to take the week off, you need to take care of yourself."
"I know, I'm sorry—"
"Don't be. Can you really not move?"
"No, I'm fine. I promise."
"I'm still coming over."
James hung up and Will began anxiously waiting for his boyfriend. In the meantime, he tried to continue his mundane daily routine and make himself a coffee. He ended up back in bed, disappointed in the fact that he couldn't even make a stupid coffee.
The door was already unlocked when James walked in, and he immediately rushed to the bedroom where Will was slumped in the sheets.
"Don't touch my legs. I can barely move," Will warned.
"I told you you weren't fine."
Will looked at him with a pained expression. He felt so guilty for not taking care of himself.
"I'm—I'm sorry..."
James's gaze softened as his boyfriend's ache became more and more apparent.
"I got myself some coffee on the way here. Hot tea for you, so you'll warm up a little."
"I'm just hurt, i'm not fuckin' cold—"
Will shut his mouth when James thrusted a cappuccino into his hands from one of his fancy little Brighton cafés. He took a sip, and it was a good drink, though not as good as the iced coffee he'd usually order himself. Will wasn't bothered about the quality; it could've been the worst tea he'd ever drunk and he'd still be so grateful that James had thought to do that for him. Really, it was the bare minimum, but Will didn't care.
James began rummaging through his bag and said, "I've brought a hot water bottle in here... I'm gonna go put on the kettle and fill this up. Don't move, okay?"
Will nodded as James left the room, his eyes following the taller man as he moved.
James came back with a furry hot water bottle that Will tucked between his legs. He hadn't been this stiff and anxious since the Eboys days, which was ironically what motivated him to run to James.
Speaking of James, he kneeled beside Will and applied a coconut-based butter to his aching thighs and legs, hoping it'd soothe the hurt. Will took another sip of the warm tea.
"...Thank you, James. Love you."
"I love you too. I mean, you got in this big of a mess for me. Running all that way just to see my face, it was so sweet. You saw me sob after filming." (James had in fact ugly-cried the night after the running video at the fact that someone could love him so deeply.)
Will was still incredibly unwell.
"Oh, you're shivering... Want to cuddle up to me?"
Will muttered something defiant and stubborn under his breath (though he was still simultaneously nodding) before setting down his tea on the nightstand and letting James into his bed. He immediately rested his heavy head on the other's chest and closed his eyes, pressing a light kiss to James' neck as he did so.
They stayed completely still for some time, entangled with each other. Eventually, when Will had fully melted every inch of protest, he started softly playing music: a quiet U2 song that fit the relaxed feeling in the air.
"You're warmer now, darling."
"...S-Shut the fuck up, man. Did you just call me darling?" Will was trying not to get flustered at the affectionate pet name. Normally, he'd be the one showering James with compliments, but now the tables had turned. "...Prick. And of course I'm warmer, it's the hot water bottle."
James giggled as Will resisted his compliments. "Christ, you get flustered easily. Are you tired still?"
"Yes."
"Do you feel better than this morning?"
"Yes. Can I fall asleep on your chest?"
"Yes. Goodnight, I love you."
Will huffed a sigh at that comment; it was barely midday. "Love you too," he said before closing his eyes once and for all.
Yall I know I mentioned that fic coming up and it is coming!!! But this heatwave is draining me of my writing strength, so it'll be a while before it gets here :]
some of y'all hating on ukytblr writers need to understand the phrase 'don't like don't read'. got my first anon ask today telling me to kms 💔 please send me anons I love them but don't do that
james marriott changed my life and made me want to get in to performing. his mental health stream from all the way back in 2022/23 is what helped me come to terms with my gender and my mind. his music is genuinely ethereal and altogether this man has made me the person I am today. THANK YOU JAMES HAPPY 29TH 💙💙💙
I don't think there's anything I need to tag so let's get into it ! (potentially angsty but not really)
After filming, James would stay in London just that little bit longer before taking the train back down to Brighton. He and Will used to go out on dates, but the lingering fear of getting caught gnawed at them both every time they'd follow the routine. It was as if people's eyes were on them every waking hour. Instead, the pair would walk down to Will's flat and stay the night there: they'd order something, watch a film, and probably fuck afterwards. Then they'd fall asleep tangled in each other, and for one evening, the world narrowed down to just Will and James.
This night was different.
James had been a little distant the whole day, and Will saw it just after the recording ended. They'd just had sex, and while James felt like he was walking on clouds, he'd come down from his high and was silently glaring at the ceiling.
"Jim," Will started, his voice quieting, "Everything alright?"
James contemplated not even discussing the issue.
"...They'll find out eventually, you know. The fans."
Will almost winced. He knew exactly what his boyfriend was talking about—well, it was just that. They were dating. They'd just had sex. If any one of the people watching them at home were to see so much as them holding hands... Will didn't want to think of what would happen.
"I know."
"So what are we doing?" James questioned. He sounded horribly exasperated; not with Will, but with the whole situation itself. "Maybe the people that already watch us would be accepting, but what about the wider world? We'd both be fucked."
"People are shit, I'm aware," Will replied.
"I know, it's just—Well—I worry. I'm worried we'll make some joke or accidentally mention something and—"
James proceeded to ramble for a good thirty second, which felt like longer when mixed with the feeling of dread. Someone with Will's massive online following, or James' growing music career, would be heavily criticized just for being gay. It felt ridiculous.
"James, I really don't want to discuss it, alright?"
