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Postwar fic idea where Snape, Harry & the Dursley’s have to stay together for some reason outside of their control. It’s tense and awkward and uncomfortable because now they all know everything (well Snape, Harry and Petunia do). Like seeing your teacher at the shop outside of school weird but on steroids.
nurse, Buck is being horny again
"Abandoning his battle against himself John lays down in the grass with a sigh, body stretching long and lean. Shiny sweat was gathered at his hip bones, the red lines of his stomach and slicked his chest hair flat. Gale had an image of swirling his finger through the wispy curls, knotting them between his fingers and giving a sharp tug until John moaned."
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46976134/chapters/118339903
Couple’a kids were putting together a pick-up game of stick-ball. I wasn’t ever really the kinda kid who got asked to play so I said yes.”
hey so i’m actually crying
“So’d those kids invite you back for the next game?”
Buck smiles, wonders again at the steadfast belief John held that Buck was just as likable and good as himself. “Nah.”
“I would have.” John says softly, “I’d teach you how to catch that baseball Buck.”
Oh here wanna cry more
The night sky goes bright again with light and noise. John makes a strangled noise beside him and Gale feels his own breath punch out sharply in a hiss.
“I broke my arm playing baseball once.” Gale says, the words coming sudden and unbidden. He doesn’t know where the memory comes from; it’s fuzzy at best like a half made-up dream.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Ah,” Gale rubs a hand against the center of his chest, trying to soothe the hard knot of anxiety there. He can feel the hollowness of his frame, empty space between bones where fat and muscle was still trying to rebuild. The doctors said it could be up to a year before they’d fully recover from the stress and starvation. “Couple’a kids were putting together a pick-up game of stick-ball. I wasn’t ever really the kinda kid who got asked to play so I said yes.”
“Cause you hated baseball?” John, who could never fathom not being liked.
Buck smiles softly. “Somethin’ like that Bucky"
*pokes draft w stick* write urself pussy
