#v; she

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

@gunmetclgrey​:

cont’d from here

 “ Are you now? You don’t seem fucking tired, huh?”

Her fingers curled around his neck, feelings his lips pressing against her skin over and over. Her coming over was already a bad idea considering he was supposed to be revising, but with the room mate from hell gone for a day or two it was a perfect chance that she couldn’t waste. Honestly, Hamish could read her paragraphs from his boring as hell text books and she’d be happier than she cared to admit.

Her legs curled around his beneath the sheets, not really sure what time it was. There was daylight coming form a curtain somewhere.

   “ What time is the exam?”

“Actually yeah, that’s about the only thing I’m not tired of.”

Leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, he hummed softly against her skin which was still damp from a long night of... not revising. It was just what he’d needed, a break from lectures, studying and Callum. Bloody Callum... He would have been so upset, had he known what the couch had been used for while he was away. 

Now, however, Hamish was happy and content, peaceful, even. It didn’t matter that he’d have to rock up to the exam after closer to 30 hours of being awake. A night of no sleep was so much better when it was spent with her. 

“Damn,” he mumbled, glancing over his shoulder at the alarm clock on the windowsill, next to the bed. “In a bit over an hour.” Chuckling, he pulled her even closer, pulling the sheets over their heads. 

“It’s fine. I don’t need a degree.”

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

@gunmetclgrey​:

con’td from here

   “ Hey–”

He didn’t ask questions, he never did. His kindness and patience he wore on his sleeve next to his heart, the things she would never be able to thank him enough for. Maybe, if she had grown up in a different home with different people she would be able to give him the love and support he gave so freely to her. She tried, but it would never match up.

His fingers grazed her stomach softly, Hamish had seen every inch of her scars before. None of it was new. Her skin was a tapestry of bruises and mistakes, not many of which she was proud of. The nasty one across her abdomen was usually out of sight of most people, and nothing compared to the wounds that littered her back.

   “ It doesn’t hurt anymore. Itches sometimes.”

They had made an agreement at the start, that she was stuff she didn’t like to dwell on. He’d heard enough of her nightmares in the past to probably gain a rough idea. But he’d never pushed, not once. His dad had been through it in his own way, maybe that was why he was this understanding.

Alex settled in his lap, sighing softly as she ruffled his her through her hands. There was never going to be a day she’d be a completely open book, yet if he was curious…

  “ You can ask, if you want to. I know we don’t talk about that stuff but if you have questions… Honestly, it was mostly just hot. So fucking hot.”

“No... I don’t. Not really.”

He knew better than asking the questions that most people probably wanted to ask someone who had been to war. He didn’t need to know about the number of dead bodies she’d seen, how many people she’d shot.

Still -- he couldn’t deny being curious. Not of the war itself, or the life of a soldier -- he’d heard enough horror stories from his dad and his few, but close military friends.

What sometimes kept him up at night, looking at the scars that were scattered across her body, was the thought of her, in such a horrific, absolutely terrifying situation. The marks on her skin wasn’t the only evidence of what she’d gone through, of course. He’d seen how the images still haunted her in her sleep, how a sudden sound or touch could send her right back in an instant.

Sometimes, he wish he’d known more, just to be able to put actual images of it all into his head, rather than what his mind had created in their absence. Not because he actually wanted to see it, but because simply imagining it didn’t seem fair.

There was one question that had come back to him every now and then, one that he’d first asked his dad. The answer had surprised him then, and he had a feeling hers would too.

“Would you go back...?”

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

@gunmetalgreyeyes:

@i-am-hamishwatsonholmes thought they were getting something nice but HAH || v;; thin blue line

   “ I know what you mean when you say that, but I don’t think you get I won’t be able to believe it. Ever. The first person I trusted was the reason I lost my mum, the second turned out to be a mentally il genius who completely warped any idea I had of what a human being should be. I saw kind and gentle, I saw a hero. How fucked up that was…”

  “ If something screws up your head that much, you can’t trust what you see anymore. I can’t tell what’s right and what’s wrong, I don’t know where the line is and to slip would be so easy… I’m a monster because even I can’t trust myself ‘Mish. And that’s never going to change.”

“Do you, though? Do you really know what I mean? ‘cause I don’t think you do...”