"Well then, when do you want to talk about it? We can't just not tell anyone. People are bound to suspect soon enough."
"They already are suspecting, it's fine—"
"Yeah, that we're just dating. What happens if this gets serious?"
Will wanted to correct James' 'if' to a 'when' but he reasoned that now wasn't the time. He was right—people would start wondering why both were single when they reached mid-30s and still weren't dating anyone.
"Fucking—I don't know, alright?"
James stayed quiet. Will had always answered his worries and told him that everything would be fine. James loved him, but Will was scared for once.
"...I don't know what we'll do. Can't just tell everybody, can we?"
"We could. I just—I love you so much, Will, and when it's public, it... It makes me love you more, I think."
Now James had gotten all lovey-dovey and soppy on Will, and he too did love the public eye. Like when James dedicated songs to him on stage, or running that horrendous 88km just for a coffee with his boyfriend. He loved it.
"M' gonna melt if you get all fuckin' romantic on me again. Yeah, I-I like doing shit for you, too, that everyone can see."
Nobody could see them both now.
"Do we have to tell people soon?" James asked.
"...No. Just when we both want to, alright? Cos I can tell you do not wanna tell anyone."
"Not at all."
Will let out a real laugh that rumbled through his chest at James' sure reply. It didn't have to be the day after, or in a week, or a month, but when the time was right... The world could find out about their love.
"You're sure about that, aren't you? Fuck me, Jamie."
"I just did."
They were still both naked after having sex, which Will was reminded of, and this time both laughed as the older tugged on an old shirt to sleep in.
"Night, Will. Love you."
"...I love you too, Jim." It still stunned Will a bit when James told him he loved him. Even without the fact that James was the sweetest human being alive, Will was still so close with him as his closest friend in the world.
He was reminded of this as James swept him up in his strong arms, lulling Will into a deep sleep with his boyfriend's chest as a pillow. As much as Will loved calling James an insufferable twat... He loved him, so much it felt overwhelming sometimes, because James loved every part of him too.
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tw: angst, character death, guns, will is sad, based of the dally death speech from the outsiders, james is a vampire, will is a dirty cop, im not good at tagging, the red is will's thoughts, first fic !!
Will and James' past few days had become completely overwhelming. For the latter, what once was a life living as a wealthy, immortal vampire had become escaping hunters and making sure he had a safe place to sleep at night, ignoring the fear of not knowing if he'd wake in the morning.
As for Will... his job as a police officer was on the line. If any of his fellow detectives found out about his relationship with a vampire, not only would he lose his job, but he'd be handed over to the huntsmen and he'd lose his life.
The woods were freezing cold as the pair sprinted from the headlights of the speeding car following them. James shunned them to the side of the path all of a sudden. An expression was plastered across his face that seemed like it almost had emotion.
He was frightened.
"Darling," he said, his voice desperately trying to soothe, "Stay here. I've got to leave, go on my own."
"James, James, please. I love you. You'll—You're gonna get yourself killed, you fuckin' idiot."
"Will. Please, trust me. You were a wonderful experience."
"I need you alive."
James' confidence cracked for a moment as Will's desperation shone through. "I love you more than anything. You were my favourite thing to live through, William. Goodnight. I will be back." He reached into his pocket and held out a steel pistol: his main defense against anything that may hurt him. It wasn't even loaded. With his head held high, James marched into the road.
James raised the gun and I thought, 'You blasted fool. They don't know you're only bluffing.'
The vampire's pistol was aimed towards the sky, as if he had already surrendered.
The car stopped in the middle of the dusty dirt road, and a huntsman walked to before the vampire, who lowered his gun. James couldn't take in the man's appearance thanks to the shine of the car's bright headlights.
"Stand down, James Marriott. You are a creature of sin, an unsavoury beast, a freak of nature who puts a stain on the world. We have you surrounded," he commanded. The vampire said nothing, so the hunter raised his own gun: a rifle used for livestock.
Even as the huntsman's gun spit fire into the night...
Two bullets fired up and into the silent night sky from the man's gun. James didn't move. In fact, he was singing under his breath. Will's favourite song was on his lips in his final moments.
The gun was loaded with silver bullets doused in holy water, which would instantly kill any vampire. James stared down the barrel of the rifle, looking death dead in the eye as this hunter faced him. He didn’t fight the shots.
James was jerked half around by the impact of the bullets, then slowly crumpled with a look of grim triumph on his face. His undead heart was beating faster that it ever had as he sank to his knees, and he refused to clutch the wound, letting the cold night air kiss his exposed flesh as blood dripped from his chest. He was dead before he hit the ground; it was the silver that killed him.
Even as I begged silently, ‘please, not James, not James when I need him most’…
Will peered at the scene from behind a thick oak tree, his eyes wide in horror. His one anchor in the storm, the immortal being he would’ve been outlived by, James, was dead, and his body was somehow colder than when he was alive. The poor man couldn’t bear the thought of his James being gone; it made him feel ill in a way he hadn’t felt ever before.
I knew he would be dead.
When the huntsmen drove off without looking back, Will ran to the middle of the road and knelt over James’ lifeless body. The four bullets were embedded deep into his ribcage and blood was trickling from each wound. His face was almost at peace, like he would wake up at any moment and kiss Will then and there.
But James wasn’t alive… leaving Will alone, in the dark of night, crying over an emotionless being he made the mistake of loving.
Because James Marriott wanted to be dead, and he always got what he wanted.
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