#aaron jefferson

[ghostingharudraws]

based on a post i saw ages ago i cant find the link :(

reimagined it with my OCs tho lmao

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[ghostingharudraws]

G R Y F F I N D O R // emotional boy

Different types of Gryffindor:

The Daredevil - plays “what are the odds” constantly. Will dare anyone to do anything. Most common phrase is “do you dare me to…” probably would do it anyway

source

others: slytherin, hufflepuff

[ghostingharudraws]

Bitch Breakfast Club

[luke-arbor-blog]

Drabbles Loosely Inspired by Song Lyrics-Luke

I’m bleeding out

So if the last thing that I do,

 Is bring you down

I’ll bleed out for you

 So I bare my skin and I count my sins

Close my eyes and take it in

 And I’m bleeding out

I’m bleeding out for you

~Imagine Dragons (Bleeding Out)

“Give me your money!”

                Luke closes his eyes and swallows as the mugger’s voice booms near his ear. The mugger has a gun pressed to his temple and his close proximity allows Luke to smell the whiskey on the guy’s breath, he knows the guy is hardly in his right mind…Definitely not up for negotiating but damned if Aaron, stubborn cuss, doesn’t try anyway.

                “Listen, we don’t have anything. If we did don’t you think we’d be taking a cab right now instead of cutting through some godforsaken alley at 4 AM?” He holds up his hands in a gesture that’s supposed to be placating but seems to only make the mugger angrier.

                “GIVE IT TO ME OR I’LL BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT!” Luke finds himself shaken roughly and he swears he can hear the trigger squeak under the guy’s finger as he puts slight pressure on it.  The tall boy’s mouth is dry and he can hear his own heart pounding in fear.

                He shoots panicked blown eyes in his cousin’s direction.

                He knows they’re running out of time and the guy is so drunk Luke’s sure he won’t listen to reason.

                Aaron curses. He knows it too.

                “Hey, hey, hey! Ok! Nobody’s shooting ANYBODY!” Aaron glares at the man holding his cousin but Luke is sure he sees a hint of terror glinting in his eyes. The older man moves slowly, fishing his wallet from his back pocket holding it up for the mugger to see before casting it at his feet.

                The gun shudders minutely against Luke’s temple.

                Aaron sends Luke a shaky smile that says hang-in-there before his attention shifts back to the mugger. “You’ve got what you want…Let him go.”

                Luke can see his cousin move forward a few steps as he speaks.

                Apparently so does the mugger. “Don’t move!!” He screams into Luke’s ear.

                “Just let him go!” There’s a note of desperation in Aaron voice which, wrapped in the abnormity of the situation, Luke thinks is funny. He’d never thought Aaron to be all that fond of him.

                “Stop, just stop! Don’t move or I’ll shoot!!”

                “Listen, just…”

                The gun goes off.

                Bells chime painfully around Luke’s scull and he stands still sure he’s just died. But then, why does his head still

 hurt?    Confused he casts a glance to the side of him where the mugger stands in frozen horror staring past his own extended gun.

                Extended…toward Aaron.

                Luke thinks he yells something, he’s not sure but before he’s even aware of it he’s kneeling at his cousin’s side pressing trembling hands against the scarlet flood flowing from Aaron’s side.

                Aaron seems more surprised than anything staring at the blood oozing through Luke’s fingers with detached curiosity. “Shit…” he breathes a second before his eyes roll back into his head and he slumps toward the ground.

                “Aaron!! No, c’mon stay with me!”

                Aaron remains still.

                “C’mon, c’mon…” Luke’s frantic gaze skitters from the sight of his cousin’s blood—so much blood—to the empty alley. Apparently the mugger had the good sense to abandon the scene. Even Aaron’s wallet lies forlornly on the pavement.

                He thinks maybe he calls 911. Thinks maybe he tries to fight off the hands of the paramedics when they come. Thinks maybe someone coaxes him into the ambulance after his cousin and settles a blanket around his shoulders. But time slips through his brain like liquid and the next time he’s fully aware of himself he’s sitting shaking in a hard waiting room chair where a nurse is trying to get his attention.

                “—ean yourself up, Sweetie?”

                He blinks. “What?”

                The woman, a matronly autumn grey-haired woman, gives him a gentle smile. “I said, let’s get you cleaned up, eh dear? Your cousin’s gonna be just fine.”

                He stares at the blood on his jacket and jeans feeling the urge to throw up before her words break completely through and his gaze snaps up to meet hers. “He’s ok?”

                She nods firmly.

                Relief washes over him in a wave a moment before suspicion narrows his eyes. “How could you know that?”

                She smiles again. “I know.”

                He’s too tired to question her so he accepts her words as fact and allows himself to be led off.

                Two hours later washed, dressed in borrowed scrubs, and seated at his soundly sleeping cousin’s bedside he asks about the nurse. No one seems to know who she is or where she came from. Nor can they find her when he asks but Luke’s grateful to her all the same.

                She was right after all.