With feather-light touches, Hamish let his fingers run up and down her arm. Gentle. He’d learnt how to be gentle with her. She’d showed him how she needed to be held, touched.

“You’ve chosen a different life. You live by your own rules. Even after all they put you through you didn’t let it break you. Statistically, people like you don’t happen, you know...”

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

ship meme for idiots pretty pretty please xx

send me a ship and i’ll tell you:

-who cries when someone dies in a movie - Neither of them, usually. But if one of them does, the other makes SO MUCH fun of them.

 -who wears the ugly holiday garb - Hamish and his Christmas jumpers, obvi

 -who pays for the meals - Alex probably pays for a lot while Hamish is still at Ox, but as soon as he graduates and starts to work full time I feel like they would pay equally as much for things like that. They wouldn’t keep track, it would just naturally happen that way.

 -who slams the oven door and who plays the trombone - Alex slams the door on Hamish being an annoying trombone playing dick

 -who brings home stray animals - Hamish, but I feel like Alex would too. Hamish is just incredibly soft and would bring home a cat who simply “looked lonely and sad”.

 -who leaves the bathroom door open - Hamish has no shame and is far too comfortable in the nude, I mean, what is a bathroom door even. Alex needs moments to herself which Hamish respects. He likes to surprise her by drawing baths with candles and shit ‘cause he’s romantic AF

 -who tells the ‘dad jokes’ - Hamish. Alex tries not to hit him.

 -who wants kids more - … I feel like they’re equally unsure about this. They’re both afraid of what kind of parent they’ll be. Finn was the happy accident, but I feel like they probably wouldn’t have had kids if things had been differently?

 -who travels more - Alex, for work.

 -who spends more cash - I’m going to say Alex…? Just because of her taste in shoes, really.

 -who buys the things in infomercials - THEY WOULD HAVE INFORMERCIAL PARTIES WHEN DRUNK AND JUST GET AAAALL THE THINGS. And then they’d get weird stuff in the mail and go “wtf? Babe, do you remember ordering this??”

 -who draws in the dust on their cars - Alex draws butts for Hamish <3

 -who starts the snowball fights - Alex. After Hamish has been a little shit.

 -who throws away the directions to things - Hamish, trying to be all manly. Alex sighs forever while trying to figure out where all the parts go for their IKEA dresser.

 -who puts up holiday decor - They don’t really do much of that, not until Finn. With Finn it gets a bit crazy, Hamish can’t say no his little princess and buys all the things she wants and lets her decorate the entire house. When Alex comes home for work it looks like Santa had a rave.

 -who is more likely to forget to bathe - Hamish, if he’s had a rough week, until Alex fly-kicks him into the shower.

 -who gets more obsessed about things - They both obsess over their own things, I think. They both struggle with the idea of not being perfect a bit too much. They both obsess over records!! And certain parts of their wardrobe.

 -who sings in the shower more often- Hamish! Really out of tune, just to annoy Alex.

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

"Your very lucky girlfriend is now banned from Sea World, which isn't that much of a shame. My taste got better -- well I hope it did. You've not been bottling up your crazy for me, have you?"

“How did you manage to pull that off…?”

“Hah – no… I think you’ve pretty much seen the worst of me by now…”

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

"Let's just say I thought they were hot enough to be worth the crazy. Turns out they were twice as insane as they were beautiful, and that's to say they were fucking steamy. Always nice to know how to handle a weapon in the event of a messy break up..."

“Oh, wow… sounds rough. Even without the cats…”

“What happened…?”

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

✌

✌ My muse is having a nightmare, calling out your muses name.

“Hnn.. mph… I don’t… no… I didn’t…”

Hamish didn’t usually talk in his sleep. Not even during times when the nightmares were particularly vivid. If he’d had a lot to drink, then maybe he’d mumble a few drunken compliments to whoever was around the moments before he fell asleep.

However, tonight he’d been muttering incomplete sentences for hours. It had started out harmless enough. Just odd words that didn’t really make sense. But some time during the night, the noises he made started sounding more uncomfortable.

“… I would never… never… Alex – Alex, please… don’t – I didn’t mean to, please… Alex…!”

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

"Mistletoe? You have to be kidding..." *Kiss meme*

“I’m so not kidding… Scrooge.”